<?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-31809794</id><updated>2011-07-29T02:22:34.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life, Through The Eyes Of Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708895096454312229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v129/115/119/182900417/n182900417_30609459_9845.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31809794.post-7133714188061483122</id><published>2010-02-07T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T22:05:55.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to Post</title><content type='html'>See, this is where things get hard. I have two blogs, this one that I have KIND OF (Ok not even a little bit) kept up and my other blog that I was asked to make during my education days. Now, I want to touch on my experiences with my new life, my new job and all that Jazz but I don't know where to put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For right now I'm just going to mash everything into here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that the past year has been a very big growing experience for me. A lot has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduated from University, I moved back to Calgary, I got a job in my field, and the most important and I believe most note worthy thing that has happened in the past year is that I made the decision to not just go back to Church, but to be truly active in the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For five years I didn't think that it was going to make a difference if I went to church or if I didn't. I was wrong. I can honestly say that in these past two years my life has been blessed tenfold. I can truly see the blessings in my life, and I know that they are from the Lord. I am not only happy to say that but in a way proud to finally be able to stand for what I believe in. It isn't everyday that I can stand tall and be proud of who I am. I think that this has taken me oh, 24 years of practice and 24 years of landing on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can honestly say that now that I have the Gospel back in my life, I am happy. Much happier then I ever was before. It's funny because I think about what my life was like as I was going through University and how hard I was working. And then in my last year how hard I was working yes, but also how peaceful I was. My stress was no longer important, I could focus on the bigger picture in my life, I was happy with the way things were. Recently, I have to admit I have lost sight of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy to do when you start a new career, and you are trying to get your life off the ground. I know I am guilty of letting little things like reading my scriptures everyday slip by me. But I have to remember that it is the little things in life that make a world of difference. And thus, I must make the effort of getting up at 5:45 so that I have those 15 extra minutes to read the scriptures and set my day off on the right foot. I know that if I can do this, if I can remember who I am and what I stand for at all times, I will be a happier person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that I think I need to really focus on right now is Family History. I'm toying with the idea of making another blog so I can be accountable for all of my Family History workings. But I don't keep this one up to date. How could I manage another one, I mean seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's it for me today. I do want to make this a more constant thing. We'll see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31809794-7133714188061483122?l=storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/feeds/7133714188061483122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31809794&amp;postID=7133714188061483122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/7133714188061483122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/7133714188061483122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/2010/02/where-to-post.html' title='Where to Post'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708895096454312229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v129/115/119/182900417/n182900417_30609459_9845.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31809794.post-6264556893847693144</id><published>2009-09-28T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T09:52:42.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 years gone</title><content type='html'>And I'm back! Ok, so I don't know how long I will be back for but I do feel that this is a great way to chronicle my life. Which I do need to start doing more of. I don't think that my posts will be as elaborate as they were before... Actually they might be, it depends on how slow the whole sub thing is! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize not very many, if anyone will be reading this but that's ok! it's more for me anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, I must be off. I have a busy day of being unemployed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31809794-6264556893847693144?l=storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/feeds/6264556893847693144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31809794&amp;postID=6264556893847693144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/6264556893847693144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/6264556893847693144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/2009/09/2-years-gone.html' title='2 years gone'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708895096454312229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v129/115/119/182900417/n182900417_30609459_9845.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31809794.post-7659190615001562876</id><published>2007-08-22T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T13:24:27.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Sea Monkey’s Are Awesome!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sea-Monkey"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sea Monkey’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; have been around forever! And this is a small list as to why I believe these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brine_shrimp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;brine shrimp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; creatures are so amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Their hard shell makes it difficult for other ocean dwellers to eat them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They appear to come to life instantaneously when you add water! Instant life doesn’t mean instant fun. They are the size of a pin head when they first hatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Males are smaller than the females, obviously making them inferior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;However, to compensate, they have pincers under their chins to fight and grab stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When they’re born they have three- count them THREE eyes! You can tell when they have fully matured when their third eye located in the middle of their head falls off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;These little critters don’t have brains, just ganglia! No brain, no pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They breathe using their legs, THEIR LEGS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;AND their kidneys are in their head!!! (How weird/cool is that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sea monkeys have a circulatory system to move the blood around. And they have hemoglobin, interestingly enough there is an inverse correlation between the amount of oxygen that these little critters blood. (Ex. If there is lots of oxygen in the water, there is very little hemoglobin in the blood) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sometimes it will look like they are juggling algae, it’s because they use their oxygen breathing legs to push the algae to their mouths so the brine shrimp can consumer the magnificent act of photosynthesis that is algae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;These lovely creatures are capable of reproducing sexually or asexually. The best of both worlds I guess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The best part about these little creatures is that they’re wicked low maintenance, you can do sweet science projects with them, and I’m sure they’ll keep you entertained for up to a year (the brine shrimp lifespan.). