<?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-14572653</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:38:18.567-04:00</updated><category term='key west 2007'/><title type='text'>Since you asked...and even if you didn't</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts on life and other nonsense.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>188</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-4547613261472212920</id><published>2008-01-01T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:51:36.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my party shirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R3sB7iUKs7I/AAAAAAAAAOM/jGzcAPQgl-o/s1600-h/IMG_2864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R3sB7iUKs7I/AAAAAAAAAOM/jGzcAPQgl-o/s200/IMG_2864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150712721163596722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The  New Year's Eve 2007 (last minute) crew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R3sBdyUKs4I/AAAAAAAAAN0/n9k9QXDLgu0/s1600-h/IMG_2858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R3sBdyUKs4I/AAAAAAAAAN0/n9k9QXDLgu0/s200/IMG_2858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150712210062488450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep, "this is my party shirt" ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R3sBeCUKs6I/AAAAAAAAAOE/s1YQZTCizRI/s1600-h/IMG_2865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R3sBeCUKs6I/AAAAAAAAAOE/s1YQZTCizRI/s200/IMG_2865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150712214357455778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"take a picture, take a picture!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;well one of the cheesiest new year's eve parties yet....at a firehouse. Gosh, it would have been a 150-way tie for worst dressed. We had a fun time though AND there was hero!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-4547613261472212920?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4547613261472212920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=4547613261472212920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/4547613261472212920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/4547613261472212920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-my-party-shirt.html' title='This is my party shirt'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R3sB7iUKs7I/AAAAAAAAAOM/jGzcAPQgl-o/s72-c/IMG_2864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-5410228845841801440</id><published>2008-01-01T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:51:36.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Neville Brother</title><content type='html'>How could I have forgotten to post this pic???  I tended bar for the Neville Brothers at some uber-rich asswipe's house this past summer. Mr. Aaron Neville here insisted on taking photos of us with our camera phones. (I don't know what happened to the ones on his phone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R3sAnyUKs3I/AAAAAAAAANs/kvx0FUTTwgk/s1600-h/me+and+aaron+neville.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R3sAnyUKs3I/AAAAAAAAANs/kvx0FUTTwgk/s200/me+and+aaron+neville.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150711282349552498" 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/14572653-5410228845841801440?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/5410228845841801440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=5410228845841801440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/5410228845841801440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/5410228845841801440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2008/01/neville-brother.html' title='The Neville Brother'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R3sAnyUKs3I/AAAAAAAAANs/kvx0FUTTwgk/s72-c/me+and+aaron+neville.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-6902198891589330204</id><published>2007-12-26T22:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T22:50:41.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elf you</title><content type='html'>The geeks who dreamed this up are genius. Truly. Everyone I know who has played around with this has laughed out loud. Too too funny. Def try it out if you haven't already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1823987738"&gt;http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1823987738&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-6902198891589330204?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/6902198891589330204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=6902198891589330204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/6902198891589330204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/6902198891589330204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/elf-you.html' title='Elf you'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-7968636557755945893</id><published>2007-12-17T00:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:51:49.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>going back in time</title><content type='html'>Since it has been oh so long since updating this blog, here is a mini album of what I have seen, heard, drank, cooked, eaten ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flying into Bahamas, Dec 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Ys1SUKskI/AAAAAAAAALU/C-GNw4JNu4Q/s1600-h/IMG_2555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Ys1SUKskI/AAAAAAAAALU/C-GNw4JNu4Q/s200/IMG_2555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144848918278484546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Atlantis, Bahamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Y8RiUKs1I/AAAAAAAAANc/mZY8mQWSGTc/s1600-h/IMG_2663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Y8RiUKs1I/AAAAAAAAANc/mZY8mQWSGTc/s200/IMG_2663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144865896284205906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my awesome bathroom - coral towers at Atlantis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Y8QSUKsyI/AAAAAAAAANE/Qwt9u5exB1s/s1600-h/IMG_2590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Y8QSUKsyI/AAAAAAAAANE/Qwt9u5exB1s/s200/IMG_2590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144865874809369378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and more fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Y8RCUKs0I/AAAAAAAAANU/cNekqqJODew/s1600-h/IMG_2651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Y8RCUKs0I/AAAAAAAAANU/cNekqqJODew/s200/IMG_2651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144865887694271298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bahamas beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Y7hSUKstI/AAAAAAAAAMc/OjfdUr9ZDCg/s1600-h/IMG_2609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Y7hSUKstI/AAAAAAAAAMc/OjfdUr9ZDCg/s200/IMG_2609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144865067355517650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dolphin cay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Y7iCUKsuI/AAAAAAAAAMk/s9jeGr_F1KY/s1600-h/IMG_2641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Y7iCUKsuI/AAAAAAAAAMk/s9jeGr_F1KY/s200/IMG_2641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144865080240419554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner with strangers at Fathoms&lt;br /&gt;(unmemorable food, great booze :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YtriUKsoI/AAAAAAAAAL0/_iygVtrepNI/s1600-h/CHAMBERS+FAM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YtriUKsoI/AAAAAAAAAL0/_iygVtrepNI/s200/CHAMBERS+FAM.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144849850286387842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Y7iSUKsvI/AAAAAAAAAMs/u5r1_fSjG8w/s1600-h/IMG_2729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Y7iSUKsvI/AAAAAAAAAMs/u5r1_fSjG8w/s200/IMG_2729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144865084535386866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the morning after the dinner, 2 martinis,&lt;br /&gt;2 wine,  2 rum and coke, wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Y7iyUKswI/AAAAAAAAAM0/GDX0fEbwVAk/s1600-h/IMG_2744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Y7iyUKswI/AAAAAAAAAM0/GDX0fEbwVAk/s200/IMG_2744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144865093125321474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at Nobu, mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YtrSUKsnI/AAAAAAAAALs/QzJ5sZW-foc/s1600-h/IMG_2675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YtrSUKsnI/AAAAAAAAALs/QzJ5sZW-foc/s200/IMG_2675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144849845991420530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;black cod at Nobu, yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Y8RiUKs2I/AAAAAAAAANk/b7VqeXNDkSw/s1600-h/IMG_2683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Y8RiUKs2I/AAAAAAAAANk/b7VqeXNDkSw/s200/IMG_2683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144865896284205922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eels in The Dig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YtryUKspI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ZMkyqebv_L4/s1600-h/IMG_2734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YtryUKspI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ZMkyqebv_L4/s200/IMG_2734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144849854581355154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wandering around Atlantis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Ys1yUKsmI/AAAAAAAAALk/glUJ56fEOrA/s1600-h/IMG_2628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Ys1yUKsmI/AAAAAAAAALk/glUJ56fEOrA/s200/IMG_2628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144848926868419170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Ys1iUKslI/AAAAAAAAALc/ZOp17mRYg9o/s1600-h/IMG_2601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Ys1iUKslI/AAAAAAAAALc/ZOp17mRYg9o/s200/IMG_2601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144848922573451858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Y7jCUKsxI/AAAAAAAAAM8/QiWVjw4ZAPI/s1600-h/IMG_2751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Y7jCUKsxI/AAAAAAAAAM8/QiWVjw4ZAPI/s200/IMG_2751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144865097420288786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i came back to, brrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YtsCUKsrI/AAAAAAAAAMM/MDhZOu_iQ1M/s1600-h/IMG_2790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YtsCUKsrI/AAAAAAAAAMM/MDhZOu_iQ1M/s200/IMG_2790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144849858876322482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Terry Reid, NYC - Nov 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YsWiUKshI/AAAAAAAAAK8/m7imA6rAmTk/s1600-h/IMG_2506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YsWiUKshI/AAAAAAAAAK8/m7imA6rAmTk/s200/IMG_2506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144848389997507090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry Reid, onstage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Ys1CUKsiI/AAAAAAAAALE/h3Ex8BzR6Ag/s1600-h/IMG_2540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Ys1CUKsiI/AAAAAAAAALE/h3Ex8BzR6Ag/s200/IMG_2540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144848913983517218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Terry Reid, backstage :) &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Ys1SUKsjI/AAAAAAAAALM/f12YXQ9Yv4w/s1600-h/IMG_2547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Ys1SUKsjI/AAAAAAAAALM/f12YXQ9Yv4w/s200/IMG_2547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144848918278484530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and gramps, thanksgiving 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YsUyUKseI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Szhwvk4uA3Y/s1600-h/IMG_2498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YsUyUKseI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Szhwvk4uA3Y/s200/IMG_2498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144848359932735970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turkey duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YsVCUKsfI/AAAAAAAAAKs/hoxHtZQy62E/s1600-h/IMG_2499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YsVCUKsfI/AAAAAAAAAKs/hoxHtZQy62E/s200/IMG_2499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144848364227703282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terrible spice cake i made for thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YsViUKsgI/AAAAAAAAAK0/fiMn39-vJ6s/s1600-h/IMG_2501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YsViUKsgI/AAAAAAAAAK0/fiMn39-vJ6s/s200/IMG_2501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144848372817637890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old pals again :) - nov 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YkTSUKsLI/AAAAAAAAAIM/hf6j2uGPlzE/s1600-h/IMG_2053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YkTSUKsLI/AAAAAAAAAIM/hf6j2uGPlzE/s200/IMG_2053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144839538069909682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flying into New Orleans - Nov. 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YkTiUKsMI/AAAAAAAAAIU/T6wyInrAHaI/s1600-h/IMG_2087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YkTiUKsMI/AAAAAAAAAIU/T6wyInrAHaI/s200/IMG_2087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144839542364876994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;superdome, new orleans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YkTyUKsNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/lon-ZvJg79M/s1600-h/IMG_2090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YkTyUKsNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/lon-ZvJg79M/s200/IMG_2090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144839546659844306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;St. Charles streetcar, just started running again, since Katrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YrtiUKsYI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HgK4Qaf5IfI/s1600-h/IMG_2329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YrtiUKsYI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HgK4Qaf5IfI/s200/IMG_2329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144847685622870402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;garden district&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YrtyUKsZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/i8FXxUJ8500/s1600-h/IMG_2358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YrtyUKsZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/i8FXxUJ8500/s200/IMG_2358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144847689917837714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on the streetcar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YruCUKsaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0OkMc4GP2SU/s1600-h/IMG_2372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YruCUKsaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0OkMc4GP2SU/s200/IMG_2372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144847694212805026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;first time for bread pudding, just insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YruSUKsbI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Lv6ITQ7tZKM/s1600-h/IMG_2389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YruSUKsbI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Lv6ITQ7tZKM/s200/IMG_2389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144847698507772338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my hotel in french quarter, nola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YruiUKscI/AAAAAAAAAKU/dwXrSIJ-B3s/s1600-h/IMG_2411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YruiUKscI/AAAAAAAAAKU/dwXrSIJ-B3s/s200/IMG_2411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144847702802739650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;forsaking fashion for comfort at Cafe Du Monde&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Yq8yUKsUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/plQ9TaSePlY/s1600-h/IMG_2206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Yq8yUKsUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/plQ9TaSePlY/s200/IMG_2206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144846848104247618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this guy must have started real early, its 11am on Bourbon Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Yq9CUKsVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SIPBE6XBSTc/s1600-h/IMG_2228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Yq9CUKsVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SIPBE6XBSTc/s200/IMG_2228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144846852399214930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Pimm's I say" at Napolean House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Yq9iUKsWI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-thKFnJbdRE/s1600-h/IMG_2240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Yq9iUKsWI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-thKFnJbdRE/s200/IMG_2240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144846860989149538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oyster po'boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Yq9iUKsXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Y_1koM_cGJs/s1600-h/IMG_2250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Yq9iUKsXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Y_1koM_cGJs/s200/IMG_2250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144846860989149554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;awesome bar, literally a carousel that spins slowly.&lt;br /&gt;(and leaves you spinning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YqYiUKsOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/IQtENCX9tFw/s1600-h/IMG_2114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YqYiUKsOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/IQtENCX9tFw/s200/IMG_2114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144846225333989602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eric Lindell in New Orleans, ya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YqYyUKsPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/jxqnR_Rd6pE/s1600-h/IMG_2150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YqYyUKsPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/jxqnR_Rd6pE/s200/IMG_2150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144846229628956914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YqZCUKsQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/uwrLIG5zT8Y/s1600-h/IMG_2163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YqZCUKsQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/uwrLIG5zT8Y/s200/IMG_2163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144846233923924226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bourbon St at 3am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YqZSUKsRI/AAAAAAAAAI8/sSIKO8XwIts/s1600-h/IMG_2173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YqZSUKsRI/AAAAAAAAAI8/sSIKO8XwIts/s200/IMG_2173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144846238218891538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;im doing ok at 3am though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YsUiUKsdI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bWH9p5u9rbc/s1600-h/IMG_2434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YsUiUKsdI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bWH9p5u9rbc/s200/IMG_2434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144848355637768658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YqZiUKsSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/NTsm3G3VxXA/s1600-h/IMG_2199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YqZiUKsSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/NTsm3G3VxXA/s200/IMG_2199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144846242513858850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LF and me, haven't seen her in 5 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YjiCUKsHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/QW-M96egmJ4/s1600-h/IMG_2004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YjiCUKsHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/QW-M96egmJ4/s200/IMG_2004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144838691961352306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bristol pals and v. drunk me back in NYC for marathon, Nov 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YjiSUKsII/AAAAAAAAAH0/Tr8PvJYeh-I/s1600-h/IMG_2035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YjiSUKsII/AAAAAAAAAH0/Tr8PvJYeh-I/s200/IMG_2035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144838696256319618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YkSyUKsJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ekhHIgLQXjY/s1600-h/CNV00043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YkSyUKsJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ekhHIgLQXjY/s200/CNV00043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144839529479975058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;silly drunk Bristol boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YkTCUKsKI/AAAAAAAAAIE/iFgRuuBvbak/s1600-h/IMG_2048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YkTCUKsKI/AAAAAAAAAIE/iFgRuuBvbak/s200/IMG_2048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144839533774942370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London - Oct. 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YiQCUKr_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/0EliDuLksSs/s1600-h/IMG_1862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YiQCUKr_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/0EliDuLksSs/s200/IMG_1862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144837283212079090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pub fare in london&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YjhSUKsEI/AAAAAAAAAHU/kTiVMiqbUdU/s1600-h/IMG_1958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YjhSUKsEI/AAAAAAAAAHU/kTiVMiqbUdU/s200/IMG_1958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144838679076450370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Ben, it only rained that one night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YiQSUKsAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/MnyGDytmt20/s1600-h/IMG_1872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YiQSUKsAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/MnyGDytmt20/s200/IMG_1872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144837287507046402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;british library in london&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YiQiUKsBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/DvDlcr8a4ug/s1600-h/IMG_1911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YiQiUKsBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/DvDlcr8a4ug/s200/IMG_1911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144837291802013714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cheese heaven at Harrod's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YiQyUKsCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OLfzW_Zu5r8/s1600-h/IMG_1934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YiQyUKsCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OLfzW_Zu5r8/s200/IMG_1934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144837296096981026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cmon, it's london&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YiRCUKsDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/eM-GgNqQ4b0/s1600-h/IMG_1956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YiRCUKsDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/eM-GgNqQ4b0/s200/IMG_1956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144837300391948338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tower Bridge, I actually made it across,&lt;br /&gt;although it wasn't that high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YhxyUKr7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/qfKRkMyGHmE/s1600-h/IMG_1791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YhxyUKr7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/qfKRkMyGHmE/s200/IMG_1791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144836763521036210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;somewhere in london&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YhyCUKr8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/sHoHTGLiDS8/s1600-h/IMG_1826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YhyCUKr8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/sHoHTGLiDS8/s200/IMG_1826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144836767816003522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;london pub with KC &amp;amp; her pal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YhySUKr9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Z-P2PJrb4KI/s1600-h/IMG_1838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YhySUKr9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Z-P2PJrb4KI/s200/IMG_1838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144836772110970834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diwali fest at Trafalgar Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YhyyUKr-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/itjW2RVYzW4/s1600-h/IMG_1849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YhyyUKr-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/itjW2RVYzW4/s200/IMG_1849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144836780700905442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving on that jet plane back to NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YjhyUKsGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xrxT-Xq8I5A/s1600-h/IMG_1975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YjhyUKsGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xrxT-Xq8I5A/s200/IMG_1975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144838687666384994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and there is plenty of room in this Virgin bathroom ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YjhiUKsFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/3cdab8UnLzA/s1600-h/IMG_1987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YjhiUKsFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/3cdab8UnLzA/s200/IMG_1987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144838683371417682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wineries - august 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YgRCUKr3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/1PD-JQlPpIo/s1600-h/IMG_1721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YgRCUKr3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/1PD-JQlPpIo/s200/IMG_1721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144835101368692594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YgQyUKr2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/K8wzJUuOln8/s1600-h/IMG_1720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YgQyUKr2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/K8wzJUuOln8/s200/IMG_1720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144835097073725282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beach, october 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YgRSUKr4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/gTJpbW4rsL8/s1600-h/IMG_1734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YgRSUKr4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/gTJpbW4rsL8/s200/IMG_1734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144835105663659906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YgRiUKr5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/IHbbMO1_CDU/s1600-h/IMG_1735_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YgRiUKr5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/IHbbMO1_CDU/s200/IMG_1735_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144835109958627218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the biggest, heaviest, most amazing bday cake ive ever made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YdZSUKrwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/SQMsU2MLkug/s1600-h/IMG_1623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YdZSUKrwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/SQMsU2MLkug/s200/IMG_1623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144831944567729922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being silly with DD, aug 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YdZiUKrxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/rQ7aN7AVEOg/s1600-h/IMG_1632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YdZiUKrxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/rQ7aN7AVEOg/s200/IMG_1632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144831948862697234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brownie platter for mother, aug 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YdZyUKryI/AAAAAAAAAFE/icADxjHdFrA/s1600-h/IMG_1615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YdZyUKryI/AAAAAAAAAFE/icADxjHdFrA/s200/IMG_1615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144831953157664546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;blast from the past, look who i ran into labor day weekend, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YdaCUKrzI/AAAAAAAAAFM/1qIpzoWa700/s1600-h/IMG_1649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YdaCUKrzI/AAAAAAAAAFM/1qIpzoWa700/s200/IMG_1649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144831957452631858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an