<?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-6113969</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:29:36.591-07:00</updated><category term='interesting links'/><title type='text'>.be happy for this moment.this moment is your life.</title><subtitle type='html'>I need something to hold on to.  Not just for a little while. Long enough to make me stop feeling like I'm on a teeter-totter, and every time my toes touch solid ground, a bully at the other end hunkers down, and up I go again. ~Suzann Ledbetter (North of Clever)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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>261</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113969.post-2076785369457422134</id><published>2008-01-05T12:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T12:50:47.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T.I.M.E.</title><summary type='text'>Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way Tired of lying in the sunshine Staying home to watch the rain And you are young and life is long And there is time to kill today And then one day you find Ten years have got behind you No one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/2076785369457422134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=2076785369457422134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/2076785369457422134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/2076785369457422134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2008/01/time.html' title='T.I.M.E.'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-1322514759720659812</id><published>2007-09-15T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T17:10:56.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Changes.</title><summary type='text'>Growing up.  They say you never stop growing - the whole "always grow, grow all ways" thing rings true.  I find it hard to believe I won't ever take another university course, or live in HUB mall again.  I have all the "adult things" to worry about, things you don't even realize you have to deal with, until you are done school, and no longer have parents supporting you.  Health care, property </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/1322514759720659812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=1322514759720659812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/1322514759720659812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/1322514759720659812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2007/09/changes.html' title='.Changes.'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-8531234410534789660</id><published>2007-05-02T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T17:23:09.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective...</title><summary type='text'>1. Today is my parents 26th wedding anniversary.  That is pretty amazing these days.  I really hope when I do finally find the man of my dreams (lets be realistic...how about the man of my realities haha), I hope that I will have to opportunity and luck (or maybe just skilled communication) to spend at least that many years with him. 2. While my mom was driving me to work today she randomly drops</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/8531234410534789660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=8531234410534789660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/8531234410534789660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/8531234410534789660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2007/05/perspective.html' title='Perspective...'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v0Jrfwa-fxc/Rjkovg7jMhI/AAAAAAAAAAo/h4MNmWt1CQk/s72-c/IMG_1771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113969.post-3425657823464536878</id><published>2007-04-30T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T20:40:48.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Importance of Pants</title><summary type='text'>I'm at work today, touring another department of the hospital, when I and everyone else in the therapy room overhears this phone conversation (mainly because the guy was talking super loud...I'm pretty sure he was hard of hearing). "Hi."..."This is your father."..."Someone brought me the wrong pants.  I think they are your mother's."...."Well I can't do them up, so they don't stay up.  And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/3425657823464536878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=3425657823464536878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/3425657823464536878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/3425657823464536878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2007/04/importance-of-pants.html' title='The Importance of Pants'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-3221684433614967381</id><published>2007-02-27T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T16:03:01.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><summary type='text'>So, I'm moving back to Calgary on Friday, likely never to return to "The City of Champions" (???)...a.k.a. Edmonoton/Edmonchuck/Deadmonton, and over the past, well probably 2 weeks have gotten pretty sad about the whole situation. I moved here almost 4 years ago, a scared...well, little girl, and now I am leaving pretty much all grown up.  I don't really think I would trade any of my experiences </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/3221684433614967381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=3221684433614967381&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/3221684433614967381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/3221684433614967381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2007/02/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113969.post-3602024198440431211</id><published>2007-02-16T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T17:14:03.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>further evidence that I look young for my age</title><summary type='text'> So, I made my first, of I'm now sure to be many, trips to MAC earlier this week with Andrea.  It was a complete success, though an expensive one.  The girl that helped us was amazing, full of knowledge and fun ideas.  But I would just like to share one of our conversations......."Our grad is actually this weekend.""Oh really, what school do you go to?""The U of A.""You're in university?!?!""Yeah</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/3602024198440431211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=3602024198440431211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/3602024198440431211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/3602024198440431211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2007/02/further-evidence-that-i-look-young-for.html' title='further evidence that I look young for my age'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_v0Jrfwa-fxc/RdZHWKaaCxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/lqhQVAnS7zs/s72-c/d_200701_barbie_silhouette_128.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113969.post-2668039873730903956</id><published>2007-02-11T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T08:46:07.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE DO YOU PUT YOUR PURSE??</title><summary type='text'>This is something to think about ladies:Have you ever noticed gals who sit their purses on public restroom floors beside the toilet - and then go directly to their dining tables? Happens a lot! It's not always the 'restaurant food' that causes stomach distress.  Sometimes "what you don't know 'will' hurt you"! Read on...Mom got so upset when a guest came in the door and plopped their purses down </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/2668039873730903956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=2668039873730903956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/2668039873730903956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/2668039873730903956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2007/02/where-do-you-put-your-purse.html' title='WHERE DO YOU PUT YOUR PURSE??'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-571042111439275966</id><published>2007-02-09T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T08:45:34.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These boots were made for walking…</title><summary type='text'>We all remember the trudge to elementary school in the snow in our Sorels (or was it only me?). Dragging our heels all the way across the field felt like it took days. And now we wear shoes all year. Lots of people don’t even own boots, and if they do the boots are “fashionable” (uggs?) not the clodhopper Sorels of the past. Are the kids still trudging to school in their Sorel-like boots? Or is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/571042111439275966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=571042111439275966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/571042111439275966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/571042111439275966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2007/02/these-boots-were-made-for-walking.html' title='These boots were made for walking…'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-2331125828149650474</id><published>2007-01-28T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T22:40:02.547-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting links'/><title type='text'>Cataracts....</title><summary type='text'>this artist has painted her experience of having cataract surgery- a unique opportunity for others to understand what she saw...its pretty eye opening (no pun intended...)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/2331125828149650474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=2331125828149650474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/2331125828149650474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/2331125828149650474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2007/01/cataracts.html' title='Cataracts....'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-3911347406457523397</id><published>2007-01-14T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T11:18:25.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't let this mean old world get you down...</title><summary type='text'>I was listening to the vinyl cafe yesterday morning, and I really forgot how much I liked it. It really gives you the sense that there are still good people in the world that are caring and compassionate, and don't always think of themselves first. Stuart McLean (the host) was talking about how he had accidently called a wrong number and ended up talking to this 15 year old boy who's parents were</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/3911347406457523397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=3911347406457523397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/3911347406457523397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/3911347406457523397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2007/01/dont-let-this-mean-old-world-get-you.html' title='Don&apos;t let this mean old world get you down...'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_v0Jrfwa-fxc/Rapzz4wK-tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aPocP11MJeY/s72-c/IMG_0645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113969.post-116459174317038200</id><published>2006-11-26T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T18:42:23.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Essence Of Tusk</title><summary type='text'>I'm still finding this whole thing surreal. Even after the funeral, having some closure, part of me is not believing it. I think one of the minsters who spoke really captured what I, and I'm sure most people were feeling. That when we found out, we breathed in death and have been holding our breath ever since. Slowly, we need to start breathing in life again. That is what Connor would have wanted</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/116459174317038200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=116459174317038200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/116459174317038200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/116459174317038200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/11/essence-of-tusk.html' title='The Essence Of Tusk'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-116408324218546737</id><published>2006-11-20T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T21:28:11.