<?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-3089215</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:55:37.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Plead the 5th</title><subtitle type='html'>My thoughts. IM me: sKk8125 E-mail me: sm1998@msn.com
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>323</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-10438787</id><published>2002-03-06T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-06T00:28:20.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This will be short since I'm so tired. Today seemed like a Very long day at work for some reason...I guess b/c it was a not so fun day. My supervising atty. was not in the best of moods so I was glad to leave for the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home and slept for a few hours since I didn't get much sleep last night and then went out for a while. I still have to do some homework and of course get in my workout for today...not that I actually Feel like doing anything :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the feeling that a few people are not so happy w/ me right now but I really don't think I can help that at this point. Things have been picking up...I've been busy...mid-terms are next week...when I Am home I'm usually dead to the world so I don't know what else to say. I don't have time to sit online all day or a few hours at a time anymore to talk or even a few hours a night on the phone. Just not happening...my apologies but I have no control over some things right now :-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow will be my worst day of the week...home by 10 p.m. hopefully. Until then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-10438787?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/10438787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/10438787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10438787' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-10391950</id><published>2002-03-04T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-04T22:30:31.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had kind of a weird dream this morning right before I woke up. It took place in a bar...my favorite bar in the southside...the rugby team and dowd-k1 were there. That's not all...but it was kind of odd.  Yeah...if you are that curious about it, folks, you can IM me :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-10391950?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/10391950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/10391950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10391950' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-10354753</id><published>2002-03-04T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-04T00:27:37.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Keep meaning to post but it just hasn't happened much this week. I'm sure you are all disappointed, huh?&lt;br /&gt;I don't imagine I have much of a reader base so the two of you Wherever will live :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just been working for my co-op downtown...trying to keep up w/ the wild pace of the office. It's been pretty much sink or swim. Working in a law office isn't quite what I expected but I have to say I'm enjoying it. I don't enjoy still not knowing Exactly what I'm doing the majority of the time but I'm learning. Other than that I really like it. I'm also really liking the fact that I will be graduating in roughly two months :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from working downtown...I've just basically been going to class and counting down days until I finish the program. One area of law I've definitely ruled out as something I'd be interested in is estates &amp; trusts or probate. Blah. Mid-terms are coming up. More blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to go fill out a job app. tomorrow for a place in Monroeville where a friend of mine from class works.  Hopefully I will have luck w/ this and they will work around my schedule. Tomorrow is litigation class...then I'm going out w/ Jenna. I've been meaning to hang out w/ her for about two months now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start going out w/ some different people. Too much routine and nothingness going on in my life lately. Can't have that. Going to see if she's interested in going to a hockey game the end of March. (pens/flyers) Although I'm still looking for someone to go to the pens/rangers game w/ me this upcoming Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to that job atmosphere where I'll probably be going out w/ people from work...most likely people from the office I'm in now...who are all cool. Happy hour.. :-) More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-10354753?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/10354753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/10354753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10354753' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-10164952</id><published>2002-02-26T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-26T21:40:47.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where to start...hmm. Just when I was about to give up on Matt things started to go a little better that way. In a little better...I mean last night I finally got to talk to him online...and for a few hours at that. Was an interesting talk. Anyway...he knows I miss seeing him and hanging out...and he knows that I Know he's been busy...and that it's not the end of the world. That much I've made clear. Supposed to talk to him more tonight...and hopefully see him tomorrow night as planned :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is what I've begun to consider the first real day of my co-op...b/c it's almost as if I had been locked away for a while...and today got thrown into Everything. Did things I haven't had to do there yet...which is just about everything...legal advice over the phone...taking notes and getting back to people...never interviewed a new client before...had no notes or direction as to what to ask a new client...regarding anything but amid the craziness today Atty. Goltz informed me there was a new client in his office and to go interview him. Much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to take some notes I had...for guidance...got caught...was not allowed to take them in. He told me to wing it :-O so I did. Luckily all the new clients I had to interview today were really nice and understanding people who in fact had No idea that I had No inkling of what I was supposed to be doing. Only one actually worked out...the client retaining our services. That would be the one that came in an hour before I was due to leave and kept me late :-) P.O.A./guardanship. Hmm...oh well. It was an education w/o a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met some new people in the office and got my spot in the nuthouse today. I share an office w/ some guy named Mike...who seems to be around my age. Not much of an office but I have my own space and phone...the phone I could live without b/c the damn thing never stops ringing :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never really had an office job so I have nothing to compare this atmosphere to...but no one is ever in the same office...musical offices...musical phones...musical everything. I just walk down the hall checking every office until I eventfully find whoever it is I'm looking for. Definitely interesting. I'm behind in my hours which means this week isn't going to be pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-10164952?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/10164952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/10164952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#10164952' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-10104061</id><published>2002-02-25T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-25T10:55:35.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been kind of having a tough time w/ some things lately specifically Matt and specifically last night. Thanks to "Dear Vicki" for hearing me out and giving me some advice last night when I needed it. It was much appreciated :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-10104061?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/10104061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/10104061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#10104061' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-9986750</id><published>2002-02-21T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-21T22:01:07.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got hit by a soul man mood tonight in the mall w/ j-dawg. It's occurred to me that I have about 10 nicknames these days...all obviously for various reasons...w/ different stories...dating back to highschool. Most I would reveal to even my own mother although not All of them. I'm not racist against anyone or have any type of prejudice...just want to get that out there...b/c people can be funny these days...but about 4 out of these 10 nicknames or so...are african american names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This struck me last week I think but since then I've acquired yet another name...which falls into the above category. So I'm just wondering why that is...these ones also happen to be my most "popular" nicknames. Last week *spanky* was added...but's let's see the best ones have been shaq (shaquille o'neal) and sha-nay-nay (sp?). I got the urge to spring into my sha-nay-nay impersonation in the parking lot...since I was on a roll already and all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-9986750?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9986750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9986750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9986750' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-9971533</id><published>2002-02-21T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-21T14:32:40.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got some concert info. for the Hoobastank/311 show in April. Although I don't really want to go alone and I've no idea who to ask. This seems to always be the case and it Sucks. I'd ask Matt if I was almost positive I wouldn't get rejected...I had no idea that 311 would be touring w/ Hoobastank...and 311 happens to be his favorite band. Hmm. He'll be a busy boy today...working out...work...practice. No practice Friday but I still prob. won't be graced w/ his presence. Saturday is an away game...and well this sums up my week. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me...I need to do some work for my classes...big memorandum due Saturday a.m. for Adv. Legal Research. Tonight I have to participate...or Try to participate in a virtual chat for my online math course.  Friday I'm going to attempt to go in and put in some hours for my co-op. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to talk to my bro last night which was cool. I think we have esp...n. :-) It seems everytime I call him he is about to pick up the phone to call me and vice versa. Things are well in AZ. They've sold the Tucson branch of their business. As I guessed my brother doesn't miss his drug dealing friend who worked at the next cart over at that mall :-O Tucson is one big druggie city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to file my application for graduation. Thank God...one more step towards May. Am I done yet? Looking forward to graduating, working my ass off from mid-May and on...then moving the heck out of this one-horse boro. I'm thinking...the waterfront :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-9971533?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9971533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9971533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9971533' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-9930847</id><published>2002-02-20T14:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-21T14:16:35.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My arms and back are killing me from my workout last night :-(  Blah. Class tonight. More fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was such a bad day...although I did meet a guy who helped me improve my pool game. It was a bad day for many reasons...but mostly b/c this thing w/ Matt is driving me nuts. But what else can I do right now...some things I can justify waiting for...he is one of them. I've been waiting for almost 24 years, I guess a little while longer will not kill me :-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out who I can get to go w/ me to the Hoobastank concert. They'll be in Cleveland in April. Not that far of a drive from here so I'm up for it. Jenn has never heard of them so I'm not sure who I'd go w/...Matt would be my next choice...but well...who knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-9930847?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9930847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9930847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9930847' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-9910416</id><published>2002-02-19T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-19T23:49:02.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" I couldn't think of someone that I'd rather see I couldn't think of any place that I'd rather be I thought I knew you once before when you cast your spell on me Someone cut my past baby let it bleed...I thought I had it all figured out but confusion reigns supreme Someone cut my past baby let it bleed If memory serves me, memory's all I need...I'm the rain in springtime you're the autumn leaves We push our hearts to the top of the mountain then roll them down our sleeves I thought I had you back in my arms but it turned out to be a dream Someone cut my past baby let it bleed If memory serves me, memory's all I need If memory serves me, memory's all I need..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***If Memory Serves--The Clarks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-9910416?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9910416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9910416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9910416' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-9910232</id><published>2002-02-19T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-19T23:42:35.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can we say BAD day?!  I don't feel like going into Everything but the highlights...one burn...one bleeding knee...and one citation (speeding)  later...I'm ready for this wonderful day to be over and done w/. Actually I'm ready for the whole week to be over...b/c if it gets much &lt;i&gt;better&lt;/i&gt; I might not make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-9910232?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9910232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9910232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9910232' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-9888089</id><published>2002-02-19T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-19T11:22:18.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess I should update since Sunday, huh. Well...Sunday night I did get to see Matt...went over his house and watched some movies. I rented Traffic and The Score. Personally...I thought they both sucked :-O So much for letting me pick 'em. Didn't leave 'til 2:30 again...that was the first night I've ever been out driving where I wanted to pull over and just sleep...I was that tired. Instead I blasted music and drove too fast. Made it home in half the time :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for everything else going on...I don't have any comments right now. Maybe never. We'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;*Life is mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-9888089?