<?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-11655266</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:57:00.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Rambling about Nothing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisceb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11655266/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisceb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chris B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192704228156064635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/4309/200/January%2021,%202003.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11655266.post-111374768423994157</id><published>2005-04-17T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T07:21:24.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee....how do I love thee, let me count the ways</title><content type='html'>I guess you 'could' say I have an addictive personality.  I used to bite my nails, I've struggled with my weight since puberty, I pick at my cuticles, and...well, I should be wearing a name badge that says "Hi, my name is Christine and I'm a coffee Addict".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't drink it all day, because the caffeine really affects me.  But OMG If I don't get those 2 cups in the morning I would probably go buy some from a dealer on the streets!  It's like my crack fix!  I must have it, if I don't have it, I panic and go to the nearest place that I can get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I am a coffee snob.  No McDonald's coffee, no duncan donuts coffee...and I'm not really even ineterested in Starbuck's coffee anymore....although their frozen heartattack in a cup is off the charts unbelievable!  But their hot coffee is just bitter and burned tasting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do I like my coffee?   I like it with just a bit of flavored creamer.  I don't like real cream because it ends up tasting a bit soured once it hits that scalding hot coffee.  But in a restaurant where I don't have my option of Cinnamon Hazelnut "fake" cream, then yes, I"ll use a half a packet of equal and some half and half. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost like a dessert to me!  So rich, creamy and just a touch of sweetness.  I crave it in the mornings.!  It's not breakfast without that creamy cinnamony brew sitting next to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't like flavored coffees.  I like ot add my flavor.  I also dont' like super strong coffee.  I like a mild, smooth blend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have a lady I met around the holidays which has become a customer of mine who OWNS a coffee company.  She gets the beans right from the roasters from all over the globe.  She's got me addicted!  It's organic coffee, and she grinds and delivers 2 pounds to me about every 4-6 weeks.  It's a bit pricy but so workth it.  I get 2 lbs for $20. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's the cool part...well, there's 2 cool parts.  1 is, it's so smooth and mild that I NEVER EVER get heartburn or acid reflux with it anymore.  Like I did with Folger's, Starbuck's etc.  AND, the second best part is, we barter!  I get coffee, she gets The Body Shop products!  It ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batering is so awesomely cool! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there's my admission to being a coffee addict.  I'm so glad to find out that the medical commuinty is finding that coffee is actually good for you, and the pro's outweigh the con's.  I've given up chocolate, fried foods, most junkfood, the sun, expensive shoes and pizza...I'm glad to know I don't have to give up my coffee addiction!  Not to mention, it's cheaper than shoes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11655266-111374768423994157?l=chrisceb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisceb.blogspot.com/feeds/111374768423994157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11655266&amp;postID=111374768423994157' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11655266/posts/default/111374768423994157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11655266/posts/default/111374768423994157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisceb.blogspot.com/2005/04/coffeehow-do-i-love-thee-let-me-count.html' title='Coffee....how do I love thee, let me count the ways'/><author><name>Chris B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192704228156064635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/4309/200/January%2021,%202003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11655266.post-111275384705036438</id><published>2005-04-05T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T19:17:27.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My job makes me crazy sometimes!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I really do love my job.  See, I'm a The Body Shop at Home consultant.  I go to women's houses where they've invited their friends to a Girl's Night Out (GNO).  I bring foot tubs, towels, washcloths and all the great The Body Shop products and the ladies get to shop from their seat while they soak thier feet (no I didn't make that up!).  I teach them how to take care of their skin, and they buy the products they fall in love wiht, become addicts and end up customers for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE WHAT I DO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a self proclaimed beauty product whore.  No, I dont' say that at a GNO!  I use the term..."addict" vs. whore...it just sounds a bit...well, a bit more 'professional'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I do love my job, but part of my job is that I ask women to host a GNO.  It's not hard...I just say "so, did you have fun tonight?  Great!  So when are we scheduleing your GNO for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually book 2 to 3 GNO's per every GNO I do.  Here's where the problem comes in.  I'm getting so many cancellations and reschedlings it's making me sick!  I "THINK" I have 12 gno's on the books for the month and then BOOM!  All of a sudden people are cancelling and rescheduling and now I'm down to 7-8?  I mean, I'm not so stupid to think that there will NEVER be anyone who cancels or reschedules...but it's like they don't respect my time or energy.  I really work hard to help my hostesses earn all the free products that I possibly can.  The Body Shop at Home gives away so much free stuff it's sickening!  Most hostesses with a little effort and 10-12 guests can earn well over $150 in FREE products.  I just don't get it why so many of them will commit to a date, and then back out at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just the type of person who does what they say they're going to do.  Long and short of it.  So I guess I expect the same from others, which probably means my expectations are much too high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I guess everyone, with ANY job faces frustrations and irriatations.  I mean, I don't have a boss, I don't have to clock in, I have my OWN schedule, I work when I want to and I make GOOD money doing it.  It's actually sick how much I earn per hour doing something I love so much.  