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a melody, a memory, or just one picture....</title><summary type='text'>Rest in Peace Connor . . you will be missedThanks for the good times, and for being your fun loving self, even when you chipped your tooth :)---------------------------------------------------------Sat, November 18, 2006 Crash left a 17-year-old male  deadUPDATED: 2006-11-18 16:20:57 MSTBy SARAH  KENNEDY, CALGARY SUN     Charges are pending against a driver after an early morning crash left a  17</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/116408324218546737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=116408324218546737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/116408324218546737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/116408324218546737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/11/melody-memory-or-just-one-picture.html' title='a melody, a memory, or just one picture....'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-116270648798924732</id><published>2006-11-04T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T23:01:28.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...it makes it easier to know what i want with my hands open and my eyes open...</title><summary type='text'>I just got back from dinner/dessert with some of my really good friends; I would go so far as to say my best friends here in Edmonton.  And, as we usually do, we talk a lot about relationships, and frustrations related to lack of them/potential of them etc.  Along with this, and the “slap slap” in the comments a few posts back, I realize how lucky I am to have the friends I do, to keep me sane </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/116270648798924732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=116270648798924732&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/116270648798924732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/116270648798924732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-makes-it-easier-to-know-what-i-want.html' title='...it makes it easier to know what i want with my hands open and my eyes open...'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113969.post-116190537199531370</id><published>2006-10-26T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T16:29:32.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT</title><summary type='text'> Wishing I was at camp rather than trying to study for a  60% final. Yeah, thats right, 60% for 2 months of class.  Seriously?  I am not impressed. And then, oh it gets better! I get to volunteer making (well, hopefully wrapping, rather than cooking this time) burgers for random drunken eskies fans, even though the team is not even in the playoffs! All for the sake of making grad cheaper.  which </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/116190537199531370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=116190537199531370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/116190537199531370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/116190537199531370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/10/hnt.html' title='HNT'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-116172984884981506</id><published>2006-10-24T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T15:44:08.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here I go again I promised myself I wouldn't think of you todayIt's been seven months and countingYou've moved onI still feel exactly the sameIt's just that everywhere I go all the buildings know your nameLike photographs and memories of loveSteel and granite remindersThe city calls your name and I can't move onEver since you've been goneThe lights go out the sameThe only difference isYou call </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/116172984884981506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=116172984884981506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/116172984884981506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/116172984884981506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/10/here-i-go-again-i-promised-myself-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-116164578927442314</id><published>2006-10-23T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T16:23:09.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>your love's like tenesse tobacco - its killing me but all i want is more...</title><summary type='text'>I don't understand why classes like the one i had this afternoon put me in this "I need to be in a relationship to be happy" kind of mood. It was a class on sexuality and the elderly, and i'm pretty sure the last time i was in this kind of mood b/c of school it was another class on sexuality. I mean, how can i be, i guess jealous, of an elderly person, just beacuse they are in a relationship? it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/116164578927442314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=116164578927442314&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/116164578927442314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/116164578927442314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/10/your-loves-like-tenesse-tobacco-its.html' title='your love&apos;s like tenesse tobacco - its killing me but all i want is more...'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113969.post-116153962941708906</id><published>2006-10-22T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T10:53:49.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..Great Truths..</title><summary type='text'>Funniest, most random thing I have heard in a while was walking to the pool on thursday...these 2 guys are walking out of the gym, and one of them is like "I'm debating on whether or not to shower"... and just for a visual, this guy has about a foot wide ring of sweat around the neck line of his t-shirt.  All I can think, is "Do you even need to think that? SERIOUSLY"-----------------------------</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/116153962941708906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=116153962941708906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/116153962941708906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/116153962941708906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/10/great-truths.html' title='..Great Truths..'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-116052279760832540</id><published>2006-10-10T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T17:00:34.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch...</title><summary type='text'>Yikes - this poor guy had part of his nose bitten for no apparent reason....who does that?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/116052279760832540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=116052279760832540&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/116052279760832540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/116052279760832540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/10/ouch.html' title='ouch...'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113969.post-116000132497912864</id><published>2006-10-04T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T15:35:25.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays...</title><summary type='text'>From here...30 November 1985Your date of conception was on or about 9 March 1985 which was a Saturday.You were born on a Saturday under the astrological sign Sagittarius.Your Life path number is 1.The Life Path 1 suggests that you entered this plane with skills allowing you to become a leader type rather easily. Your nature is charged with individualistic desires, a demand for independence, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/116000132497912864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=116000132497912864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/116000132497912864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/116000132497912864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/10/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays...'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-115991459796235995</id><published>2006-10-03T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T15:29:57.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Norwalk? Seriously people...</title><summary type='text'>Don't you think that by the time you reach university you have had "wash your hands after you use the washroom" drilled into your head more than enough?  And that if you are in university you would be smart enough to do this anyway?  Apparently not.  Someone likely chose not to wash their hands resulting in this.  Students in a residence I sadly admit to living in at one time, suffering from "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/115991459796235995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=115991459796235995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/115991459796235995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/115991459796235995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/10/norwalk-seriously-people.html' title='Norwalk? Seriously people...'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-115941790692263007</id><published>2006-09-27T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T21:31:46.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Peeve of the Day...</title><summary type='text'>People that ride their bikes on the sidewalk, and DON'T USE THEIR BELLS. I don't know how many times, walking to or from class, or going on a run that I've almost been run over by a bike. You shouldn't be riding your bike on the sidewalk anyway...part of me seems to remember it being illegal?? Yeah, and you have to have a bell on your bike, so why don't you use it idiot - so you don't give me a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/115941790692263007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=115941790692263007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/115941790692263007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/115941790692263007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/09/pet-peeve-of-day_115941790692263007.html' title='Pet Peeve of the Day...'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-115827469896034989</id><published>2006-09-14T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T15:58:18.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/115827469896034989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=115827469896034989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/115827469896034989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/115827469896034989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/09/myheritage-create-your-own-celebrity.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-115068304329264150</id><published>2006-06-18T19:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T19:10:43.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is a skiing video a buddy of my brother's made this spring at Sunshine.  I highly recommend you check it out! And if you know the song in the background - please let me know what it is!!!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/115068304329264150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=115068304329264150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/115068304329264150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/115068304329264150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-is-skiing-video-buddy-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-114835097267948766</id><published>2006-05-22T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T19:22:52.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>is there no eternal life....?</title><summary type='text'>I’ve posted about age before…but I think this is a little different. I was out at Fairmont hot springs this weekend with my (partially extended) family.  It is a tradition to spend the May long weekend in Fairmont, and we have been going there for as long as I can remember (probably since I was…4 or 5 years old – I’m not exactly sure).  