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9888089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9888089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9888089' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-9822620</id><published>2002-02-17T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-17T15:39:49.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's see...Friday night Jenn and I went out to Parkway Tavern. There was a dj there so it was Packed. Unusual night. We got serenaded by some man who insisted on being called "Dr. Bill". Dr. Bill wanted us to go w/ him to Hamarville and was trying to get the digits too...but it wasn't happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was trying to talk her into the club scene b/c I was in the mood to go out dancing but we settled on Dave &amp; Buster's...which oddly enough is where Matt was last night w/ his friends too...although neither one of us had any idea that the other was there :-O  Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully tonight I'll make it to Moon alright and get to watch some movies w/ him :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-9822620?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9822620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9822620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9822620' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-9759981</id><published>2002-02-15T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-15T13:55:25.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well Matt and I didn't get our 1st pick for restaurants last night b/c there was a long wait...but I guess we should have figured that. Went to another place that was really good though and then to see Blackhawk Down. Another good movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had bought ice cream for afterward at my house...we are both B &amp; J freaks...but by 12:30 we didn't really feel like ice cream. He stayed at my house 'til about 3. Waited up for him to call...let me know he got home alright...we are dorks like that :-) It was a good night. I can't post everything here...you know how that goes...but I like spending time w/ this guy. Things have been going well. More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-9759981?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9759981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9759981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9759981' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-9709488</id><published>2002-02-14T00:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-14T00:14:57.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would have never guessed I'd have plans for V. day. Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-9709488?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9709488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9709488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9709488' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-9709392</id><published>2002-02-14T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-14T00:10:43.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tired. 4 hours of sleep last night. On the off chance that Matt comes over sometime soon I did some Major cleaning...some laundry too. Went to see my mom for a while before my class tonight. Good visit. I need to get over there more than I do. I feel bad about that :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Matt tonight for a while :-) We don't know Exactly what we are doing tomorrow...dinner...then something--some activity...then maybe back here. Better to come back here and hang out...talk..etc..than to sit in a car in some parking lot...that's what we usually do...sit in his car for 2 hours and talk b/c everything is closed and we don't want to go home. But I figure since he invited me to his house on Monday to watch movies then why not invite him back here. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-9709392?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9709392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9709392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9709392' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-9644949</id><published>2002-02-12T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-14T00:04:59.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got Very lost last night. Had to stop twice to get directions. Mapquest is not always the best source as I've discovered :-O I was a little late getting there. Figures on the way home the Ft. Pitt tunnels were under construction so I had to take a detour. 3 a.m...I am still tired. I need a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rented &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Knight's Tale&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. It was pretty good. I had a good time...yum :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-9644949?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9644949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9644949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9644949' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-9618047</id><published>2002-02-11T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-11T16:15:43.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didn't do much yesterday during the day. Last night I went out to dinner and then a movie w/ Matt.  I had a good time. Big surprise, huh? :-) We saw Mothman Prophecies. It was pretty good although not quite what I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another late one...2:00 a.m. Felt good to sleep in this a.m. We talked online last night when we got home...weren't supposed to do anything 'til Tuesday...but neither of us wanted to wait that long :-)  Anyway...tonight after class I'm going over to his house...movies and food. Sounds good to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's something else...never met anyone quite like him. Didn't think I would Ever meet anyone like him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-9618047?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9618047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9618047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9618047' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-9576085</id><published>2002-02-10T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-10T11:04:33.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The CLEP test started at 9:30 this morning not 9:00. My bad. Set my alarm for 6:30 so I could get a little workout in beforehand...next thing I know...I roll over, look at the clock, and it's 20 after 7. That's when I know I'm tired...when the alarm goes off, I get up, turn it off, go back to bed, and remember Nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 2nd exam seemed easier than the first...I guess since I knew what to expect this time around. Anyway...I passed...did better than passed...did Really well. So no more stress about failing and not graduating in May. Still tired...more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-9576085?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9576085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9576085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9576085' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-9558399</id><published>2002-02-09T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-09T17:59:09.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm in Matt withdrawal :-O I'm not going out tonight. Tired...still haven't caught up on my sleep. Thursday night I was out late...last night I was out late...had class this morning...CLEP test tomorrow morning. Not looking forward to the exam...2 fun-filled hours of English. I Am looking forward to my date w/ Matt tomorrow night though. Mmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-9558399?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9558399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9558399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9558399' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-9547384</id><published>2002-02-09T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-09T17:56:43.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Need to get up-to-date on here. Thursday night my date w/ Matt was great. I was running a Little late b/c Somebody who Won't remain nameless (SUE:-) gave me bad directions. I ended up in the Northside in a very shady area. Not so fun. Sue coached me thru it over the cell though. We had dinner...sat in the restaurant until about midnight just talking ...then went to a bar...stayed there until closing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had made plans to go out again Sunday night...dinner and a movie. Hadn't planned on seeing him 'til then...But he invited Jenn and I out last night to a place around DU. He and the rugby team go there after practice...so last night I think we met anyone and everyone on the team. We hung out w/ the guys :-) It was fun though. Another night spent 'til closing :-) Jenn approves...I'm glad. I thought she'd like him...he's hard Not to like. Tomorrow night kind of seems too Long to have to wait to see him again :-O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-9547384?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9547384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9547384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9547384' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-9480127</id><published>2002-02-07T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-07T11:16:29.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it that hard to understand the concept of not having sex w/ a person if you are not "with" them...? I didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out on a date w/ Matt tonight. We're going to some irish pub in the southside called Piper's. We'll see how it goes. What to wear...??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-9480127?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9480127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9480127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9480127' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-9451590</id><published>2002-02-06T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-06T16:36:59.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"So many roads. So many detours. So many choices. So many mistakes." Carrie --Sex &amp; The City&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-9451590?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9451590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9451590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9451590' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-9447266</id><published>2002-02-06T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-06T16:38:58.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not too much to post right now. Still alive and kicking. This feels like the Longest semester of my life. Same amount of credits...but feels like more. My classes seem to be more involved this semester. I didn't have one project last term...now I have them left and right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made the Dean's List for the fall semester. Completely forgot about that...prob. b/c I've never been on it before. Pretty cool since it's a first for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-9447266?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9447266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9447266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9447266' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-9410486</id><published>2002-02-05T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-05T15:36:22.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok...so I asked Steve out...or asked him about rescheduling our 1st date that never happened...and he thinks maybe Thursday will work. Hopefully this date will actually happen unlike our last one. The only problem is I had already made plans for Thursday night...w/ the rugby player, Matt. Maybe I could go out w/ Steve Friday or Saturday night...? Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Matt on the phone last night for almost 3 hours...and I thought we'd have Nothing to talk about:-) I was on the phone w/ him until about 2 a.m. No wonder I am more tired than usual :-O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-9410486?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9410486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9410486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9410486' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-9343655</id><published>2002-02-03T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-03T20:21:33.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Parkway Tavern last night w/ Jenn. It was pretty dead in there for a Sat. night. Uneventful for the most part. Slightly intoxicated. But the chair thing...that wasn't All me. A screw fell out of it and the seat tips sideways sometimes...depending on how you situate yourself :-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still so happy that I heard from Steve this week :-) I'm going to ask him out for this week. We'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Never trust a man who offers to suck your toes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-9343655?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9343655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9343655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9343655' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-9334815</id><published>2002-02-03T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-03T20:07:51.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Driving incognito in N. Bessamer...I roll up my windows :-) Jenn says..."Oh yeah...roll up the windows like they can't see through glass." It's the blind leading the blind sometimes when we are in the car :-O lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-9334815?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9334815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9334815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9334815' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-9320159</id><published>2002-02-02T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-03T14:10:22.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chairs are bad when you are slightly drunk :-) It's always the damn computer chairs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-9320159?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9320159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9320159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9320159' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-9250873</id><published>2002-01-31T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-31T19:40:04.