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The only downside I found is that contrary to the pictures that are displayed on the boxes, the female sea monkeys do not have lipstick and itty bitty pearls around their necks. And, the males are not muscular and dashing. In fact, from the pictures that I have seen of these little suckers, I’d be hard pressed to tell the males from the females.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31809794-7659190615001562876?l=storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/feeds/7659190615001562876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31809794&amp;postID=7659190615001562876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/7659190615001562876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/7659190615001562876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-sea-monkeys-are-awesome.html' title='Why Sea Monkey’s Are Awesome!!!'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708895096454312229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v129/115/119/182900417/n182900417_30609459_9845.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31809794.post-2452216829892153055</id><published>2007-06-22T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T12:37:58.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Chapter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbg83LffsgA/RoAZIMCIJuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zBfm8cdPtAQ/s1600-h/Potter+Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080088008133715682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbg83LffsgA/RoAZIMCIJuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zBfm8cdPtAQ/s400/Potter+Cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I’ll be the first to admit that I’m a HUGE Harry Potter freak! I love Harry which is why I have such mixed feelings about what happens in 25 days. These books have been part of my life for the past eight years, I’ve read them at least annually if not more often and I am always finding more hints and secrets about foreshadowing of what is yet to come. For me there was comfort and frustration in knowing that as long as the series wasn’t done, I could formulate theories and discuss them amongst my fellow HP lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the cover for Deathly Hallows came out I was beyond excited! I began looking at it and wondering what all the gold was about. However, it wasn’t until I was in chapters and was able to look at the blown up cover displayed in the window that I realized there was more to this cover then meets the eye. Look closely and you will realize it isn’t Ron Weasly holding the sword! My first thought was DOBBY, but look at pictures of Dobby, he doesn’t have pointed ears. The way this thing is positioned makes me think it is evil, so my next thought naturally went to Kretcher. However, Kretcher can’t turn on Harry we’ve already determined this and the position of the sword and the hand on Harry’s shoulder doesn’t exactly say “comfort” to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each picture before has offered us a key into the book, without the golden egg Harry wouldn’t have faced Voldermort and discovered that he is in fact back! Or without the Hogwarts express, how would we have these Magical stories? We wouldn’t and there’s more to the covers then people like to believe. The covers give us insight into the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As opposed to the last cover, or any cover for that fact, there is a lot of color and action taking place here. There are Galleons flying around everywhere, rubies, armor, a goblet (Hufflepuff anyone?), and probably other stuff I can’t see! Behind Harry and still in the thick of the Chaos there is a sword (Which I’m thinking might be Griffyndor’s) being held up by the previously stated unidentified creature.This is the most danger we have ever seen Harry Potter in. In ALL of the covers before, we see Harry about to conquer or win (Again the golden egg is an excellent example because although we may think he is in danger once you know what is going on you realize he has the situation under control. He’s thought it out and has a plan of attack) However this photo Harry is falling a sign of vulnerability, there are cuts on his arms as well as Hermione’s. On top of all this Ron’s face shows distinct signs of horror, and none of these beloved characters have their wands out. YET all of them have their wand arm visible. I don’t know about you but to me that doesn’t say “nothing to see here folks” It says “Harry is in danger!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the house elves have had enough of SPEW and have decided to revolt! (I doubt it but hey it’s always a possibility, we haven’t heard much of SPEW since GOF and JKR doesn’t put things in her books without a reason.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of other things that I would like to point out from my observations from this cover:&lt;br /&gt;Ron’s being pulled back into the archway, no really he is! Don’t believe me look at his collar, not to mention the way the air is pushing his hair forward towards his face, unlike Harry and Hermione’s that’s being pushed away. This makes me think Ron is in mortal danger (More so then the other two that is). Now my question is this, why are they going after Ron? Or maybe the better question is ARE they going after Ron or is he just a casualty in the grand scheme of things? If you look at the picture closely, he is the only one in the picture without wounds on his arms, his robes have no holes in them like Harry and Hermione yet my gut is telling me he is in the most danger in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES THAT’S RIGHT FOLKS I JUST ASKED THE BIG QUESTION. JKR said in a previous interview that she is dealing with pure evil and they go for the main characters, or at least she does. It has also been stated that one character lives while two other she was expecting to survive bite the dust. What will be the fate of Ron Weasly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was coming up with this brilliant blog, I came across an editorial on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mugglenet.com/editorials/theundergroundlake/tul39.shtml"&gt;Mugglenet&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;which I encourage you all to read. It made me think before I posted this, but in the end I decided I worked on this, I should post it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'd also like to point out that in either the UK or the USA cover Harry is in mortal danger and without a wand. What the heck is that about? And what is that giant thing? An oversized Death Eater??? Or how about the back of the UK book? Is that Hogwarts? Does that mean he will return evern for a short portion of time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;All questions that need to be answered in the 7th book! Not to mention the whole eyes thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31809794-2452216829892153055?l=storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/feeds/2452216829892153055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31809794&amp;postID=2452216829892153055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/2452216829892153055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/2452216829892153055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/2007/06/final-chapter.html' title='The Final Chapter...'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708895096454312229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v129/115/119/182900417/n182900417_30609459_9845.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbg83LffsgA/RoAZIMCIJuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zBfm8cdPtAQ/s72-c/Potter+Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31809794.post-1923476537237025442</id><published>2007-04-29T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T09:34:09.