amazing house (castle) we worked at in Southampton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YdaSUKr0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/mMlQbeTFXN4/s1600-h/IMG_1694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YdaSUKr0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/mMlQbeTFXN4/s200/IMG_1694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144831961747599170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YgQiUKr1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/0PIMXezs7UQ/s1600-h/IMG_1657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YgQiUKr1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/0PIMXezs7UQ/s200/IMG_1657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144835092778757970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catering boss' bday at the Talkhouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YbaCUKrsI/AAAAAAAAAEU/oWVvun5QYu8/s1600-h/IMG_1483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YbaCUKrsI/AAAAAAAAAEU/oWVvun5QYu8/s200/IMG_1483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144829758429376194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more catering staff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YbaSUKrtI/AAAAAAAAAEc/8peKiUng3E0/s1600-h/IMG_1481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YbaSUKrtI/AAAAAAAAAEc/8peKiUng3E0/s200/IMG_1481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144829762724343506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my catering "brother" and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YbaiUKruI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HR4TNGebh8M/s1600-h/IMG_1486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YbaiUKruI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HR4TNGebh8M/s200/IMG_1486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144829767019310818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the three times i was in the sun, summer 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YbaiUKrvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MRrYWCjgyss/s1600-h/IMG_1580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YbaiUKrvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MRrYWCjgyss/s200/IMG_1580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144829767019310834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky Gervais, stand-up. hysterical. f-ing hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YaTSUKrnI/AAAAAAAAADs/QsqTzJqmX6I/s1600-h/IMG_1331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YaTSUKrnI/AAAAAAAAADs/QsqTzJqmX6I/s200/IMG_1331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144828542953631346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 1st time at the barn, memorial day 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YaTiUKroI/AAAAAAAAAD0/PknY5ccryIE/s1600-h/IMG_1441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YaTiUKroI/AAAAAAAAAD0/PknY5ccryIE/s200/IMG_1441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144828547248598658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting drunk at work for a sobriety field training, 9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YaTyUKrqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4T-2lEgl8hE/s1600-h/IMG_1532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YaTyUKrqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4T-2lEgl8hE/s200/IMG_1532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144828551543565986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;later that night, 2am, Slick Rick at the Talkhouse, summer 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YbZyUKrrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/w3-1wDTSN1E/s1600-h/IMG_1570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YbZyUKrrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/w3-1wDTSN1E/s200/IMG_1570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144829754134408882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strawberry bday cake for REM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YZXyUKrhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/leWZ9ZJPHR0/s1600-h/IMG_1292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YZXyUKrhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/leWZ9ZJPHR0/s200/IMG_1292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144827520751414802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Womanless Beauty Pageant fundraiser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YZYiUKrlI/AAAAAAAAADc/A0bUNIdIObU/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_1361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YZYiUKrlI/AAAAAAAAADc/A0bUNIdIObU/s200/Copy+of+IMG_1361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144827533636316754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me (the co-emcee for the night) and a very large contestant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YaTCUKrmI/AAAAAAAAADk/2ZbJY-iR104/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_1367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YaTCUKrmI/AAAAAAAAADk/2ZbJY-iR104/s200/Copy+of+IMG_1367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144828538658664034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bday "mud" cake for JCS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YYLCUKrdI/AAAAAAAAACc/jgUsDVvSqzE/s1600-h/IMG_1251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YYLCUKrdI/AAAAAAAAACc/jgUsDVvSqzE/s200/IMG_1251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144826202196454866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Library Geek confirmed, wearing the costume 6 months later though&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YZXyUKriI/AAAAAAAAADE/jGPRSmuFbTU/s1600-h/IMG_1316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YZXyUKriI/AAAAAAAAADE/jGPRSmuFbTU/s200/IMG_1316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144827520751414818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bday cake for JZO - may 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YW_CUKraI/AAAAAAAAACE/f3c4TkcCMMk/s1600-h/IMG_1296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YW_CUKraI/AAAAAAAAACE/f3c4TkcCMMk/s200/IMG_1296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144824896526396834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karaoke - cinco de mayo 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YYLSUKrgI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GIYUt1LkNk8/s1600-h/IMG_1275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YYLSUKrgI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GIYUt1LkNk8/s200/IMG_1275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144826206491422210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinco de Mayo 2007&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YYLCUKreI/AAAAAAAAACk/0Le8Od-uxqw/s1600-h/IMG_1267.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YYLCUKreI/AAAAAAAAACk/0Le8Od-uxqw/s200/IMG_1267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144826202196454882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in the emergency room; after being "infected" by a drug addict during work&lt;br /&gt;april 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YW_CUKrbI/AAAAAAAAACM/5Vlg6BKhdwk/s1600-h/IMG_1241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YW_CUKrbI/AAAAAAAAACM/5Vlg6BKhdwk/s200/IMG_1241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144824896526396850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first librarian related job - archiving school documents in literally, a closet, with another chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YVaiUKrWI/AAAAAAAAABk/n102DwlNUJs/s1600-h/IMG_1145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YVaiUKrWI/AAAAAAAAABk/n102DwlNUJs/s200/IMG_1145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144823169949543778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthday cake for SAK - april 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YVaSUKrUI/AAAAAAAAABU/PXDfkvb80iU/s1600-h/IMG_1138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2YVaSUKrUI/AAAAAAAAABU/PXDfkvb80iU/s200/IMG_1138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144823165654576450" 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/14572653-7968636557755945893?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/7968636557755945893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=7968636557755945893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/7968636557755945893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/7968636557755945893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/going-back-in-time.html' title='going back in time'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/R2Ys1SUKskI/AAAAAAAAALU/C-GNw4JNu4Q/s72-c/IMG_2555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-3766296546204188900</id><published>2007-06-14T00:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T00:13:47.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Don't get too excited though, I ve got much to say, of course, that it seems pointless.  The camera took a swim, not by choice, therefore there aren't many photos to narrate my life lately.  I am sad about this, I know I know, so is everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-3766296546204188900?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/3766296546204188900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=3766296546204188900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/3766296546204188900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/3766296546204188900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-1287114529150176596</id><published>2007-04-10T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:51:51.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>that week did nothing</title><content type='html'>Opposite week worked for a bit but then I forgot I was supposed to be doing the opposite of what I would normally do and well, you know how it goes.  I went to Florida for a week, saw Gramps, worked one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/RhxJ9Y20KzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4HoNJ2IyS28/s1600-h/IMG_1112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/RhxJ9Y20KzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4HoNJ2IyS28/s200/IMG_1112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051994200996064050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(pre-tan) working on the beach in Florida in super high winds ugh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/RhxJ9Y20K0I/AAAAAAAAABE/QJxsgD8ifMc/s1600-h/IMG_1125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/RhxJ9Y20K0I/AAAAAAAAABE/QJxsgD8ifMc/s200/IMG_1125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051994200996064066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;icky GIANT matzoh ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/RhxJ9o20K1I/AAAAAAAAABM/tCRaT4Jp-60/s1600-h/IMG_1137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/RhxJ9o20K1I/AAAAAAAAABM/tCRaT4Jp-60/s200/IMG_1137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051994205291031378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and Gramps :)&lt;br /&gt;(post-tan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; got super tan, went to bars by myself, made friends, well kind of. Discovered I'm pretty darn good playing darts or cricket whatever the F its called.  Re-discovered tasty beers.  Spoke to my asshole brother, more than I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back and tried to do the opposite thing again. I'm doing it but its not really making anything more interesting, just feel like I'm wasting time doing things I wouldnt normally do. whatever. Im way too tired to analyze this shit anymore. On the upside, lost 2 lbs in 3 weeks and only jogged 1 day. Yea thats gotta change. Planned on jogging tonight but.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I might go to Boston to see Bettye again. Good a reason as any eh? Also thinking of visiting cities and just going to see baseball games. Maybe just hop a flight to new zealand, that would be an opposite :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-1287114529150176596?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/1287114529150176596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=1287114529150176596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/1287114529150176596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/1287114529150176596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2007/04/that-week-did-nothing.html' title='that week did nothing'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/RhxJ9Y20KzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4HoNJ2IyS28/s72-c/IMG_1112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-3972687493109157125</id><published>2007-03-29T01:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:51:51.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bettye Lavette kicks ass!</title><content type='html'>Bettye Lavette at B.B. Kings NYC on 3-24-07.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/RgtLaGNe0BI/AAAAAAAAAAk/eZMlFHzlkPU/s1600-h/IMG_1040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/RgtLaGNe0BI/AAAAAAAAAAk/eZMlFHzlkPU/s320/IMG_1040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047210719114612754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okay, so my pics arent the greatest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/RgtLaGNe0CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IZa440Ig7JM/s1600-h/IMG_1046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/RgtLaGNe0CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IZa440Ig7JM/s320/IMG_1046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047210719114612770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/RgtLaWNe0DI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zX0ushbnK4Y/s1600-h/IMG_1063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/RgtLaWNe0DI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zX0ushbnK4Y/s320/IMG_1063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047210723409580082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was amazing. Can't wait to see her again next month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-3972687493109157125?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/3972687493109157125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=3972687493109157125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/3972687493109157125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/3972687493109157125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2007/03/bettye-lavette-kicks-ass.html' title='Bettye Lavette kicks ass!'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/RgtLaGNe0BI/AAAAAAAAAAk/eZMlFHzlkPU/s72-c/IMG_1040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-6455039335746185445</id><published>2007-03-29T01:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:51:51.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 St. Pats Parade in Montauk</title><content type='html'>St. Patricks Day on March 25, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fun time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/RgtKk2Nez_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZvSMkmBSQTU/s1600-h/IMG_1071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/RgtKk2Nez_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZvSMkmBSQTU/s320/IMG_1071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047209804286578674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me, cg, pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/RgtKl2Ne0AI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hhRvzo3Gu7o/s1600-h/IMG_1080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/RgtKl2Ne0AI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hhRvzo3Gu7o/s320/IMG_1080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047209821466447874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in O'Murphys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-6455039335746185445?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/6455039335746185445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=6455039335746185445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/6455039335746185445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/6455039335746185445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2007/03/2007-st-pats-parade-in-montauk.html' title='2007 St. Pats Parade in Montauk'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/RgtKk2Nez_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZvSMkmBSQTU/s72-c/IMG_1071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-7032674010920531722</id><published>2007-03-28T23:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T23:28:18.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Roo Teen Inspires Break Out</title><content type='html'>When we find ourselves in a routine, maybe we should try eating outside the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling a bit bored despite being very busy lately so tonight I had 2 bagels for dinner. Actually that's not true, I had a bagel with tuna on it for dinner.  I ate 2 additional bagels for absolutely no reason.  I was not even hungry.  I had and still have no reason for why I ate them.  There is nothing in the fridge aside from a carton of vanilla &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soymilk&lt;/span&gt; and some old grape tomatoes.  Its depressing for me and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tum tum&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning while driving from interview #1 (which was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;abysmal&lt;/span&gt; at best) to interview #2, I was daydreaming and realized that I am bored.  I feel like im just this being in some unreliable routine.  I got to interview #2 about an hour early so I ate the lunch (green beans and chicken with 1/4 cup of thai sauce which equals exactly 350 calories) which I was saving for later, in the car. With a spoon. It was all I could find in my bag.  I flossed my teeth. I drank some water. I ate some gum, still in the car. I wanted to drive away but I went in, now 40 minutes early.  The woman was not ready to see me so I wandered around the library. I used a public computer and noticed the man in front of me was on some sort of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Victoria's&lt;/span&gt; secret-like website. He was just clicking around, clearly not shopping. It amused me and my bored mood lifted for the moment. The librarian told me they were ready for me, I was still super smiley and decided to do everything opposite from that minute on for the next week.  The interview was nothing remotely close to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;abysmal&lt;/span&gt;.  One woman loved me. The other, I'm not so sure she loved me but she likes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being a kid and running out of interesting names to call my brother or parents and had to be nice but then say "aha! its opposite day!"  Well folks, it's opposite day for the next 6 days. Although I knew how many calories were in lunch, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; log my food intake today. I cancelled my MD &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt; for today and didn't weigh in.  I left work early. I smoked. I ate those damn bagels. With cream cheese. Okay, and one with peanut butter. I took the garbage out. I watched a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dvd&lt;/span&gt; even though I didn't want to. at first. I wrote this. I hung up my clothes. All opposite. I just realized, I also have straight hair today. Leaving tomorrow and havent even packed yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what this week of breaking out of the box uncovers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-7032674010920531722?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/7032674010920531722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=7032674010920531722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/7032674010920531722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/7032674010920531722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2007/03/roo-teen-inspires-break-out.html' title='Roo Teen Inspires Break Out'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-129588611770540718</id><published>2007-03-10T02:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:51:51.981-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='key west 2007'/><title type='text'>"take a picture, take a picture!!!!!!!!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/RfJb3Y-Io7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/u4sahGxQvp8/s1600-h/IMG_0821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/RfJb3Y-Io7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/u4sahGxQvp8/s320/IMG_0821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040191940135003058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Are you happy? I'll get around to posting the album and the trip review asap. "Yes I promise!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-129588611770540718?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/129588611770540718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=129588611770540718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/129588611770540718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/129588611770540718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2007/03/take-picture-take-picture.html' title='&quot;take a picture, take a picture!!!!!!!!!&quot;'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCxmt5CQqo/RfJb3Y-Io7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/u4sahGxQvp8/s72-c/IMG_0821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-9220039588960655041</id><published>2007-02-27T00:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T02:35:17.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated this for fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/visitedStates/statemap?visited=AZCACTDCDEFLGAHIILMEMDMAMINVNHNJNYNCPARISCTXVTVA" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://douweosinga.com/projects/visitedstates"&gt;create your own visited states map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-9220039588960655041?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/9220039588960655041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=9220039588960655041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/9220039588960655041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/9220039588960655041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2007/02/updated-this-for-fun.html' title='Updated this for fun'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-116901664601601321</id><published>2007-01-17T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T01:57:10.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new editions this year</title><content type='html'>Once again the original 3 will be headed to Key West to break up those winter blues although this year our usual trip coincides with Easter, those damn christians are always fuggin stuff up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, the dates have changed but our core group will survive and not only will we be adding a new 4th but a new 5th will also be rollin' with us. We are all very excited but based on past history, the 4th has been ex-communicated by the next year's trip so we will just have to see how this turns out. Coordinating 5 peoples schedules and flights has not been a treat but "Julie" persisted and it has all come together somewhat smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two new additions can be quite reckless under the influence of alcohol, lets just hope this doesn't turn into another Hawaii disaster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling nostalgic now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/1600/553318/lsgme2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/200/893740/lsgme2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/1600/519439/117_1716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/200/28561/117_1716.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 42 days to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-116901664601601321?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/116901664601601321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=116901664601601321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/116901664601601321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/116901664601601321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-editions-this-year.html' title='new editions this year'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-116901472255673386</id><published>2007-01-06T01:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T01:34:29.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A birthday without cake hmpf!</title><content type='html'>So now there is a 2 where the 1 used to be. Well well, longislandlisa  is a bit older than last year whatever will she do? &lt;br /&gt;The birthday celebration started off with mother and an uneventful greek meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/1600/760834/IMG_0738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/200/767637/IMG_0738.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ended with no candle, which means no cake, which is no problem BUT no candle means no wish. hmpf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I headed out to Montauk for what was supposed to be a quiet weekend with nobody to bother me but Huggies joined in and we had a much more eventful meal at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/1600/629358/IMG_0745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/200/417164/IMG_0745.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where we also got 2 for 1 meals, yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/1600/880435/IMG_0744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/200/86136/IMG_0744.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was good. But no cake, no candle, no wish, hmpf.&lt;br /&gt;Funny I didnt even realize that i missed out on a birthday wish until days later. Maybe it was happy hour before huggies arrived or the bottle of wine at dinner or the many drinks at O'Murphys and Shagwong, who knows...but after waltzing around town in the misty rain we were kinda getting silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/1600/318805/IMG_0748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/200/633929/IMG_0748.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and helped to make the bar a bit nuttier and the DJ was the irish waiter who played all of our requests but i have no idea what was going on here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/1600/909910/IMG_0757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/200/145782/IMG_0757.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night contined and Huggies had a memorable "slumber" while I continued to checkout the town after the bar closed and headed to Liar's Saloon which was a local scary scene but fun anyway. I would recommend the not too skanky,open all year motel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/1600/456649/IMG_0783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/200/994805/IMG_0783.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I guess I will have to wait until Independence Day for my half birthday and maybe then i can have my 1/2 birthday wish and then it can 1/2 come true!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for coming Huggies ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-116901472255673386?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/116901472255673386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=116901472255673386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/116901472255673386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/116901472255673386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2007/01/birthday-without-cake-hmpf.html' title='A birthday without cake hmpf!'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-116772029192011033</id><published>2007-01-01T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T01:52:08.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a seven where the six used to be</title><content type='html'>8pm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/1600/246237/CIMG2029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/200/223589/CIMG2029.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10pm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/1600/651842/IMG_0697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/200/634646/IMG_0697.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing into 2007 (well kind of):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/1600/565866/IMG_0721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/200/301207/IMG_0721.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times, good times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-116772029192011033?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/116772029192011033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=116772029192011033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/116772029192011033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/116772029192011033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2007/01/theres-seven-where-six-used-to-be.html' title='There&apos;s a seven where the six used to be'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-116710914708742410</id><published>2006-12-25T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T23:59:45.