<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890185284933292920</id><updated>2009-02-20T22:00:22.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This life sucks</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/890185284933292920/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>thislifesucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872387340943451047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890185284933292920.post-6948441126484329506</id><published>2008-01-23T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T22:14:10.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realization</title><content type='html'>So I just realized if I like a guy I call him by his real name in front of my friends...ie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else has nick names because it not important if my friends know who he is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old man&lt;br /&gt;fish boy&lt;br /&gt;tall guy&lt;br /&gt;Smiley boy&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday Guy&lt;br /&gt;Army Guy&lt;br /&gt;Navy Guy&lt;br /&gt;Marine Boy&lt;br /&gt;Romanian Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a realization.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890185284933292920-6948441126484329506?l=thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com/feeds/6948441126484329506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=890185284933292920&amp;postID=6948441126484329506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/890185284933292920/posts/default/6948441126484329506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/890185284933292920/posts/default/6948441126484329506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com/2008/01/realization.html' title='Realization'/><author><name>thislifesucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872387340943451047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15039225971880257311'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890185284933292920.post-8945877219925095247</id><published>2008-01-22T21:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T08:11:50.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST...What would you do?</title><content type='html'>So thanks to Pat who got Becca hooked on Lost I am now a victim of having been drawn into the Lost bandwagon...So after watching 3 seasons well almost 3 seasons 2 more episodes to go, I realized I need to think about my traveling attire.I have devised a plan to bring things that might help me if we are ever stranded on an island. So here is my attire for traveling:&lt;br /&gt;-bathing suit (dries fast and ok to wear alone)&lt;br /&gt;-cargo pants that turn into shorts(for hot and cold weather)&lt;br /&gt;-baseball hat(to cover the sun)&lt;br /&gt;-hiking boots (sturdy shoes MATT was right all these years..hiking boots everywhere)&lt;br /&gt;-socks (keeping feet warm)&lt;br /&gt;-tank top (in case its hot)&lt;br /&gt;-t-shirt (for not hot but not cold weather)&lt;br /&gt;-Long sleeved shirt( for cold weather)&lt;br /&gt;-Wind breaker (water proof blocks wind)&lt;br /&gt;-and a fold rain suit in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...now in my purse..cause i am grabbing my purse&lt;br /&gt;-Ready to eat meals&lt;br /&gt;-appetite suppressants for 90 days&lt;br /&gt;-an empty water bottle/fill it after security&lt;br /&gt;-asprin&lt;br /&gt;-sunblock&lt;br /&gt;-chapstick&lt;br /&gt;-a first aid kit&lt;br /&gt;-a pair of underwear&lt;br /&gt;-a roll of toilet paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before any trip I would go give myself the deposhot so I dont have my monthly visitor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that is all...what would you wear and bring if you were traveling?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890185284933292920-8945877219925095247?l=thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com/feeds/8945877219925095247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=890185284933292920&amp;postID=8945877219925095247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/890185284933292920/posts/default/8945877219925095247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/890185284933292920/posts/default/8945877219925095247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com/2008/01/lostwhat-would-you-do.html' title='LOST...What would you do?'/><author><name>thislifesucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872387340943451047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15039225971880257311'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890185284933292920.post-1963311998462255863</id><published>2007-11-22T14:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T14:30:27.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Duck Tales</title><content type='html'>Hmm is this how Uncle Scrooge made his money? off an insurance claim..watch it and comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1790069&amp;fullscreen=1" width="480" height="360" &gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" quality="best" value="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1790069&amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890185284933292920-1963311998462255863?l=thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com/feeds/1963311998462255863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=890185284933292920&amp;postID=1963311998462255863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/890185284933292920/posts/default/1963311998462255863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/890185284933292920/posts/default/1963311998462255863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com/2007/11/real-duck-tales.html' title='The Real Duck Tales'/><author><name>thislifesucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872387340943451047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15039225971880257311'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890185284933292920.post-2110369686731006494</id><published>2007-11-16T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T14:24:33.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p8Z-DIAthbM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p8Z-DIAthbM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890185284933292920-2110369686731006494?l=thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com/feeds/2110369686731006494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=890185284933292920&amp;postID=2110369686731006494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/890185284933292920/posts/default/2110369686731006494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/890185284933292920/posts/default/2110369686731006494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com/2007/11/great-video.html' title='Great Video'/><author><name>thislifesucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872387340943451047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15039225971880257311'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890185284933292920.post-1015967604932046584</id><published>2007-11-16T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T14:19:47.