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snap-On: A History</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Much like a Rolls-Royce, Rolex or pair of Manolo’s, Snap-on Tools is the gold standard in the tool business. However, unlike the people buying &lt;a href="http://www.neimanmarcus.com/store/catalog/template/catB13.jhtml?itemId=cat000209&amp;parentId=cat000199&amp;amp;masterId=cat000149"&gt;Manolo’s&lt;/a&gt;, Gucci, or Vuitton, the cliental is almost distinctly blue collared and without the luxuries of qualifying for a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Centurion_Card"&gt;Black Amex&lt;/a&gt;. So, what makes these tools so coveted by mechanics? I have no idea, but I did a little &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?sourceid=navclient-ff&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;rls=GGGL,GGGL:2006-35,GGGL:en&amp;q=History+Snap+On+Tools+"&gt;Googling&lt;/a&gt; and learned the following about the company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snap-on: A History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Snap-on Wrench Company was born in the 1920’s by Joseph Johnson and William Seidemann. The dual manufactured a set of ten sockets that would “snap on” to five interchangeable handles. Believing that they had an innovative product that would help all auto mechanics, the pair took the set to an auto repair shop along Michigan Avenue and presented their revolutionary tools to the auto community with the marketing slogan “Five Do the Work of Fifty.” It was this slogan that led them to sell six-hundred-and-fifty sets in their first sixteen days on the market (I’m not econ major but I do think that’s pretty impressive!). The company began to boom and soon after, Johnson and Seidemann enlisted the help of Stanton Palmer, who began taking the tools directly to the customer’s place of business and demonstrating the benefits of their tools. This inventive marketing approach was a great success and is still used by the company today. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In just eleven short years, (1931) the Snap-on company was able to enter the international arena. To commemorate this momentous event (But more in response to the Great Depression) the company began to offer its cliental interest free credit when they purchased tools. This is a practice still in use today (so long as the purchases are under a thousand dollars). In 1950, Snap-on expanded their concept and began to bring fully stocked walk-in vans to their customers. This van is now the pinnacle of most mechanics week, waiting in anticipation for the opportunity to blow their hard earned cash on pry bars, ratchets,  or  things that need to be calibrated! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Since its conception, Snap-on has stayed focused on its target market, avoiding forays into even related markets such as construction or home improvement. The focus has always been quality and customer relations. It wasn’t until early 1997 that the company opened their first retail outlet. Giving people who are not professional mechanics an opportunity to buy Snap on tools for themselves, or as gifts (But in order to give a gift you need to know what the junkie has and doesn’t have, which proves to be a problem). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes, Snap-on does seem to be the tools of choice for both young and old. For a young mechanic, stepping onto the Snap-on truck and buying a new set of Snap-on wrenches or their first pry bar must be similar to the feeling a dancer must experiences when they go to buy their first pair of pointe shoes. (Yes, that’s right, I went there! I compared Snap-on to Pointe!! Deal with it!). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pry Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The definition of a pry bar (found from Dictionary.com) is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Noun1.pry bar&lt;/b&gt; - a heavy iron lever with one end forged into a wedge.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now, with that vague of a description, I figured that this would be an easy blog, I was wrong there are three, count them, THREE different categories that you can fit these tools into Cats Paw, Pry Bar, and Wrecking Bar (Otherwise known as a Crow Bar). If you’re actually interested in what these three categories consist of, &lt;a href="http://www.lowes.com/lowes/lkn?action=howTo&amp;p=BuyGuide/Prybrbg.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pry bars actually come in a variety of different sizes, depending on how much leverage you need, and the size of the space that you need to get into. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, why would I write a blog on Snap-on pry bars??? Well, I got this sweet 36” pry bar the other night and felt the need to enlighten the rest of the world about the magic that this company has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbg83LffsgA/RjVWI2O8YKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0jiboyxkKTM/s1600-h/DSCN2674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbg83LffsgA/RjVWI2O8YKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0jiboyxkKTM/s320/DSCN2674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059044466417754274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh yeah, I know just by looking at it you can tell, there is a difference! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snap-on Facts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Measured by number of vans on the road, Snap-on owns 60 percent of the business. Mac Tools (Snap-on’s nearest competitor) has 13 percent&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;ul  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Snap-on also makes an appearance in the movie &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Swordfish_%28movie%29" title="Swordfish (movie)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Swordfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; as well as other key television shows, such as&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Chopper"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Chopper" title="American Chopper"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;American Chopper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;ul  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Snap-on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;employs approximately 11,500 people worldwide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;ul  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The company is currently worth about 2.4 billion dollars US.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31809794-1923476537237025442?l=storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/feeds/1923476537237025442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31809794&amp;postID=1923476537237025442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/1923476537237025442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/1923476537237025442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/2007/04/snap-on-history.html' title='Snap-On: A History'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708895096454312229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v129/115/119/182900417/n182900417_30609459_9845.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbg83LffsgA/RjVWI2O8YKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0jiboyxkKTM/s72-c/DSCN2674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31809794.post-3893267585129883203</id><published>2007-03-05T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T17:24:18.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know You're a Burned Out Drama Major When:</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You feel as though your life has become an expressionist play:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; It's episodic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everything around you starts looking as though it belongs in a Tim Burton movie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;And then you realize, it's all in your head!