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the big payback</title><content type='html'>my dreams of seeing the godfather of soul on NY's eve were dashed today when i heard that the legend had passed on.....rip James Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song for today: night train - JB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood: disappointed. death sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-116710914708742410?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/116710914708742410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=116710914708742410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/116710914708742410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/116710914708742410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/12/big-payback.html' title='the big payback'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-116642283025902403</id><published>2006-12-18T01:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T01:23:30.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Maui or Wowie (pt.1)</title><content type='html'>I actually slept both flights to Kauai with no anxiety and arrived only somewhat stinky but was ready to hit the first bar, since it was nearly happy hour (and I started on the plane)! So the crew picked me up at the airport and we headed to Poipu. Marilyn (no nickname for that one) and I went to a groovy place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/1600/89608/IMG_0103%20%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/320/346118/IMG_0103%20%281%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After one drink, we picked up the other fagbags and headed to the "condo" in Princeville which seemed like forever away but was probably only about an hour.  After we cleaned up a bit we had a photo session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/1600/18920/IMG_0114%20%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/320/410332/IMG_0114%20%281%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and went to Tahiti Nui in Hanalei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/1600/468993/IMG_0123%20%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/320/19005/IMG_0123%20%281%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were on our second drink, a local drunk, Jerry began to make small talk with KC.  He was harmless enough. KC left for a pee and Jerry was hanging around Marilyn.  THEN the the freaking bitch starts telling him to walk away and leave her alone etc. Ummm, he was barely talking to her! So....from what i remember KC comes back and Marilyn tells her to get the guy away from her.  KC doesn't really see the problem either and is trying to figure it out but all Bitch can do is keep bitching! SOOOO...I throw some salt on the two of them hoping to break it up and give her something else to think about but that doesn't happen. She gets rowdy with me and then her and Huggies leave.  Now KC is missing and I don't give a flying fug.  So I continue to drink and enjoy the atmosphere.  A while later I cannot find KC, she's freaking missing.  I don't have a phone or her # so I ask for the phone to call a cab.  The bartender laughs at me. "We don't have that here". Huh??? No cabs? Nope, only to go to the airport. OMG! So I wander around outside searching for KC, nowhere to be found. Could this get worse? Did i mention its my FIRST night? &lt;br /&gt;So some local hears of the dilemma and lets me use his phone to call Huggies. Huggies says she cannot come and get me and that KC is not there. BITCH has the car and is not coming to get us. So sitting outside smoking butts with this stranger, he spots KC on a picnic table in someones front lawn. Great!&lt;br /&gt;She wanders over, sits and starts to vomit all over the place. She is crying, its a fucking mess. Did i mention its my FIRST night? :)&lt;br /&gt;So...the guy says he'll give us a ride back but he wants to drink for a while more and he'll be out in an hour. Ugh. Huggies calls KC and says they'll come and get us. Bitch arrives and bitches the whole time back.  I am ready to get a hotel at this point. &lt;br /&gt;Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/1600/434963/IMG_0121%20%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/320/222448/IMG_0121%20%281%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/1600/965790/IMG_0128%20%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/320/897716/IMG_0128%20%281%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess she does have a nickname!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-116642283025902403?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/116642283025902403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=116642283025902403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/116642283025902403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/116642283025902403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/12/not-maui-or-wowie-pt1.html' title='Not Maui or Wowie (pt.1)'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-116642145648501799</id><published>2006-12-18T00:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T01:01:13.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The greatest rock band in the world...</title><content type='html'>Before the big trip to Hawaii I was all freaked out about flying over water for five hours and the anxiety of all the school work that I had procrastinated in doing was building up so I cancelled my flight a week before.&lt;br /&gt;THEN Huggies helped me down from the ledge and I booked ANOTHER flight, this time to Kauai and planned to spend the whole week there. I also made sure to book it a day late so I could go see my "secret" love slave, JB with Tenacious D at MSG. That turned out to be fun fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/1600/863269/IMG_0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/320/653635/IMG_0057.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they actually weren't that great. Well the encore rocked but that was about it. After the show, the other JB and I went out for a drink after his friends split, we were silly and got stuck in the city until after 3am, ick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/1600/976808/IMG_0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/320/667351/IMG_0049.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next 3am I was back on the train heading to Hawaii....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/1600/868794/IMG_0072%20%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/320/185049/IMG_0072%20%281%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all alone. i hate to admit it but it was kind of spooky and scary...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-116642145648501799?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/116642145648501799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=116642145648501799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/116642145648501799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/116642145648501799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/12/greatest-rock-band-in-world.html' title='The greatest rock band in the world...'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-116642087614547977</id><published>2006-12-17T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T01:02:16.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A master?</title><content type='html'>Aha, I just hit send with my final research paper. Schools out!!! For summer? no, FOREVER!!! Let's hope that remedial bullshit paper was good enough to eke out a B.  I guess now I wait for some paper to come in the mail that says I have a masters degree in library and information science, HAH! what a gas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This (pending) librarian is getting ready to tie one on, no not a bun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/1600/292989/IMG_0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/320/126780/IMG_0036.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/14572653-116642087614547977?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/116642087614547977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=116642087614547977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/116642087614547977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/116642087614547977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/12/master.html' title='A master?'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-116477791045943996</id><published>2006-11-29T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T00:28:24.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>super super stish us</title><content type='html'>I am hoping I might have to change the url of this blog soon (shhh). Let's hope for the best and expect the worst, just to save face, ya know. My fingers and toes are crossed. It's making it hard to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired of researching copyright law that I have just given up.  It is so goddammmmnnnn boring, argh. The prof seems to think we are all complete morons for not having a law degree so I am hoping that my junior high level paper ekes out an A.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a week in the pacific ocean is just what i need to get through it all. At least I can look foward to well actually I am not looking forward to it at all. Sorry Huggies :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA and I had a winey time last week at our annual photo op&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/1600/874504/IMG_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/320/75720/IMG_0010.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/14572653-116477791045943996?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/116477791045943996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=116477791045943996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/116477791045943996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/116477791045943996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/11/super-super-stish-us.html' title='super super stish us'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-116434403367610693</id><published>2006-11-23T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T00:26:28.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pod and satans tooth</title><content type='html'>why are you reading this? you should be at the cinema watching Tenacious D in the Pick of Destiny!!!&lt;br /&gt;Go! I said GO! Go NOW!! Its super funny and not long enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh right happy thanksgiving too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know who I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/1600/929361/tuffymcfukelbee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/817/1323/320/149346/tuffymcfukelbee.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/14572653-116434403367610693?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/116434403367610693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=116434403367610693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/116434403367610693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/116434403367610693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/11/pod-and-satans-tooth.html' title='pod and satans tooth'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-116399995490153551</id><published>2006-11-19T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T00:19:14.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironic flashbacks</title><content type='html'>For anyone who knows me for a while this photo should bring back some delightful memories although it was taken this weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/DarleneDawnMe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/DarleneDawnMe.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Happy Days ahead, I got a new digi!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-116399995490153551?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/116399995490153551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=116399995490153551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/116399995490153551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/116399995490153551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/11/ironic-flashbacks.html' title='Ironic flashbacks'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-116356635272513693</id><published>2006-11-14T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:42:15.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Floppy hats in November?</title><content type='html'>There truly are so many fugging weird people roaming this earth.  I went on an "interview" (if you can call it that) today and the woman greeting the 3 of us (??) was middle aged, at best, wearing a knee length denim skirt, white socks, white walking sneakers, a purple, yes purple, tank top and a purple to match floppy bucket hat. I was thinking, what the hell is going on here. Well it is a part time job doing archiving work, snore, but I stuck with it. Then the "interviewer" comes in and I was made aware that we weren't exactly being interviewed but we were attending a training and then would be "certified" by the State to archive government and school documents. Strange. No mention of this was made to me when I was asked to come in.  In fact the purple hat woman had made it seem as if this were an interview for real. Odd. Really fucking odd.&lt;br /&gt;Then, the program director (!) sits us down and she's got on an orange sweater, a really bad brassiere which did nothing to help her out at all and super snug black jeans which should have been 2 or even 3 sizes bigger. But lets move on to the really scary part. The 3 of us candidates are on one side of a table and orange shirt is across from me. Purple fishing hat is off somewhere shuffling around. Orange shirt has a gap in her two front teeth about an inch wide but this is bad, her canine tooth had some sort of tooth bubbles on it. I kept trying to figure out what they were but I couldn't really stare since she was about a foot across from me and kept looking at me. What the hell were these growths? I tried googling tooth spurs but nothing came up . It was just the weirdest.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I got the assignment.&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't beat the interview I went on a couple of weeks ago at a hebrew school to run their library. Man calls me and asks me to come in for interview. It's on a sunday, ugh. It's $15/hr. double or even triple ugh BUT it might look ok on a resume if I can amp it up. So I get there on time, no one is there to greet me. Kids are runnning around all over. Finally I find the guy. A super dork who decided midlife to  become a librarian, a cataloguer, UGH!!! Get some porn buddy. ANYWAY, he is attempting to chat it up and make it seem like they've got a good thing going on there. All I'm thinking is $15/hr barely covers the gas to drive to this joint. Then, Bitch comes in. I have no idea who she is, she doesn't introduce herself but starts grilling me right off the bat about being a probation officer. Umm Ms. Bitch, I thought I was here for the p/t librarian position. After enduring her nonsense, I ask about the position. She returns the question with a question asking what experience I have with children. Ummm again, Bitch, you are holding my resume, didn't you think of this before dragging me here on a Sunday? Well, Man is trying to help me out emphasizing the library stuff but she keeps shooting me in the leg. I feel like telling her to fuck off and walk out but I keep smiling and trying. Then the coolest middle aged hebrew school principal walks in and introduces herself. We hit it off right away. Bitch excuses herself abruptly and walks out. Oh, before that she mentions to me that "maybe next year after you have some more experience you can recontact us and see if you might work out better at that time." !!!!!!!! Like I would come back here for ANYTHING? Oh wait, you are paying a handsome $15/hr.&lt;br /&gt;I can even recreate the insanity of this interview, oh did i mention that after she basically told me to fuck off, I was there another HOUR???????&lt;br /&gt;I nearly lit up a smoke and blew it in her face right there in the temple library.&lt;br /&gt;Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I am finishing my internship on Friday, thank gosh! Being in the city so much really improved by public transportation skills and I got to do a lot of groovy stuff after work. I got to hear Gnarls Barkley (free from work and open bar!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/384082392_ORIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/384082392_ORIG.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Red Elvises (and split a shot with the guy on guitar ick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/384082390_ORIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/384082390_ORIG.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to some really rockin bars, eat really good meals, buy really overpriced smokes, meet weird people, run into college friends, get drunk with college friends, get drunk with other people, and for the culmination meet strange foreigners, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/the%20group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/the%20group.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get really drunk, go to the empire state bldg and other assorted drinking establishments.  &lt;br /&gt;Oh of course the internship was a great learning experience and I met 3 really cool ladies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to buy a digi asap, this blog sucks without photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JB and KG are on Letterman tonight, gotta jam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-116356635272513693?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/116356635272513693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=116356635272513693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/116356635272513693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/116356635272513693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/11/floppy-hats-in-november.html' title='Floppy hats in November?'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-116339201317996665</id><published>2006-11-12T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:26:53.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a small world afterall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-116339201317996665?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/116339201317996665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=116339201317996665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/116339201317996665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/116339201317996665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-small-world-afterall.html' title='It&apos;s a small world afterall'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-116285074023623332</id><published>2006-11-06T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T17:05:40.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relax....</title><content type='html'>It was a Halloween costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridezilla, baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-116285074023623332?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/116285074023623332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=116285074023623332' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/116285074023623332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/116285074023623332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/11/relax.html' title='Relax....'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-116216863806969262</id><published>2006-10-29T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T19:37:18.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How shocking!</title><content type='html'>There are so many pics to upload and update my lame blog but I've been working 8 days a week and planning my shotgun wedding! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/100_0004.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/100_0004.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not a sight you see everyday! super scary eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song for today: house of jealous lovers - the rapture&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-116216863806969262?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/116216863806969262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=116216863806969262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/116216863806969262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/116216863806969262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-shocking.html' title='How shocking!'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-116062405159787807</id><published>2006-10-12T23:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T23:50:24.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad staff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/100_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/100_0007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/100_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/100_0009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/100_0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/100_0013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like cheese, some of us get better with age. Some do not. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-116062405159787807?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/116062405159787807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=116062405159787807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/116062405159787807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/116062405159787807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/10/bad-staff.html' title='Bad staff'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-116062390437733382</id><published>2006-10-11T21:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T11:02:22.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yes dear, clearly you are so cheesy.</title><content type='html'>our 1st Anniversary&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/126_2651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/126_2651.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eats yo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colston-Bassett stilton, yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/stilton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/stilton.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pave du Nord...not too memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/126_2646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/126_2646.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some gooey French muenster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/126_2647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/126_2647.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a tan on September 17th. Love that indian summer sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/126_2635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/126_2635.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and can't beat it in Huggies' bimma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/126_2642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/126_2642.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second floor kitchen in Brooklyn, you could smell the funk from the street. Authentic unpasturized cheeses esp. brie de meaux was present, ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/126_2630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/126_2630.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cheese Fest geeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/126_2631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/126_2631.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That cheesy ho' gotta kid now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/126_2615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/126_2615.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/14572653-116062390437733382?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/116062390437733382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=116062390437733382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/116062390437733382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/116062390437733382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/10/yes-dear-clearly-you-are-so-cheesy.html' title='yes dear, clearly you are so cheesy.'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-115989170350884881</id><published>2006-10-03T12:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T12:08:23.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Signals</title><content type='html'>Thoughts become words.&lt;br /&gt;Words become actions.&lt;br /&gt;Actions become character.&lt;br /&gt;Character is everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said this was quite profound that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-115989170350884881?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/115989170350884881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=115989170350884881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115989170350884881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115989170350884881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/10/signals.html' title='Signals'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-115835291071296411</id><published>2006-09-15T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T16:42:37.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one reason to make your friday brighter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20060914/hl_afp/afplifestylehealthalcohol"&gt;Meet me at happy hour!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a boat load of social capital!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-115835291071296411?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/115835291071296411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=115835291071296411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115835291071296411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115835291071296411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-one-reason-to-make-your-friday.html' title='Just one reason to make your friday brighter'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-115743513404529227</id><published>2006-09-05T00:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T02:02:30.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bronzed and beat (really long post)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/heading%20down%20strip%20to%20Mirage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/heading%20down%20strip%20to%20Mirage.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las Vegasssss what can I say, the photos are in an album if you are truly bored. I really had a blast this weekend. The last time I was there I was not impressed at all. I nearly missed the flight on Friday because I had no idea about this no lotion or liquids rule so TSA tells me to check my bag but the line is about an hour long and everyone bitches at me and the guy tells me to get someone from TSA to allow this...long story short I dump the sunscreen, toothpaste and some hair crap and shove my lip stuff in my pocket and the expensive hair product in my shirt and I attempt to get through again on the other side. No problem whatsoever. Hmmpf. I'm *THE* last person on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to Vegas finally and get into some shuttle where I have to sit up front with the driver who proceeds to make small talk with me about god knows what, shut it man, im tired and hungry. Get to the Monte Carlo (not bad, low key casino, nice lazy river and wave pool) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/125_2528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/125_2528.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and check in early. Then headed over to &lt;a href="http://www.commanderspalace.com/las_vegas/menu_detail.php?menu=13"&gt;Commander's Palace&lt;/a&gt; for the 25 cent martini lunch, do you see where this is headed? It started innocently enough with the lemon drop martini &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/25%20cent%20lemon%20drop%20martini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/200/25%20cent%20lemon%20drop%20martini.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my british waiter, Allan, steered me toward the Cajun martini which was spiceeey  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/25cent%20cajun%20martini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/200/25cent%20cajun%20martini.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the po boy came and I was very happy with the fried oyster portion, very happy with the sweet potato fries too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/oyster%20and%20shrimp%20po%20boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/200/oyster%20and%20shrimp%20po%20boy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next came the straight up martinis and half through the 4th and final martini I realized that I had forgotten to take a pic! Alas here it is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/25%20cent%20martini%20%283rd%20and%204th%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/200/25%20cent%20martini%20%283rd%20and%204th%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, 4*'s for the lunch. Good deal at $26 with tip for 4 martinis and the food. There was also some new orleans style jazz geeks who I opted not to take a pic with although the overly accomodating host insisted, he was a very nice man. If you are in  Vegas def try and get to eat here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night I wandered around but was really tired because after the martini lunch I mumbled my way to the pool and layed in the sun a bit with a rum and coke, bad move.  