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we do what we do?</title><content type='html'>Ok todays blog not so interesting... but I found myself asking why do we do what we do?...As you may all know I am boy crazy..there has not been one day I don't think about boys, dates, making out, I am worse than a 15 yr old girl. Anyways.. I have been seeing on and off a guy named Tom aka fish boy for those of you who know the nicknames..since I have so many boys they need nicknames to differentiate between each other. As those of you may also know tom..not the nicest guy in the world..he has that European arrogance to him..you know the one where he thinks he is better than anyone..I know I know you ask what the hell are you doing with him...I dont know..its not like I see myself long term with this guy, nor do I see myself marrying him, the relationship isnt about sex (we haven't had any), we just go out and make out and sleep in bed together..I think its just the comfort level of having someone lay next to you and hold you tight and hes very affectionate...and when I hang out with him I feel safe and wanted..hmm I don't know this is so confusing..damn boys...ok that is all had to get it off my chest..please comment with suggestions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890185284933292920-1015967604932046584?l=thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com/feeds/1015967604932046584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=890185284933292920&amp;postID=1015967604932046584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/890185284933292920/posts/default/1015967604932046584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/890185284933292920/posts/default/1015967604932046584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-do-we-do-what-we-do.html' title='Why do we do what we do?'/><author><name>thislifesucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872387340943451047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15039225971880257311'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890185284933292920.post-909639412580967318</id><published>2007-11-14T14:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T14:41:21.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we ever happy?</title><content type='html'>When we are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;young (Ages 2-11) we complain about showers, bedtimes, snacks we cant have before dinner, not getting the toy we want and we pout and cry and throw tantrums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as pre teen/teenagers(12-18)We argue about curfews, not having the right car, always trying to convince your parents that so and so can do it why cant we, dressing the way you want to dress, not having money, having a job an believing that we are entitled to do what we want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;young adults 18-21, if we havent moved out we threaten that we are, we bicker about having bills, stress about school, stress about relationships and friends, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as adults 22-30, we are unhappy with relationships, unhappy with jobs, still stressing about bills still stressing about relationships and friends, for some we have kids for others theres families to maintain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we move to 30-50 we are unhappy with friends, and spouses, children not treating you right, the dogs puking on the carpet, bills still stressing you out, college fund and vacations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50-80 we are unhappy about the damn youth who is rotting their brains on MTV, no appreciation for work, youth having it easy, stressing about social security, children no longer caring about us makes us bitter, the fact that people tell us that we cant drive after a certain age makes you disgruntle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80+- not being able to function without someone hounding you that you cant do it yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it..are you ever truly happy? Or do we trick ourselves into believing everything is ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was not a downer blog...but I was in a thinking mood after having dinner with about 10 senior citizens who were yelling at each other across the table..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890185284933292920-909639412580967318?l=thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com/feeds/909639412580967318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=890185284933292920&amp;postID=909639412580967318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/890185284933292920/posts/default/909639412580967318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/890185284933292920/posts/default/909639412580967318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com/2007/11/are-we-ever-happy.html' title='Are we ever happy?'/><author><name>thislifesucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872387340943451047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15039225971880257311'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890185284933292920.post-4079687073208098604</id><published>2007-11-13T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T09:20:28.