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your intention was to do homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your action is writing this blog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stressed and unstressed no longer reference syllables, but the tides of your emotions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brecht's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alienation effect&lt;/span&gt; can be applied to your socail life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;To hear someone mention Drury Lane pisses you off because you no longer think of happy things like The Muffin Man!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The subtext of all your conversatoins: "Get the hell away from me" or "I need more sleep!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The music that you have selected to accentuate the emotional coloring of your life is dark and full of angst!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;And Finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your deep swamp of emotion is saying "DIE" as opposed to "ha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31809794-3893267585129883203?l=storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/feeds/3893267585129883203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31809794&amp;postID=3893267585129883203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/3893267585129883203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/3893267585129883203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-know-youre-burned-out-drama-major.html' title='You Know You&apos;re a Burned Out Drama Major When:'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708895096454312229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v129/115/119/182900417/n182900417_30609459_9845.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31809794.post-117143417760659655</id><published>2007-02-13T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T15:58:42.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the season</title><content type='html'>No I'm not talking about "love being in the air" or any of that crap!&lt;br /&gt;I'm referencing the ever popular U of A purity test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it or you're a lameo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.gateway.ualberta.ca/view.php?aid=7594&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gateway.ualberta.ca/view.php?aid=7594"&gt;(Or click here)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm extremely pure this year, 72! (Last year was 89)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway have fun tell me what you get, or don't tell me what you get, like I care! Pfft!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31809794-117143417760659655?l=storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/feeds/117143417760659655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31809794&amp;postID=117143417760659655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/117143417760659655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/117143417760659655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/2007/02/tis-season.html' title='Tis the season'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708895096454312229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v129/115/119/182900417/n182900417_30609459_9845.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31809794.post-116910376950920149</id><published>2007-01-17T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T23:02:49.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Apparently... I'm a Loser!</title><content type='html'>"SUPPOSEDLY if you've seen over 85 films, you have no life. Mark the ones you've seen. There are 239 films on this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;(x) Grease&lt;br /&gt;(x) Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;(x) Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest&lt;br /&gt;( ) Boondock Saints&lt;br /&gt;(x) Fight Club&lt;br /&gt;( ) Starsky and Hutch&lt;br /&gt;( ) Neverending Story&lt;br /&gt;(x) Blazing Saddles &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Racism at its best!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Airplane&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Princess Bride&lt;br /&gt;(x) AnchorMan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I'm not even mad, I'm impressed!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Napoleon Dynamite&lt;br /&gt;( ) Labyrinth&lt;br /&gt;( ) Saw&lt;br /&gt;( ) Saw II&lt;br /&gt;( ) White Noise&lt;br /&gt;( ) White Oleander&lt;br /&gt;(x) Anger Management&lt;br /&gt;(x) 50 First Dates&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Princess Diaries&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scream&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scream 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scream 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scary Movie&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scary Movie 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scary Movie 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scary Movie 4&lt;br /&gt;(x) American Pie&lt;br /&gt;(x) American Pie 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) American Wedding&lt;br /&gt;( ) American Pie Band Camp&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 1&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 4&lt;br /&gt;( ) Resident Evil 1&lt;br /&gt;( ) Resident Evil 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Wedding Singer&lt;br /&gt;(x) Little Black Book&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Village&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lilo &amp; Stitch&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Finding Nemo&lt;br /&gt;(x) Finding Neverland&lt;br /&gt;(x) Signs&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Grinch&lt;br /&gt;( ) Texas Chainsaw Massacre&lt;br /&gt;( ) Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning&lt;br /&gt;() White Chicks&lt;br /&gt;() Butterfly Effect&lt;br /&gt;(x) 13 Going on 30&lt;br /&gt;(x) I, Robot&lt;br /&gt;( ) Robots&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story&lt;br /&gt;( ) Universal Soldier&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lemony Snicket: A Series Of Unfortunate Events&lt;br /&gt;(x) Along Came Polly&lt;br /&gt;(x) Deep Impact&lt;br /&gt;(x) KingPin&lt;br /&gt;(x) Never Been Kissed&lt;br /&gt;(x) Meet The Parents&lt;br /&gt;(x) Meet the Fockers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Eight Crazy Nights&lt;br /&gt;(x) Joe Dirt&lt;br /&gt;( ) KING KONG&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 47&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) A Cinderella Story&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Terminal&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Lizzie McGuire Movie&lt;br /&gt;(x) Passport to Paris&lt;br /&gt;(x) Dumb &amp;amp; Dumber&lt;br /&gt;() Dumber &amp; Dumberer&lt;br /&gt;() Final Destination&lt;br /&gt;( ) Final Destination 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Final Destination 3&lt;br /&gt;( ) Halloween&lt;br /&gt;() The Ring&lt;br /&gt;() The Ring 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Surviving X-MAS&lt;br /&gt;(x) Flubber&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 53&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harold &amp;amp; Kumar Go To White Castle&lt;br /&gt;(x) Practical Magic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Don't judge me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Chicago&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ghost Ship&lt;br /&gt;( ) From Hell&lt;br /&gt;( ) Hellboy&lt;br /&gt;(x) Secret Window&lt;br /&gt;(x) I Am Sam&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Whole Nine Yards&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Whole Ten Yards&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 59&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Day After Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;( ) Child's