Anyway, the past few years have yielded changes in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/114835097267948766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=114835097267948766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/114835097267948766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/114835097267948766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/05/is-there-no-eternal-life.html' title='is there no eternal life....?'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-114792234107050988</id><published>2006-05-17T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T20:25:11.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, so this is another not so great post, i know that already, and i haven't really started writing it yet haha. Placement has been good so far, i'm really stoked for the hand therapy stuff i get to do. neuro stuff is good, but since i already had a placement in it, its not really much new i guess. though maybe that means i should get to do a bit more sooner, rather than just observing, which is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/114792234107050988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=114792234107050988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/114792234107050988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/114792234107050988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/05/ok-so-this-is-another-not-so-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-114765034040982964</id><published>2006-05-14T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T16:45:40.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eeek! Sorry guys for the lack of posting - i'm pretty sure the last 2 weeks were my most stressful ever (and i've got the acne breakout to show for it...frick)! I am hoping to write an actual (good) post soon, but I am going to be pretty busy still.  I'm starting my placement/practicum/clinical tomorrow at 8am woop woop, so i'm pretty excited, but also a bit nervous...so i'll let you know how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/114765034040982964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=114765034040982964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/114765034040982964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/114765034040982964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/05/eeek-sorry-guys-for-lack-of-posting-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-114520190172646172</id><published>2006-04-16T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T08:38:21.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!!</title><summary type='text'>Hey Guys,I hope your Easter is much more enjoyable than mine will be! boo to exams...check out the link : http://home.ptd.net/~k3ph/alayin.swf:)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/114520190172646172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=114520190172646172&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/114520190172646172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/114520190172646172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!!'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113969.post-114494761017132914</id><published>2006-04-13T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T15:57:52.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy HNT, the rippers, last day of classes and some music</title><summary type='text'>(If you guys haven’t already you should check out the comments on my last post…)So, first of all – Prince Harry and his strip club antics. I don’t understand why it is such a big deal he went to a strip club with his friends to celebrate the end of his army training. Guys go to the rippers all the time, so why is it such a big deal when a member of the royal family goes? I don’t think that just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/114494761017132914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=114494761017132914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/114494761017132914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/114494761017132914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-hnt-rippers-last-day-of-classes.html' title='Happy HNT, the rippers, last day of classes and some music'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-114447795741032258</id><published>2006-04-07T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T23:41:08.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so what if I never hold you...or kiss your lips again?</title><summary type='text'>part of me thinks i'm over you...and then i think about what could have been, and wonder if i really am. I would have been fine with you not being around all the time - you told me from the start, so its not like it was a real shock to me or anything. I wish you realized that it would have been a challenge, but we could have made it work. I think it was actually you i fell for, considering how i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/114447795741032258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=114447795741032258&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/114447795741032258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/114447795741032258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-what-if-i-never-hold-youor-kiss.html' title='so what if I never hold you...or kiss your lips again?'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113969.post-114376563963250596</id><published>2006-03-30T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T17:40:39.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy HNT</title><summary type='text'>.... yeah I've been slacking off I know, but apparently no one really noticed/cared.so, went to andrea's bday party last thursday.  got pretty drunk and ate a lot of chocolate and spinach dip (had to make up for everything i couldn't have on my cleanse).  Jaymes was there.  kinda just didn't end up talking, but i wouldn't really say it was avoidance, more of just we were talking to different </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/114376563963250596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=114376563963250596&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/114376563963250596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/114376563963250596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-hnt.html' title='happy HNT'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113969.post-114369832705266114</id><published>2006-03-29T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T22:58:47.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RED BUTTON...</title><summary type='text'>check this out...I guarantee it will keep you occupied for, well i'm not sure how long.  just do it. hahaP.S. anyone know any lifeguards? put them in touch with me PLEASE!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/114369832705266114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=114369832705266114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/114369832705266114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/114369832705266114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/03/red-button.html' title='RED BUTTON...'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-114329919490127979</id><published>2006-03-25T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T08:06:34.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMETIMES</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes...when you cry... no one sees your tears.Sometimes...when you are in pain... no one sees your hurt.Sometimes...when you are worried... no one sees your stress.Sometimes...when you are happy... no one sees your smile.- But FART!!just ONE time.. And everybody knows!!Gotcha!!You thought it was going to be one of those heart-touching stories!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/114329919490127979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=114329919490127979&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/114329919490127979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/114329919490127979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/03/sometimes.html' title='SOMETIMES'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113969.post-114237595091719294</id><published>2006-03-14T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T15:47:19.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men are like....</title><summary type='text'>1. Men are like Laxatives ... They irritate the crap out of you.2. Men are like Bananas ... The older they get, the less firm they are.3. Men are like Weather ... Nothing can be done to change them.4. Men are like Blenders ... You need One, but you're not quite sure why.5. Men are like Chocolate Bars .... Sweet, smooth, &amp; they usually head right for your hips.6. Men are like Commercials ... You </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/114237595091719294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=114237595091719294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/114237595091719294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/114237595091719294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/03/men-are-like.html' title='Men are like....'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-114217941454993705</id><published>2006-03-12T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T09:03:37.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yup, definitely jinxed things.  I am once again single...suprise suprise. why did he have to be so honest and nice about it (not that i wanted him to be a jerk).  I'm just effing upset (obviously).  ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/114217941454993705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=114217941454993705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/114217941454993705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/114217941454993705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/03/yup-definitely-jinxed-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-114188179700144627</id><published>2006-03-08T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T23:47:46.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy HNT and the first letter...Denise's Secret</title><summary type='text'>To “some pipeline guy”…I wish you didn’t see yourself that way, because, even if that is what you do, that doesn’t really make it who you are – at least in my opinion. Over the past month and a bit you have treated me better than any other guy up to the present. You have called regularly, even when you were going out with the guys, or had a tiring day. You are the first guy to actually listen to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/114188179700144627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=114188179700144627&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/114188179700144627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/114188179700144627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-hnt-and-first-letterdenises.html' title='Happy HNT and the first letter...Denise&apos;s Secret'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113969.post-114126419771394730</id><published>2006-03-01T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T18:49:57.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haha...so hilarious</title><summary type='text'>There was a cucumber, a pickle, and a penis sitting aroundtalking about how their lives sucked.The cucumber says "Man, my life sucks. When I get big, fat,and Juicy, they cut me up and stick me on a salad".The pickle looks at him and says, "You think you have it bad? When I get big, fat, and juicy, they stick me in vinegar, put spices on me, and stick me in a jar".The penis looks at him and says, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/114126419771394730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=114126419771394730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/114126419771394730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/114126419771394730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/03/hahaso-hilarious.html' title='haha...so hilarious'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-114105539271888767</id><published>2006-02-27T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T08:49:52.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow...that is just amazing</title><summary type='text'>Check out this video.  