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence can be Deadly</title><content type='html'>Once again I write...yes yes I know I just wrote a blog like 2 secs ago but hey its my blog and I feel inspired. For those of you who don't know.. I work in property management and well its not a hard job but more like time consuming. (then again I am writing a blog during work hours) Anyway..I realized today I need some kind of interaction with people...my co-worker who I will name "the duck" for privacy purposes has gone off to get married..yay ok not really a yay..why you ask am I not happy???????????????????????????????? Let me tell you I am going nuts in the office..granted there were times we didn't speak to each other and all you would hear is the tap tap tap tap tap of the keyboard and the occasional music video we would find on you tube or where ever but then there were times we get all analytical about stuff like poop...lol..All in all I do miss my co-worker...I sometimes think I forgot how to speak..then I go an call myself on the cell phone to leave a message to make sure I havent lost my speech..my most exciting day now is when I get to see Anwar our pest control guy cause I get some interaction. Ok that is all...the silence of the office is going to kill me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890185284933292920-4079687073208098604?l=thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com/feeds/4079687073208098604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=890185284933292920&amp;postID=4079687073208098604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/890185284933292920/posts/default/4079687073208098604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/890185284933292920/posts/default/4079687073208098604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com/2007/11/silence-can-be-deadly.html' title='Silence can be Deadly'/><author><name>thislifesucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872387340943451047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15039225971880257311'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890185284933292920.post-8358326798632657687</id><published>2007-11-13T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T09:01:14.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men in trees/Vibrators outside the window</title><content type='html'>Today at 7:10am I was laying in bed thinking ohh god that chicken I ate last night is giving me the shimmies..well considering it gave me the shimmies and the shakes the whole night before and now I feel dehydrate. My lips are super dry and chapped, my mouth is dry and my skin is flaking..yup I am dehydrated...but enough about feeling like crap. I was lying in bed and all of a sudden I heard something that resembled a vibrator a loud one..then I heard another one....then another one..I laid in bed thinking am I delusional and I am now hearing vibrators....so I look outside and I see 3 men in the trees that are right behind the wall. They were up there cutting the branches off the trees and so I open the curtain and the man looks right at me and smiles...hmm good thing I wasnt naked..either they would be trying to stare of I would have blinded them resulting in a murder lol..Yeah this story not so interesting..i'll admit it sounded 10 times better in my head..then again I feel ill so I dont care so shut your pie hole lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890185284933292920-8358326798632657687?l=thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com/feeds/8358326798632657687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=890185284933292920&amp;postID=8358326798632657687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/890185284933292920/posts/default/8358326798632657687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/890185284933292920/posts/default/8358326798632657687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com/2007/11/men-in-treesvibrators-outside-window.html' title='Men in trees/Vibrators outside the window'/><author><name>thislifesucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872387340943451047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15039225971880257311'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890185284933292920.post-906398688972998823</id><published>2007-11-13T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T01:09:45.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Yvette Pacheco Scholarship Fund</title><content type='html'>Today as I was having lunch with Bec... I checked my mail thanks to my Motorola Q and saw that my college was soliciting money endowments basically leaving money to the school if you die. So I was talking with Bec and decided that if I was ever a millionaire, I would so have the Yvette Pacheco scholarship fund. Most scholarships have you write an essay on something like:&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to do in life?&lt;br /&gt;Who influenced you growing up?&lt;br /&gt;Whose your role model?&lt;br /&gt;Stuff like that and then they choose the most influencial essay and award them money. Or they ask for an essay and then your GPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not me if I had a scholarships fund I think I would just have a few pages of questions that you answer and then I would award the money.So here goes...the questions to my possibly receive my scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite kool-aid flavor and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a fruit what fruit would you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spell Petroleum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What comes next...1.2.3.4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what kind of soda would you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many children do you want to have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your thoughts on poop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than jelly and bananas what else goes well with peanut butter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you dislike someone and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you might ask why these questions..my answer is because I can, also i know I am going to get those people who are going to try to be very intellectual on these questions but i would pick the guy with the most spelling errors..why because they are the one that need the most help and if they dont marry money(ie the smart kid) they are going to be selling oranges on the side of the road. I would also have fun reading all the answers lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890185284933292920-906398688972998823?l=thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com/feeds/906398688972998823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=890185284933292920&amp;postID=906398688972998823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/890185284933292920/posts/default/906398688972998823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/890185284933292920/posts/default/906398688972998823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com/2007/11/yvette-pacheco-scholarship-fund.html' title='The Yvette Pacheco Scholarship Fund'/><author><name>thislifesucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872387340943451047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15039225971880257311'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890185284933292920.post-3463949579457140144</id><published>2007-09-01T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T12:00:35.