<?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-11124782</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:38:09.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good fortune</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedutchess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124782/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedutchess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the dutchess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15887584097363291755</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11124782.post-111015217354186939</id><published>2005-03-06T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T09:01:40.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad blogger, I know...</title><content type='html'>So my boss left on Friday for a new company. I'm nervous about the transition. The other SPM is only in the office one day a week. Are the DPMs ready to take on this much responsibility? How much will be delegated my way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two big deadlines at work within two days of each other. "You might have to stay nights and weekends." Uhm, no. You don't pay me enough. (Seriously. And I'm overdue for a review. This is getting ridiculous.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see the St. Patrick's Day parade. Outstanding fun. Some highlights: 1. The Dubliner cheese semi. No one passing out stuff. No one being festive. Just a big cheese truck in the middle of the parade. 2. The moon-walking pirate mime. I think that speaks for itself. 3. The Shamrock float where an extremely unhappy child was dressed up as a shamrock and made to dance to a song called "Chihuahua." You know that kid's going to need therapy in ten years. 4. The Corgie that had sunglasses. I love dogs in funny costumes. 5. The Yorkie that was advertising some guy running for sheriff. Now, I wasn't planning on voting in that election but the little dog wearing a little hat totally did it for me. I shall vote for you, dear Ken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the parade we ended up at Founder's, a great little micro-brew pub. A bagpipe rock band was playing and while it sounds horrendous, was actually quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...I've been running my arse off at the gym. My jeans are finally getting loose. This whole "health" thing is overrated, in my opinion. Friday I really really wanted to sit around on my couch with a bag full of cookies and maybe some Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's. (They brought back my two favorite flavors of all time - chocolate peanut butter cookie dough and s'mores.) Instead I was sweating a gross amount at the gym with my trainer. I know it's good for me but ick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone else seen the episode of the Surreal Life where Mini-me gets wasted, drives his scooter into the corner and then starts pissing all over the place? HYSTERICAL. LOVE it! Someone said that they thought it was sad. I think if anyone was drunk enough to drive a scooter&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;naked&lt;/strong&gt; into an exercise room, knowing that they were on national television and then proceed to piss himself? Well...I think it's discriminatory if we DON'T laugh at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents got a new Westie today. His name is Westmoreland or "Wes". I like to call him Stinky because the dog has some stomach issues. But he's a good pup and loves to sit in my lap so...welcome to the family, Wes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kiss me hard&lt;br /&gt;Because this will be the last time that I’ll let you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11124782-111015217354186939?l=thedutchess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedutchess.blogspot.com/feeds/111015217354186939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11124782&amp;postID=111015217354186939' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124782/posts/default/111015217354186939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124782/posts/default/111015217354186939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedutchess.blogspot.com/2005/03/bad-blogger-i-know.html' title='Bad blogger, I know...'/><author><name>the dutchess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15887584097363291755</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11124782.post-110973563914492671</id><published>2005-03-01T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T20:02:35.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bon nuit, mes amis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Finally got to Ben's Chili Bowl (&lt;a href="http://www.benschilibowl.com"&gt;www.benschilibowl.com&lt;/a&gt;). The half-smoke was awesome except that when I asked for extra mustard the dude put so much on that the bun basically disintegrated and I stained my fingers yellow. Totally worth it though. That's one awesome weiner. Heh. "Weiner." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Went to Cafe Saint-Ex (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.saint-ex.com"&gt;www.saint-ex.com&lt;/a&gt;) for a drink after dinner. Yummy chimay beers. Met the owner - nice enough fellow. Felt bad that we kicked their Stella keg. One of my boys at work called it a yuppie hangout. I can live with that. Reminds me of the Crown in Belfast. Beautiful, warm, cozy, and generally lovely. Chatted up the dude next to me at the bar. Quite cute in a "I wear black turtlenecks and read books even though I'm a body-builder" type. I wanted to ask for his number but according to "He's Just Not That Into You" if he wanted to get in touch with me, he would have asked from mine. 2005 is going to be my year, damn it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm afraid that's all I've got today, dear reader.   Oh, I would really really love a cupcake right now. Yellow with chocolate icing and sprinkles. Oh the sprinkles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;If you could be my punk rock princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;I would be your garage band king.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11124782-110973563914492671?l=thedutchess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedutchess.blogspot.com/feeds/110973563914492671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11124782&amp;postID=110973563914492671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124782/posts/default/110973563914492671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124782/posts/default/110973563914492671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedutchess.blogspot.com/2005/03/bon-nuit-mes-amis.html' title='bon nuit, mes amis'/><author><name>the dutchess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15887584097363291755</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11124782.post-110964875962069180</id><published>2005-02-28T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T19:45:59.