It just blows my mind how talented some people can be with just minimal media (the only things used were sand and a projector).  I was sitting here eating my breakfast, and I think I just stopped and stared for a good couple minutes, and totally forgot what it was I was doing.  Take a look, and tell me what you think.  Its amazing and inspiring how far creativity will go...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/114105539271888767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=114105539271888767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/114105539271888767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/114105539271888767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/02/wowthat-is-just-amazing.html' title='wow...that is just amazing'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-114023544460308235</id><published>2006-02-17T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T21:04:04.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TEN FIRSTS:First Best Friend: Samantha LathropFirst Screen Name: DeniseicleFirst Pet: A cat named SpookyFirst Piercing: Ears, in grade 6 (“grad” present)First Crush: Umm, probably Morgan Greenwood, but “true” crush would definitely be Cory MysiukFirst CD: Celine Dion, probably…or maybe it was the Titanic soundtrackFirst Car: hmm, well considering I don’t have my own car yet, I guess it would be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/114023544460308235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=114023544460308235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/114023544460308235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/114023544460308235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/02/ten-firsts-first-best-friend-samantha.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-114014706251816580</id><published>2006-02-16T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T20:31:02.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gateway Purity Test</title><summary type='text'>Well, here it is...just how pure are you? according to the wonderful U of A Gateway that is haha.  Check it out!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/114014706251816580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=114014706251816580&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/114014706251816580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/114014706251816580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/02/gateway-purity-test.html' title='The Gateway Purity Test'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113969.post-114010290797508477</id><published>2006-02-16T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T20:31:56.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT #3</title><summary type='text'>Anyway, so totally can't stop grinning apparently "Jaymes is (and I quote) "like a little schoolgirl about Denise"...aka he is infatuated lol" yeah, thats right (and now that i may have jinxed everything...)I am still grinning, and a definite smitten kitten (and of course I get this information in the middle of studying for my psychosoc. midterm last night...eek! and now i have to go write it (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/114010290797508477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=114010290797508477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/114010290797508477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/114010290797508477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/02/hnt-3.html' title='HNT #3'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-113998557660460841</id><published>2006-02-14T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T23:39:36.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haha, oh man</title><summary type='text'>check this one out....made me laugh, b/c its so true!!hope everyone had a sweet V-day (even though it is a dumb commercial holiday)!D.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/113998557660460841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=113998557660460841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113998557660460841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113998557660460841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/02/haha-oh-man.html' title='haha, oh man'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-113949695126221570</id><published>2006-02-09T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T08:09:55.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT</title><summary type='text'>well, if you don't know what it going on, click here for an explaination, and here is HNT #1anyway, this was the most awesome dress ever - and I really wish it still fit. I don't really know what is up there, b/c i don't think i've grown/gained weight, but i can't get the zipper over my ribs without some difficulty. anyway enough complaining, maybe my chest just grew... (and look at that scapula.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/113949695126221570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=113949695126221570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113949695126221570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113949695126221570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/02/hnt.html' title='HNT'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-113919620349970210</id><published>2006-02-05T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T20:23:23.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the Darwin awards...</title><summary type='text'>Darwin Awards 2005      In case you have been waiting breathlessly for this year'sDarwin Awards, here they are. The awards this year are, once again, truly classic. These awards are given each yearto bestow upon (the remains or estate of) that individual,who through single-minded self-sacrifice, has done the mostto remove undesirable elements from the human gene pool. Just think...until these </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/113919620349970210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=113919620349970210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113919620349970210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113919620349970210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-darwin-awards.html' title='oh the Darwin awards...'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-113917728409817293</id><published>2006-02-05T15:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T15:43:55.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah, thats right...</title><summary type='text'>Your Famous Movie Kiss is from Spiderman"I have always been standing in your doorway. Isn't it about time somebody saved your life?"What Famous Movie Kiss Are You?You are Betty GrableThe ulitmate girl next door. You're the perfect girl for most guys. Pretty yet approachable. Beautiful yet real.What Famous Pinup Are You?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/113917728409817293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=113917728409817293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113917728409817293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113917728409817293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/02/yeah-thats-right.html' title='yeah, thats right...'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-113891146874435526</id><published>2006-02-02T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T13:21:47.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Half-Nekkid Thursday</title><summary type='text'>ahh, ok - are you ready for the new fun game? I sure hope so haha. So, I won't give too much explaination, b/c you can just click on the link on the side thats says, *gasp* suprise suprise "Half-Nekkid Thursday" (&lt;--or click on that!)So i don't really have fun stories yet (that could be considered half-nekkid worthy), but we'll see if i decide to start including those on thursdays too.This pic is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/113891146874435526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=113891146874435526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113891146874435526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113891146874435526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/02/half-nekkid-thursday.html' title='Half-Nekkid Thursday'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-113848163049683372</id><published>2006-01-28T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T13:53:50.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so, i've found yet another blog to read (this is becoming an addiction...frick haha).  anyway, most of it is generally entertaining, but this particular post is just one of those that makes you think, and really proves that there is true love out there, that lasts a lifetime..."How often does one get to witness an act of pure love for another human being? Even something as undignified as wiping </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/113848163049683372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=113848163049683372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113848163049683372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113848163049683372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-ive-found-yet-another-blog-to-read.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-113842855514772754</id><published>2006-01-27T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T23:09:15.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so there's this boy...</title><summary type='text'>why is it so difficult to fall asleep in bed with another person...even though you are both super tired?  all i want is to fall asleep in his arms, because when i'm with him it just feels right...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/113842855514772754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=113842855514772754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113842855514772754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113842855514772754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-theres-this-boy.html' title='so there&apos;s this boy...'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-113817162668073072</id><published>2006-01-24T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T23:48:22.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lol</title><summary type='text'>haha...wow, that is awesomeso, things may be possibly (but i don't want to jinx anything) looking up *grinz*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/113817162668073072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=113817162668073072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113817162668073072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113817162668073072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/01/lol.html' title='lol'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-113764694877915449</id><published>2006-01-18T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T22:03:45.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chick flick moments I want...part 2</title><summary type='text'>8. to be sung to from the bleachers, while he is being chased by security … “you’re just to good to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you” (10 things I hate about you)9. to have an Elephant love medley in real life…and to be sung “your song” *sigh* oh Ewan McGreggor…. (Moulin Rouge) 10. kiss upside-down in the rain (Spiderman…and the OC) 11. to be sung to on an airplane… “wanna grow old with you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/113764694877915449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=113764694877915449&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113764694877915449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113764694877915449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/01/chick-flick-moments-i-wantpart-2.html' title='chick flick moments I want...part 2'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113969.post-113736926918908149</id><published>2006-01-15T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T16:54:29.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scariest moment of my life to date</title><summary type='text'>So I went out on friday night (after bowling with some OT friends, and one weird guy and another really nice, good looking friend of my friend..haha, anyway).  