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff I would like to do before I die!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi happy people of Blogger world,&lt;br /&gt;So at some point and time in my life I had a list of stuff I wanted to accomplish in my life... and thanks to my ex-bf Gerry(yes we are still friends)I was able to accomplish a lot of stuff from my list..but today I felt like re writing the list and including more adventures.. so here goes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Go to Greece&lt;br /&gt;2)Go to Brea tar pits&lt;br /&gt;3)Visit the big dinasours from Pee Wees big adventure&lt;br /&gt;4)Ride in a Limo&lt;br /&gt;5)Go to an opera&lt;br /&gt;6)watch a performance at a park&lt;br /&gt;7) Watch a movie at a graveyard&lt;br /&gt;8)Go to Chicago and have real Cheese curds&lt;br /&gt;9)Have an awesome date for under 20 bucks total&lt;br /&gt;10)Go to universal Studios&lt;br /&gt;11)Take a picture with the easter bunny&lt;br /&gt;12)Take some kind of lesson&lt;br /&gt;13)Learn to play 1 song on the piano&lt;br /&gt;14)Get back into Volleyball&lt;br /&gt;15)See something at the staples theater&lt;br /&gt;16)Go on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;17)Go to Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles&lt;br /&gt;18)Go to Alcatraz(gerry owes me this one lol)&lt;br /&gt;19)Go to a Hollywood premier&lt;br /&gt;20)Go to the discovery center&lt;br /&gt;21)Go to Catalina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok thats its for now i know its lame but hey its stuff I want to accomplish...Any suggestions or you want to go with let me know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890185284933292920-3463949579457140144?l=thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com/feeds/3463949579457140144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=890185284933292920&amp;postID=3463949579457140144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/890185284933292920/posts/default/3463949579457140144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/890185284933292920/posts/default/3463949579457140144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com/2007/09/stuff-i-would-like-to-do-before-i-die.html' title='Stuff I would like to do before I die!!!!'/><author><name>thislifesucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872387340943451047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15039225971880257311'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890185284933292920.post-7220344638556475931</id><published>2007-08-27T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T16:33:24.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma gets more action than you and I combined...WTF???</title><content type='html'>Greetings people of blogger world,&lt;br /&gt;Today's topic Senior Citizens...that's right you know who they are the old people who drive with their blinkers on, cut you off, and bark at you for just living. They are the bitter old people you feel sorry for because you assume they have no one in their lives that loves them. They are the folks you put in retirement homes and visit them every now and then so you don't feel guilty.Yup they are the people of 55 and above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet today we are going to chat about the folks who are still mobile and getting jiggy with it...It was brought to my attention that there was a  survey done :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A survey of more than 3,000 U.S. adults aged 57 to 85, including face-to-face interviews, finds: 1) Most people aged 64 to 75, and more than one-quarter of those aged 75 to 85, have had sex in the past year. 2) Among people aged 75 to 85 who have had sex in the past year, most do it at least twice a month, and 23 percent do it at least once a week. 3) Among those who have had sex in the past year, most people aged 57 to 75, and one-third of those aged 75 to 85, still give or get oral sex. 4) Women are getting less sex than men, but that's largely because their spouses and other men their age have died" - William Saletan www.slate.com....I know this isn't the proper citation...but I am not in school and I don't have to properly cite anything as long as I give credit to the person..I don't want to plagiarize anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after my inital ewwwwwwww I realized Grandma and Grandpa are having more sex than I am...This is an utter low....So if you think they are bitter because they have no one in their life like family thats probably not true..they probably havent had any sex...that day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890185284933292920-7220344638556475931?l=thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com/feeds/7220344638556475931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=890185284933292920&amp;postID=7220344638556475931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/890185284933292920/posts/default/7220344638556475931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/890185284933292920/posts/default/7220344638556475931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com/2007/08/grandma-gets-more-action-than-you-and-i.html' title='Grandma gets more action than you and I combined...WTF???'/><author><name>thislifesucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872387340943451047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15039225971880257311'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890185284933292920.post-3096735072914235659</id><published>2007-08-26T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T00:11:10.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness is the best!</title><content type='html'>So today's blog really doesn't have a specific topic, and after no writing for a few days my writing creativity has slightly diminished.Fear not people of blogger worlds for this is only temporary. So in this random blog I will update you to my weekend....sit back and hold on kids here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Night&lt;br /&gt;I decided to stay in and finish my last brokers class since I had procrastinated the whole year, I felt this was a good time to actually get down to business. So I diligently worked on the class and finished. I logged on to a dating site (yes i am on a dating site) and received an IM from a guy who was not only really cute but ohh so nice.. we chatted exchanged phone numbers and he called we had been talking for about 3 hours (yes I am surprised as well) before i noticed the dog (Jack ) came in rubbing his face on the couch and to my surprise brought in a stench with him. Once again this lovable puppy had been skunked. So not wanting