Play&lt;br /&gt;( ) Seed of Chucky&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bride of Chucky&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ten Things I Hate About You&lt;br /&gt;(x) Just Married&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gothika&lt;br /&gt;( ) Nightmare on Elm Street&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sixteen Candles&lt;br /&gt;(x) Remember the Titans&lt;br /&gt;( ) Coach Carter&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Grudge&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Grudge 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Mask&lt;br /&gt;( ) Son Of The Mask&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 65&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bad Boys&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bad Boys 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Joy Ride&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lucky Number Seven &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I have consulted google, this movie does not exist, unless they're refrencing some wierd indie movie with Asian people in it. Lucky Number SLEVEN on the other hand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ocean's Eleven&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ocean's Twelve&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bourne Identity&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bourne Supremecy&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lone Star&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bedazzled&lt;br /&gt;( ) Predator I&lt;br /&gt;( ) Predator II&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Fog&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ice Age&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ice Age 2: The Meltdown&lt;br /&gt;( ) Curious George&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 69&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Independence Day&lt;br /&gt;( ) Cujo&lt;br /&gt;( ) A Bronx Tale&lt;br /&gt;( ) Darkness Falls&lt;br /&gt;( ) Christine&lt;br /&gt;(x) ET&lt;br /&gt;( ) Children of the Corn&lt;br /&gt;( ) My Bosses Daughter&lt;br /&gt;(x) Maid in Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;( ) War of the Worlds&lt;br /&gt;(x) Rush Hour&lt;br /&gt;(x) Rush Hour 2&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 74&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Best Bet&lt;br /&gt;(x) How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days&lt;br /&gt;(x) She's All That&lt;br /&gt;(x) Calendar Girls&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sideways&lt;br /&gt;(x) Mars Attacks&lt;br /&gt;( ) Event Horizon&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ever After&lt;br /&gt;(x) Wizard of Oz&lt;br /&gt;(x) Forrest Gump&lt;br /&gt;( ) Big Trouble in Little China&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Terminator&lt;br /&gt;( )The Terminator 2&lt;br /&gt;( )The Terminator 3&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 82&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) X-Men&lt;br /&gt;(x) X-2&lt;br /&gt;(x) X-3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Spider-Man&lt;br /&gt;(x) Spider-Man 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sky High&lt;br /&gt;( ) Jeepers Creepers&lt;br /&gt;( ) Jeepers Creepers 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Catch Me If You Can&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Little Mermaid&lt;br /&gt;(x) Freaky Friday&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Reign of Fire&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Skulls&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cruel Intentions&lt;br /&gt;( ) Cruel Intentions 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Hot Chick&lt;br /&gt;(x) Shrek&lt;br /&gt;(x) Shrek 2&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 93 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Looks like I'm "offically" a loser!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Swimfan&lt;br /&gt;(x) Miracle on 34th street&lt;br /&gt;(x) Old School&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;( ) K-Pax&lt;br /&gt;( ) Krippendorf's Tribe&lt;br /&gt;(x) A Walk to Remember&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ice Castles&lt;br /&gt;( ) Boogeyman&lt;br /&gt;(X) The 40-year-old Virgin&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 98&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lord of the Rings Fellowship of the Ring&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lord of the Rings The Two Towers&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lord of the Rings Return Of the King&lt;br /&gt;( ) Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark&lt;br /&gt;(x) Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom&lt;br /&gt;( ) Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Basketball&lt;br /&gt;( ) Hostel&lt;br /&gt;( ) Waiting for Guffman&lt;br /&gt;( ) House of 1000 Corpses&lt;br /&gt;( ) Devils Rejects&lt;br /&gt;(x) Elf&lt;br /&gt;( ) Highlander&lt;br /&gt;( ) Mothman Prophecies&lt;br /&gt;( ) American History X&lt;br /&gt;( ) Three&lt;br /&gt;Total so Far: 101&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Jacket&lt;br /&gt;(x) Kung Fu Hustle&lt;br /&gt;( ) Shaolin Soccer&lt;br /&gt;( ) Night Watch&lt;br /&gt;(x) Monsters Inc.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Titanic&lt;br /&gt;( ) Monty Python and the Holy Grail&lt;br /&gt;( ) Shaun Of the Dead&lt;br /&gt;( ) Willard&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 104&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) High Tension&lt;br /&gt;( ) Club Dread&lt;br /&gt;( ) Hulk&lt;br /&gt;( ) Dawn Of the Dead&lt;br /&gt;(x) Hook&lt;br /&gt;(x) Chronicles Of Narnia The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;(x) 28 days later&lt;br /&gt;(x) Orgazmo&lt;br /&gt;( ) Phantasm&lt;br /&gt;( ) Waterworld&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 108 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Am I done yet?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Kill Bill vol 1&lt;br /&gt;(x) Kill Bill vol 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Mortal Kombat&lt;br /&gt;( ) Wolf Creek&lt;br /&gt;( ) Kingdom of Heaven&lt;br /&gt;( ) the Hills Have Eyes&lt;br /&gt;( ) I Spit on Your Grave aka the Day of the Woman&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Last House on the Left&lt;br /&gt;( ) Re-Animator&lt;br /&gt;(x) Army of Darkness&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 111&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. I The Phantom Menace&lt;br /&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. II Attack of the Clones&lt;br /&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. III Revenge of the Sith&lt;br /&gt;( ) Star Wars Ep. IV A New Hope&lt;br /&gt;( ) Star Wars Ep. V The Empire Strikes Back&lt;br /&gt;( ) Star Wars Ep. VI Return of the Jedi&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ewoks Caravan Of Courage&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ewoks The Battle For Endor&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 114&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Matrix&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Matrix Reloaded&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Matrix Revolutions&lt;br /&gt;( ) Animatrix&lt;br /&gt;( ) Evil Dead&lt;br /&gt;( ) Evil Dead 2&lt;br /&gt;(x)Team America: World Police&lt;br /&gt;( ) Red Dragon&lt;br /&gt;( ) Silence of the Lambs&lt;br /&gt;( ) Hannibal&lt;br /&gt;Total: 118&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a loser in the totally cool way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31809794-116910376950920149?l=storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/feeds/116910376950920149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31809794&amp;postID=116910376950920149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/116910376950920149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/116910376950920149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-apparently-im-loser.html' title='And Apparently... I&apos;m a Loser!'