Of course, we all know "drunk me" must have arrived because I awoke many hours later in my bed and it was pitch black. I think I must've falled asleep around 2pm and it was 8:30pm!!!! Strange thing was that I felt super. Then I went to pee and saw why I felt fine.  There was my lunch staring at me in the bathroom sink. Nearly all the way across this fine country and I manage to hurl in the sink. Classy Lis, real fucking classy. On top of it, the drain is clogged and I can't even fix this. I laughed out loud. So I walked next door to the next casino, NY NY. I had no interest in gambling or drinking anymore so I checked out some irishmans bar and a kooky asian lady was dancing like a nut the whole time.  The band had this really groovy violinist chick unfortunately it was all of that irish (garbage) music, weirder was that the asain lady knew a lot of the words. Those tatts on her legs are painted on, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/kooky%20dancer%20again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/kooky%20dancer%20again.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel like asking anyone to take a pic cus then I would have to talk to them and although I was in a great mood I didn't want to ruin it by talking to dumbass drunkards so I shot one in the bathroom and managed to get the lovely toilet cleaner too! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/photo%20op%20at%20the%20irish%20bar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/photo%20op%20at%20the%20irish%20bar.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bar I remembered that I wanted to go to House of Blues, by now I am drunk again and head out into the street I start walking and a few min later I realize that I don't remember which casino that bar is in but think if I am headed in this direction my subconscious must know and that is why I am walking "Ah, yes self it is in the Mirage". 1.5 miles later I arrive and ask where is the bar..."at Mandalay Bay" complete opposite direction, fuck me, wrong M!!! Cross the street and head back a mile or so then have strong desire for nachos. I go into this "latin" place and I am the only white chick in there, fine by me, the nachos are nasty with a capital N. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/not%20good%20nachos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/not%20good%20nachos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have been happier with pizza. So another few hundred miles later I arrive back at my hotel and I get the pizza, its around 3:30am but to my body its 3 hours later so I figure the pizza is like an early breakfast. Its sbarro and also nasty, serves me right. At the next table is some dork who keeps looking over his shoulder at me, why? I have no idea maybe because I am eating pizza with a fork and knife heh heh. Waiting waiting waiting for the elevator, door almost shuts and its the dork, ugh now I have to make small talk cus its 25 floors up. He is harmless but surprised that I am in Vegas by myself and I get the feeling that he is also but don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next AM, I wake up super early cus Im all f'd up on time and I think the pool opens at 9am so I putz around the room and go to the pool at 9:30am and its freaking packed cus of course it opens at 8am, where do I find a chair? all the way in the back. who is at the next chair, the elevator dork. After I get off  the phone with Huggies he makes small talk but I don't act like I remember him, kind of weird tho that in this huge hotel he is right next to me, not *that* odd though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, I am bored and think of going somewhere interesting for food, wind up at Paris and eat really bad omelet at their poolside place &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/nasty%20omelet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/nasty%20omelet.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have known it would not be good but since there are security guards at their pool I knew I could weasel my way in through food, although I hadn't come up with a plan to get a towel without a room key. Alas, I went to pee after the food and there was a towel someone left folded up outside the door. snagged it. I layed here for the next few hours &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/paris%20pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/paris%20pool.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while Long Islanders were listening to wind and rain, heh heh. When the DJ started playing music at noon I rationalized that it was ok to have a drink. $16 later and I was enjoying this &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/cranberry%20kamikaze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/cranberry%20kamikaze.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and gazing up at the Eiffel Tower &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/tower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/tower.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a very lovely afternoon. After the pool I was warm and sunned and hungry, of course, and thought I could walk all the way to Mandalay Bay to go to Burger Bar which some foodie told me had a very good burger. I got to Excalibur and had to take the tram which induced much anxiety, since it was packed it was more of a roller coaster feel to me rather than a tram. I survived though and walking through the casino I see someone I recognize, of course duh!!! UNfortunately, it is EC, a probationer I violated (about 2 yrs ago) and if I rememeber correctly he wound up doing 6 months in jail due to his little cocaine habit. I kind of look away and figure he won't recognize me and he doesn't. It was fucking weird though.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the food, the burger was great along with more fries of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/Burger%20Bar%20in%20Mandalay%20Bay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/Burger%20Bar%20in%20Mandalay%20Bay.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the burger and beer, had to drink more right? , I took a nap and woke up later than I wanted to. Managed to push myself to go out cus I mean it's Vegas but had very little energy and couldn't fathom another long night so I decided to walk until fortune steered me to my destination. Excalibur. No gambling and I'm not even sure there are bars in that place, it was not what I remembered. So I decided to go back and just go to sleep but some dorks talked me into going to NY NY again and went into some bar when they weren't looking where there was some singing and piano playing going on. I guess this dueling piano thing is popular in Vegas. So 2 duos switch on and off throughout the night. I get a drink. Some old guy is chatting me up oh he is pretty fat too. I don't mean to say heavy, I mean fat, like he is heavy and grody. Okay the next duo takes the "stage" and they each take a side of the room and try to get the crowd "pumped up". The one guido guy (in the background) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/125_2588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/125_2588.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is working my side and I am not impressed. The guido says "my side is pretty loud and etc". The long haired guy says "I see that but what I like is look on this girl's face in the white shirt, she is not interested or amused by you AT ALL!". &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/photo%20op%20second%20nite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/photo%20op%20second%20nite.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm the girl in the white shirt "it's just my face!", and now everyone is looking at me and it's pretty quiet. I am actually embarrassed for a second so I turn around toward the bar. The night gets better and they are actually a lot of fun along with the 2 other dueling piano guys. They have this gimmick where you request a song along with money, if you don't like the song you can pay them to stop it. One guy paid $80 to hear the theme song from Cheers, and another guy paid $100 to stop it! Fucking crazy people in Vegas. The singer, John Riedel, has this elton john thing going on &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/john%20riedel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/john%20riedel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he's actually pretty good. On the other hand, the guido partner did this beat box thing which was horrible and he should be embarrassed for even attempting it. Guess what, the kooky dancing asian lady is here too!&lt;br /&gt;So after all this drunk singing, oh by then I'm about 8 rum and cokes in but luckily I did allow some to be bought for me cus I was running out of cash, I decide that I want to eat. I head back and I think I ate McD's fries and coke. Ugh. BUT I wake up sunday feeling fine, hmmm. Weird, maybe all the walking and sweating negates the bad food. &lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning I waddled my fat ass to the pool then in the afternoon I got a cab to Hard Rock to eat at Simon (cmon you knew I had to go and I really wanted to eat this tuna app they have) but time was running out so I changed my mind, ticked off the driver half way and had him go to the airport where I had bad bad chicken taco salad. The plane was packed and i had to sit next to some trashy lady and her icky husband. They made me sit next to the window. I nearly had a full on panic attack but didn't. I couldn't sleep and I forgot my free drink coupons so no booze for me. I managed to annoy the couple by drinking a lot of water and getting up 3 times to pee heh heh biatch.&lt;br /&gt;The flight was calm &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/126_2606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/126_2606.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we got in about 45 minutes early, thanks tailwinds and mr. southwest pilot. Aside from some bad food, I had a mint time. I would totally travel alone again, it was fun and funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-115743513404529227?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/115743513404529227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=115743513404529227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115743513404529227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115743513404529227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/09/bronzed-and-beat-really-long-post.html' title='Bronzed and beat (really long post)'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-115707981475385219</id><published>2006-08-31T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T02:19:35.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To have ambition is my ambition</title><content type='html'>You all must really subscribe to this daily horoscope. I just read mine for today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capricorn&lt;br /&gt;(Dec. 22-Jan. 19)&lt;br /&gt;Your pioneering spirit is required in order to get things moving, and that's just jim-dandy with you. You love being the first to explore a brand-new territory. Those who are too timid can hold up the rear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your own at &lt;a href="http://sol.astrology.com/Apps/DCS/mcp?q=ST1PHpTGlzkf3G"&gt;Astrology.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for today: Call and Answer - BNL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-115707981475385219?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/115707981475385219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=115707981475385219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115707981475385219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115707981475385219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/08/to-have-ambition-is-my-ambition.html' title='To have ambition is my ambition'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-115704353484070690</id><published>2006-08-31T12:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T02:19:09.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegasss baby</title><content type='html'>I need a tan, I am tired, really fluggin tired, I don't want to work this weekend. It looks like rain here. The summer is nearly over and next week starts hellish stuff so I think I'll go to Las Vegas by myself tomorrow morning cus its the only place in the country where the weather looks fantastic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night I hung out with the Bulge and we reminisced about college for hours. Trippy stuff.  He wants the nudes I took of him so last night I looked around for them and came upon my college journals and WOW...13 years later nothing really changes. My mind still works the same way. Was such a mind fuck to be reading this stuff and I don't remember all of these little details and conversations that occurred in 1993.  It was like reading someone else's diary.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is going to keep on whether I am in it or not. If I don't do something of importance every day it's a waste of a day.  Why not go to Vegasss for 2 days. I want to eat some good food anyway and it's the theme for this summer so there you go. My first solo vacation. I just clicked on 'confirm'.  I'll be fine right? I actually prefer to hang out with myself lately and have been going out a bunch on my own. I am a bit wary of being in a hotel by myself though. I do need some food recommendations though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grilled cheese theory is working out well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-115704353484070690?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/115704353484070690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=115704353484070690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115704353484070690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115704353484070690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/08/vegasss-baby.html' title='Vegasss baby'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-115678835634403046</id><published>2006-08-28T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T14:05:56.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another "theory"</title><content type='html'>Anyone who does not enjoy a grilled cheese sandwich has real probelms. I have set out to prove this theory.  So far I am correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really now, it's melted cheese between bread slathered in butter and fried up golden. How could anyone not like this? Crap, now I'm craving some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-115678835634403046?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/115678835634403046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=115678835634403046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115678835634403046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115678835634403046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/08/another-theory.html' title='Another &quot;theory&quot;'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-115674368918589641</id><published>2006-08-28T01:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T01:41:29.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching.</title><content type='html'>I am searching for authentic fortune cookies.  The ideal cookie would be with a hand written fortune. I had another freaky "coincident" but thats all I can say about it.  I am really really really really fluggin tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-115674368918589641?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/115674368918589641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=115674368918589641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115674368918589641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115674368918589641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/08/searching.html' title='Searching.'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-115639066496986109</id><published>2006-08-23T23:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T01:29:14.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't laugh! My job is dangerous!</title><content type='html'>I was off from work today doing some baking for Huggies belated birthday cus she wanted black forest cake but I mixed it up so I made Black Forest Brownies, this is them with the chocolate glaze and the whipped topping &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/125_2510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/125_2510.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*No* that's not the dangerous part....As I was glazing them she called to tell me about our fellow P.O. who was involved in a standoff today attempting to execute a warrant. Read about it &lt;a href="http://www.news12.com/LI/topstories/article?id=181203"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attempt to execute a couple of warrants each month AND I don't always wear my vest. That's pretty fucking dumb of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-115639066496986109?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/115639066496986109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=115639066496986109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115639066496986109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115639066496986109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/08/dont-laugh-my-job-is-dangerous.html' title='Don&apos;t laugh! My job is dangerous!'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-115550596733687390</id><published>2006-08-13T17:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T17:54:12.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An interesting 4 minutes, really.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=4776181634656145640&amp;amp;hl=en" style="width:400px; height:326px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr/&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;It's not nearly as lame as it appears.&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-115550596733687390?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/115550596733687390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=115550596733687390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115550596733687390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115550596733687390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/08/interesting-4-minutes-really.html' title='An interesting 4 minutes, really.'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-115548074070570888</id><published>2006-08-13T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T10:56:56.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Liver in the pool</title><content type='html'>Just another &lt;a href="http://icliverpool.icnetwork.co.uk/0100news/0100regionalnews/tm_objectid=17510843&amp;method=full&amp;siteid=50061&amp;headline=get-a-healthy-body-and-a-healthy-mind--name_page.html"&gt;reason&lt;/a&gt;  to love your library!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a reason &lt;a href="http://icliverpool.icnetwork.co.uk/0100news/0100regionalnews/tm_objectid=17547430%26method=full%26siteid=50061%26headline=welcome%2dto%2dthe%2dlibrary-name_page.html"&gt;NOT&lt;/a&gt; to love your library but ironic for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-115548074070570888?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/115548074070570888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=115548074070570888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115548074070570888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115548074070570888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/08/liver-in-pool.html' title='Liver in the pool'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-115545482130593764</id><published>2006-08-13T03:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T10:50:59.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you ever wonder?</title><content type='html'>Do you ever wonder why we all exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I think about how great peanut butter is also. things that make you go hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to make the super come out at 2:30am to help me into my apt. how much could they be paying him to be on call 24/7 and no o/t either. somehow the lock busted and my key would not work and had to emergency page them at 2am. sucks because i really wanted to eat nachos with melted cheese or even that fake electroyellow cheese i luv so much. alas, i had to resort to peanut butter chips and fried eggs. don't laugh! but i didnt eat em together yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pennies been done rainin from heaven too. twice i got free money at a bar in two weeks, more hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-115545482130593764?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/115545482130593764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=115545482130593764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115545482130593764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115545482130593764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/08/do-you-ever-wonder.html' title='Do you ever wonder?'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-115492751473867466</id><published>2006-08-07T01:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T01:11:54.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Simon says. And I'd be glad to!</title><content type='html'>Hey hey now. Somebody had their &lt;a href="http://www.kerrysimon.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; updated and it is spectacular!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-115492751473867466?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/115492751473867466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=115492751473867466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115492751473867466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115492751473867466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/08/simon-says-and-id-be-glad-to.html' title='Simon says. And I&apos;d be glad to!'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-115484730678680067</id><published>2006-08-06T02:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T03:06:00.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To the victor go the spoils and I get to be victor today!</title><content type='html'>My feet are sore and I worked 11 hours today. I know, I hear the tiny violins but today may be the most cash I have made at once. Since I was "bartending", which I really wasn't since I was pulled to other things nearly the whole night, I got paid separately. So the groom hands me some cash and I stick it in my pocket. A few minutes later, I count the bills...$400.00!!! No freaking joke. Okay so I am thinking this is shift pay and tip. Still a great take for 11 hours, well it was only 10 at that time. So extended another gracious thank you to the host and loaded up his car for him. I had been a bit pissy earlier though as I was very sweaty and it is SO humid out in the fields at night AND I had made only $1 at the bar so far. Moving on, since we were at a vineyard there was extra chilled wine which I was allowed to take. So I gots me another $53.00 in free booze also, BONUS!!! &lt;a href="http://www.wolffer.com/store/index.cfm?fuseaction=product.display&amp;Product_ID=13"&gt;Sweet sparkling wine&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.wolffer.com/store/index.cfm?fuseaction=product.display&amp;Product_ID=9"&gt;kinda not my cup o tea Chardonnay&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we finally got the heck outta there, Bob my bartending buddy says he thinks we are still getting shift pay and tip as usual. Now really, get the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt; out of town. Is he saying that we are getting $220 plus our usual $100+ tip in addition to our $400 booty???? I'll have to report on this later cus that would just be too sweet...AND it only took me an hour and half to get through that swampy Hamptons traffic! I'm too excited to sleep, if only I could make $720.00 every night, ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm going to Musikfest tomorrow cus I keep hearing from random people how groovy it is. I'd better find some interesting food on the way though. So there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-115484730678680067?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/115484730678680067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=115484730678680067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115484730678680067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115484730678680067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/08/to-victor-go-spoils-and-i-get-to-be.html' title='To the victor go the spoils and I get to be victor today!'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-115472438475062397</id><published>2006-08-04T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T16:51:15.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Fing Great!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mcalester.org/custom2.asp?pageid=2094"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is one super idea, although could be seen as evil also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.engrish.com"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is another amusing website to peruse when you are bored or kind of drunk a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-115472438475062397?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/115472438475062397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=115472438475062397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115472438475062397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115472438475062397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-fing-great.html' title='This is Fing Great!'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-115449148761136317</id><published>2006-08-02T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T00:10:29.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot how cheesy I am</title><content type='html'>I completely forgot to mention the food shops I visited in the city. Well, it's silly to run through the list now but I did take some pics of other cheese I enjoyed recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/124_2456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/124_2456.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a greek cheese, Manouri. I think that is the correct spelling but who gives a rats ass when it so tasty? Serious now, I don't know how to describe it but it seems like a firm chevre but tastes like a salty fresh mozzy. It's just good. I attempted to eat other than straight out of the wrapper but that never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also tried this Australian cheddar, mostly because it was only $2.00/lb. I usually don't try cheddars but there was a sample lady and I watched her cut a piece then put a pick in it so I figured communal food was ok this once. It was creamy and mild but not like our cheddar so I purchased a chunk. That was 2 weeks ago and there is still some left so I'm not a huge pig lately. Then again I haven't been home that much so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/124_2458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/124_2458.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive my crappy pics. Don't bother with Grace's Marketplace on the UES either, it doesn't come close to Fairway or Zabar's, it was more like a pricey Whole Foods. Which brings me to Union Square where I love the Whole Foods market AND the recently opened Trader Joe's has a separate wine store where I purchased 2 bottles of wine for less than $9!!! Now that's a deal! And no the wine doesn't suck, well the vino verde I got was good but that's always cheap. I got a malbec too but I don't have high hopes for that. I didn't see any two buck chuck which i was looking for to make fun of. Hmpf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-115449148761136317?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/115449148761136317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=115449148761136317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115449148761136317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115449148761136317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-forgot-how-cheesy-i-am.html' title='I forgot how cheesy I am'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-115449097018352183</id><published>2006-08-01T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T03:16:37.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hi again</title><content type='html'>So where has longislandlisa been tramping it up lately, well let's see....after the cake making I revisited the fiesta where it was being showcased and it was well, a scene. The cake was solicited by a 36 yr old woman whom I was close with more than a year ago. It was a surprise for her 24 yr old "boyfriend" who turned 25 that night. So needless to say the scene there was a bit youthful. Apparently the cake went over very well, although I have yet to be paid for it. After returning to the bar, Chatty and Huggies were feeling happy:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/124_2433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/124_2433.