to hang up the phone... I forced myself since Jack does come first. I quickly threw Jack in the bathtub and rinsed him off. Then I realized the whole house was permeated with skunk odor...in to which I too was struck by o le pepe lepue de toilet...Since it was now about 1am I ran over to CVS to pick up douche(little tip douche works well for skunk removal odor on dogs and people)...So i walked into CVS and picked up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)4 boxes of douche&lt;br /&gt;2)1 handle of vodka&lt;br /&gt;3)razor refills&lt;br /&gt;4)vinegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man at the checkout looked at my items and laughed and said "wow you are some wild girl" I could see why he thought that since I had so much douche but I did clarify the dog had been skunked and that I was not that promiscuous. So I came back douched the dog, and put vinegar out to absorb the smell. I called back boy and talked till 4 am...Woke up Saturday super tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must share with you that I did semi learn how to play blackjack...my boss,his wife, and best friends had a poker night. The buy in was 5 dollars playing 10 cent chips.. 1 fuzzy navel and 2 diet cokes later with 3 hours from start to finish i came out of the game with 31.80-5.00=+26.80.... I must admit that was quite a good night for me..Other than poker I did nothing it was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me today although slow was a great day.. My friend Eddie from Riverside came over with his kids and we had a Pizzarty (pizza+party=pizzarty) Dustin came up with that word he was here too... We watched sponge bob ate pizza and then conversed. Eddie left Dustin and I took a nap and then we decided to walk to Golden Spoon and at the same time walk Jack. Its currently 12am and I am ready for bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend update:&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was alot calmer that most weekends and I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of the day:Pizzarty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890185284933292920-3096735072914235659?l=thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com/feeds/3096735072914235659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=890185284933292920&amp;postID=3096735072914235659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/890185284933292920/posts/default/3096735072914235659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/890185284933292920/posts/default/3096735072914235659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com/2007/08/randomness-is-best.html' title='Randomness is the best!'/><author><name>thislifesucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872387340943451047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15039225971880257311'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890185284933292920.post-745502341801519880</id><published>2007-08-23T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T16:10:43.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I am motivated to share! and continue writting</title><content type='html'>soundtrack of my life (honestly, I never listen to music on shuffle so this will be interesting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to do it:&lt;br /&gt;1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc).&lt;br /&gt;2. Put it on Shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;3. Press Play.&lt;br /&gt;4. For every question, type the song that's playing.&lt;br /&gt;5. When you go to a new question, press the next button.&lt;br /&gt;6. Be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPENING CREDITS&lt;br /&gt;"Invinsible"-Ok GO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAKING UP&lt;br /&gt;"Dancing Queen"-Abba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;"Badfish"-Sublime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FALLING IN LOVE&lt;br /&gt;"Take A Chance on me"-Abba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIGHT SONG&lt;br /&gt;"Metamorphosis"-HIllary Duff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKING UP&lt;br /&gt;"Thanx Dub"-Sublime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROM&lt;br /&gt;"Girlfriend"-Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE IS GOOD&lt;br /&gt;"To make her love me"-Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MENTAL BREAKDOWN&lt;br /&gt;"Wait a Minute"-PCD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRIVING&lt;br /&gt;"stripped"-Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLASHBACK&lt;br /&gt;"Head Over Heels"-GoGos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GETTING BACK TOGETHER&lt;br /&gt;"serious"-gwen Stefani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDDING&lt;br /&gt;"Primer Amour"-Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINAL BATTLE&lt;br /&gt;"Long way to Go"-Andre 300/Gwen Stefani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEATH SCENE&lt;br /&gt;"Right Now"-PCD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUNERAL SONG&lt;br /&gt;"Fly"-Hillary Duff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END CREDITS&lt;br /&gt;"DOnt Cha"-PCD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word Of the Day as requested by a comment:&lt;a href="http://www.dmv.ca.gov/vehindustry/ol/drvedcur.htm"&gt;VELOCITATION&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890185284933292920-745502341801519880?l=thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com/feeds/745502341801519880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=890185284933292920&amp;postID=745502341801519880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/890185284933292920/posts/default/745502341801519880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/890185284933292920/posts/default/745502341801519880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com/2007/08/because-i-am-motivated-to-share-and.html' title='Because I am motivated to share! and continue writting'/><author><name>thislifesucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872387340943451047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15039225971880257311'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890185284933292920.post-7240516593915954310</id><published>2007-08-23T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T15:22:36.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>Hello once again my blogger people,&lt;br /&gt;Tis I YVETTE.... So recently I have been pondering whats in a name...