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well...no word on my final in Estates &amp; Trust yet. I'm kind of worried. It was a tough exam. Hmm. One more week to wonder about that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I would be talking to Jenn right around this time...either online or on the phone but she is out w/ her b/f Rich...much awaited...after his 27 day leave. I dunno what the plan is for tomorrow night...maybe she'll be out w/ Rich again. I'm thinking I might never meet Jeff :-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard from someone today via aol im-er...someone I wasn't expecting to hear from. Almost fell off my chair when that window popped up...Steve, the fireman. He said he's been very busy since graduation (from the academy). He apologized right and left. I forgive him...this time :-) I thought I had done something to offend him...although for the life of me I couldn't figure out what that something could be. Anyway...we are still good to go :-) Might get to see him this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to work out...more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-9250873?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9250873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9250873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#9250873' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-9123668</id><published>2002-01-28T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-28T10:44:15.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't have a lot of time to blog right now only a few minutes. Tired...I think I have gotten a total of maybe 8 hours of sleep over the past 4 days. This weekend was lousy for a few reasons but I'm not going to go into much of that. Let's just call it another one of my "X-Files"...or  "S" Files :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Steeler game yesterday was kind of disappointing . Disappointing in that we lost and I was obviously hoping we'd make it to New Orleans...just like every other black and gold bleeding Pgh. native. It wasn't a complete disappointment b/c it Was a good game and we did make a come back which somewhat surprised me.(surprising b/c of the way they were playing yesterday) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24-17 is a more respectable score than 24-3 so I can't complain too much. (although at the end of the game I Did want to beat down Kordell) I don't know why some people biatch about Ward (well people around here don't  complain about him). If you can't take it...get your a** off the field :-) So there you have it...it went from what some called a potentially  PA  team Superbowl (Potentially...I would have bet against it though) to a 0 Pa team Superbowl. I'm cheering for the Rams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be an ugly week :-O I have to leave in a little while to go downtown to make up a final. It starts at 1...will probably take at least 2 hours...be home by 4 if I'm lucky...then I'm off to class from 4:30 to 10:00. Tomorrow I have an appt. w/ my advisor to get my graduation paperwork done...then I'll be going to put in some hours for my internship.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night I have a date w/ Matt, the rugby player. If all goes well Friday will be a blind date w/ Jeff...thanks to Jenn's matchmaking services. (she is 3 -0)  More later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-9123668?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9123668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9123668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#9123668' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-9064047</id><published>2002-01-26T06:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-26T07:04:37.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes...it is 6:45 and I am Up. Wonders never cease...a Saturday nonetheless. Actually I never went to bed last night. I got ready for bed...I layed in bed...I watched t.v. in bed...but that's where it ended. I don't know what my problem has been lately. I guess I have had lot on my mind and that has turned me into an insomniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's agenda...class, mall to return something, pick up job app., go visit mom &amp; step-dad, and study for E &amp; T. Big day, huh. Hoping to do Something not school/work related this evening. I'd like to see that Mothman movie sometime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-9064047?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9064047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9064047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#9064047' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-9055798</id><published>2002-01-25T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-25T22:12:17.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The thing about Philly sports fans is they are Very sore losers...they are notorious for that. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-9055798?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9055798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9055798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#9055798' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-9041211</id><published>2002-01-25T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-25T12:47:29.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't posted too much the last few days. I'm not sure who takes the time to read this anyway...it's not as if my life is all that interesting these days :-O I'll give you all the boring highlights since the last time I posted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night I had Estates &amp; Trusts class...we've started working on our project. (Nick, Tamika, Lisa, and I ) We've begun to invent our imaginary person that we will eventually kill off for the sake of the probate process.  Her name is Plexica Heinz Bettis. (none of My doing) We are not obsessed w/ the Steelers lately or anything :-) I have to get the bank accounts done this weekend. Exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed after to talk to Nicole for a while Wed. night.  I mentioned that I was looking for some kind of job p/t for now and she mentioned a place in Monroeville...where she works...apparently they are always hiring. Might try to get over there tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning I have class...I'm really not liking this Saturday a.m. stuff. Aside from that I just have work to do in almost every class. Should pay my mom and step-dad a visit too. Nothing fun So Far on the calendar for this weekend but I plan on doing something. What that something is...I have no idea Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-9041211?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9041211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/9041211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#9041211' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-8964926</id><published>2002-01-23T07:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-23T07:32:55.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know if Jenn ever reads this but she cracks me up. lol. I'm sorry, Jenn, but I can't stop thinking about last night at the mall. Somewhere there is an aardvark w/ a complex now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-8964926?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8964926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8964926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8964926' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-8958869</id><published>2002-01-23T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-23T01:03:22.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phone sex...now there's a topic. I don't Want to have phone sex w/ someone who's not into any other form of committment. I'm not a 900 #. Now you know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-8958869?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8958869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8958869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8958869' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-8957274</id><published>2002-01-22T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-22T23:54:57.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not a bad day overall. Sure I didn't know Exactly what I was doing 90% of the time but I will eventually get the hang of all this. I'm assuming I will anyway. My supervising attorney is pretty attractive...for an older man...and we all know that I seem to have a thing for older men these days. Wonder if it is just a phase...?! Hmm...who cares :-) I like working w/ him all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to catch up on my classes though...w/ all this going on w/ my internship I have been neglecting the books...which is bad. Won't need the job w/ this atty. after graduation if I don't do well in my classes. Tomorrow is Estates and Trusts class...blah...the best part about that class is Nick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I think we will be inventing some random person of our own choosing...giving them assets and worth...then killing them off so we can among other things probate the will...make an inventory...file the inheritance tax return...and eventually distribute the estate. Are You asleep yet? Just checking :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried posting a link on here last night...a cool site...well a chick site w/ some good quizzes. The one on there last night when I was on was *What Kind of Lover Are You?* But I took another one on there about goddesses which was cool too. (Just call me Aphrodite:-) Jenn was the one who gave me the link...for that goddess site...but for some reason my attempt to post it failed :-O I will try to do it later...I'm getting a little tired and I have work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-8957274?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8957274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8957274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8957274' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-8929420</id><published>2002-01-22T06:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-22T06:35:44.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day at the firm...wish me luck :-O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-8929420?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8929420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8929420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8929420' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-8922245</id><published>2002-01-21T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-21T23:33:26.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gin and tonic is my favorite drink...and i could go for one right about now...Bombay Sapphire :-)&lt;br /&gt;"I never drink anything stronger than Gin before breakfast."--W.C.Fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-8922245?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8922245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8922245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8922245' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-8905680</id><published>2002-01-21T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-21T14:19:42.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is good...well...some parts of it :-O Not All areas and never consistently...but occasionally lady luck doesn't completely screw me over.  I really didn't feel like getting out of bed this morning for my interview. I'm glad I did though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My interview went well. This atty. has 4 different offices throughout Pgh. and my interview was at the downtown office. I didn't think I would be meeting w/ Him...maybe just a secretary or something. Caught me off guard but he is Very nice...low key...and unlike Henry didn't make me break out into hives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was Much more comfortable w/ him and in his office than w/ Henry. I'll be working w/ him directly on cases...which I'm looking forward to. Also met one of the men on his private investigator team...10 men...cops and ex-cops. (He said if things go well then come May I can stay on w/ him at his office.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first day is tomorrow...Tuesday hours are longer than any other weekday. (9-6) Should be interesting :-)&lt;br /&gt;I finally have a placement...much relief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-8905680?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8905680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8905680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8905680' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-8879082</id><published>2002-01-20T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-20T23:22:56.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a game. Baltimore shouldn't have talked So much trash :-O Here we go Steelers, here we go...Ok ok...I'm done. Great game though. I think next week I'm going to go watch it in a bar downtown...maybe somewhere in station square...if I'm up to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview #2 is tomorrow. I'm hoping it's not too traumatic...I've had enough of those experiences lately. It's time for something good...isn't it?! Ok...well I'll settle for something less than good but better than traumatic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Need to talk to Steve tonight. The thing about happiness is...is that it's often fleeting. Sometimes even with the best of intentions you fall short. Miserably short. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-8879082?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8879082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8879082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8879082' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-8862953</id><published>2002-01-20T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-20T17:19:58.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Slow day. One class...uneventful. It would have been nice if the roads had been plowed Before I left though. It's actually easier to drive out in Colorado than it is here when we get snow. There's so much on the roads out there...at least where I was...it's pretty solid and packed. Here..you have a few inches...loose...and you slide :-O  I want to go sled riding. Any takers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched some of the Eagles game today...and all of the N.E./Oakland game. That last one was tight. I had thought all along...well before seeing them play Today...that N.E. would win...but Oakland surprised me...w/ the way they played. Patriots didn't deserve to win. Good game though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow...well...we all know what tomorrow is :-)  Can't say much for Baltimore but all of Pgh is going to be at a stand still for the game. O'malley's (Baltimore's coach) (sp?) dad grew up in the northside...so he's sporting black &amp; gold ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-8862953?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8862953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8862953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8862953' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-8836398</id><published>2002-01-19T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-20T23:06:35.