So if this is the only irritation that I have with my job, then maybe I shoudl quit bitching and suck it up and deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you just witnessed me giving myself a peptalk...sad...I know ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11655266-111275384705036438?l=chrisceb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisceb.blogspot.com/feeds/111275384705036438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11655266&amp;postID=111275384705036438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11655266/posts/default/111275384705036438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11655266/posts/default/111275384705036438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisceb.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-job-makes-me-crazy-sometimes.html' title='My job makes me crazy sometimes!'/><author><name>Chris B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192704228156064635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/4309/200/January%2021,%202003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11655266.post-111220752058739269</id><published>2005-03-30T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T10:32:00.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's spring break and I've not killed anyone yet...</title><content type='html'>OMG what in the heck am I going to do this summer when the kids are home for 10 weeks?  It's only day 3 of spring break and I'm ready to tie them up and throw them in the closet~  That does sound horrible, and I know it.  But OMG I'm not used to having them around 24/7.  It's hard to keep them occupied all day every day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we're getting out of thise house and going to lunch and to the movies.  Maybe Friday we'll go to my mom's house and swim.  Yes swim.  We live in FLorida, so the pool is just about warm enough to go swimming.  The kids got in briefly on easter...crazy kids!  Brrr...75 is way too cold for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11655266-111220752058739269?l=chrisceb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisceb.blogspot.com/feeds/111220752058739269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11655266&amp;postID=111220752058739269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11655266/posts/default/111220752058739269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11655266/posts/default/111220752058739269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisceb.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-spring-break-and-ive-not-killed.html' title='It&apos;s spring break and I&apos;ve not killed anyone yet...'/><author><name>Chris B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192704228156064635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/4309/200/January%2021,%202003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11655266.post-111201800630819255</id><published>2005-03-28T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T06:14:01.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter is an interesting holiday...</title><content type='html'>Ya know, Easter and Christmas are always interesting holidays to me. A majority of the US celebrate Easter and Christmas because of bogus characters that man has created to take the emphasis off of the true meaning of these holidays. Either that, or to give non-believers a reason to celebrate along with the Christians. Pagan as the Easter Bunny may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family being some of the non-believers that just celebrate Easter because you're supposed to. Filled with egg hunts, colored hard boiled eggs and lots of candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying this is WRONG, it's just interesting to me that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scuz me while I finish another box of peeps ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y98/chrisceb/peep.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter was quite and simple this year for us. We always celebrate holidays at my mom's house because her house set up is just always more conducive to celebrations. Chicken Scallopini, huge salad and crusty bread rounded out our non-traditional Easter Dinner. I can't believe the kids ACTUALLY went swimming...the freaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumping in the pool, playing on the floats...the water was 75 degrees. Ahhh, the joys of living in Florida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's back to reality today. Conference calls, calling customers and laundry out the ying yang. Please...somebody...send that laundry fairy to my house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11655266-111201800630819255?l=chrisceb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisceb.blogspot.com/feeds/111201800630819255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11655266&amp;postID=111201800630819255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11655266/posts/default/111201800630819255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11655266/posts/default/111201800630819255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisceb.blogspot.com/2005/03/easter-is-interesting-holiday.html' title='Easter is an interesting holiday...'/><author><name>Chris B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192704228156064635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/4309/200/January%2021,%202003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11655266.post-111201995483892849</id><published>2005-03-28T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T06:25:54.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Nail Polish</title><content type='html'>Can you believe my mom is &lt;strong&gt;60 years old &lt;/strong&gt;and has never ever, not once in her life painted her toe nails&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; red&lt;/span&gt;? Not EVER! That, to me...a self proclaimed beauty product addict, is a crying shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never actually knew about this fashion faux paux until this weekend while I was at her house painting my own toe nails in OPI &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cajun Shrimp&lt;/span&gt;...my most favorite summer color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y98/chrisceb/31294b6e.bmp" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y98/chrisceb/31294b6e.bmp" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y98/chrisceb/31294b6e.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her enough was enough and what did she have to lose! So I treated her to a pedicure and painted her toe nails &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cajun Shrimp&lt;/span&gt;! She absolutely LOVES it! She keeps looking down going "OHHHHH! Look at my toes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her it makes you smile. You look down at your pretty, shiny toes and dadgum it, they just make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me she was going to wear open toed shoes all the time now ;) I think I've created a monster...next thing I know she'll be piercing her belly button!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y98/chrisceb/81aaac3d.bmp" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11655266-111201995483892849?l=chrisceb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisceb.blogspot.com/feeds/111201995483892849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11655266&amp;postID=111201995483892849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11655266/posts/default/111201995483892849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11655266/posts/default/111201995483892849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisceb.blogspot.com/2005/03/red-nail-polish.html' title='Red Nail Polish'/><author><name>Chris B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192704228156064635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/4309/200/January%2021,%202003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11655266.post-111170818378264858</id><published>2005-03-24T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T15:49:43.