Me and Andrea (a friend from OT) met up with Lauren her b/f and all their eng friends at the Armory, and waited like seriously, no joke 2 hours to get in.  Finally we gave up, but a couple of them talked to the manager dude, and somehow </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/113736926918908149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=113736926918908149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113736926918908149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113736926918908149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/01/scariest-moment-of-my-life-to-date.html' title='scariest moment of my life to date'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-113718700076028402</id><published>2006-01-13T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T14:16:40.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas vacation - if anyone cares</title><summary type='text'>So, after the Danny Michel concert I headed home to Calgary.  I got to hang out with my favorite people (no offence to everyone else, but its kinda like the silver and gold thing…if you don’t know what I mean, just ask).  I went (Christmas) shopping with Kari, Sam and Marnie and managed to only buy a cd for myself…I’m a horrible daughter.  Haha well not actually, I made my mom some beeswax </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/113718700076028402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=113718700076028402&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113718700076028402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113718700076028402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/01/christmas-vacation-if-anyone-cares.html' title='christmas vacation - if anyone cares'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113969.post-113686507671621460</id><published>2006-01-09T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T20:51:16.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know if you guys have been reading waiter rant at all (since I posted about it), but this post is another gem (haha....can't believe i just said that...anyway)...have a read"I look out the window. The husband’s walking down the street blabbing on his cell phone. His wife follows ten paces behind. I suddenly remember a line from the Gospel, “For where your treasure is, there will your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/113686507671621460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=113686507671621460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113686507671621460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113686507671621460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-dont-know-if-you-guys-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-113506120668071436</id><published>2005-12-19T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T23:46:46.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just got back from the most amazing live show.  I went to see Danny Michel ("Mish-elle") with some OT girls...and oh man - he was freaking awesome.  I can't really explain, but he just put so much into performing live...chatted with the audience...it was just really really personal.  He went into these bits of improv too, which was amazing! He also had this thing that could loop parts of what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/113506120668071436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=113506120668071436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113506120668071436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113506120668071436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-just-got-back-from-most-amazing-live.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-113480409968114169</id><published>2005-12-17T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T00:21:39.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[Un]faithful</title><summary type='text'>wow...kinda speechless right now. just watched unfaithful. i don't really know how to put into words how it made me feel. it was just really powerful i guess. and i don't really see how, after seeing the concequences like that, why you would ever cheat. especially when you have such a cute kid....brilliant...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/113480409968114169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=113480409968114169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113480409968114169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113480409968114169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/12/unfaithful.html' title='[Un]faithful'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-113453629287729929</id><published>2005-12-13T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T21:58:12.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chick flick moments I want…</title><summary type='text'>1. to dance in the street, to only music we can hear (The Notebook)2. to be in 2 places at once (A Walk to Remember)3. to have a guy make me a garden on my rooftop (Just like Heaven)4. make out in the rain (The Notebook)5. animal crackers (Armageddon) 6. “Do you trust me…” (Titanic)7. actually, basically all the happy parts in the Notebook...hahahmmm…I thought I had more – I guess I will post </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/113453629287729929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=113453629287729929&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113453629287729929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113453629287729929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/12/chick-flick-moments-i-want.html' title='Chick flick moments I want…'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113969.post-113442658012071612</id><published>2005-12-12T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T15:32:50.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haha...so i only have 2 exams and still i procrastinate</title><summary type='text'>Your Eyes Should Be BrownYour eyes reflect: Depth and wisdomWhat's hidden behind your eyes: A tender heartWhat Color Should Your Eyes Be?..*well, I'm glad they are the colour they should be*..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/113442658012071612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=113442658012071612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113442658012071612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113442658012071612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/12/hahaso-i-only-have-2-exams-and-still-i.html' title='haha...so i only have 2 exams and still i procrastinate'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-113425346938605417</id><published>2005-12-10T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T15:29:27.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe Tomorrow...</title><summary type='text'>I've been down andI'm wondering whyThese little black cloudsKeep walking aroundWith meWith me  It wastes timeAnd I'd rather be highThink I'll walk me outsideAnd buy a rainbow smileBut be freeThey're all free  So maybe tomorrowI'll find my way homeSo maybe tomorrowI'll find my way home  I look around at a beautiful lifeBeen the upperside of downBeen the inside of outBut we breatheWe breathe  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/113425346938605417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=113425346938605417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113425346938605417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113425346938605417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/12/maybe-tomorrow.html' title='Maybe Tomorrow...'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-113418013139637086</id><published>2005-12-09T18:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T19:02:11.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss camp</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/113418013139637086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=113418013139637086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113418013139637086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113418013139637086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-miss-camp_09.html' title='I miss camp'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-113402028181173942</id><published>2005-12-07T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T22:38:01.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><summary type='text'>Lava...this one's for you :)  HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY BABE!!!!! (in about an hour and a half)If anyone deserves an amazing birthday its you!!! Make sure you party it up (I have no doubt about this...), and have a couple drinks for me!! I know you will have a blast, even if you do share "your day" with a couple others...  And make the most of being 19!! There is my advice hahaha :)   We will have to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/113402028181173942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=113402028181173942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113402028181173942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113402028181173942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-113384428575830904</id><published>2005-12-05T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T21:44:45.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quite pissed off at the moment...</title><summary type='text'>and also slowly seeing the reasoning. I got back my mark for the first of the three presentations last week.  and pretty much sucked.  though the marking is a load of bollox (Can i get aways with saying that?)allow me to explain...so, our prof was marking (which counts for a quarter), our TA was marking (another 1/4) and then some random lady (another 1/4), who is apparently the prof(susan's) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/113384428575830904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=113384428575830904&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113384428575830904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113384428575830904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/12/quite-pissed-off-at-moment.html' title='quite pissed off at the moment...'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113969.post-113359279980254339</id><published>2005-12-02T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T09:05:06.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Three Names you go by1. Denise2. Bernice (haha...though i haven't been called that for a while, andby a while i mean since last hanging out with Jacqui and Kristen)3. Mist/Mistical (various ways of spelling)Three Parts of Your Heritage1.Scottish2.Irish3.Brazilian (indirectly)Name Three Things that you're scared of:1.Never Falling In love (and everything that goes along with that)2.Losing someone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/113359279980254339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=113359279980254339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113359279980254339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113359279980254339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/12/three-names-you-go-by-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-113341396246428776</id><published>2005-11-30T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T22:14:09.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>200th post!!</title><summary type='text'>well, this is going to be very unexciting...I just wanted to make my 200th post on my 20th birthday!! Yikes :) though it was quite a good birthday!!! Thanks to everyone for the birthday messages and emails!~*D.p.s. the pic is care of deviant art***</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/113341396246428776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=113341396246428776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113341396246428776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113341396246428776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/11/200th-post.html' title='200th post!!'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-113296362388784008</id><published>2005-11-25T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T17:07:03.