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708895096454312229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v129/115/119/182900417/n182900417_30609459_9845.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31809794.post-116771822358626944</id><published>2007-01-01T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T22:01:57.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Famous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com" title="MyHeritage - create your own family Website" alt="MyHeritage - create your own family Website" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/49/30/63/493063_723012aade99542ngd2r06.JPG" border="0" height="578" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean I have a chance with Clarke Kent?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31809794-116771822358626944?l=storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/feeds/116771822358626944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31809794&amp;postID=116771822358626944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/116771822358626944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/116771822358626944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-famous.html' title='I&apos;m Famous'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708895096454312229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v129/115/119/182900417/n182900417_30609459_9845.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31809794.post-116703116548595450</id><published>2006-12-24T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T22:42:05.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bratz!</title><content type='html'>The best definition I could find of these vinyl whores came from the Urban Dictionary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new doll line that debuted around 2001, to compete with &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Barbie"&gt;Barbie&lt;/a&gt;. Bratz dolls are designed for tweens of this generation, who are learning about sex, drugs, and violence at such an early age now that traditional princess-type dolls no longer represent reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bratz dolls come with clothes that are skimpy and trampy looking, and there is no alternative. You can't buy any Bratz clothes that cover their bodies properly, or look conservative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bratz were supposed to release their first full length feature film this year, I never saw it. However, I did see the “cinematic gem” BRATZ ROCKSTAR ANGELZ the other night and I began to wonder how these disproportionate whores came onto the market, this what I found this poorly written &lt;a href="http://collectdolls.about.com/od/dollprofiles/p/bratzdolls.htm"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; that I combined with my own smart ass comments added in every now and again! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="pco"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Size of Bratz Dolls:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Bratz dolls are 10" in height, but have a much more "chunky" &lt;i style=""&gt;(Less boobs more “junk in the trunk”) &lt;/i&gt;feel than Barbie dolls which are 11.5" in height. There is also a pocket-sized "mini Bratz" &lt;i style=""&gt;(Tiny ho’s) &lt;/i&gt;doll available. &lt;i style=""&gt;(Also available, GAINT BRATZ these things look like small children with abnormally large heads and super slutty outfits) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="pco"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Years of Production of Bratz Dolls:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Bratz dolls began production in the summer of 2001, and they are produced by MGA Entertainment.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="pco"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Materials and Characteristics of Bratz Dolls:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Bratz dolls are made of vinyl--hard vinyl for the head and body with softer, bendable vinyl for the arms and legs. &lt;i style=""&gt;(Naturally) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Bratz dolls also have a unique feature--when you change their shoes, you actually change their feet--the shoes and feet pop off as one &lt;i style=""&gt;(WTF?!?!).&lt;/i&gt; This obviously isn't very realistic, but it is fun for play and it does solve the problem of tiny doll shoes being vacuumed up all over the house. &lt;i style=""&gt;(If the dolls are only 10” would the feet still not be able to feel the wrath of a vacuum? Or are their feet as proportional as their heads? Which, are GIANT)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="pco"&gt;Controversies about Bratz Dolls: &lt;/span&gt;Bratz dolls are somewhat controversial because of their heavy diva-like&lt;i style=""&gt; (Diva-like? I don’t think Mimi wore that much eye shadow)&lt;/i&gt; makeup and their “oh-I'm-so-bored” &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Is that what it's supposed ot be? I thought it was more of a "come hither" expression!)&lt;/span&gt; heavy attitude expressions. Many mothers have also objected to the skimpy and/or overly "fashionista" outfits. &lt;i style=""&gt;(AKA my daughter’s playing with something you would find on a hooker run, except with a bigger head and feet that pop off!) &lt;/i&gt;Other mothers are simply so happy to have their 9-12 year old daughters still playing with dolls that they happily overlook those aspects of the doll. &lt;i style=""&gt;(Um, I’ve yet to see a 9-12 year old play with these things, and the movies are defiantly not geared towards that age group, although Rockstar Angelz did have a woman fall down an elevator, the only highlight of the movie I might add!)&lt;/i&gt; Whatever mothers think 9-12 year old girls are crazy about Bratz dolls!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A couple things I have to argue with this “Expert on Bratz dollzzzz” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Have      you ever seen a 9-12 year old playing with these things? I sure haven’t      although I did see a six year old in McDonalds one year with one, and they      were about the same height! I had to do a double take because the dolls      head was so abnormally large.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;If      these dolls are geared towards the “tween” generation, why are we telling them dressing like slutty ho bags is the way to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;All in all, I give the BRATZ ROCKSTAR ANGELZ a solid 4.5 out of 10. It would be lower but the stereotypes, over use of pink to portray evil, and old woman falling down an elevator shaft make it tolerable! However, I think my kids are going to play with Tamagotchi’s! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31809794-116703116548595450?l=storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/feeds/116703116548595450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31809794&amp;postID=116703116548595450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/116703116548595450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/116703116548595450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/2006/12/bratz.html' title='Bratz!'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708895096454312229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v129/115/119/182900417/n182900417_30609459_9845.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31809794.post-116588064314268651</id><published>2006-12-11T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T22:17:54.