&lt;br /&gt;Name:Yvette&lt;br /&gt;Origin:&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teutonic"&gt;Teutonic&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Meaning:&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yew"&gt;yew&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Archer"&gt; archer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come on realistically am I living up to my name.. I am not a tree, nor do have I or will I able have arching skills. Yet for some reason, when people hear the name Yvette they automatically assume I am French (if they haven't seen me) and trust me kids I am far from French. I am all for unique name and expressions but sometimes those expressions affect a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once had a teacher whose name was Noyb (pronouced Noebe)her parents though it was funny to call her None of Your Business.. yes thats right they were cruel. I only know this because I saw her license and her mom came to one of the classes and explained that they liked to say that to people when asked what the name of their child was. But come on how was she supposed to live up to that name. Thats like a skinny pale nerd having the name of Rex..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what really is in a name? Today I contemplated changing my name but the paper work for it was too much and decided I was content with the name Yvette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I did change my name here are somethings I came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Anne&lt;/span&gt;-simple and sweet "aww look theres Anne"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Victoria&lt;/span&gt;-sounds powerful..."heres comes VICTORIA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Maria&lt;/span&gt;-after my mother but ohh so common for a mexican female name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zoey&lt;/span&gt;-but that kind of sounds like a character from fraggle rock and I could only imaging it coming out of my mother with her accent it would change to "soy" and now I am name after soy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said i'll keep my name and if you have a problem with it...step off cause I dont like you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of the Day:&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=hetero+lifemate"&gt;Hetero lifemate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890185284933292920-7240516593915954310?l=thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com/feeds/7240516593915954310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=890185284933292920&amp;postID=7240516593915954310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/890185284933292920/posts/default/7240516593915954310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/890185284933292920/posts/default/7240516593915954310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com/2007/08/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>thislifesucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872387340943451047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15039225971880257311'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890185284933292920.post-8799146113915162969</id><published>2007-08-23T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T10:47:37.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Happy People of Blogger World</title><content type='html'>Hello Happy People,&lt;br /&gt;Well this is my first "official" blog entry... I am quite excited to say.... well today as  I was at work i realized my life sucks. I know I know..you are probably thinking what the hell is she talking about...my own life sucks and is probably worse.lol well maybe your not thinking that but I can assume what I want to assume. Anyway back to my problems...so I realized hmmm do I want to continue my job..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job Desciption...&lt;br /&gt;Assistant Property Manager/Accountant/Real Estate Agent/Office Bitch&lt;br /&gt;I sit in an office thats as big as my restroom at home with three other people... I am slowly becoming claustrophobic. My chair is  lower than the desk and there are boxes everywhere..and I mean everywhere... it looks like a hurricane hit the office and had no mercy. The people that work in the office(excluding the people that are in my direct office) have sticks up their asses...I kid you not they even walk funny from the pressure of the stick so far up their anuses that i believe its creating a rash. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really now..I never really pictured myself as someone who was someones office bitch... I think when I envisioned graduating college I envisioned having an office somewhere and having my own bitch..currently not the case. Maybe I should become a personal assistant and be paid to actually be someones bitch and it probably pays more...&lt;br /&gt;I know this isnt making sense then again its my blog it doesn't need to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So future job possibilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lion Trainer-Im sure I can train a lion before I am lunch&lt;br /&gt;Golf Ball fetcher-i would probably get discounts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porn Star&lt;/span&gt;-wait i am not that comfortable with myself&lt;br /&gt;Pole Dancer-been there done that tips arent that great&lt;br /&gt;Food Tester-i am fat...dont need more food&lt;br /&gt;Anthropologist-umm i love my curling iron and hot showers&lt;br /&gt;Youth Leader-Would you trust me with you kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm well till I figure this out i'll stick with what I have..If you have any Suggestions Please post a comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS...&lt;br /&gt;WORD of the DAY is.....Douche &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=douche"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890185284933292920-8799146113915162969?l=thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com/feeds/8799146113915162969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=890185284933292920&amp;postID=8799146113915162969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/890185284933292920/posts/default/8799146113915162969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/890185284933292920/posts/default/8799146113915162969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thislifesucksforme.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-happy-people-of-blogger-world.html' title='Hello Happy People of Blogger World'/><author><name>thislifesucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872387340943451047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15039225971880257311'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>