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>always grow...grow all ways</title><summary type='text'>My birthday is in less than a week. 5 days to be exact. Why am I not excited? It’s really interesting that as you get older, birthdays begin to mean less, unless they are some milestone like 30, 40 and 50 (but thank goodness I’m nowhere near there!)When we were kids I remember being excited for weeks before the day. I would have the exact same birthday party every year: go to FLC (the wave pool),</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/113296362388784008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=113296362388784008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113296362388784008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113296362388784008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/11/always-growgrow-all-ways.html' title='always grow...grow all ways'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113969.post-113281247255045312</id><published>2005-11-23T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T23:07:52.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music is........</title><summary type='text'>Science- it is exact and demands exact acoustics. A piece of music is a chart, a graph which indicates frequencies, intensities, volume changes, melody and harmony all at once with the most exact control of time.Mathematical- it is rhythmically based on the subdivision of time into fractions which must be done instantaneously, not worked out on paper.Foreign Language- most of the terms are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/113281247255045312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=113281247255045312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113281247255045312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113281247255045312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/11/music-is.html' title='Music is........'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-113267506440969384</id><published>2005-11-22T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T08:57:44.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what the hell??</title><summary type='text'>So checking my email this morning (my u of a account no less), and what do i find?....Dear Sir/Madam,We have logged your IP-address on more than 30 illegal Websites.Important: Please answer our questions! The list of questions are attached.Yours faithfully,Steven AllisonFederal Bureau of Investigation-FBI-935 Pennsylvania Avenue, NW, Room 3220Washington, DC 20535Phone: (202) 324-3000Seriously...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/113267506440969384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=113267506440969384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113267506440969384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113267506440969384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-hell.html' title='what the hell??'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-113263920303342693</id><published>2005-11-21T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T23:00:03.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nunquam desiit victus</title><summary type='text'>nunquam desiit victusi've been trying to figure out what this means for probably about a month, and i finally clued into it being latin for: never stop living (at least i think...correct me if i'm wrong)things are so much more powerful in a different language.I wish i could speak some cool language...and my sad attempt at french just isn't doing it for me. My turkish roommate must have a knack </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/113263920303342693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=113263920303342693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113263920303342693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113263920303342693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/11/nunquam-desiit-victus.html' title='nunquam desiit victus'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-113244842597532484</id><published>2005-11-19T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T18:00:25.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skeleton Song &lt;&gt; Sevendust</title><summary type='text'>I'll stay right here with all these familiar facesAnd shut-out everyone else from the world we created Instead of becoming the sick and twistedI'll lose myself in a song againAnd There's nothing wrongIn being far from rightAnother skeleton songStuck in my head all nightAnd there's something wrongWhen everything goes rightAnother skeleton songWill save my life tonightWas it that hard - to open the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/113244842597532484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=113244842597532484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113244842597532484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113244842597532484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/11/skeleton-song-sevendust.html' title='Skeleton Song &lt;&gt; Sevendust'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-113228389379889162</id><published>2005-11-17T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T20:18:13.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we want to get the girls together and have some spritzers...</title><summary type='text'>I was thinking this morning (courtesy of a prank phone call on the radio) about football, and desperate housewives…odd combination I know.  Let me explain. Why is it that there are sports bars for Monday night football, and watching hockey, football and sports in general for the guys (and girls I suppose) to go, but there are no places where women (I was going to say people, but I think there are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/113228389379889162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=113228389379889162&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113228389379889162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113228389379889162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/11/we-want-to-get-girls-together-and-have.html' title='we want to get the girls together and have some spritzers...'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113969.post-113220710082149979</id><published>2005-11-16T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T23:17:15.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well...i was all ready to come and vent here - and now the anger is gone. sad. oh well....its is quite likely to occur again soon haha. and i just had to throw in a kasota tribute to the left...ah my mcgreggor :) (and just as an aside, right after that photo, he almost dropped me haha!)I really wish i could write meaningful stuff, but instead it just sounds like any other journal. I know i've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/113220710082149979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=113220710082149979&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113220710082149979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113220710082149979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/11/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113969.post-113211150900501896</id><published>2005-11-15T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T20:26:45.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>47%...but i'll let you guess for yourself what i have and have not done</title><summary type='text'>start with 100%, then subtract 1% for each thing you have done...Smoked.  Drank alcohol.  Cried when someone died.  Been drunk.  Had sex.  Been to a concert.  Given a handjob/gotten a handjob.  Given a blowjob/gotten a blowjob.  Been verbally sexually harassed.  Verbally sexually harassed somebody.  Felt someone up and/or been felt up. Laughed so hard something came out of your nose.  Cheated on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/113211150900501896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=113211150900501896&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113211150900501896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113211150900501896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/11/47but-ill-let-you-guess-for-yourself.html' title='47%...but i&apos;ll let you guess for yourself what i have and have not done'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113969.post-113194192519645668</id><published>2005-11-13T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T21:18:45.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>turmoil</title><summary type='text'>I'm in the weirdest mood right nowI got back to etown today, and went to get groceries with my mum.  Then i just kinda unpacked and listened to my new cds (death cab...plans = new fav).  I just kinda felt like i didn't want to be back.  I was missing home and my girls there in less then an hour of being back.  Not that i don't have good friends here too...its just different when the 2 I live with</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/113194192519645668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=113194192519645668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113194192519645668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113194192519645668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/11/turmoil.html' title='turmoil'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-113123873819510228</id><published>2005-11-05T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T17:58:58.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow! less than a week left of clinical! i can't believe i'm almost done!  Although right now i'm really hating the projects...so many papers, and really, i haven't written many papers since high school english, so i'm hoping what i've written is "university acceptable"! eek!  and the other problem is one of them doesn't even have a very good guideline of what i'm actually supposed to write...how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/113123873819510228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=113123873819510228&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113123873819510228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113123873819510228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/11/wow-less-than-week-left-of-clinical-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113969.post-113010395367739911</id><published>2005-10-23T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T14:47:21.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ot placement update...(kinda boring, but some of you might be interested...)</title><summary type='text'>I have my placement in Calgary which is really nice, b/c my dad can drive me to work in the morning, and I get to be at home for a while!...I"m in sub acute neuro rehab...so basically working with stroke and MS patients. It is super interesting, and I"ve learned a ton already in just a week! I've mainly just been observing my preceptor (the OT I'm working with), but next week i'm supposed to get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/113010395367739911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=113010395367739911&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113010395367739911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/113010395367739911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/10/ot-placement-updatekinda-boring-but.html' title='ot placement update...(kinda boring, but some of you might be interested...)'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113969.post-112935543539256197</id><published>2005-10-14T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T22:52:54.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finally, it ended without awkwardness...now will anything come of it?</title><summary type='text'>Ok, this is the story of last night…kinda abridged, and stolen from an MSN convo. b/c I am that lazy, and tired (you may get the full story at some point haha)i went out with one of my OT friends (andrea) and her roommate (erin), and we ended up at this bar on campus (the powerplant). so, there ended up being lots of couples, and andrea and erin were getting angry at people pushing them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/112935543539256197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=112935543539256197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/112935543539256197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/112935543539256197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/10/finally-it-ended-without.html' title='finally, it ended without awkwardness...now will anything come of it?'