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/4309/1024/peeps.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/4309/200/peeps.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a box of peeps every day can actually ward off depression, anxiety and of course Dr. Atkins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11655266-111170818378264858?l=chrisceb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisceb.blogspot.com/feeds/111170818378264858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11655266&amp;postID=111170818378264858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11655266/posts/default/111170818378264858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11655266/posts/default/111170818378264858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisceb.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-think-box-of-peeps-every-day-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192704228156064635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/4309/200/January%2021,%202003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11655266.post-111169049041692760</id><published>2005-03-24T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T06:33:19.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog addiction?</title><content type='html'>Ok, so everyone I KNOW has a 'blog'...did you know they added the word BLOG to the dictionary this year? Along with al Qaeda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, these friend of mine who started me on this blog thing. I'm not sure if I should curse them, or thank them. So maybe I'll just post links to their blogs so you can become addicted as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://glossthis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Liss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://valleygrrl.typepad.com/"&gt;Juls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://stacyknits.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stacy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and that first one up there...if you read about her opinion about peeps...it's just that...and opinion...peeps are only for the strong and brave *smile*...love ya liss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11655266-111169049041692760?l=chrisceb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisceb.blogspot.com/feeds/111169049041692760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11655266&amp;postID=111169049041692760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11655266/posts/default/111169049041692760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11655266/posts/default/111169049041692760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisceb.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-addiction.html' title='Blog addiction?'/><author><name>Chris B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192704228156064635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/4309/200/January%2021,%202003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11655266.post-111168861189553288</id><published>2005-03-24T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T10:23:31.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/4309/320/January 21, 20031.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/4309/200/January 21, 2003.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11655266-111168861189553288?l=chrisceb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisceb.blogspot.com/feeds/111168861189553288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11655266&amp;postID=111168861189553288' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11655266/posts/default/111168861189553288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11655266/posts/default/111168861189553288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisceb.blogspot.com/2005/03/yeah-thats-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192704228156064635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/4309/200/January%2021,%202003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11655266.post-111162230822370999</id><published>2005-03-23T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T15:58:28.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What next?</title><content type='html'>Good God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother fell again today.  I mean, what exactly is she thinking when she goes outside on a windy day without her cane or walker.  She drives me completely mad with the whole martyr thing.  "oh, you're too busy"  "no, I'll pay someone to take me, you're too tired all the time".  I mean...isn't that what family does for each other?  Isn't that what makes the difference between family and the rest of the universe?  You go above and beyond for your own blood.  You just do. It's like this unwritten law or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your family needs you, you just do what you need to do.  You just do what you have to do, no matter if your tired, sick, busy.  I mean...everyone ELSE in the family gets that...why doesn't she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the need for retail therapy after today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11655266-111162230822370999?l=chrisceb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisceb.blogspot.com/feeds/111162230822370999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11655266&amp;postID=111162230822370999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11655266/posts/default/111162230822370999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11655266/posts/default/111162230822370999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisceb.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-next.html' title='What next?'/><author><name>Chris B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192704228156064635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/4309/200/January%2021,%202003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11655266.post-111162096873520849</id><published>2005-03-23T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T15:38:22.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about time I start Blogging.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;So...this is a blog? I guess it's about time I catch up with the times and start my own blog. I kind of feel like a blog is nothing more than a Seinfeld episode but online. Just random thought about nothing. So here it is...my blog. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11655266-111162096873520849?l=chrisceb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisceb.blogspot.com/feeds/111162096873520849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11655266&amp;postID=111162096873520849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11655266/posts/default/111162096873520849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11655266/posts/default/111162096873520849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisceb.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-about-time-i-start-blogging.html' title='It&apos;s about time I start Blogging.'/><author><name>Chris B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192704228156064635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/4309/200/January%2021,%202003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