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Steve doesn't drink wine so I got him the universal alcohol...vodka :-) Absolut citron vodka and a card. We made it there w/ his directions fine...were standing in the parking lot wondering which place was his...when he and his s-in-l walked out. We went in and sat down...drank a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's great. I can't believe I actually like him...things don't usually work out for me in the dating scene but it did. I go out on a lot of dates these days...but I hardly ever meet men that I want a 2nd date with. I heard through the grapevine tonight that he really likes me. Yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy :-) I hope I get to see him again soon. More later ;-) I'm a little tired and have class tomorrow a.m. :-O Saturday classes should be deemed illegal. If I ruled the world...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-8836398?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8836398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8836398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8836398' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-8817812</id><published>2002-01-18T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-20T00:51:49.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have an interview for Monday morning w/ a firm downtown. As long as it's nothing like my last one I should be fine :-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is actually putting some thought into what I should get Steve. Is that weird or what :-) He gets an "A" for effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to CT man for a few hours last night. I've known him for 4 or 5 years now and I don't know much about him. I think we may have made some progress last night...well either we made progress or he hates me for trying to get too personal. Couldn't help it...the man is way too closed off. Needs a step...a few...in the right direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-8817812?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8817812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8817812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8817812' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-8803573</id><published>2002-01-17T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-17T23:19:57.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I might have another interview lined up for my co-op. I got a call late this afternoon from a pretty big firm in Pgh. This man's ad (yes, ad. full page ad in the yellow pages) says he provides legal counsel 24 hours a day everyday. That could be interesting. He and his lawyers are forever on call. Does that mean I might be too? Don't think so. Hoping not :-O  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue says if I am not sickened by him then that's all that matters. She's implying that he's an ambulance chaser. He could be. I have no idea Yet. She told me to watch Springer to get ready for work if I get offfered a co-op there :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out exactly what's going on w/ Steve :-O And what to take over to his grad. party. He Doesn't drink wine. Damn. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-8803573?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8803573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8803573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8803573' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-8778146</id><published>2002-01-17T07:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-17T07:11:18.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You'll be accepting my apology&lt;br /&gt;for taking things too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm old enough to keep routines,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I'm child enough to scream for everything.&lt;br /&gt;I broke in two.&lt;br /&gt;You're barely missing me, &lt;br /&gt;I'm missing you and everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*my apology--the get up kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-8778146?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8778146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8778146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8778146' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-8778121</id><published>2002-01-17T07:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-17T23:14:01.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No e &amp; t final last night. Relieved...wasn't 100% prepared. I'm going downtown to his office on Monday to take it. Much smaller class for e &amp; t 2...I guess part 1 was more than enough for some people :-O I missed Nick...was planning on seeing him again this semester...since John is the Only professor in the system that teaches this class. First person from school to compliment my hair and it's him...a guy. Very observant. Thanks Nick :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a Nice atty. to work for...is there such a thing?! Prob. not...so I imagine I'll still end up w/ Henry. Need to go out and get Steve a little somethin' somethin' for his graduation on Friday. Got directions up to Mt. Washington to his house for the party. Can't believe i'm finally going to get to see him tomorrow night. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-8778121?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8778121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8778121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8778121' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-8743673</id><published>2002-01-16T06:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-16T06:44:53.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went downtown yesterday w/ Jenn. Grant Street is like a wind tunnel :-O Henry's office is right next door to the city county bldg. Doesn't get much better than that. Checked out all the offices inside. Feel a little relieved knowing where everything is at now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put off my co-op for today. I have one final from last semester that I haven't made up yet. I have part 2 of that course tonight. I have a feeling I will be making it up tonight...finally. And I haven't done much studying...so that's what I'll be doing until 7 this evening. Fun. I can go in for my co-op on Thursday and Friday...put my 10 hours for the week in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been talking to Steve a lot lately. He's the only guy that I've gotten to talk to consistently w/ over the past month or so. He seems pretty nice. I feel really comfortable w/ him for whatever reason. I'm looking forward to Friday :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to those couple of people I was talking to late last night online While I was on the phone. My comp. is the biggest p.o.s. It's going to be taking a vacation to Best Buy pretty soon. :-O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-8743673?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8743673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8743673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8743673' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-8701604</id><published>2002-01-14T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-14T22:52:47.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Glad to be back in class and doing Something. Litigation was...interesting. I liked it a little better last semester...we had two sections of it--2 smaller classes...now there is only one section--1 big class. I like the small class atmosphere better. More comfortable...more personal. Oh well. That's the way it goes. Good to see Joe again too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No class tomorrow but I'm going downtown to check out some offices...important offices where I will be filing important things very soon. It would be good to at least check them out before my co-op starts. I like to know what I'm doing before someone tells me what I'm doing :-O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where my co-op is going now. The co-op director's secretary called me to let me know a firm was calling them for people so she faxed my resume over. The secretary also told them we require at least min. $. I'm surprised she's attempting that for us. Nice deal. Maybe someone there will give me a call. Otherwise I report to Henry Wednesday morning. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg hasn't called me. Vince hasn't returned my call from the other night.  :-O Steve invited me and a friend to his search and rescue grad. party on Friday night though. I guess we'll hang out at his place for a while and then move it to a club in the strip district. Should be fun :-) Unfortunately my Advanced Legal Research class is on Sat. a.m. which sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Rich (Jenn's b/f) comes home this weekend then Sunday I'll be out on a blind date w/ Jeff (Rich's roommate)...well we'll All be out on a date...Dave &amp; Buster's...I think. I'll be happy as long as we aren't hall of shame material, right Jenn?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-8701604?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8701604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8701604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8701604' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-8653033</id><published>2002-01-13T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-13T12:15:22.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Classes start tomorrow :-O Christmas break flew by but I guess I'm ready to go back. My Last semester...or it Should be as long things go well w/ my clep exam.  I can't believe I'm almost done w/ this program...I was just getting into it this time last year. Actually this time last year I was just taking random classes and had no idea I'd end up liking anything. Funny how things work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take the co-op downtown w/ Atty. Beamer. He wouldn't be my first pick...not by a long shot but he's the only atty. I had the opportunity to interview w/...and since then the man has done nothing but call me...trying to get me into the office asap. Desperation...? Most likely. 2 other attorneys work out of his office also...and his secretary doesn't even report 5 days a week...no paralegal...sounds like trouble to me...high pressure/stress environment :-O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I'm a little nervous but I've had a feeling since the beginning of this process that his office is where I'd end up. I thought about dropping the co-op elective completely b/c I had no hopes of a placement aside from Beamer but I really feel like I need to get out in the field Before I graduate. A judge I had for one of my classes in the fall offered me a spot in his office just so I'd have someplace to go...but he wouldn't need me after graduation...Beamer might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule this semester worked out well for a co-op too. I can work regular workdays and it won't interfere w/ classes :-) Now...all that's left is to start applying to undergrad. programs. I think I'm going to apply for the distance degree program out of Md and to Temple in Philly. The distance degree progam I can obviously do from anywhere as long as I have my computer...so I might job hunt in Philly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One city I've eliminated from my "list" for job hunting is Tucson, Az. I've eliminated it b/c I visited it during my trip to see my brother. I didn't realize it was such a big drug city...a not so nice place...high crime and heavy drug activity. I met a drug dealer when I was out there...not on purpose :-O Actually...he just traffics now. Illegal either way but hey...he seems to think trafficking is less dangerous. Who am I to say. I can't believe some of the things I heard. He was hitting on me too...but men who knock off their landlords are really not my type.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-8653033?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8653033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8653033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8653033' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-8628010</id><published>2002-01-12T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-13T11:43:16.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night Jenn and I went to dinner at Houlihan's and then headed downtown to a club. I had plans to meet Steve, the fireman, there :-) I was Supposed to meet him outside the club at 10:30. I got there early, he got there late...we missed each other.  So no Steve :-O  But not a bad night anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met another guy...I Think his name is Greg ...too loud in clubs to hold conversations of Any kind...I danced w/ him for a good part of the night. He asked for my #  :-) so I'm hoping I'll hear from him sometime soon. &lt;br /&gt;;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-8628010?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8628010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8628010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8628010' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-8596821</id><published>2002-01-11T08:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-11T08:08:52.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feels good to be home...and not on a plane or in a car. I flew into Cleveland around  3 yesterday...it seemed like a good idea to wear my Steelers shirt...a little victory walk through Hopkins International since we whupped their asses last Sunday. Let's just say I didn't get too many nice looks :-) Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't seem like I was in Phoenix for  8 days...80 degrees to this. Yuck. Well, let's see. We all made predictions about the baby a while ago and I was wrong...for the most part. Almost right on the date...I called the 5th and she went into labor around 8:30 at night on the 5th...but didn't have the baby 'til almost 1 a.m. on the 6th. I am suprised we made it the hospital the way my brother was driving :-O I think we were doing about 90 there for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to be in the delivery room the entire time...they let all 4 of us in. Interesting experience...TLC doesn't quite cover Everything. Anyway...I have a nephew :-) I'm happy...a niece and now a nephew. We were all suprised it was a boy. My brother was thrilled...obviously...every man wants a son...well any that wants children usually wants a son. I'm glad he got one. (of course he already has him playing college football but that's OK :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-8596821?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8596821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8596821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8596821' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-8336384</id><published>2002-01-02T01:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-02T01:05:34.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Little time, much to do. Didn't plan on staying at my mom's house for 4 hours but I felt bad just swinging by for a few then leaving. I'm leaving Pgh. for Cleveland at 4 a.m....flying out Hopkins at a little after 9 and will be in Phoenix in time for lunch :-) (that is if there are no weird women beating turban wearing men on board) I'm a little nervous about flying...my first time since 9/11 but I have no choice really :-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will have a nice uneventful flight out...good time in 70 degree weather...a new niece....and a normal flight back. I'll be back the 10th and won't be able to blog until then........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-8336384?