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-112918016228471428</id><published>2005-10-12T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T22:19:56.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think i have lost my ability to write "narratively" since getting into OT...I've written more papers/formal discussion entries on the internet and stuff in the past month, than in my whole like (k....that is exaggerating a bit!). I don't think i can really write informally anymore. I have to write a reflective journal every week- and it sounds like a freaking paper, not my thoughts (granted we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/112918016228471428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=112918016228471428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/112918016228471428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/112918016228471428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-think-i-have-lost-my-ability-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-112857654078473274</id><published>2005-10-05T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:32:40.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inner demons..."my name is legion, for we are many" - we are all legion -</title><summary type='text'>This is one of the most thought provoking posts I've read in a while. I always find his posts entertaining, and some of them are thought provoking like this one. (wow....my writing is really lame at the moment...proven by the fact i just used the word lame...) I just don't even know what to say, other than how much it seems to apply to me...go read it :) hahaanyway, i am so exhasted...i have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/112857654078473274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=112857654078473274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/112857654078473274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/112857654078473274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/10/inner-demonsmy-name-is-legion-for-we.html' title='inner demons...&quot;my name is legion, for we are many&quot; - we are all legion -'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-112840402093849648</id><published>2005-10-03T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T22:33:40.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one of the many AMAZING sunsets :) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/112840402093849648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=112840402093849648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/112840402093849648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/112840402093849648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-of-many-amazing-sunsets.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-112840382888729845</id><published>2005-10-03T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T22:31:05.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wooo camp has a website :) :)</title><summary type='text'>check it out....though at the moment its not all that exciting - it is exiciting that it exists!!!!http://www.campkasotawest.com/index.htm</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/112840382888729845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=112840382888729845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/112840382888729845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/112840382888729845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/10/wooo-camp-has-website.html' title='wooo camp has a website :) :)'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-112823090731971486</id><published>2005-10-01T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T22:28:27.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm not impulsivethats the problemand why i'm making such a big deal out of this, i have no ideathere is so much other sh*t going on in the world...and its not that i don't know how lucky i am - i really think i do, i'm a pretty emotional person anyway.  but why is it the one thing i'm really missing (or the one who can break my already scarred hearth) is just a phone call away, i'm just to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/112823090731971486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=112823090731971486&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/112823090731971486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/112823090731971486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-not-impulsive-thats-problem-and-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113969.post-112823043511861903</id><published>2005-10-01T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T22:20:35.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhh internal dilemma</title><summary type='text'>I'm so...angry with myself.  And yet, I have the ability to change it but i'm not.  I could call him, i have the number, but its been freaking 3 weeks.  if i had done it earlier maybe, but now i think it would just be more awkward, but on the other hand, i'll always regret it if i don't.  I need some moral support if i call though.  and then there's the whole going out for pizza thing, but i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/112823043511861903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=112823043511861903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/112823043511861903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/112823043511861903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/10/ahhh-internal-dilemma.html' title='ahhh internal dilemma'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-112754434247575084</id><published>2005-09-23T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T23:47:47.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><summary type='text'>full of regret right now. and i really shouldn't be. i was just an idiot. it was within my grasp, and something kept me from hanging on. there is still hope. but i don't know if i have the strenght to wait. and trust. i'm torn. i've finally moved on fully. but not to anything. because i didn't do a certain thing. why? there has to be a reason. i just wish i knew now. i can't help wondering if it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/112754434247575084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=112754434247575084&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/112754434247575084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/112754434247575084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/09/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113969.post-112675564499370946</id><published>2005-09-14T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T20:40:45.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>By the time the Lord made woman,He was into his sixth day of working overtime..An angel appeared and said,"Why are you spending so much time on this one?"And the Lord answered, "Have you seen my spec sheet on her?She has to be completely washable, but not plastic,have over 200 movable parts, all replaceableand able to run on diet coke and leftovers,have a lap that can hold four children at one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/112675564499370946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=112675564499370946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/112675564499370946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/112675564499370946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/09/by-time-lord-made-woman-he-was-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-112633417655517116</id><published>2005-09-09T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T23:36:46.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow...these are actually pretty accurate!</title><summary type='text'>width="250"&gt; I am a hybrid of:Progressive GirlGirl Next DoorClick on the pictures below to read more: Take the 'What Kind of Girl Are You?' quiz at CookingToHookup.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/112633417655517116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=112633417655517116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/112633417655517116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/112633417655517116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/09/wowthese-are-actually-pretty-accurate.html' title='wow...these are actually pretty accurate!'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113969.post-112631989487556124</id><published>2005-09-09T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T19:42:05.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the following is an excerpt from http://waiterrant.net/ Have a read...it is definitely thought provoking.Bonhoeffer would say when we help each other that is God helping us. The human heart is moved by weakness not by strength. It is our brokenness, not power, that binds us together. Perhaps our weakness will be our salvation. Maybe that is how God “can be with us and help us.”After reading </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/112631989487556124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=112631989487556124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/112631989487556124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/112631989487556124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/09/following-is-excerpt-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-112588052048785376</id><published>2005-09-04T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T17:35:20.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ambigram....look at it upsidedown - it blows my mind!!! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/112588052048785376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=112588052048785376&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/112588052048785376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/112588052048785376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/09/ambigram.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113969.post-112587346945936320</id><published>2005-09-04T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T15:37:49.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thought provoking...</title><summary type='text'>why must we turn a blind eye...are we in that much of a rush, or do we just choose to ignore....http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/21409100/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/112587346945936320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=112587346945936320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/112587346945936320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/112587346945936320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/09/thought-provoking.html' title='thought provoking...'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-112293607113472762</id><published>2005-08-01T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T15:41:11.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well i guess it is about time....</title><summary type='text'>wow...i guess it has been quite a while.  Summer has been, for the most part awesome.  Annies was really good, minus the flooding, and the fact that my time there went by sooo fast!  Camp has been pretty good too.  I started by working outdoor school, which was for these gr. 5s from Rimbey - these kids were soo incredibley well behaved and polite i couldn't believe it...I have decided to move to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/112293607113472762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=112293607113472762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/112293607113472762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/112293607113472762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/08/well-i-guess-it-is-about-time.html' title='well i guess it is about time....'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-111766063458045932</id><published>2005-06-01T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T14:17:14.