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that I should be studying, however I decided that I needed to see where I stood on the &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.christmassantaclaus.com/naughty_nice.asp"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Naughty or Nice List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and its official, I'm on the nice list (as if there was any question!). In celebration I would like the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A Hippopotamus&lt;br /&gt;for myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A Snap-On shopping spree for Graham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A Firebird/Trans Am for Carling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A cricut for Kyley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A new favorite T-shirt for Jackie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A soccer themed room for Danielle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Unlimited amounts of cotton spun yarn for Juli, in a rainbow of      colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A never ending supply of wine for Jenna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A high definition television for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Chad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; so he can fully experience his PS3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Red shoes for Steve so he can continue to support The Reds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A giant BAM for Paul (Preferably on a sign, similar to the old      Batman television series) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A closet full of fancy dresses for Carolyn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The rebirth of Dave’s Sunfire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A 43” Plasma screen for my brother, but not the PS3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;OH and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A puppy that doesn’t run away! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Thanks and Much Love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Miko &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31809794-116588064314268651?l=storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/feeds/116588064314268651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31809794&amp;postID=116588064314268651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/116588064314268651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/116588064314268651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/2006/12/dear-santa.html' title='Dear Santa'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708895096454312229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v129/115/119/182900417/n182900417_30609459_9845.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31809794.post-116544647269360656</id><published>2006-12-06T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T19:58:23.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Views On The Subject...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is an e-mail I wrote to the PM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dear Prime Minister,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that tomorrow you plan on voting against same sex marriages. Although I doubt that you will actually read this e-mail I must voice my displeasure with this idea. I will be the first to admit I am a very liberal thinker. If two people love truley love each other, they have a right to be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our country bends over backwards to be as accommodating to people of other nationalities. And I feel that Canada has lost part of its identity on account of that. I realize that we are a multicultural society, and I appreciate and am very proud of the fact that we, unlike our melting pot neighbours, embrace people's ethnicities and celebrate that we are all in fact different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sir, why is it that we are not accommodating our own citizens as well? I present this question to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If homosexuality was something that was only practiced in another country, and gay marriage was part of their religion, would it then become legalized?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If two people love each other what right do any of us have to tell them that what they are doing isn't legal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you are a religious man yourself, so I say let God decide what is right and wrong in the matters of love. In the matters of the law, if for no other reason then allowing two people who love each other share the same dental plan. Please rethink your vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miko&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31809794-116544647269360656?l=storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/feeds/116544647269360656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31809794&amp;postID=116544647269360656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/116544647269360656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/116544647269360656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-views-on-subject.html' title='My Views On The Subject...'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708895096454312229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v129/115/119/182900417/n182900417_30609459_9845.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31809794.post-116504539368971959</id><published>2006-12-01T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T19:38:05.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon a Doghouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3076/3466/1600/9930/Henry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 160px; cursor: pointer; height: 151px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3076/3466/200/23108/Henry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Once upon a fall semester in the year 2006, Miko, a student, wanted to make a doghouse for her incredibly spoiled brat of a dog as one of her area assignments for her Production Techniques class. However, this was not going to be any old doghouse. This doghouse was going to have “a room with a view” or as Miko liked to refer to it, the "pimped out puppy palace", or P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Once she found this amazing doghouse she went to the scene shop and discussed the size and price of the doghouse with the all knowing carpenters. She was frightened at first when D.G. told her it would cost her $100. But after talking to J, and having him reassure her that the doghouse didn’t have to be any bigger then 2’x2’ especially considering the fact her dog weighed all of 5lbs, and that she would really only have to buy the plywood. Miko’s embarked on her first journey… buying plywood!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Miko traveled to the magical store Home Depot, she found a piece of plywood named ½” good one side spruce. Miko took one look and knew that was the piece of plywood that was meant for her (it was a really nice piece of plywood!)! After having it cut in half and getting into a minor scrap with the stupid piece of plywood on the way to the cashier till (which it won and the scars still haven’t healed). Miko loaded the plywood into her Grandfather’s minivan, as her Chrysler Sebring wouldn’t be able to handle such a task. Miko traveled to the other side of the city, over the bridge and arrived at the loading dock where she dropped off the wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3076/3466/1600/595187/DSCN2031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 210px; cursor: pointer; height: 157px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3076/3466/320/419550/DSCN2031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Construction of her project did begin the next week, the wood was cut into 2’x2’ squares and she cut a doorway out in one of the pieces, so the dog could enter and exit the box (She thought it might be a good idea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3076/3466/1600/276308/DSCN2032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 248px; cursor: pointer; height: 186px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3076/3466/320/808068/DSCN2032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the doorway was cut, Miko used all mighty brad nails and his sidekick, carpenters glue, to piece the box together. The future of the ½” piece of plywood was beginning to take shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3076/3466/1600/448000/DSCN2034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 241px; cursor: pointer; height: 181px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3076/3466/320/544056/DSCN2034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After Miko pieced the box together she carefully selected friends for the ½” plywood from the scrap wood piles, she then cut the pieces to length on the chop saw.