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8336384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8336384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8336384' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-8319710</id><published>2002-01-01T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-01T11:40:37.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ouch...a Little bit of a headache today. That only happens when I Don't drink beer. hmm.  Jenn and I went to the southside...I think most of Pgh. went to the strip district to the clubs...but who knows. A good time was had by all :-) Today...I pack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-8319710?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8319710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8319710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8319710' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-8298270</id><published>2001-12-31T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-01T11:37:50.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hard to believe today is New Year's Eve already. I was thinking how I spent last year's out in Colorado and did absolutely nothing. It sucked. This year's will be good no matter what :-) Vince had originally said we would do Something but now who knows. I'm waiting to hear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not packed for my trip to Phoenix on Wednesday...I'll get to it :-O I think I've adjusted to my hair now...I recognize myself in the mirror. Haven't mentioned it to Vince yet... :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-8298270?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8298270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8298270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8298270' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-8239887</id><published>2001-12-28T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-28T17:27:23.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm...I'm not too sure how I feel about all this blonde yet. Not the shade of blonde I was going for...wanted something paler...lighter...not this golden stuff. I just don't think I'm used to looking in the mirror and seeing myself w/ blonde hair yet either. It will take a day or so to adjust :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince called me last night...on his way to Cleveland...again. Family duties call though so I understand. He'll be back tomorrow night :-) Good timing since I have that date w/ Steve tonight. I do Miss Vince though. Looks like I'll be spending New Year's w/ him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-8239887?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8239887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8239887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8239887' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-8209493</id><published>2001-12-27T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-27T13:47:04.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally...I can blog. Stupid security breaches, don't people have better things to do over the holidays?! I had a pretty good Christmas. I even got a white Christmas...a little white--flurries. We have a Little bit of accumulation this morning. Not much but I'm happy. It's better than that 60 degree weather we had just a couple of weeks ago :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for Vince to have some time for me...his family is in town so he's been pretty busy :-O I miss seeing him. But  I  Did make a date for tomorrow night...w/ Steve the firefighter. We're going to dinner at Station Square. Why not right...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I go blonde...watch out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-8209493?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8209493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8209493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8209493' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-8158362</id><published>2001-12-24T01:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-24T01:03:11.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vince is more Attentive than I thought he'd be...which suprises me a little.  He didn't strike me as the attentive type at all. Another first impression gone wrong. I'm off my game lately. Oh well. Attentive is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard from John the other day and everything is fine. Guess he's very busy w/ ER duty lately. He had to reschedule things for his trip to the states and he's making up for it now :-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my shopping today and wrapped all the gifts. Finally. Can't believe tomorrow...well today...is Christmas Eve. I've started talking to an old friend of mine again lately. I'm glad...I've missed her. That's the best thing that's happened as far as my holidays go...the best gift I could have received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good game today. Steelers kicked some Detroit ascot :-) I watched part of the Cleveland game too. (Vince is originally from Cleveland. I'm trying not to hold it against him though. Jk :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-8158362?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8158362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8158362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8158362' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-8130523</id><published>2001-12-22T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-22T17:30:59.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are suddenly men everywhere...where did they all come from?!  Trying to keep up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-8130523?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8130523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8130523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8130523' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-8122295</id><published>2001-12-22T08:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-22T23:08:57.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It seems that sometimes I may give out too much information on here. That's fine most of the time but I think every once in a while I should keep people wondering...a little curiousity...and even suspense, is a good thing from time to time. The date w/ Vince is an "X-File"...one of those things you'll have to wonder about :-O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-8122295?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8122295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8122295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8122295' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-8116354</id><published>2001-12-21T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-21T23:10:11.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well...I guess things have a way of working out on their own...at least for now :-O I wrote Vince an e-mail earlier telling him that I really like him, enjoy being w/ him, etc. but I'm not into casual sex. Never expected to hear from him again. I Did though. He wrote me an e-mail saying it didn't matter and  that he's still interested in seeing me, getting to know me, and all that good stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is a good sign. He said he wanted to see me tonight b/c things are going to be getting very hectic for him soon...so I am meeting up w/ him in Sq.Hill tonight. I'm definitely looking forward to it :-) Haven't heard from John yet today. He's been acting odd lately...something is up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another guy on the rise, this one is Mike, he is the one that works out A Lot, lives out near the airport. He seems pretty nice too. I was supposed to talk to him on the phone last night b/c we were planning on going out tonight. (I had mistakenly also made a date w/ him for tonight...in addition to Vince) My bad. Maybe Mike can pencil me on Saturday :-O More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-8116354?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8116354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8116354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8116354' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-8092783</id><published>2001-12-21T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-21T00:32:44.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To go out w/ Vince tomorrow...to Not go out w/ Vince tomorrow...that is the question. What's the answer...? How the hell should I know....someone should fill Me in :-O  Do I like him..? Yes. Am I attracted to him..? Yes. Do I want to have sex w/ him..? Well..it's not like I haven't *thought* about him...and Us getting down and dirty. Thinking it is one thing and doing it is another though. Sex doesn't seem to have much value these days...everyone just gives it away so freely. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-8092783?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8092783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8092783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8092783' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-8082238</id><published>2001-12-20T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-20T16:27:03.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm the dream you can't remember&lt;br /&gt;No more needle I'm the shake&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your light I'm not your blackness&lt;br /&gt;I'm the last breath that you'd take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your beginning&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know you then&lt;br /&gt;Far from your beginning&lt;br /&gt;I'm just the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just the moral to the story&lt;br /&gt;I'm just the laughter to your joke&lt;br /&gt;I'm the last love that you really loved&lt;br /&gt;If you're the fire I'm the smoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your beginning&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know you then&lt;br /&gt;Far from your beginning&lt;br /&gt;I'm just the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the vision to your blindness&lt;br /&gt;I will be here when they're gone&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes to see me&lt;br /&gt;I'm the silence after the song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Song--The Nixons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-8082238?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8082238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8082238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8082238' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-8082169</id><published>2001-12-20T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-20T16:24:34.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes life gets a little Too complicated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-8082169?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8082169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8082169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8082169' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-8065575</id><published>2001-12-20T01:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-20T16:23:49.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well well :-O I called Vincent (the corporate atty.) tonight. He's just full of surprises. Now...he's a atty....he seemed fairly conservative on the date...khakis, sweater...and also I based this on the way he talked and acted. He made a certain impression on me....and I liked that impression for the most part. (Not that I necessarily go for conservative men or anything...but he just made a good impression...polite/had manners...good conversation...nice...normal, basically)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the second time I've talked to him on the phone...and well...i'd call..."were you attracted to me?" "did you have a good time?" pretty normal questions after a first date but the questions didn't end there. Much sexual content...broad scope...from "Do you like oral?" to "Do you pleasure yourself?" Not that I have a problem talking about oral sex or owning up to the fact that I masturbate....but before the 2nd date..? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this what the dating world has come to? I know I've been out of the loop for a while...but have I been gone This long? He wanted to do something w/ me Sunday night apparently but he didn't want me to get the wrong impression of him. Go figure...so he waits until right before the 2nd date. Friday night is supposed to be dinner...clubbing...and back to his place possibly for a movie....ahem...and hitting the sheets I'm guessing...?! I do like him...I am attracted to him...but...well...I guess I'm still in shock:-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been attracting Italian men lately like there's no tomorrow...must be something in the air...this never happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-8065575?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8065575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8065575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8065575' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-8046840</id><published>2001-12-19T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-19T11:47:50.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The atty., Vincent, would like to see me again. Yay :-)  And I had an e-mail from John this morning. He's back in Beirut. I'm still a little depressed that I didn't get to see him while he was in the states. Well, he is supposed to be making another trip before too long. I'll catch him then ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-8046840?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8046840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8046840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8046840' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-8032716</id><published>2001-12-18T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-18T20:51:43.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss Joe and Litigation class...actually I miss All my classes. Seems weird not having any place to be...I don't like it :-O  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for John to get back home to Beirut. Haven't heard from him in a few days...and I'm missing his e-mails. As for the atty. from Sunday night, I am supposed to call him tonight :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry for awhile if it keeps&lt;br /&gt;You coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your then, be your now&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your friend and the enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see you were the one&lt;br /&gt;In fact I couldn't see anything&lt;br /&gt;It's like I lost you in the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd die in your hands if it keeps&lt;br /&gt;You somehow inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little lonely just a little tired&lt;br /&gt;Just a little life would be nice now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see you were the one&lt;br /&gt;In fact I couldn't see anything&lt;br /&gt;It's like I lost you in the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The One--The Nixons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-8032716?