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we stayed there a bit then moved on and drunklisa made an appearance and later an obvious appearance that was made fun for some time afterward. Finally I got my wish and we went to the diner where I harassed the waiter because "I know I know you from somewhere!" Although he stated that he did know me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all kind of blurry but I think I went to the beach that weekend also. Last week, I was off from work and spent the entire week in class at NYU which was great because I got to eat at a new place each day! The pics mostly stink but KB met me at &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/124_2446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/124_2446.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cafespice.com"&gt;Cafe Spice&lt;/a&gt; and we had delish indian grub &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/124_2445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/124_2445.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I forgot my digi, oops. The class was Art Librarianship and it was great. Just great, got to see some really rockin stuff that I wouldn't have had the opportunity to otherwise. Enough about school. &lt;br /&gt;So LF's "29th" birthday (cha right!) was last friday and after sweating it up on the train I unhappily zipped over to Riverview, where else? for her fiesta. It actually wound up being a really good time which is a good thing since I had sworn that place off. I have only one pic of the birthday girl though :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/124_2448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/124_2448.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to remember to take more pics!&lt;br /&gt;Later on that weekend, DH and MV and I headed out to guido central and had a fuggin blast. Who'd a thunk it and on a sunday night to boot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/124_2459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/124_2459.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although driving home was a nightmare. That's 50 miles babe! Next time, we plan better. So that's it along with some unmentionable occurances.  In other news, I am now actively pursuing internship opportunities that have real career possibilities. It's a royal pain in the arse though because commuting to the city and working out here is not a joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ipod car connect broke!!! I so miss my tunes that sometimes I drive wearing my ipod, shhh, I think thats a no-no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-115449097018352183?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/115449097018352183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=115449097018352183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115449097018352183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115449097018352183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/08/hi-again.html' title='hi again'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-115346522240017858</id><published>2006-07-21T02:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T03:03:16.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This one takes the cake!</title><content type='html'>What is this?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/124_2423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/124_2423.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just completed yet another cake. Note the time: 2:49am. The temporary official name of my next business venture is "Luscious Lovelies by Lisa". Any other suggestions? This was a paid gig so I tried to make it super.  I used new flour and the smell in this house is so friggin awesome! The base is vanilla cake with a vanilla buttercream frosting and the appendages are covered in a chocolate buttercream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/124_2427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/124_2427.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet you didn't except that to be the final product, eh?&lt;br /&gt;I am damn tired now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-115346522240017858?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/115346522240017858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=115346522240017858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115346522240017858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115346522240017858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-one-takes-cake.html' title='This one takes the cake!'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-115346472902668717</id><published>2006-07-20T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T03:03:32.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cake op</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/124_2422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/124_2422.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I made another bday cake for co-worker. Looked and smelled amazing but I used some really old flour which had a strange gummy smell and the cake came out very dense like pound cake with that strange smell but it was fairly tasty. I also made a chocolate buttercream-like frosting for the first time and it came out fairly well. Whadda ya think? It appears that RD couldn't wait to get his lick on that sucka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/124_2421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/124_2421.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/14572653-115346472902668717?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/115346472902668717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=115346472902668717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115346472902668717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115346472902668717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/07/cake-op.html' title='cake op'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-115319937959858183</id><published>2006-07-17T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T03:05:21.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3563 w 4th st</title><content type='html'>The unforgettable address. Just chatted with Huggies and we laffed it up again. This guy was funny I tell ya, funny funny guy. My memory can be spotty but repetition is the way to go! I have to got to use his lines one day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also think his phone number is 867-5309   :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-115319937959858183?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/115319937959858183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=115319937959858183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115319937959858183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115319937959858183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/07/3563-w-4th-st.html' title='3563 w 4th st'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-115319920754525856</id><published>2006-07-15T23:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T01:06:47.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and the beat goes on</title><content type='html'>Last night the work crew went out to 'celebrate'(?) the departure of some employees. For some ungodly reason they picked the bar which has the attendance of every reject on the Island. I don't even know why I went but maybe it was because I knew I would get to hang out with this woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/124_2407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/124_2407.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who consistently makes fun of my clothing, and tonight stated that sometimes it looks like I am wearing a "costume", haroumph!!! although she did add that I look "normal" tonight. I don't take her too seriously though since I don't think she has bought clothing in the past ten years or so. Maybe it's also because she looks ten years older, take that!&lt;br /&gt;After spending the evening chatting with an airman, i think it means he is in the airforce, I met up with JW at what apparantly was a meeting for all of the guidos under 30 in the world. It was out of control and really fugging annoying, i mean really Fing gross. JW was very very tipsy and I feeling a bit of the effect also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/124_2409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/124_2409.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we left and I convinced her to come to the diner with me. I even said I would get fries (which I am on hiatus from eating since 7-4-06 until 1-4-06 when I will have my bday fest at McD's) but in her stupor she made a wrong turn and I headed home. All for the best I guess, the diner at 2am is usually not a good idea for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might be starting to get tired of partying though. Well until next week that is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-115319920754525856?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/115319920754525856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=115319920754525856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115319920754525856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115319920754525856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-beat-goes-on.html' title='and the beat goes on'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-115319833342255515</id><published>2006-07-10T23:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T00:55:35.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We bid you adieu dear Dallas</title><content type='html'>Today we went for food at Blue Mesa Grill which held no surprises except for some tasty tableside guac which was made by the waiter from Rhode Island or was it Maine??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/123_2395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/123_2395.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping inline with my psychic lottery dreams I bought a scratch off when we got gas and I won $4.00!! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/123_2399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/123_2399.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think it was because I used a quarter that had Texas on it which I got as change IN Texas!! So I had to buy another ticket and scratch it off in the same spot with the same quarter and I won again, $4.00!! This continued for four more tickets until I hit the motherload, $10.00 on one ticket!!! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/123_2400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/123_2400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a feeling I might be pushing my luck and the clerk was starting to get freaked out but I bought one more ticket and lost, ho hum :(&lt;br /&gt;I lost count but I think in the end I wound up being $15 richer off of a $1 investment, that's pretty damn good, even on the East coast! &lt;br /&gt;We made to the airport without rushing and Huggies was happy about that. I managed not to lose any earrings or bracelets but did lose my fave pair of sunglasses, shucks. BUT Huggies and I both said we had a blast and would do it again anytime. On the plane we started talking about our next last minute vacation ideas and giggled over our ridiculousness the past few days. &lt;br /&gt;To make things even more amusing, instead of my mother coming to pick us up at the airport, both parental units came and we sat in the back seat like teenagers coming home from the mall. Good times, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of our decadence in '06 Texas is documented in the albums link for your viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song for today: simple man - lynryd skynyrd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-115319833342255515?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/115319833342255515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=115319833342255515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115319833342255515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115319833342255515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/07/we-bid-you-adieu-dear-dallas.html' title='We bid you adieu dear Dallas'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-115319765540171832</id><published>2006-07-09T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T00:40:55.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Those aren't real, are they???</title><content type='html'>Our next day in Texass brought a not so good meal &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/123_2353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/123_2353.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/123_2354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/123_2354.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it started to rain so we headed out on the open road to see some historical evidence at &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/123_2355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/123_2355.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time we got there, the rain had stopped and it was fuggin super hot again and we got to take pics with dinosaurs &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/123_2359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/123_2359.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/123_2361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/123_2361.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and see evidence of dinos walking our earth which was super friggin cool.  We then went to &lt;a href="http://www.fossilrim.com/"&gt;Fossil Rim&lt;/a&gt; but I got a bit freaked out about the animals (which also happened at the bull riding show) and we had to leave but we did get a pic of a wild bison, which wasn't very thrilling but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we consulted our hotel staff who suggested we go to Addison for the evening and my guidebook recommended this groovy pub &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/123_2382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/123_2382.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which had the cutest bathrooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/123_2383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/123_2383.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to my well seasoned liver I managed to drink about 7 pints of brew and a red headed slut heh heh. The bar keepers Doug and Lenny were quite accomodating to us foreigners and as the evening wore on, the patrons became more accomodating as well. Except for some christian freak who was okay in the beginning until he started touting jesus and all that crap. Later on I witnessed this, um Huggies, what IS this all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/123_2385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/123_2385.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also had a mint jukebox which we didn't have to put money into, bonus! Following the hefeweiss extravaganza I insisted Huggies take me to &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/123_2386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/123_2386.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where they were out of cheese for my nachos which was disappointing.  Again I fell asleep in that squishy bed without washing my face, damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what the song is for the day, I am super drunk by now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-115319765540171832?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/115319765540171832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=115319765540171832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115319765540171832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115319765540171832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/07/those-arent-real-are-they.html' title='Those aren&apos;t real, are they???'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-115319629991869813</id><published>2006-07-08T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T00:22:47.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gimme my Taste of Dallas</title><content type='html'>After the two steppin last night, Huggies and I were a bit worn out so we took in a hearty breakfast at &lt;a href="http://www.cafebrazil.com/cafeinside.htm"&gt;Cafe Brazil&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/123_2303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/123_2303.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was damn tasty. We drove around town a bit and also visited the Dallas Farmers Market which had an amazing array of produce, the smell was fruity and yummy. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/123_2313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/123_2313.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we hit the Taste of Dallas and I was well, let down. I did get some shrimp ceviche for free though which was spiceeeeee and it was SO fuggin hot out ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/123_2319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/123_2319.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we still trooped all the way uptown and rode a trolley and did all the touristy things to do in Dallas which amounted to about three hours of sightseeing hmpf!  After the downtown area, we drove around a bit then headed to the pool at our hotel which had a lovely view of an interstate heh heh. Seriously though, the hotel was really nice for so cheap.  I had wanted to stay around but Huggies wanted authentic BBQ so we followed the guidebook and some texan advice and headed back to Ft. Worth and hit up &lt;a href="http://www.angelosbbq.com/"&gt;Angelo's&lt;/a&gt; which was another surreal experience for us New Yorkers. I for one have never eaten in a place like this where the food was served like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/123_2326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/123_2326.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but Huggies said it was the best pork she'd ever eaten. I even tried a bit but had a hard time getting it down. I just can't do the swine thing, sorry folks. My chicken was ok but this whole white bread thing with bbq, I don't get it. We hit some bars in the nice part of town including 8.0 but Huggies felt the draw of the Stockyards and we didn't feel we had gotten the full cowboy experience aside from Billy Bob's so we returned and the mayhem continued. There were lots of "stranglers" present (how did he get into those jeans???) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/123_2345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/123_2345.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we met a nice cowboy who tried very hard to show us his hot tub back at the ranch. This blonde young "lady"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/123_2348.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/123_2348.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;even said she would hang out with us "yankee bitches" and yes that's a quote.  I was more interested in what was going on in her ex-bf's pants there! Those are some big socks you got there cowboy! Another night of staying in town until closing time which is an early 2am and we headed back content with our fill of country. I even got to ride in the saddle, well kind of at least:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/123_2340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/123_2340.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and meet another real cowboy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/cowboy%20charlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/cowboy%20charlie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in case your dirty mind is wandering, no we didn't go back to the ranch and see what a texan hot tub looks like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song for today: Save a Horse - Big &amp; Rich&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-115319629991869813?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/115319629991869813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=115319629991869813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115319629991869813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115319629991869813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/07/gimme-my-taste-of-dallas.html' title='Gimme my Taste of Dallas'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-115319495458961995</id><published>2006-07-07T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:55:55.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where friends meet to eat</title><content type='html'>Today we woke up and headed out to taste the "best burger in America" at Kincaid's in Fort Worth  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/122_2268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/122_2268.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I would testify that this was THE best burger I have ever eaten and I don't even like beef! The old school atmosphere &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/122_2264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/122_2264.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only added to the charm of this joint.  Huggies and I agreed that we would fly half away across this country to eat this &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/122_2266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/122_2266.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again and the onion rings were fuggin good too!&lt;br /&gt;After the belly buster we headed to this sundance square area of town and what do you know, it was nearly happy hour so we had a drink at &lt;a href="http://reata.net/with_flash.html#"&gt;Reata&lt;/a&gt; which had a groovy modern country feel with much attention to detail. After walking around a bit and consulting my trusty guidebook (of course) I dragged Huggies for beer at the &lt;a href="http://www.beerknurd.com"&gt;Flying Saucer&lt;/a&gt; which unfortunately we don't have many pics of except of course for one of me with a Shiner Bock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/122_2278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/122_2278.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;While we were sippin on brew, some friendly texans made our acquaintance and drilled that address into our brains forever, 3563 west 4th street!!! Huggies digi was having a spaz attack and we are left only with this impression:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/bobnus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/bobnus.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are unable to send the said promised postcard.  We did have lots of fun though. Ahhh good times, good times.  After an extended happy hour or two we headed to (drumroll please) look for authentic cowboys and we had no idea what we were in for when we entered the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/123_2338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/123_2338.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the evening (after sneaking in for free) at the largest honky tonk in the world(??) probably. There were lots of men in wranglers, cowboy hats and boots. It was fuggin surreal but a shitload of fun. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/122_2298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/122_2298.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This young buck (ignore my stupid ass face here)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/122_2292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/122_2292.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got us into the preferred seating area to see Kevin Fowler &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/122_2291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/122_2291.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever the F that is.  Apparantly dancing the two step is a big deal here and Huggies and I were dragged onto the dancefloor more than once to attempt this silly dance. I could not handle this country life.  After the place closed (at 2am!!) we headed back to Dallas for a slumber in our feather topped beds. I didn't even get to wash my face, ho hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song for today: Play something country - Brooks and Dunn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-115319495458961995?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/115319495458961995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=115319495458961995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115319495458961995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115319495458961995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/07/where-friends-meet-to-eat.html' title='Where friends meet to eat'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-115319317506746794</id><published>2006-07-06T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:59:18.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Bushland</title><content type='html'>Last week Huggies and I decided to go see some of our lovely country. Today we departed on this little scary plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/TINY%20plane%20uhoh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/TINY%20plane%20uhoh.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and landed in Dallas, Texass for the &lt;a href="http://www.tasteofdallas.org"&gt;Taste of Dallas&lt;/a&gt; amongst other foodie things.  Due to my inability to make a decision, we missed out on  a free flight during our layover that US Air (that horrid airline) was offering if we stayed an extra 3 hours in Philly.  Ironically, our flight was delayed 2 hours so it really stuck in my craw! At night, we headed to Greenville Ave. which was disappointing and so were our &lt;a href="http://www.terillis.com"&gt;Italchos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/Italchos%20at%20Terelli%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/Italchos%20at%20Terelli%27s.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hot here and we are lovin it! Check out our massive beds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/123_2324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/123_2324.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got lost in them, so comfy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-115319317506746794?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/115319317506746794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=115319317506746794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115319317506746794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115319317506746794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/07/off-to-bushland.html' title='Off to Bushland'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-115319236998463638</id><published>2006-07-04T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:16:13.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence Day</title><content type='html'>Pouring rain but Huggies and I treaded out to DD's &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/122_2241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/122_2241.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;house and it was alot of fun. I made a lickered up watermelon salad which was so fugging tasty, esp in a glass of ice and more vodka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/122_2234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/122_2234.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was even some lovin going on, or was there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/122_2253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/122_2253.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatty and I were getting on fairly well too:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/122_2251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/122_2251.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a nice day and Huggies got to drive me home heh heh. The fireworks were nice too but I just don't get what the big deal is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-115319236998463638?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/115319236998463638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=115319236998463638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115319236998463638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115319236998463638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/07/independence-day.html' title='Independence Day'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-115196307048095128</id><published>2006-07-03T17:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T17:51:36.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasting taxpayers dollars again today</title><content type='html'>Took this quiz today while I was "working". cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #BACABC" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" width="270"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="color: black; background: #eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Freudian Inventory Results&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anal&lt;/b&gt;(63%) you appear to be overly self controlled, organized, and possibly subservient to authority, this effectively narrows your exposure to a wider set of options and ideas lowering the odds that you will make the best decisions in life.&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Phallic&lt;/b&gt; (56%) you appear to have a good balance of sexual awareness and sexual composure.&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Genital&lt;/b&gt; (56%) you appear to be somewhere between a progressive/openminded and regressive/closeminded outlook on life.