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"you only wanted me for having fun"</title><summary type='text'>~&gt;&lt;~ you make me want to swear~&gt;&lt;~~&gt;&lt;~i don't know why i still care~&gt;&lt;~</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/111766063458045932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=111766063458045932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/111766063458045932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/111766063458045932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/06/you-only-wanted-me-for-having-fun.html' title='&quot;you only wanted me for having fun&quot;'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-111457495153862969</id><published>2005-04-26T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T21:10:52.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Brain is 60.00% Female, 40.00% MaleYour brain is a healthy mix of male and femaleYou are both sensitive and savvyRational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headedBut you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeveWhat Gender Is Your Brain?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/111457495153862969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=111457495153862969&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/111457495153862969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/111457495153862969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/04/your-brain-is-60.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113969.post-111423460887627644</id><published>2005-04-22T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T22:36:48.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well...</title><summary type='text'>I guess i've been a little lazy on the updates lately...but it is exam time...booo!I've been on accutane now for just over a month.  I think it is making a difference, but i don't want to speak to soon of course.  My skin is definetly more normal...ie. WAY less oily - its actually pretty amazing, though my lips are SUPER dry, which sucks - but i can deal.  The big things are my hair...my scalp is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/111423460887627644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=111423460887627644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/111423460887627644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/111423460887627644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/04/well.html' title='well...'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-111336810348229377</id><published>2005-04-12T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T21:55:03.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>question</title><summary type='text'>ok...feeling kinda dumb, cuz i think i know the answer to this, but i just can't remember.A plane crashes in the woods and everyone dies.  There are 2 survivors, how is this possible?They are doing this canadian idiot game on the radio for Green Day tickets, and I had to leave b4 i heard the answer to this.  If anyone knows, leave me a comment - please!!! its driving me crazy!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/111336810348229377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=111336810348229377&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/111336810348229377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/111336810348229377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/04/question.html' title='question'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113969.post-111326044051091665</id><published>2005-04-11T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T16:05:11.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aww..this is cute</title><summary type='text'>On the computer for more than 2 hours a day? At the end of the day, do your eyes sting and you can't see straight? It's the fault of the screen. It's dirty, but on the inside. A quick and free visit tohttp://www.clean-your-screen-for-free-now.comIn 30 seconds, your screen will re-become transparent. No downloading of software, no viruses. Office friendly. This is absolutely amazing.....Please try</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/111326044051091665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=111326044051091665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/111326044051091665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/111326044051091665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/04/awwthis-is-cute.html' title='aww..this is cute'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-111319671004808472</id><published>2005-04-10T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T22:18:30.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh man....awesome...</title><summary type='text'>this is amazingly entertaining...or maybe its just my mindset once again...http://svt.se/hogafflahage/hogafflaHage_site/Kor/hestekor.swfclick on the horses one at a time, click again to stop.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/111319671004808472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=111319671004808472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/111319671004808472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/111319671004808472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/04/oh-manawesome.html' title='oh man....awesome...'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-111302405832062530</id><published>2005-04-08T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T22:20:58.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hee hee hee</title><summary type='text'>PUNishmentA GOOD PUN IS ITS OWN REWORDA man's home is his castle, in a manor of speaking.Dijon vu - the same mustard as before.Shotgun wedding: A case of wife or death.A hangover is the wrath of grapes.Sea captains don't like crew cuts.Does the name Pavlov ring a bell?Reading while sunbathing makes you well-red.When two egotists meet, it's an I for an I.A bicycle can't stand on its own because it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/111302405832062530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=111302405832062530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/111302405832062530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/111302405832062530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/04/hee-hee-hee.html' title='hee hee hee'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-111302161643266260</id><published>2005-04-08T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T21:40:16.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I thought this was absolutely hilarious...I just about choked on the orange i was eating, i was laughing so much...(but that just might be my mindset right now!)We take you now to the Oval Office.George W: Condi! Nice to see you. What's happening?Condi: Sir, I have the report here about the new leader of China.George: Great. Lay it on me.Condi: Hu is the new leader of China.George: That's what I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/111302161643266260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=111302161643266260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/111302161643266260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/111302161643266260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-thought-this-was-absolutely.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-111301441736149411</id><published>2005-04-08T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T19:40:17.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this, and a 3 dollar ring, made my day...</title><summary type='text'>SINGLE BLACK FEMALE... Seeks male companionship, ethnicity unimportant.I'm a very good looking girl who LOVES to play. I love long walks in the woods, riding in your pickup truck, hunting, camping and fishing trips, cosy winter nights lying by the fire. Candlelight dinners will have me eating out of your hand. Rub me the right way and watch me respond. I'll be at the front door when you get home </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/111301441736149411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=111301441736149411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/111301441736149411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/111301441736149411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-and-3-dollar-ring-made-my-day.html' title='this, and a 3 dollar ring, made my day...'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-111290262699955360</id><published>2005-04-07T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T12:46:12.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The chicken and the egg</title><summary type='text'>Ok, there is an actual cartoon of this, but I can't find it. If any of you know where it is let me know!!A chicken and an egg are lying in bed. The chicken is leaning against the headboard smoking a cigarette, with a satisfied smile on its face.The egg, looking a bit pissed off, grabs the sheet, rolls over, and says "Well, I guess we finally answered THAT question!" There is also this version...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/111290262699955360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=111290262699955360&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/111290262699955360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/111290262699955360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/04/chicken-and-egg.html' title='The chicken and the egg'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113969.post-111283921225432693</id><published>2005-04-06T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T19:00:12.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>guess who has a test soon...</title><summary type='text'>Cocktail ?? Which Alcoholic Drink Are You ?? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/111283921225432693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=111283921225432693&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/111283921225432693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/111283921225432693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/04/guess-who-has-test-soon.html' title='guess who has a test soon...'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113969.post-111250687620063293</id><published>2005-04-02T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T22:41:16.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow...i should really update, sorry guys!</title><summary type='text'>Yeah…Well, apparently nothing exciting has happened. I had a good easter, went to sunshine on the Friday…the parking lot was FULL at 920am…crazy!  But when we got up the gondola it was basically a white out, which kept the people down and gave us awesome snow! Best skiing all year! Saturday I had my kasota “interview” (-&gt;since I already had the job…).  It went well obviously, and then the 4 of us</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/111250687620063293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=111250687620063293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/111250687620063293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/111250687620063293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/04/wowi-should-really-update-sorry-guys.html' title='wow...i should really update, sorry guys!'/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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-6113969.post-111164646078601666</id><published>2005-03-23T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T23:41:00.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> ~~~"I don't see why i should, he's got that magic healing finger." ~~~c/o collegehumor.com </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/feeds/111164646078601666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113969&amp;postID=111164646078601666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/111164646078601666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113969/posts/default/111164646078601666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseicle.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-dont-see-why-i-should-hes-got-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirtini</name><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>