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8032716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8032716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8032716' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-8022984</id><published>2001-12-18T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-18T14:00:51.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well my hair and I haven't been traumatized today :-) Got my trim...I'm surprised I've been patient enough to let my hair grow longer. That's a good thing...I like it long.  I made an appt. to get it colored next Friday....I'm going to take the plunge and go blonde...or at least lighter than my blah too dark brown. We'll see how that goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-8022984?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8022984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8022984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8022984' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-8018755</id><published>2001-12-18T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-18T10:59:37.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Note to self: Make sure cell phone is Charged before you tell someone you will call them :-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to a hair appt. Hopefully it won't be too traumatizing. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-8018755?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8018755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/8018755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8018755' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-7997226</id><published>2001-12-17T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-17T16:57:15.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went over to Lou's law office to make up my Domestic Relations final. I didn't think I would need the full 2 hours :-O I think I did well on it though. Didn't get a glimpse of him... he must have been busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the one teacher I'm not going to have again in the spring....and you know what...i'm going to miss him. That's crazy...b/c I honestly didn't care for him for the first few classes. Thought he was a jerk...but he got better throughout the semester...and now I'm sad I won't have him again. How often does that happen...usually  your first impression of someone is one that sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 finals done...Still 1 to go--Estates and Trusts. John is probably making up another 15 page copy of the  exam for me as we speak. I think he enjoys torturing us. Hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-7997226?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7997226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7997226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7997226' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-7979146</id><published>2001-12-17T00:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-17T00:38:08.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well...I had a date tonight. Hadn't planned on having a date...things just sort of fell into place. I'm not complaining :-) It was an evening out...and I Actually had a decent time. I've been thinking lately that I should be due for a good night out w/ someone and I got it when I least expected it :-O I met him in Sq. Hill at a bar and we watched some of the Steeler game...then to Starbucks...then back to his place to watch the rest of the game. He's really nice.....27..corporate atty. downtown....and Not boring. Hoping to go out w/ him again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to talk to Kevin tonight. Nice surprise. I don't talk to him that much anymore unfortunately. Don't know why but that has sucked. I've missed him...more than I'd like to admit. I have some regrets in life..no question about that...and there are a couple that involve him. Sometimes I wish I could turn back time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-7979146?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7979146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7979146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7979146' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-7950956</id><published>2001-12-15T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-15T10:22:38.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got my glasses yesterday. Yuck. I'm not allowed to wear my contacts for at least 2 weeks b/c of this corneal ulcer. Have a follow-up appt. this afternoon. Hopefully it is getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam made a confession to me last night...she is changing programs. I won't have classes w/ her anymore b/c she is changing to education :-( This is kind of sad....L left me this past semester...Pam is changing programs...Jenna is dropping out of school for a while  to work. Those were all my favorite people. That leaves Nicole...who is nice...but she's a little off. She reminds me of a girl I knew at La Salle back in the day. Oh well.  I wish Vicki was here...or I was there...I miss hanging out w/ her. I'm hoping I'll be back in Philly before too long....w/ a j-o-b in CC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-7950956?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7950956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7950956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7950956' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-7911239</id><published>2001-12-13T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-13T19:59:55.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes....don't you wish you could wake up w/ someone else's life....and family for maybe just a day...or even a few hours. Last night/early this a.m. was one of those times for me. I don't want to be mean and say I don't like my family or appreciate them b/c I do but there are times when certain members of the family (like my mother) and their situations/problems become overwhelming to me. I don't know what to do or think about them...I don't even know how to react anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only handle so much at times....and I wish my family was not a textbook example of "dysfunctional" but it is. I realize no one's family is normal or perfect but there are days when I would give almost anything for a little more normal in my family and a little less dysfunctional...hell I would take a lot more normal if I could get it today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a long e-mail from my mother last night talking about suicide and why she thinks it is a good idea. I am worried about her although I feel better knowing that my step-father keeps an eye on her. Not to mention that she is religious....she knows suicide is a sin against God. While I don't honestly believe she would ever get to the point where she would take her own life that doesn't make me any less concerned for her well-being. How does one respond to an e-mail of that nature? I honestly don't know what to say to her...except for the obvious...&lt;i&gt;you can't do it, it's wrong, nothing is that bad, etc.&lt;/i&gt; Somehow that all seems very inadequate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-7911239?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7911239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7911239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7911239' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-7898605</id><published>2001-12-13T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-13T11:13:41.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just woke up from a nap....and had a dream about an ex, Kevin. It was the best sex dream. Wow....hmm...excuse me for a few minutes, will you....? ;-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-7898605?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7898605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7898605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7898605' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-7873010</id><published>2001-12-12T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-12T14:24:45.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am thinking of going blonde again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-7873010?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7873010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7873010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7873010' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-7872239</id><published>2001-12-12T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-12T13:54:48.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am trying to reschedule tonight's finals for some other time. I woke up at 5 a.m. w/ some vision problems...a repeat of Sunday morning....I don't think that was pink eye anymore. I didn't start feeling somewhat normal again today 'til around 1. It is terrible. I'm having some sort of reaction to something in this room....the only thing I can think of is...chemicals....the exterminator sprayed 2 rooms on Friday. Mine and my sister's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I have no idea what it could be...only that it is very painful...i can't open my eyes in the morning....and I have an aversion to light now. Great.  John would be good to have around....doctor....and he wants to specialize in eye surgery. I could use him to check me over right about now :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream early this morning that involved a guy I was friends w/ out in Colorado last year and a guy from one of those Real Worlds. I ended up w/ the Real World guy.....the one I always kind of liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have HBO ....I didn't know we were getting it but I'm not complaining. I've always watched to catch one of those Sex and The City episodes I've been hearing about....and I got the chance to earlier this week.  Not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Somebody&lt;/i&gt; has become willing to give me a 2nd chance at things. I have gotten a promise....that I was unable to get before. I'm not sure why I've been given it after so much time has passed. I had resigned myself to just memories of the two of us. Why does it often take someone so long to miss you..? Maybe I should just be happy that I am missed and not concern myself w/ the why. I'm not sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-7872239?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7872239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7872239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7872239' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-7850986</id><published>2001-12-11T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-11T20:07:24.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stayed up all last night to do the take home portion of my final exam in Litigation. Left me little time to actually study for the in class portion..I think I still managed an A though. Employee Benefits was tonight....I am So glad that class is over. You cannot get around taking that class....which doesn't make sense....b/c the material doesn't really pertain to Any tasks you might perform in the legal profession. I would cut that class out of the program. I am pretty sure I did well on it though...which leaves me w/ 3 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domestic Relations and Estates &amp; Trusts...one after the other tomorrow night. Thursday is Legal Research. E &amp; T is my biggest concern....hard prof.....I don't know how I have managed to even maintain an A in there. &lt;counting my blessings&gt; Hmm. I think I will tonight will be another all nighter....I have no choice....if I want the A :-( Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John should still be in Baltimore as of today....I think he said Thursday he will be off to Atlanta. I hope his interviews are going well...or the ones closest to where I live are going well :-) I think about him an awful lot. Followed up on more co-ops today....I left a message for one woman to call me back....since she was out to lunch....the other firm....the Family Legal Center which was my first choice....woman attorney...first one I have come across in this process....she doesn't need anyone until May. I told her I graduate in May....she told me to contact her then. No one Wants me. I am starting to become Just a little concerned about a placement right about now. I have no desire to go back to Henry's office. I may not being doing a co-op at the rate this is going :-O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-7850986?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7850986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7850986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7850986' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-7820019</id><published>2001-12-10T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-11T18:21:20.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Busy day...I'm Finally back online. I've been dealing w/ Verizon techs from 8:30 a.m. 'til 3 this afternoon. My computer is sitting on a cardboard box in my room...keyboard on the floor...pretty disorganized but at least I'm hooked up now. 3rd Verizon tech, George, was very cute :-) I'm not usually a directing type of person but I'm the only person in the house whose schedule allows for this. No one else is able to be home to take care of maintenance/repair men in general,  during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to some Adema...drinking beer...procrastinating finals.  I meant to study this weekend but it was such a lousy weekend. Friday I met Pam for lunch in Monroeville at a fast food joint. I needed to get a copy of a memorandum from her for Legal Research class. We met around lunchtime....at BK....that was when the fun started. Apparently there is a mentally unstable man who frequents the BK on 22 and I happened to sit down next to him. If there is a nutjob w/in a 30 mile radius...I will find him :-O Not by choice...it just happens that way. He went off on me for about 10 minutes...Pam was late....how unfortunate for Me. I guess she knows him...knows him to see him anyway...so great...now we know where he dines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was moving day and it was ugly. It seems like we have been working non-stop ever since. I am still not completely unpacked....nice room though. Much bigger...I think I have everything I need in here...microwave, fridge, tv/vcr, and computer.  Yesterday I woke up w/ pink eye...approrpriate ending to my nice weekend. I've been driving w/ one contact in ever since...can't contaminate the contact for the other eye you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was phone day....and everything seemed to happen at one time....Jenna called to say she needed Litigation notes since our final is tomorrow. Had an appt. w/ Dr. B. tonight for more co-op forms..then I ran them by Joe...who was not in his usual good mood....for feedback regarding the firms. I figure he is just tired....w/ finals and all...he gives take homes in all his classes...a lot of work for him to grade...in addition to teaching....and running his office. I guess I would not be Thrilled all the time either. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-7820019?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7820019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7820019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7820019' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-7756092</id><published>2001-12-08T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-08T12:34:27.