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>adios senor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So I found out today that my boss is leaving for a new position.  He's a good guy; a fair and decent boss.  He'll be missed.  This begs the more important question:  how the hell are we going to get anything done?  It's like the captain jumping overboard while dark clouds circle overhead.  Seriously, I don't know how the place will function without him.  Maybe they'll hire someone from the outside?  That's going to go over well.  Yeesh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Kabbalah candles.  I know.  I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt;.  But trust me when I say that the Kabbalah "Happiness" candle is amazing.  I don't know how to describe it - sort of a sparkly citrus.  Sprite as a candle?  Totally worth the $22.  And we wonder why the dutchess is poor.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Oscars.  Blah.  I didn't watch - did anyone?  I haven't seen Million Dollar Baby, Ray, Hotel Rwanda, The Sea Inside, Vera Drake, The Aviator, or The Incredibles.  Not much you can say there - I swear I've been to some movies this year...I just can't remember what.  Oo - "Bride and Prejudice" - the Bollywood musical version of Pride and Prejudice.  Totally fun and a wicked good time.  Seriously.  Anyway - Oscars - I did see Kate Winslet for a seond and she was flawless, as usual.  I totally have a girl crush on her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Worked out with le Marquis today.  I did this move which worked the back of my thighs.  Ow ow ow.  And then I totally ruined it by munching down on some de-li-cious pierogies.  Yeah, Polish food.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Don't I hold you like you want to be held?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Don't I please you like you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Don't I love you like you want to be loved?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And you're running away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11124782-110964875962069180?l=thedutchess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedutchess.blogspot.com/feeds/110964875962069180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11124782&amp;postID=110964875962069180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124782/posts/default/110964875962069180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124782/posts/default/110964875962069180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedutchess.blogspot.com/2005/02/adios-senor.html' title='adios senor'/><author><name>the dutchess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15887584097363291755</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11124782.post-110954403203850813</id><published>2005-02-27T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T15:00:38.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome welcome...</title><content type='html'>So hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm incredibly narcissistic so I feel the need to start a blog so that people will finally get to hear the things that are going on in my head. Because they're sooo important. They are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a crucial part of my life. I'm living in a town house with two roommates. My lease is up in July. Two weeks ago my company laid off half the people in my department. I never really planned on staying more than a year with my company. (I'm in IT.) But now I'm freaking out a little. I have basically no savings (thanks to Banana Republic being within walking distance from my house) and while my job is pretty much a Dilbert cartoon crossed with Office Space, at least I have health care, a 401k (I'm freakishly well organized retirement-wise), and a steady paycheck. I have always wanted to go into a government position with well, more interesting (read: secret) work so I applied to about a billion military and federal agency positions around Christmas. Now I'm in the RESUMIX hell. Those of you who've been there are nodding your heads. Those who haven't are quite confused. Google it - I'm not going to explain. Anyway...I want to do something else with my life but I just can't seem to get anywhere to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months ago I was seeing someone who totally dumped my ass. That sucked but I thought I was dealing with it quite well. I did the angry crying thing and then was like, eh...whatever... Well, flash forward to about two weeks ago. See him for the first time at a concert and let me tell you, dear reader, it was weird and awkward as all hell. I totally tried to be cool but it was just...terrible. Anyway now I'm having dreams about him. I'll recap last night's since it's the freshest in my mind. In my dream I'm dating a Norwegian DJ who happens to be the boy's roommate. Very happy with the DJ. Then the boy decides to buy me all these fabulous presents and leaves them on my bed with cards attached. All of the cards say something along the lines of "I don't think we should see each other...blah blah blah..." And then the boy and I have this incredibly passionate kiss before he tells me he hates me and that he never wants to see me again. Sweet Jesus...my subconscious is working overtime to make me feel inadequate, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...that's all for now. I'm off to the gym to get my ass on a treadmill and work off all the liquor I had last night at the Kings of Leon concert. More on that later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There's no rhyme and there's no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You're the secret in the back of my skull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There's no logic, so please believe me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My love's confusing but it never gets dull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11124782-110954403203850813?l=thedutchess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedutchess.blogspot.com/feeds/110954403203850813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11124782&amp;postID=110954403203850813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124782/posts/default/110954403203850813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124782/posts/default/110954403203850813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedutchess.blogspot.com/2005/02/welcome-welcome.html' title='Welcome welcome...'/><author><name>the dutchess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15887584097363291755</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