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Oral&lt;/b&gt; (40%) you appear to have a good balance of independence and interdependence knowing when to accept help and when to do things on your own.&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Latency&lt;/b&gt; (36%) you appear to be overly practical; don't undervalue abstract learning, abstract learning increases your ability to make good decisions (and predictions) in the real world so it would be 'impractical' to shun it.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/freud.html"&gt;Take Free Freudian Inventory Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I might be in a bit of trouble!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-115196307048095128?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/115196307048095128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=115196307048095128' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115196307048095128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115196307048095128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/07/wasting-taxpayers-dollars-again-today.html' title='Wasting taxpayers dollars again today'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-115176489719614118</id><published>2006-07-01T10:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T10:46:38.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My mantra</title><content type='html'>My email today revealed this little lovely:&lt;br /&gt;Capricorn(Dec. 22-Jan. 19)&lt;br /&gt;Learn to give yourself up to the universal flow. If it's really meant to be, none of your efforts can screw this up. On the other hand, if it's not meant to happen, nothing you can do can make it occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't be more true. The coveted food and travel internship was offered to another. I am disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/121_2199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/121_2199.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to spend time on a swell boat unfortunately it belonged to this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/121_2200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/121_2200.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the photo doesn't even come close to capturing the real him or his nasty toenails. ICK!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the upside, summer weather is here!!!! rock on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-115176489719614118?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/115176489719614118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=115176489719614118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115176489719614118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115176489719614118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-mantra.html' title='My mantra'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-115176570104609453</id><published>2006-06-29T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T10:58:57.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>35 years is a long ass time</title><content type='html'>My boss retired today after more than 35 years with the department. Wow, that is just way too long to be unhappy. He seemed happy tonight though:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/121_2172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/121_2172.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This biatch&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/121_2191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/121_2191.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really got to me by the end of the evening. She is such a gossip ho. AND she lives in a fuggin glass house!&lt;br /&gt;Earlier some of the worker bees were having fun though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/121_2166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/121_2166.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/14572653-115176570104609453?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/115176570104609453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=115176570104609453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115176570104609453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115176570104609453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/06/35-years-is-long-ass-time.html' title='35 years is a long ass time'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-115155970141025212</id><published>2006-06-28T01:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T10:59:58.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop raining already!</title><content type='html'>I got my mop chopped this past weekend and let me say, &lt;a href="http://www.arrojostudio.com/studio/team/seniorteam.htm"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt; knows how to cut hair! She appears to trim each individual hair. She even remembered me from February, I was impressed! Here is what it looked like right after:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/hair%20by%20amanda%20jenkins%20at%20arrojo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/hair%20by%20amanda%20jenkins%20at%20arrojo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive the pic, i was in the bathroom and not so good at taking pics of myself. It looked groovier in person, you'll just have to trust me. BUT, after came the rain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/121_2153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/121_2153.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only had to walk 2 blocks but I had wavy hair at that point, hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow my boss is retiring. I cannot imagine spending over 30 years at this job. My gosh, that's a frightening thought. I had to cough up $40.00 to go to the 'retirement fiesta'. Jeez. This weekend is supposed to be a washout also and I have to work. Well, maybe something exciting is on the horizon, oh like my trip next week, yahoo!!! Fun in the sun finally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-115155970141025212?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/115155970141025212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=115155970141025212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115155970141025212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115155970141025212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/06/stop-raining-already.html' title='Stop raining already!'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-115094760694750757</id><published>2006-06-21T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T23:48:41.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not just a long day, THE longest day...of the year</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of summer, thank whoever AND it was a sunny pretty day too. I went to work at 1am this morning until 1pm so I have been awake the whole time, got to see the sunrise (although it was from behind juvenile detention bars) and the sunset. When we were kids the days seemed oh so long and now they only seem a bit longer. How sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars must be aligned bc there has been much path crossing lately. A whole lot more of us from work were out on friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/120_2078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/120_2078.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and DD showed up. Well I took the high road and went to speak to her and we somewhat cleared the air I guess or whatever, wasn't a big deal then and isn't a big deal now. Got to chatting with MYC and met his wife who as it turns out I went to high school with, weird!! Then ran into the eX. Later I ran into someone else I knew and called him the wrong name completely by accident bc I know him for years and he bootied a friend of mine so I was just being an ass. We then ran into JB and some cops who happened to be the Nth persons that night to grill me as to why I do not have a husband or worse, the dreaded 'boyfriend'. Argh! I have finally managed to answer this question with a sentence or two. Most men bore me and most of them are stupid. If they aren't stupid then they aren't funny. Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I woke up with no voice. I mean literally no sound came out when I spoke. It was horrible. Father's Day was not much better but we went to &lt;a href="http://www.countryhouserestaurant.com"&gt;The Country House&lt;/a&gt; and the boys ordered $12 salads which literally looked like $6 salad at best, I couldn't believe the prices at this place but, really, but, the meal was damn tasty. Here's the salad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/121_2114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/121_2114.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and my immense stack o tuna:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/121_2118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/121_2118.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the gift of being my Father (hee hee) and Mother's birthday I catered them a dinner which they appeared to appreciate until Father tells me that he is going away for business upstate and won't be around to eat it. SOOO, Mother jewishly guilts me into coming back over the next night to eat with her. I am so tired. The lamb chops came out awesome, the crab cakes super but the sauce icky. The rest of the dishes were tasty also but I didn't take pics cus I forgot my digi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired. I called the Dr. to help with the insomnia and they recommended melatonin, so we are working on that this week. As of now I have been awake for 39 hours and just now starting to feel a bit sleepy. I am completely ill and have a cough that sounds like a lung is about to be projected out of my mouth. I am actually medicating myself with real medicine it's that bad. It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for today: You have killed me - Morrissey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-115094760694750757?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/115094760694750757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=115094760694750757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115094760694750757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115094760694750757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/06/not-just-long-day-longest-dayof-year.html' title='Not just a long day, THE longest day...of the year'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-115026592555848175</id><published>2006-06-14T02:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T02:18:45.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it?</title><content type='html'>What is it about Ray LaMontagne that just makes me ..... i don't know what but it does that. I must hear this in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another song, "Crazy" stirs up emotion but I have no clue why or what the emos are. weird. sometimes i feel like i'll weep other times it makes me rollerblade faster other times i just sigh and go hmpfh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obvious song for today: Crazy - Gnarls Barkley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-115026592555848175?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/115026592555848175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=115026592555848175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115026592555848175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115026592555848175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-is-it.html' title='What is it?'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-115017348066713637</id><published>2006-06-12T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T02:29:56.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bettye Lavette rocks socks</title><content type='html'>Went into the city yesterday and was planning on going spice shopping so I got off midtown only to find myself smack in the middle of the Puerto Rican Day parade. jeez it was chaos, total chaos. I never made it to the spice shop and just walked thirty+ blocks to the Big Apple BBQ where I got a free Brooklyn beer (savings $4) and waited for Bettye Lavette to start singing.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/bettyelavette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/200/bettyelavette.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is amazing. I cannot wait to see her again, I must look into this.&lt;br /&gt;KB actually showed and didn't stand me up for the third time! It was fun to catch up with her since we haven't seen each other since college, oh and DP's wedding six years ago. Then we paid for a beer and later got another for free (savings $8!). The BBQ was all gone and KB seemed disappointed and I found out that she is a total foodie and even makes her own ice cream, wow.&lt;br /&gt;So we got tasty Regional Thai Taste in Chelsea. She ordered a mango caress and I a mojito, which totally sucked (loss of savings at $9 ea,hmpf) but they were very pretty:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/mangocaressmojito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;"src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/200/mangocaressmojito.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered the dinner box which I insisted on calling the box multiple times, since after the beer it seemed very amusing (dork!), the soup was awesome &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/soup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/200/soup.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so was the box &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/dinnerBOX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/200/dinnerBOX.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh heh :)&lt;br /&gt;Feeling nostalgic I stopped off on the way home to visit RH at work since I hadn't seen her in nearly a year. Then we went for more drinks of course. Good times. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for today: Play something country - Brooks and Dunn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-115017348066713637?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/115017348066713637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=115017348066713637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115017348066713637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115017348066713637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/06/bettye-lavette-rocks-socks.html' title='Bettye Lavette rocks socks'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-115017253330436875</id><published>2006-06-10T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T01:05:18.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a sight</title><content type='html'>Such a bright moon tonight it made the sky a lovely blue.  The photo doesn't capture it  though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/beautmoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/200/beautmoon.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song for today:  Delicate (damien rice cover) - Celso Fonseca&lt;br /&gt;love this version&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-115017253330436875?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/115017253330436875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=115017253330436875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115017253330436875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115017253330436875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-sight.html' title='What a sight'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-115017189398787248</id><published>2006-06-10T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T01:09:46.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The drunk octopus</title><content type='html'>Last night we went to a summer place and it was just okay. I had decided to see what straight hair would look like:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/120_2037.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/200/120_2037.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which I was modestly happy with and surprised how long it was, until we left and it started to pour like a you know what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/downpour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/downpour.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I had a frizzed out curly thing going on after that. &lt;br /&gt;Next, I headed out to the birthday bash and to witness the cake extravaganza &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/119_1983.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/119_1983.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/thecake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/thecake.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all got a bit out of hand as the evening progressed and after multiple jell-o shots someone turned into a sea creature and I HAD to get the hell out of there. Unfortunately some people don't listen and I nearly ran him over with my car. I am debating whether or not to mention this incident to the ex-girlfriend who I really like being friends with. Maybe some things are better left unsaid. Hmpf. Men are complete idiots. &lt;br /&gt;Well, except for my new crush:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/dreamykerrysimon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/dreamykerrysimon.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-115017189398787248?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/115017189398787248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=115017189398787248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115017189398787248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/115017189398787248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/06/drunk-octopus.html' title='The drunk octopus'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-114974279850584289</id><published>2006-06-08T00:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T02:29:33.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is that darn romance?</title><content type='html'>What is the point of living without romance or any of the other pleasures of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the scariest &lt;a href="http://www.ready.gov/america/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; I have been to in a while. Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I made a birthday cake for a co-worker who it seems might not be getting a homemade cake on his 40th. It's a checkerboard cake, shhh, but I am not the finisher. I made it for my office mate (his ex) who doesn't have the time to make one by friday for her EX bf. I insist that she has to icer and frost or decorate it. Although I have to admit, it's a bit unfulfilling to make a 3 layer cake and not be able to finish it and see the result. well life goes on. Gosh, watching her backslide helps me out too.  Last night, TA came over and we drank a bottle&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/119_1975.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/119_1975.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which I recognized from the first sip as the wine I got polluted on that last night of class in nyc then fell asleep on the subway, anyway...she is such a strange bird. I mean really strange way of thinking of relationships and men in general.  Somehow she has equated doing things for someone as a way of making them fall in love with her and stay there. HUH? How the hell did I wind up like me and she wind up like her, who the hell knows, but phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life does not happen sitting home in my apt waiting for someone else to ask me to make plans. If only my friends were a bit more ambitious. I don't always want to be the cruise director!&lt;br /&gt;I just reserved a weekend as a cowgirl! F the cowboys, they're probably all married or better, gay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for today, brings me back to being a youngster: &lt;br /&gt;Baby you're the best - Carly Simon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-114974279850584289?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114974279850584289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=114974279850584289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114974279850584289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114974279850584289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/06/where-is-that-darn-romance.html' title='Where is that darn romance?'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-114956567224083266</id><published>2006-06-05T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T23:47:52.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubberbands in life</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe that was a year ago already....does the saga continue? We shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-114956567224083266?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114956567224083266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=114956567224083266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114956567224083266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114956567224083266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/06/rubberbands-in-life.html' title='Rubberbands in life'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-114948093446312178</id><published>2006-06-05T00:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T00:18:50.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so cheesy at night</title><content type='html'>Did I mention just how amazing that smokey blue cheese was? It is simply amazing. Here is a link I found about it: &lt;a href="http://www.roguecreamery.com/product.asp?specific=jnoonre0"&gt;Smokey love&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share my feta experience and how surprisingly nice this "Light" French feta was that I opened the other day.  It is light in calories and fat and just a bit light in flavor but very moist and crumbly. It is better on its own rather than in salad or with veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oregon, France and now Italy. I also picked up Taleggio at Fairway and I just love this mild cheese, it's perfect for me on whole wheat crackers. It would probably be very good melted on anything also but it never seems to make it here long enough for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am piggie, hear me oink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-114948093446312178?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114948093446312178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=114948093446312178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114948093446312178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114948093446312178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-so-cheesy-at-night.html' title='I&apos;m so cheesy at night'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-114946129903718833</id><published>2006-06-04T18:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T02:08:53.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It is fair to say that I love Fairway!</title><content type='html'>I completely love Fairway. You may wonder is it possible to love a food store? Well, yes, indeed it is.  Fairway is always there for me and is just far enough out of reach that I still feel independent.  Fairway does not irritate me and I do not irritate Fairway, unless you count the cheese monger who seemed bothered by me yesterday but usually is very pleasant.  Fairway always has what I need and is fresh! Okay that was lame but point was made.  I enjoy spending an hour wandering the store with a majority of time spent in produce and cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less than 24 hrs I have gorged on a blue gouda which is super, a smokey blue (), which is even more super, some pot cheese which reminds me of being a jew even if its not a jew food.  I also splurged on some spice power-fu tofu salad which I successfully replicated today after an hour of playing around with flavors. I am very excited about this, not only because there is not much other excitement in my life but because now I don't have to spend $6.50/lb for power-fu AND I make a whole bunch at once instead of their cheesey little containers. YUM-O!!! Gosh that is so Rachael Ray and she is so ICK-O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also working on a recipe for a $50,000 burger that I will be submitting in August but cannot reveal any details for obvious reasons. Don't be a hater!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was less married drama this weekend, phew.  Friday involved some loser, who  made out with 2 of my friends (in one night mind you) a couple of months ago, and he insisted that there was:&lt;br /&gt;    'something between us. are you telling me  you don't feel it?'&lt;br /&gt;me: 'well, i don't mean to be offensive or rude here, but no.'&lt;br /&gt;him: 'i don't believe you.'&lt;br /&gt;me: 'i'm sure that's what they said to Columbus, but the world is not flat.'&lt;br /&gt;him: 'huh?'&lt;br /&gt;me: 'see? nothing there. i'm going to the ladies room.'&lt;br /&gt;He approaches yet again later on,&lt;br /&gt;me: 'so you are married aren't you?'&lt;br /&gt;him: 'no'&lt;br /&gt;me: 'that's odd, if i remember right, you were married two months ago.'&lt;br /&gt;him: 'oh, well..um...yeah, i am married. butbutbutbutbutbtubtubt.........'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and He was super annoying on top of it all too. what do you know, here's a photo of said loser:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/taras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/taras.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then "drunk lisa" appeared and made too many comments about DH's married "boyfriend" and he seemed to be upset but it's all true. Although I admitted it's not my place to comment. My apologies for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days without sugar: 4. I miss cake mix with water :(&lt;br /&gt;and I miss Moose a lot today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song today: With or without you - U2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-114946129903718833?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114946129903718833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=114946129903718833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114946129903718833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114946129903718833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/06/it-is-fair-to-say-that-i-love-fairway.html' title='It is fair to say that I love Fairway!'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-114944207602970670</id><published>2006-06-02T23:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T13:27:56.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of wisdom overheard...</title><content type='html'>It's best to have the memory of an experience than the wonderings of an opportunity gone by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-114944207602970670?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114944207602970670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=114944207602970670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114944207602970670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114944207602970670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/06/bit-of-wisdom-overheard.html' title='A bit of wisdom overheard...'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-114896210621069175</id><published>2006-05-29T23:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T23:51:14.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Goblins everywhere</title><content type='html'>Went to the deck last night and I brought JW a birthday cake because nobody should be without a homemade cake on their Bday. I am a wannabee domestic goddess: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/119_1931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/119_1931.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So entering the bar with this got me out of paying the outrageous $10 cover, which was for what??? The night progresses and it's a fairly lame crowd. I have never had a good time at this dump. JW drags us out on the "dance" floor and we happen upon this mulletted freak who danced like noone was watching, in fact he made Taylor Hicks look graceful.  He had a fancy move of grinding his toilet area into the ground, it was quite pitiful to say the least, a pic would do him no justice but this is all I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/119_1945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/119_1945.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friends approach us and one is particularly chatty with me. After he is clearly drunk and hanging on me I ask where his wife is, he states he is not married. Do you see where this is going? LONG story short...they are there for a friend's bachelor party. He is now "white shirt". He insists he is not married and wants to know me. I am super suspicious because I have one of my "feelings" that he is wedded.  After what seems like hours of this, I go to the loo.  When I return he has told Chatty that he digs  me mucho and cannot understand why I do not believe him.  Chatty tells him I am a witch and I just know things.  He is now really happy and shows me his tattoo of a warlock on his back. I am not impressed.  At this point I tell him that he should just be straight with us about being married.  