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had planned on posting yesterday...I had planned on A Lot of things yesterday. Hmm...let's see...well Verizon shut off our phone service at our old house yesterday at 8 am b/c they were supposed to be at the new house during that time to turn it on there...however...they went to the wrong house in our new neighborhood....never showed up at Our house....that leaves us with no phone service anywhere. They read the address wrong....which somehow doesn't surprise me all that much b/c the last time we had Verizon men at our house they stood in the garage and smoked pot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be able to post too much b/c of the no access factor in my house...I am at a library right now. I have been moving my stuff since Thursday but today is our official moving day...all the big stuff...I am taking a break. I have been up since 5 am. I am probably missing lunch right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John called me yesterday...he is now in Baltimore doing interviews. It was so good to hear from him...and over the phone. First time I've gotten to hear his voice. Fairly strong accent...I like it ;-) Yum.&lt;br /&gt;Ok....more later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-7756092?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7756092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7756092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7756092' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-7717818</id><published>2001-12-06T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-06T23:54:03.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a jackass...you heard it here first...or rather read it here first. Jackass...full blown hee f-ing haw jackass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-7717818?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7717818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7717818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7717818' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-7716630</id><published>2001-12-06T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-06T23:09:30.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight was my very last class of the semester. Wow :-O Hard to believe my classes are done...now I just have to survive finals. I am kind of sad to see the semester come to an end. This past spring I just started taking a couple of classes and realized my interest in law...this fall was my first Full semester of law classes....and now the upcoming spring is my Last semester. I have made my graduation come sooner by taking maximum credits...taking summer courses...and even clep-ing out of other courses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm sad b/c I know I am going to be finishing soon....and then working. I am so Used to being in school....it seems strange to me to actually be finishing a degree. Not that I'm not happy or excited to finish something up...I am...more than I can even begin to put into words. I'm just a little nervous about meeting the real world...being in school this long will do that to you. I've also met some really great people this semester....I guess it is easier to make friends at this type of school when you finally decide on a program...b/c then you just have the same people in all of your classes. I've gotten to know a few of them pretty well...Pam and Jenna, in particular. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that things could never be that great at a community college...I know when I graduated from highschool I was set on attending a regular 4-year university...and I cringed at  the thought of CCAC. I hate to sound like a certain Alanis Morrisette song here...but it's kind of Ironic when I look back on all of it now...that I attended a few different 4-year schools...lived away from home...had the whole college experience....but failed to meet the primary objective of college....obtaining a degree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I sit...happier than I have probably ever been since I've started college...i love the program..and my classes....the attorneys I have for class...and the friends that I have made in my classes. I am actually sad to see the semester come to a close...knowing that graduation is right around the corner....all this B/C of a community college. My happiest times have taken place at a school that years ago I never wanted to attend. Things have a funny way of working out sometimes....so drastically different than what I once envisioned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-7716630?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7716630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7716630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7716630' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-7713527</id><published>2001-12-06T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-06T21:08:07.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sitting next to Jenna in Any class is never a good idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-7713527?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7713527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7713527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7713527' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-7696726</id><published>2001-12-06T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-06T09:47:24.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Coyote Ugly....? Yuck...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-7696726?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7696726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7696726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7696726' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-7693715</id><published>2001-12-06T07:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-06T11:12:14.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Too busy to post yesterday...packing more stuff....we will start moving things into the new house tonight but I will be in class and missing out (so I figured I should be ahead of everyone on the packing). My room is finished being painted...looks nice. I pick good colors.  Also had to draft a motion for temporary custody and a court order for DR class yesterday. A lot of assignments since this is the last class week. I'm moving this weekend and need to be studying b/c finals are next week....Bad weekend :-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over some more co-op options w/ Joe last night....he was telling me who might make me break out into another rash and who wouldn't :-)  I guess he didn't notice last time...he laughed when I told him. He told me to use him as a reference should the firms want to call someone.  I shouldn't be so attracted to him....a teacher...but I am. Can't help it. I am hoping he still wants me after grad. for that position in his office ;-) He skipped out on us early on Tuesday...he had a court time moved up. Hopefully he'll make up for it somehow next week....possibly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick is now wearing his wedding band on his right hand...I guess marital problems were those "personal problems" he referred to in our conversation a few weeks ago. I didn't ask for details...or an explanation..I don't like to pry. If he wants to talk....he will tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John finally e-mailed me last night...he has been in Philly for 4 days now. Took his CSA test yesterday. I have his phone # at the hotel and I tried calling him last night. I only let it ring a few times since it was kind of late. I will trying calling him again today...should be interesting :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking yesterday would have been a 3 year anniversary. Hard to believe it would have been 3 years. Hmmm. Until later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-7693715?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7693715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7693715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7693715' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-7638078</id><published>2001-12-04T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-04T12:48:55.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thinking about my suit situation today. What's a girl to do. I have been looking for suits for a while now....going out w/ my mom shopping. Problems problems. I would not think I would need a petite but it seems that both my parents have short arms and I too am cursed. None of the regular sized suit jackets fit in arm length. So my mother hauls me off to every petite section of every store w/in a 40-45 mile radius. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is about 1/3 of the selection for petites that there is for regulars. Then there's the fact that I want to wear skirts...not pants. Most of the petite suit section consists of suits w/ pants. Don't petite women wear skirts or what? So...you can imagine what is left for me to choose from. My mother and I have very different tastes...we cannot even agree on a gift for my 2 year old niece....let alone a suit for work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking into consideration all of those things....I think it's safe to say that I won't be buying a suit when I am out w/ her. She seemed very bothered that I want to wear skirts versus pants. Am I not entitled to my own individual preferences? I'm thinking....I will find something I like in the regular section...and get the damn sleeves hemmed....or order the one I have had in mind all along...one size for the jacket....different size for the skirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Pam about skirts today...appropriate business wear. I am worried about skirts being too short. I was worried my 19 inch one would be too risque...she says this is nonsense and i need to get it Hemmed. She asks me..."Don't you watch Ally McBeal?". (stupid question:-) She said make sure nothing is hanging out but that I can go pretty short w/ it. I trust her...she is older...has been out in the work world....her judgement should be sound. Looks like I am going for some new hemlines :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-7638078?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7638078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7638078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7638078' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-7625251</id><published>2001-12-04T00:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-04T00:23:12.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I caught part of a Laverne &amp; Shirley marathon this weekend. I fell asleep watching it on Saturday night. Bad bad move....I dreamt I had sex w/ Squiggi :-O Not pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-7625251?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7625251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7625251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7625251' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-7624548</id><published>2001-12-03T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-03T23:54:06.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping w/ my mom today....round 2 of Christmas shopping....this round may very well have been even less productive than the 1st round. I hate shopping....especially around the time of the year when everyone and their mother...literally...is out at the mall. Not to mention that it doesn't quite Feel like Christmas weather...we are in the 50's and sunny here....not a sign of snow. It's unnatural. I don't find myself getting too excited about the holidays this year, in general. I'm not sure why...Christmas seems to have lost something for me. I don't know what was lost...or how to get it back....I just know that things feel different this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much was purchased today...not much worth noting. My mother has wanted this vacuum cleaner...the latest greatest thing in the vacuum world....or so I hear. (their new dog sheds a lot) We were checking out the pictures on the box in Sears...this sucker can pick up 2 bowling balls. Just what my mom needs....b/c you know...she just has so many damn bowling balls laying around the house. Who the hell needs to buy a vacuum cleaner that picks up bowling balls.( Is there actually a market for this type of thing? ) I can't think of anyone I know...and if I did...I'd have to wonder what they did in their spare time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to my brother last night...I am supposed to e-mail him my predictions about the baby...sex..wt. and due date. My s-i-l has a strong feeling she will have the baby on New Year's Eve but that is when the last one...Kamryn..arrived. I am flying out on Jan. 2nd..she's due the 8th....but feels it will be the 31st.  I'm hoping I don't Just Miss this birth. I'll be kind of disappointed about that. I'd really like to be there when she goes into labor....and has my next niece or nephew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The general consensus is that it will be another girl. I honestly have no feelings about it either way. I guess I am swinging in direction of it being a girl But that may just be due to my brother telling me a while ago that he felt that. I've already been influenced :-) My niece is the sweetest thing. I love being an aunt :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-7624548?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7624548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7624548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7624548' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-7593222</id><published>2001-12-02T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-02T23:31:14.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I burned my chest this evening w/ some hot fudge...right out of the microwave. Nice...still have an attractive red mark going on there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-7593222?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7593222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7593222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7593222' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-7593186</id><published>2001-12-02T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-02T23:29:17.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>John should have gotten into Philly around 7 this evening. Waiting...waiting...waiting. I think the last e-mail I got from him was Saturday a.m....and i am missing those e-mails right about now. I hope things go well and we hit it off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-7593186?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7593186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7593186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7593186' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-7572310</id><published>2001-12-02T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-02T09:25:59.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looking forward to seeing John sometime soon...he started traveling late this a.m...our time...Beirut to Amsterdam....to Detroit...to Philly...where he should be tomorrow night. From out of country to in-state :-) I'm hoping he will be in Pgh. very soon but the waiting is terrible. I'm sure it will be worth it though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-7572310?