He INSISTS that he is not. I stare at him for a second and determine that my intuition is to be trusted over a stranger so I tell him off and state that he should have been honest hours ago, the night would have progressed the same (meaning we all would have danced and chatted together anyway) but now that he has lied the entire time I am put off by his dishonesty and insulted by his lying.  I walk off.&lt;br /&gt;A few min later I find JW chatting it up with some dirtbags and tell her about the mouth off and now I am tired of the evening. She is still partying it up but her cake was ruined and she is not happy because she wanted to take it home, tubby nut. Awww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/119_1932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/119_1932.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White shirt reapproaches me and now tells me that there is something wrong with me and I have trust issues among others and I should seek some professional help.  He goes on to say that he was really "feeling" me and wanted to know me but is now tired of my crap and why didn't I just believe him hours earlier about not being married.  He goes on and on and I actually feel bad and start to believe him, although I am still unsure. Chatty and JW say that they believe him and I should let my guard down. I don't but I do take a shot and a drink from them.  We all dance on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/119_1942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/119_1942.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so now it is very late and JW leaves. At some point walking across the lot with the bachelor party, white shirt tells me he is married. I F-ing was right!!!  I am not pissed off becuase I was truly never interested but I am irritated with the lie. I tell him off of course and give them a ride because I feel bad for him and them. The cab drove off with another fare and they were bsing with me so....it was on my way anyway.  As white shirt gets out of my car I glance at his hand and now there is a wedding band where there was none before. He states it was there the whole night (it was not) and now he wants to F me. I tell him to F himself too. Then he says it was all a test and he is happy I passed. Tells me my witchy sense was correct.&lt;br /&gt;Again, what the FUCK is going on with me and the married guys this weekend, insane. Utterly stupid.&lt;br /&gt;We went out east for a bit this evening and it was relaxing and no married guys bothered us. I am not drinking for the next month. I am tired and feel very fat and out of shape. Back to the grill again. Happy memorial day!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-114896210621069175?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114896210621069175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=114896210621069175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114896210621069175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114896210621069175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/05/green-goblins-everywhere.html' title='Green Goblins everywhere'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-114877291210101828</id><published>2006-05-27T19:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T19:35:12.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Je n'ai plus faim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/119_1915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/119_1915.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and JW for yet another birthday fiasco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just uploaded a bunch of photos to the album and I am spent.  I have found a new way to laugh at people: I go out, don't drink alcohol and see others act silly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I did have some drink though. Chatty and I went out to meet some girls we hang out with once in a while, and we went to a very cheesy place.  JW stated that she could not believe "YOU of all people would go to that place!".  Well I did.  I met an older gentleman who had a custom chopper and some other toys.  In addition, my mother would recoil in horror at the look of him and his tattooed body.  Of course he is enamored with me in minutes and I agree to go to a strip club with he and his friends. Chatty comes of course. As we start to embark on the journey he grazes his lips across mine. I am surprised. Now I had asked if he was married, he said no. (foreshadowing there).  We arrive at Gossip, shhhh, oooohhh. He is not there, I am not paying $10 to look at boobs so we turn to leave and he enters, states that he was waiting for me. Hmmmm... interesting but not likely. At this point, I am just into it for the adventure of the evening, Chatty agrees to stay. He pays for me to enter. He attempts to purchase drink for me. I refuse. I am suspicious. He ignores me. Chatty and I sit for a bit. I give her my phone to use. I don't remember the circumstance. Biker boy reenters the picture. He states he wants to know me. Gag gag. He buys us a shot and a drink. He kisses me full on without permission or warning. I ask his friend when he got married (as if i knew already), answer: 2 or 3 months ago!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;F-ing LIAR! Don't F up my karma like this mister! At first I pretend not to know, just to see what he is willing to do or say.  He senses he made a mistake and now starts to say he is not feeling well and I should leave. I should leave??? Hmpf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk away for a bit and I am curious to see who else is in a strip club at 10pm. It is not good and looks sad to me.  Biker reapproaches, I tell him I know he is married. He explains that is why he feels bad, claims he doesn't cheat. Comes up with some bs line about self control and how if it were a year ago he would be totally into me (??? we JUST met!) and blah blah but now he is married and cannot do this so he needs to walk away and not talk to me because he is having naughty thoughts. Jesus  freaking christ...do men really have NO self control, jeez. Even before the quickest lip interaction I didn't think anything of it except for talking in a bar. Loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story gets more married.  After Gossip we went to meet JW for yet another birthday bar night. It was fairly lame and I was whining about going to the diner so we left.   Then in the car, I decide its a bad idea to eat anything in the diner especially at midnight. Here is the more married part...and again WHY are men such IDIOTS????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30am cell is ringing very loud very loud. (Different) Married guy is calling to have serious discussion about last night. Huh?? What is he talking about? Apparently Chatty had made some repeated drunk calls to a married persons number from my cell. Well, we work together and I have seen these boys and I stress boys in action. Translation: I am one of the guys and have seen them cheating on their wives firsthand. Soooo....at least 5 more phone calls before 10am to do damage control.  As I stated in the first call. I will not lie for you. If you got caught, it's you holding the bag of poo. If we aren't allowed to be buddies then don't call me outside of work and do not ask me and my friends to hang out with you married losers. Jesus freaking christ how F-ing stupid are they?? Take a risk accept the consequences. In addition, I have never made the acquaintance of any of these boys so in my mind, it's a non issue. Maybe if they kept their dicks in their pants they wouldn't be so F-ing paranoid.  In any case, apparently one wife called my phone last night but Chatty had it so who knows what happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: MARRIED GUYS ARE IDIOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful weather today. Beach tomorrow, yipee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for today: Simple man - Lynyrd Skynyrd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-114877291210101828?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114877291210101828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=114877291210101828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114877291210101828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114877291210101828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/05/je-nai-plus-faim.html' title='Je n&apos;ai plus faim'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-114835562713914097</id><published>2006-05-22T23:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T23:40:27.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you for real?</title><content type='html'>I had a dream last night. It was very realistic. I woke up at noon but couldn't get out of bed until 2pm. I am debating whether or not to follow up on the dream.  If it pans out I will be shocked. No that is an understatement. I will be floored, completely floored.&lt;br /&gt;After finishing all of the chocolate covered oreos today, translation: 10!!!, I went for a short jog, 2mi. Then felt inspired and put the rollerblades back on and skated around for about 40 minutes and I didn't fall once. I will work at this a bit more then try the track again.  I gave in and bought some smokes tonight. I am disappointed in myself, again. :(&lt;br /&gt;I also starting cooking again and have come up with a great recipe for thai lettuce wraps using turkey, i'm going to submit it in a contest. pic to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for today: SOS - Rihanna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-114835562713914097?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114835562713914097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=114835562713914097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114835562713914097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114835562713914097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/05/are-you-for-real.html' title='Are you for real?'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-114827992488746828</id><published>2006-05-22T02:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T02:46:25.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mets 4, Yankees 3</title><content type='html'>Today was a well documented day: stayed in bed until noon then decided to go rollerblading. In theory: good idea, in practice: not so good idea. So I crashed and wound up with a big scrape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/118_1849.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/200/118_1849.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I dumped the skates and jogged for a while.  In the afternoon, we got on the train  and headed to the subway series, mets vs. yanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/118_1860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/118_1860.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/118_1863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/118_1863.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is that with a huh, umm, bud light??????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/118_1873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/118_1873.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good time but very cold. Its friggin the end of MAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me and JW were chilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/118_1882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/118_1882.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many people at the game it got me thinking.  Paths crossing must really be amazing because out of all of the people there tonight, I didn't see one person I knew and there had to be thousands of people all in one place. Do random chance meetings really mean coincidence? This is so frequently a topic it's becoming tiresome. Chatty is convinced I am a witch. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song for today: Rock n roll - Gary Glitter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-114827992488746828?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114827992488746828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=114827992488746828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114827992488746828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114827992488746828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/05/mets-4-yankees-3.html' title='Mets 4, Yankees 3'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-114819297984923040</id><published>2006-05-21T02:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T02:34:44.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Medicine</title><content type='html'>Tonight I dragged myself out to see TD cus it has been forever since I have seen her and she looks great! Lost all of the baby weight too!  To our surprise there was a Bon Jovi cover band, !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/118_1833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/118_1833.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put on a happy face for the camera, ok so it wasn't happy but still a face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/118_1835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/118_1835.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home and ate what apparantly is way too much chocolate because I feel incredibly ill right now. Maybe it will be ok because I only had one drink tonight so the extra food will fill in for any alcohol I might have consumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for today: The Unforgettable Fire - U2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-114819297984923040?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114819297984923040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=114819297984923040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114819297984923040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114819297984923040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/05/bad-medicine.html' title='Bad Medicine'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-114814690510826849</id><published>2006-05-20T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T15:49:39.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the stacks</title><content type='html'>got this in email today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urban Word of the Day&lt;br /&gt;www.urbandictionary.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 20, 2006: Take him to the stacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A term to imply that sexual relations would be desired between a patron &lt;br /&gt;and a library employee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That patron is so hot, I'd take him to the stacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had good time at shabbat dinner at schoolmate's house last night. The key lime squares went over well as did the chocolate dipped fruit I made but I forgot to take pics. oops. On way back was not feeling like going home so stopped to see JW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/118_1815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/118_1815.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am not having so much fun. Is everyone a guido here? Well, it is 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for today: Mission Impossible theme - U2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-114814690510826849?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114814690510826849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=114814690510826849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114814690510826849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114814690510826849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-stacks.html' title='In the stacks'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-114801477189560589</id><published>2006-05-18T23:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T15:49:54.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>roger dodger</title><content type='html'>Irony, coincidence, surprise, who knows what it is. Phone calls here and there, and no number to return call. I would like to talk but.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made some "key lime bars" with extra limes lying around after cinco de mayo, smells good in here but I don't like citrus dessert, ick. I'm tired. I have insomnia, this stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking about Moose the last couple of days, I remember we used to dance around when we listened to So Lonely by the Police, I have no idea why but it always reminds me of her. I was looking at photos of us and I am sad now. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-114801477189560589?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114801477189560589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=114801477189560589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114801477189560589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114801477189560589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/05/roger-dodger.html' title='roger dodger'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-114749446007011443</id><published>2006-05-12T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T17:31:16.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still tired</title><content type='html'>It's been rainy and misty for days and it doesn't look like its ending for another week. This makes for big hair. Ugh. this must be what its like to live in London.  Incidentally, I applied for internships in the british library system. Now we wait....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent this lovely friday evening doing lots of laundry, flipping my mattress and changing into springtime bedding. I absolutely love crisp cool sheets for the first night.  I also spent about an hour eating boxed cake mix mixed with water, mmm. Then I felt ill for another 2 hrs. I'm resting cus tomorrow starts the first day of summer weekend work. So I'm missing chatty's surprise party, hmpf. Mother has been home from work all week with some sort of back problem, therefore I have been receiving incessant emails with lame questions about anything and everything. I have also been ordered to go to their house and hook up her webcam, ugh.  Family dinner on mothers day as well, ugh ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly convinced that the universe has picked me for some kind of coincident.  This just KEEPS happening. I watched a show on tv, there was a funny man on it. At the end of the show, there was a note that it was dedicated to his memory. I look his name up on google.com, someone had left a comment about him. I check the link, it links to happening upon someone else. Coincident or happens for a reason. What the fuck is coincidence anyway.  Makes you wonder, or well, it makes ME wonder.  I am not going to do anything with the info but I know its there.  I'll sit on this for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to lie in my crisp sheets and attempt to rid myself of this ever present insomnia. I started training again. I am aching all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song for today: anything old from U2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo for today: Moose. I miss you lots babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/100_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/100_0004.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/14572653-114749446007011443?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114749446007011443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=114749446007011443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114749446007011443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114749446007011443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-still-tired.html' title='I&apos;m still tired'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-114714669747262549</id><published>2006-05-08T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T00:18:01.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh breathe</title><content type='html'>I just finished my last final for the semester and I am breathing a sigh of relief.  I worked 2 overtime 8hr. overnight shifts this week, hosted a small fiesta, finished all my schoolwork (on time!) and did not miss one hour of work.  I am not bragging, I am fucking shocked I managed it.  I thought for sure I'd have a meltdown and email my Profs that I couldn't get it done in time.  I did manage to eat an entire tray of chicken enchiladas though. So who knows how heavy I've gotten in the past week. Now I can start to live a normal life again, translation: go to work, miss my dog, cook fancy meals, gain back the weight I lost while I workout like a nut (triathlon in July ugh), catch up on my reading, and go to pubs and get silly with alcohol. I think I might start the last part after class tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Day is this weekend, isnt it? What ever to buy the woman....flowers are so lame, I got them concert tickets last year, so hmmmmm will ponder this but have to act quickly.  Of course I already have a card for her and all my girls who are moms. Jeez. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for today: who knows, my ipod hasnt been updated in ages, oh wait i know, that Chili Peppers song has been in my head for a while: Dani California (is that the name?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise these posts will get more interesting even if i have to make the stuff up. heh heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-114714669747262549?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114714669747262549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=114714669747262549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114714669747262549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114714669747262549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/05/ahh-breathe.html' title='Ahh breathe'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-114692989383094777</id><published>2006-05-06T11:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T11:46:28.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco de Mayo</title><content type='html'>So I hosted yet another fiesta, this time for cinco de mayo obviously. It was kind of fun probably because there was a pinata, sombreros and plenty of fake mustaches.  Huggies made awesome enchiladas and I am still eatin em.  My pineapple tequila didn't come out so great, it was actually kind of salty, I don't know why.  I neglected to take photos of the food, my apologies.  I uploaded the pics to the album, here's a preview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/118_1802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/118_1802.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Nice 'stashes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/117_1779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/117_1779.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Mexi Divas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-114692989383094777?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114692989383094777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=114692989383094777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114692989383094777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114692989383094777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/05/cinco-de-mayo.html' title='Cinco de Mayo'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-114654209749386489</id><published>2006-05-01T23:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T00:23:58.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May Day</title><content type='html'>Well let's see, last week I did not go to sleep on tuesday or thursday night.  Strangely enough, I only slept 7 hours between tuesday morning and saturday night.  I didn't take any time off work and I finished the website in just the nick of time with the help of Professor. A more serious problem I have developed is this insomnia and I just can't kick it now.  Saturday was a scary night.....I need to make some changes in my life here. After class, the lot of us went to the Dove and got drinks.  I started with a personal sized carafe of a spanish red, V. tasty. Although I should have paid attention because I hadn't been eating much last week and that day I had consumed a protein bar and a bottle of water.  Okay fast forward to carafe #2....decided I wanted to smoke, trodded to magazine stand, paid $7.00 for cancer sticks, ugh.  While smoking, a classmate was on her way out and stopped to chat with me. She asked if I was married or in a relationship. No. She said, "I can see that, you seem really tough.  I think dating you would be rough, the guy would have to be a real stand up man with principles." Ummm uhhhh huh?  I didn't feel like getting into a drunk conversation with her so I managed to change the topic and she was on her way.&lt;br /&gt;Back at the bar, Professor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/prof.%20thomas%20krichel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/prof.%20thomas%20krichel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is all over this one young student, it was quite disturbing but moving on....he then moves onto another student, not young.  She asks me for a smoke, we climb out the window and the cigs are lit and so are we...hahaha silly stupid pun there. She starts talking about her bf and I tell her that Prof already told me that they hooked up. She says she will be friends with him for life. &lt;br /&gt;Oh thats the interesting thing. The night went on,and he moved onto to all of us, really innnappropriate but anyway. One gal and I went to another bar and then we went our separate ways and I fell asleep on the subway and it was unnerving.&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, well not actually funny, but its...well whatever the word is, this woman says she will be friends with the Prof forever but she barely knows him. What she knows is what we all know and why would she want to be friends with such a jerk.  Hmmmm maybe she is just bored. She's a bit older than I and it is possible that she has a serious drinking problem as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I requested a coveted position at work today. I think I have a shot but in the end probably not.  There are 24 interested and only 6 spots, supposedly only 1 slated for a female, which now that I think about it, is a bit sexist and probably against fair hiring practice.  I will look  into this. 1 final paper due and 1 homework paper due tomorrow and of course I left my laptop at work, argh!  BIG final paper due next monday also. Oh and like the nut I am, I decided to have a Cinco de Mayo party. Complete with pinata, sombreros and mustaches.  I encourage the attendees to dress the part and bring appropriate drink/foods, of course in Mexican theme, although I will allow Latin themed dress as well.  You know the pics will be posted. Can't you wait?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-114654209749386489?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114654209749386489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=114654209749386489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114654209749386489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114654209749386489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-day.html' title='May Day'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-114614652428039167</id><published>2006-04-27T01:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T10:02:04.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yah yah</title><content type='html'>I have now been awake for 41 hours and don't feel all that tired. Strange I have not had any alcohol either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am attempting to build on my &lt;a href="http://wotan.liu.edu/~lisaraps"&gt;cheeeesy&lt;/a&gt; website and finish this for class on saturday, when we also have our last quiz.  I nearly finished the term paper for another class and almost done with the work for my third class. phew......maybe four classes and work was a bit much this semester.  I also missed kickboxing class last night, hmph!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-114614652428039167?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114614652428039167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=114614652428039167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114614652428039167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114614652428039167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/04/yah-yah.html' title='yah yah'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-114558837628042999</id><published>2006-04-20T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T21:07:02.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The High Road</title><content type='html'>Bettye Lavette:&lt;br /&gt;she's my new musical obsession.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;August in Pennsylvania at Musikfest. I'm there. Cannot wait. Much more on the agenda after May 9, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;registered for first triathlon today. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song for today: little sparrow - c'mon now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/117_1740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/117_1740.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at how much taller I am!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-114558837628042999?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114558837628042999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=114558837628042999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114558837628042999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114558837628042999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/04/high-road.html' title='The High Road'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-114515183536760024</id><published>2006-04-15T21:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T21:43:55.