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7572310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7572310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7572310' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-7531805</id><published>2001-11-30T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-30T10:51:11.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I registered for my co-op this morning. When I originally scheduled my classes I had just begun the co-op process so I was behind. Everything is working out and under control now...kind of unusual since I always seem to have problems w/ this kind of thing...classes...financial aid...registration. I think this is the First time I have had No problems....knock knock on fake wood :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-7531805?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7531805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7531805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7531805' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-7517026</id><published>2001-11-29T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-29T21:39:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pretty uneventful day....had Litigation...mmm mmm mmm :-) He said...so you're here...he knew i decided against going in early w/ that atty. I figured my hives episode last night was a strong indicator that I wasn't comfortable w/ the idea....of being in that particular atty.'s office.  Pam agreed. Heard that Lou missed me last week in Legal Research. How nice...to be missed. Hmm. Lou is something else :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The end of my class week...blah. The weeks go by too fast these days...I'm not ready for my classes to end....I'm enjoying myself here. Good news today...I clep-ed out of my course...*relief*. I finally got the test results in the mail today. Now....round 2...I'm going to attempt the next one. What have I got to lose...at least if I don't do well on this 2nd one...it won't affect me graduating...I can just schedule it for the spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw our new house tonight for the very first time....the inside that is. I have my room picked out :-) It needs work....I think I've decided for future reference that I'm not a heavy remodeling/work type of person when it comes to houses. I don't think I'd be interested in buying something that needs a Lot of things done. This one just needs Some things done and that seems bad enough right now. It's a big room...i like it...but the whole front window thing bothers me....crazy..i know...but i've had a room on the side/back of the house for almost 10 years now....now my room will be in the front...and it has a big window....I feel so exposed. Too open....I don't know what it is....I feel like I am way out in the open...and I'm not liking that part of it. Hey...I said it was a little weird...i know.. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-7517026?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7517026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7517026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7517026' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-7488478</id><published>2001-11-28T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-28T22:24:15.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was so worked up about this co-op that I broke out into a rash while I was down in Joe's office talking to him about it. Terrible...red splotches all over my chest. Yuck. Told him everything that happened...the whole run down...he said he would work w/ me on it either way. He said he feels I am capable but not to do it if I don't feel comfortable w/ it...otherwise I will be miserable for about 6 months. Miserable and stuck...which neither of us wants me to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me if I didn't like the Atty. just b/c of how he talked about working me...or if something else happened...if the Atty. Did something else....hint hint...like hit on me or something ;-)  I just laughed and told him no. Wonder why he said that. Hmm. Anyway...he told me to sleep on it...I'd rather sleep on him :-) Yum. I could use some sex...and he would probably be my first choice right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-7488478?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7488478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7488478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7488478' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-7476000</id><published>2001-11-28T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-28T14:04:57.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Operation work clothes is under control. Monroeville is nuts....I hate shopping. Well...I will be looking all "professional" tomorrow for Litigation class...since I'm leaving for Henry's office right after. Hopefully Pam will not make any smart ass remarks about me being dressed up :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-7476000?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7476000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7476000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7476000' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-7459027</id><published>2001-11-27T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-27T22:40:25.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looks like I'm starting my work in Atty. Beamer's law office early :-O  I don't feel ready..by a long shot...I'm nervous. I guess tomorrow I'll be driving downtown to check things out...try to get a little more familiar w/ the area...the Register of Wills office...the Prothonotary's office...etc. I'll also be out shopping for work clothes...something I hadn't anticipated doing for a while yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-7459027?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7459027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7459027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7459027' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-7456176</id><published>2001-11-27T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-27T22:26:20.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am worrying...and panicking among other things tonight. It's bad enough that my clep results didn't arrive today...but now This. Any time an attorney calls you At night and asks that you return his call That night...at his law office...it is not good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame that Joe does not have office hours in the evening...at school or in his law office...if he did then I would be there right Now :-O  Unfortunately...the talk must wait until the next time he has office hours at school which is tomorrow at 6 in the evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-7456176?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7456176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7456176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7456176' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-7442879</id><published>2001-11-27T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-27T22:27:08.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was hard to get up this morning and go to class after being off for a week...but i've missed Litigation class. It's good to be back in class....and I'm not really looking forward to Christmas break....so much longer than T. break..what will I do w/ myself...? So tired this morning....and Joe started talking to me about some class substitution I was working on or something....I had no idea what he was talking about....he had the wrong person on that one....early and no caffeine...I was almost starting to  Remember what he was talking about &lt;br /&gt;:-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like when he talks about some of his past cases in class...it's interesting. If he'd sit there and lecture all day I would stay and listen :-) I love when he holds eye contact. Sorry...there i go again. Anyway...I have a test tonight that I haven't studied for..too much...and now finals are fast approaching so I need to start looking over things. I want my 4.0 :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called the D.A.'s office again...left a message. Called the public defender's office and I am supposed to fax some woman a letter expressing my interest. The co-op search continues...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-7442879?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7442879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7442879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7442879' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-7430416</id><published>2001-11-26T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-26T23:04:06.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where exactly are my clep test results being mailed from....some 3rd world country on the other side of the map w/ no efficient postal service or what...?!  Torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The packing continues....boxes everywhere....along w/ this incredible sense of deja-vous. I think I've packed about as much as I Can pack. Left some clothes in the closet....my comforter on the bed...and my school books. I don't know about the rest of the people I live w/ :-) but I'm ready to move on up out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad took both of my cell phones last week. I had 2 of them b/c at one time I had thought I lost one....we replaced it w/ a 2nd...then I found the first. The 2nd is a little broken now...so he needs to take them over to Verizon and switch the phones. He told me he had them in the car. So today I am looking for the t.v. remote and it's nowhere to be found....I tore the living room apart looking for it...and although It does get enough daily use to Want to go on strike...I hardly thought it just walked off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister woke up a little later...and asked the same question....where is the remote....she tore the living room apart. 2nd sister wakes up..."where is the remote?"...although she is the lazy one...she figured if Kara &amp; I hadn't found it...then neither would she. (she calls it conserving energy...i call it Lazy)  With all the packing going on I thought maybe it ended up in a box somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My step-mother talked to my dad later on in the day...apparently my father...in his early morning dazed, confused, and pre-caffeine state...mistakenly grabbed the remote control this morning...which was sitting beside his keys...thinking it was the aforementioned cell phone. He didn't realize it until he pulled into 711....to get his coffee. Interesting household we have here :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-7430416?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7430416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7430416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7430416' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-7411843</id><published>2001-11-26T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-26T22:32:28.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Too much time spent away lately. I haven't gotten everything done that I wanted to get done over break.  One test to study for....other notes to review...a brief and a memorandum to write. Still waiting for that woman from the D.A.'s office to return my call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That other co-op for the City of Pgh. doesn't interest me too much. Something odd happened this past week though...a "coincidence" (but I don't really believe in coincidences)...so now I have this overwhelming feeling that I'm going to end up in Atty. Beamer's office come January. It's as if I'm already on that path and there's no turning back....I think I'm Supposed to be there. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ally McBeal marathon was decent...they showed the episode about Billy dying....one episode I actually didn't Want to see. I liked him on the show...he shouldn't have been killed off w/ a brain tumor. All wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching John Cage dance to Barry White music (playing in his head) cracks me up. If only working in a law firm was Truly that much fun. (just in tv land) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-7411843?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7411843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7411843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7411843' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-7376924</id><published>2001-11-24T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-24T21:34:47.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ally McBeal marathon...need I say more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-7376924?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7376924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7376924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7376924' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-7358544</id><published>2001-11-23T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-24T21:30:08.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another day at my mom's house and not a bad one at that. I'm tired though so this is going to be another short one. I still need to do another workout today :-O ...if I have the energy once I go upstairs. I think I might just spend the night over there tomorrow night if I decide to go to church on Sunday. I'm tired of driving back and forth between these 2 houses everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got "official" notice that we are moving on the 8th of December. Right in time for finals...yay. Seems like I spend most of my life packing and unpacking :-) Oh well. New house...huge room..separate entrance to the house off of it...I'm looking forward to this. More privacy ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think John is about the sweetest thing that has happened to me in a while. I can't wait until he gets in to Pgh :-) The holidays are looking up.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-7358544?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7358544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7358544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7358544' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089215.post-7344894</id><published>2001-11-23T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-23T11:00:10.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well...the woman from the D.A.'s office hasn't returned my call yet. No big surprise there. I haven't called the mayor's office yet b/c that is my last choice...and my 2nd choice...the litigation firm won't be needing me in the spring :-( Don't have a lot of time to post right now...everything else has been good the past few days....nice Thanksgiving at my mom's although i was on kitchen duty the whole time. I don't think I've ever washed that many dishes in one day in my life :-)  And John strikes again....I am liking him more and more&lt;br /&gt;:-) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089215-7344894?l=shayyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7344894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089215/posts/default/7344894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayyme.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7344894' title=''/><author><name>Shaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132974871396777868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