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A quote</title><content type='html'>"Whether we accomplish what we have in mind depends on fortune, but the pursuit is alone a matter of the heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-José Ortega Y Gasset&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-114515183536760024?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114515183536760024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=114515183536760024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114515183536760024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114515183536760024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/04/quote.html' title='A quote'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-114481123797297443</id><published>2006-04-11T23:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T03:21:56.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day</title><content type='html'>Still not a bit better today. Was off from work today. Slept late. Warm weather and spring shoes today.    Went to nyc galleries. Nan Goldin "sisters". Teary stuff. Pete's Tavern for a drink in the afternoon. Met old friend for buffalo burger at Heartland Brewery, not good. 2 bookstores. Actually, the third was barnes and noble, listened to Harvey Pekar and other guy about new book. Came home to quiet house, very sad still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song for today: Landslide - Stevie Nicks (maybe fleetwood mac)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-114481123797297443?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114481123797297443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=114481123797297443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114481123797297443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114481123797297443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/04/another-day.html' title='Another day'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-114472987765125174</id><published>2006-04-11T00:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T00:31:17.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>I must be in denial...I still haven't realized that she isn't coming home ever again. Yesterday's photo was the last time we were together, as morbid as it is, she was already gone.  I guess I needed to have it documented so I could see the truth. She didn't look like she was "just sleeping".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-114472987765125174?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114472987765125174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=114472987765125174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114472987765125174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114472987765125174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/04/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-114462471237399848</id><published>2006-04-09T19:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T21:18:05.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the worst day of my life to date.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/117_1748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/117_1748.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Every day for the past 11 years we had each other. I know how you sound, I know how you smell, I know how you feel. I want to hug you. I will always miss you. I will love you forever baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-114462471237399848?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114462471237399848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=114462471237399848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114462471237399848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114462471237399848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-is-worst-day-of-my-life-to-date.html' title='Today is the worst day of my life to date.'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-114454734853952639</id><published>2006-04-08T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T21:49:08.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is not a good day</title><content type='html'>Mickey is in ICU at the hospital. It does not look good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-114454734853952639?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114454734853952639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=114454734853952639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114454734853952639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114454734853952639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-is-not-good-day.html' title='Today is not a good day'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-114454692022701551</id><published>2006-04-04T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T21:48:05.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Key West 2006</title><content type='html'>'nuff said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/DSC04918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/DSC04918.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/14572653-114454692022701551?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114454692022701551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=114454692022701551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114454692022701551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114454692022701551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/04/key-west-2006.html' title='Key West 2006'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-114378409862865519</id><published>2006-03-31T00:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T00:48:18.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lil piggie</title><content type='html'>i am such a lard ass. mickey and i are at the parents house tonight because she is staying here while i am sunning my buns in key west. they have no food here that is worth talking about but somehow in the past two hours i managed to shove in at least three servings of pretzels and a whole bunch of chocolate graham crackers. i feel ill. so i went to walk moose before heading upstairs and i forgot to bring a bag so of course she pooped on someone's lawn who of course had their lights on. when i came in i noticed some water on the floor next to my neatly packed bag, oh wait it's freaking pee! that smart alec pooch pissed next to my bag which of course soaked the bottom and now i am washing my clothing at 12:45am. did i mention the train to the airport is at 5:25am? this dog can be so spiteful sometimes. i had everything planned so well. moose got a bath, i cleaned my whole apt, got cash, packed lightly and neatly, was all good then of course murphy's fucking law. guess its april fools for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no song today cus i am overtired, stuffed and "pissed" off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-114378409862865519?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114378409862865519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=114378409862865519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114378409862865519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114378409862865519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/03/lil-piggie.html' title='lil piggie'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-114347975732566002</id><published>2006-03-27T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T12:34:01.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Irrititting</title><content type='html'>This is what bothers me today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) When I close my eyes and they burn and sting a bit but I endure this because it also feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I am hungry but feel guilty about eating an entire bag of Pirate's Booty last night and drinking lots of iced tea. So I ate my lunch at 10am which was lettuce with salad dressing.  So what bothers me about this...why I feel guilty about overeating snack food.  It also bothers me that some people can overeat all the time and it doesn't phase them at all, even if they don't look so good in a swimsuit.  A man who sits in my office wears suspenders every day under his clothes, just to hold up his trousers under his protruding belly, it doesn't seem to bother him at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) When people expect things of me but I don't know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I have been looking for Cheddarella for years, did they stop making this completely cheesy cheese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) When I am my normal guarded cautious self and maybe miss out on good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I lost my coupon organizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just a couple of days we will be in Key West and my intention is not to drink alcohol at all. I have been boozing it at least once a week for the past few weeks and I need a break. I will be proud of myself if I can pull this off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-114347975732566002?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114347975732566002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=114347975732566002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114347975732566002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114347975732566002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/03/irrititting.html' title='Irrititting'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-114300149482352134</id><published>2006-03-21T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T00:18:59.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All things cheesy am I</title><content type='html'>Not much to say today...if you'd like to check out the website I did for a class:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wotan.liu.edu/~lisaraps"&gt;Here's my site&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's pretty darn cheesy.  Speaking of which, new cheese this week: Monte Enebro Queso del Tietar. It was a new and different taste for me and at $19.96/lb. I don't need to buy it again nor would I recommend it unless you are a super cheesy nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 days to Key West!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's photo is of me and Huggies last week when we went to see Cyrano de Bergerac at the Met. Opera snobs, haroumph!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/opera.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/opera.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for today: While my guitar gently weeps - Beatles duh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-114300149482352134?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114300149482352134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=114300149482352134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114300149482352134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114300149482352134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/03/all-things-cheesy-am-i.html' title='All things cheesy am I'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-114235604853342932</id><published>2006-03-14T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T19:54:09.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For what its worth</title><content type='html'>I hope I have not been too disappointing. Am a bit too crazed with schoolwork and work etc. I think I am doing a fairly good job of managing the stress, but I did forget to do 2 assignments for one class and am totally clueless as to what is going on there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually sat in a theatre (!) and saw a super documentary about Eugene O'Neill the other night courtesy of a stranger, but then 'drunk me' made an appearance so I don't think i'll be doing that again anytime soon, hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key West in 2 1/2 weeks, I cannot wait to be in the sun and not think about anything for a couple of days. There's a 5K on the schedule too. I hope everyone gets along, women can be such nightmares!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for today: Oh yes I can - Roseanne Cash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-114235604853342932?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114235604853342932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=114235604853342932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114235604853342932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114235604853342932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/03/for-what-its-worth.html' title='For what its worth'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-114197711022350386</id><published>2006-03-10T02:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T11:53:49.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baltimore for an hour</title><content type='html'>Here we are at BWI with some Southwest nutter. It was the inaugural flight to Denver from Baltimore and the employess were celebrating. Made it amusing for us. At dinner, I  gave my name for a table, when it was our turn, he said, "Carrie, your table is ready". Huggies and I looked at each other with question marks. He said he remembered that I said Lisa, but didn't know why he wrote down Carrie. Now this is getting absurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/115_1568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/115_1568.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/115_1569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/115_1569.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/14572653-114197711022350386?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114197711022350386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=114197711022350386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114197711022350386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114197711022350386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/03/baltimore-for-hour.html' title='Baltimore for an hour'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-114116689578916241</id><published>2006-02-28T17:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T17:48:15.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am bored in class</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Scooter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/themuppetpersonalitytest/scooter.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brainy and knowledgable, you are the perfect sidekick.&lt;br /&gt;You're always willing to lend a helping hand.&lt;br /&gt;In any big event or party, you're the one who keeps things going.&lt;br /&gt;"15 seconds to showtime!"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/themuppetpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Muppet Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-114116689578916241?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114116689578916241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=114116689578916241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114116689578916241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114116689578916241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-am-bored-in-class.html' title='I am bored in class'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-114059772247979307</id><published>2006-02-22T03:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T03:45:32.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not even tired yet!</title><content type='html'>3:30am and I'm not even tired yet. What is going on here?&lt;br /&gt;I got a car wash today for free. That was nice. Moose and I walked a mile this morning.  She was happy about that. I sat at my desk all day and then some.  I did an hour of cardio tonight. I read two magazines. I made a new recipe: Kufta kebobs with hot-pepper yogurt, but I haven't tried it yet, will find out if it's tasty tomorrow. I took my vitamins at 11pm, maybe that is why I am awake. I ate peanut butter on a spoon, straight from the jar.  I worked on my website for class and studied for our next quiz, ugh. I forgot to donate blood today and missed out on the free tix to the Bronx Zoo :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! The girls and I booked our annual KEY WEST trip, 5 weeks to go!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot about this funniness I read today....a town in Turks &amp; Caicos called "Cockburn", I am not sure I would have named the town that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song for today: If you were here - Thompson Twins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-114059772247979307?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114059772247979307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=114059772247979307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114059772247979307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114059772247979307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-not-even-tired-yet.html' title='I&apos;m not even tired yet!'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-114038215417827858</id><published>2006-02-18T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T00:24:01.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I just HAD to post these ...things!</title><content type='html'>Friday evening AND I was the designated driver and chaperone of the evening!!!!! Imagine what this would look like if I were drinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/boobs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/boobs.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold; text-align:center;"&gt;Where did those come from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for now: Seventeen - Stevie Nicks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-114038215417827858?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114038215417827858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=114038215417827858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114038215417827858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114038215417827858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-just-had-to-post-these-things.html' title='I just HAD to post these ...things!'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-114010875991553488</id><published>2006-02-16T11:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T12:15:48.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Long Islanders REED THIS!!!!</title><content type='html'>Southwest Airlines is offering a fantastic deal for all of us who can fly out of Islip/MacArthur Airport.....fly one roundtrip by May 15, 2006 (book by March 15th) and get a credit for one free roundtrip ANYWHERE they fly!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO...this is my plan, get on a plane saturday, use my drink coupons on the flight, have some more drink in the Baltimore airport, get on a plane an hour later and come home, cost $68.00...THEN get a credit for a free roundtrip and use it to go to Seattle to cruise to ALASKA!!! Which by the way Holland America is offering a great deal for law enforcement with no single supplement!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the airfare deal use the link or go to www.southwest.com, If this inspires anyone, let me know, we can all go together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, cowboys are out for this weekend, I just have too much work. I am disappointed. I want to eat. I am hungry. I am still overwhelmed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST remembered that Valentine's Day was tuesday, so here's a pic for V day....&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/family%20guy%20nighttime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/family%20guy%20nighttime.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for now: Avalon - Roxy Music&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-114010875991553488?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114010875991553488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=114010875991553488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114010875991553488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/114010875991553488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/02/all-long-islanders-reed-this.html' title='All Long Islanders REED THIS!!!!'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-113976743448367281</id><published>2006-02-12T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T02:52:51.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/114_1496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/320/114_1496.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNOW DAY!!! &lt;br /&gt;Todays pic is moose sniffin her pee in the new snow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No school today thanks to the blizzard!!!!which is fine, I have so much work to do it's nutty.  This website project is driving me batty and teach is no help, he is such a german freak! I already failed miserably on the first quiz too. First class, he wears a unitard, next class he's got leather pants and vest on, what will be next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He puts this quote as part of a response to a student email: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As librarians say: This is a day to stay in bed with a good&lt;br /&gt;  book or with someone who recently read one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wacko! I think it's really funny though, heh heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's nearly 3pm and I have already eaten all of the interesting food in the house, hmpf! Went out and got the paper this AM, it seems like there is double the snow since. I am &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; happy I sold that house...oy vey imagine the shovelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for now: Live for that look - Dinosaur, Jr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-113976743448367281?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/113976743448367281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=113976743448367281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/113976743448367281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/113976743448367281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/02/only-dull-people-are-brilliant-at.html' title='&quot;Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast.&quot;'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-113963822909607587</id><published>2006-02-10T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T01:17:46.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this a lasting treasure or just a moment's pleasure?</title><content type='html'>Here's a rundown of this past week, forgot to eat a bunch of times. Ended the 2 week drying out phase and kicked it with an evening of 5 drinks, yah! Finally got a haircut, and I actually like it. Got a parking ticket for being 10 min over the meter, damn! $95.00, almost as much as the cut!&lt;br /&gt;Trekked to the LES after a ten hour day of work to ACE bar to drink with the birthday boy and mademoiselle...todays pics are from there last night, I put the rest in the album. Check out our hands full of cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/114_1467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/200/114_1467.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/114_1476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/200/114_1476.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started working on my website for class, a directory of cheese shops, "what's that stink?" :)&lt;br /&gt;My ipod crapped out AGAIN. F me. Managed to get a couple of workouts in for the tri...and to cap off this tiring week, the parents came over for coffee tonight and stayed for hours watching the Olympic opening ceremony. What a friday night! I cannot wait to sleep late, oh thats right, it's never going to happen! Work on a saturday and then another fun filled day of school. When is that snowstorm coming? I need a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for today: Weekend - Ladytron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-113963822909607587?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/113963822909607587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=113963822909607587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/113963822909607587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/113963822909607587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/02/is-this-lasting-treasure-or-just.html' title='Is this a lasting treasure or just a moment&apos;s pleasure?'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-113934376739688231</id><published>2006-02-07T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T15:22:47.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yee haw!</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago Hughies said she wanted to go find some cowboys, so here we go...We are planning on heading out West next weekend to rustle up some cowboys and eat some cow. All I want to do is ride a mechanical bull, wear chaps, and get a bit of a tan heh heh. Cannot wait to see what happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries, I am getting a new digi to record all the interesting moments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for today: Close to me - The Cure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-113934376739688231?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/113934376739688231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=113934376739688231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/113934376739688231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/113934376739688231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/02/yee-haw.html' title='Yee haw!'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-113928900430850325</id><published>2006-02-06T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T00:10:13.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's winter again</title><content type='html'>Today was day 1 of the training regimen for the NYC Triathlon. I am so out of shape. Actually was not all that tired today but am getting overwhelmed with school full time and work full time and trying to make time for play also :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a bit of a cheesy romance mood today, unknown why but I know this...You only get what you give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovin this new late night drink I concocted - decaf coffee, bits of real vanilla bean, soymilk creamer and splenda. It's totally sweet and tastes decadent but it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs for today are 80's cheese: In your eyes - Peter Gabriel &amp;&lt;br /&gt;Head over heels - Tears for Fears&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-113928900430850325?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/113928900430850325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=113928900430850325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/113928900430850325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/113928900430850325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-winter-again.html' title='It&apos;s winter again'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14572653.post-113920482403467057</id><published>2006-02-05T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T00:12:40.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so warm outside</title><content type='html'>Met up with mon ami from Paris and other old pals at the Maritime Hotel in the city last night then we went to a bar that smelled like taco bell, it was fun. Odd thing isn't it? old pal comes to town, rings up, we have drinks, good times. New friends are fun but it's not the same as old friends.  Especially one's you have lived with, heh heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My digi has been running low on batteries and I too have run out, ;)&lt;br /&gt;There are a few more pics in the 2006 album. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/114_1461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/200/114_1461.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a motley crue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school today, stopped at Fairway and got 2 cheeses: &lt;br /&gt;Cantal - french mild cheese, not bad, nothing special &amp;&lt;br /&gt;Tomme de savoie - also tasty and a bit special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moose is def not happy with me the past few days. Sorry babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for today: Forever Young - Rod Stewart (ugh i know but can't get it out of my head)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14572653-113920482403467057?l=longislandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/113920482403467057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14572653&amp;postID=113920482403467057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/113920482403467057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14572653/posts/default/113920482403467057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longislandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-so-warm-outside.html' title='It&apos;s so warm outside'/><author><name>Lisa Raps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852027267482558909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/817/1323/1600/d5dcre2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