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3076/3466/1600/704923/DSCN2048.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3076/3466/1600/704923/DSCN2048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3076/3466/200/956876/DSCN2048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3076/3466/1600/517390/DSCN2041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3076/3466/320/400697/DSCN2041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The decorative pieces were glued, nailed, sanded and then put&lt;br /&gt;onto the box, with a few mishaps along the way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3076/3466/1600/704923/DSCN2048.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3076/3466/1600/446934/DSCN2052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 123px; cursor: pointer; height: 158px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3076/3466/200/44622/DSCN2052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Construction the second story began and after the posts were put in place, it looked like a big, ugly crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3076/3466/1600/465648/DSCN2066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3076/3466/200/543110/DSCN2066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3076/3466/1600/412587/DSCN2058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3076/3466/200/752294/DSCN2058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With the help of D.G., Miko successfully finished the second story. And, in the words of D, it was a bitch! Miko doesn’t know how to measure so the boarders were short, then when they were the right size she didn’t know how to put them in properly, the nails would not stay in and she was forced to clamp them for a bit, but finally, everything came together and all of the boarders were level! The doghouse was finally beginning to take shape. And, after the second story was completed Miko moved onto the boarders of the house. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Those were fine! Well they sucked to put on and it involved a lot of measuring and cutting, but other then that it was fine!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3076/3466/1600/37130/Randoms%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 96px; cursor: pointer; height: 75px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3076/3466/200/998719/Randoms%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3076/3466/1600/317447/Randoms%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3076/3466/200/763789/Randoms%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All that was left was the stairs and after measuring many angles and cutting, pre drilling, re cutting, screwing, and re-screwing them, measuring, re-measuring, and many test fits, the stairs were finished. Miko’s P&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; was finally constructed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3076/3466/1600/270378/DSCN2108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3076/3466/200/808979/DSCN2108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After looking at the doghouse repeatedly it was decided that the doorway needed a frame. So after two attempts and one broken band saw blade Miko FINALLY had the construction of her doghouse completed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It only took her, you know, forever to finish the freaking thing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;All that was left was to paint! Taping and painting took another solid two days and she couldn’t get the paint to stop bleeding through (probably because of the fact she was using masking tape, or so she’s told) and taking the tape off was a pain in the ass as well.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3076/3466/1600/896355/DSCN2114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3076/3466/200/205402/DSCN2114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3076/3466/1600/932637/DSCN2118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3076/3466/200/259213/DSCN2118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FINALLY after numerous coats, a totally unreasonable amount of bad cuts, and many screw ups with the brad nails. Miko’s puppy palace was finally complete. It reminded her of something out of a Dr. Seuss book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She never plans on working with wood again. That’s a lie; she’s taking 3811 next semester...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31809794-116504539368971959?l=storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/feeds/116504539368971959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31809794&amp;postID=116504539368971959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/116504539368971959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/116504539368971959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/2006/12/once-upon-doghouse.html' title='Once Upon a Doghouse'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708895096454312229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v129/115/119/182900417/n182900417_30609459_9845.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31809794.post-116456370664323690</id><published>2006-11-26T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T20:54:37.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Time For Miko</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So, after being told that if I don't slow down I am in fact going to end up in the hospital. I've decided to make this memorandum! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I, Miko Nakamura promise that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will no longer work 30 hours a week while doing shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will start taking time for myself/doing things for myself (Kyley, we're scrapbooking!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I have to work at 6am, I will not stay up any later then 11pm the night before&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If I do not adhere to these points, someone smack me across the face, roundhouse kick me to the face! Do whatever it takes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: Am I missing anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31809794-116456370664323690?l=storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/feeds/116456370664323690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31809794&amp;postID=116456370664323690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/116456370664323690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/116456370664323690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/2006/11/more-time-for-miko.html' title='More Time For Miko'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708895096454312229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v129/115/119/182900417/n182900417_30609459_9845.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31809794.post-116338044106532992</id><published>2006-11-12T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:20.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Food Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dramatis Personae:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M- As always, very awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;K - M's supercool friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;C - K's friend. Also supercool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;D - Owns Chinese restaruant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;At rise:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M has ordered Chinese food and has gone to pick it up, she has been sitting in the restaurant for over half an hour when her order finally comes out. M's plan is to go over to K's house after she picks up the Chinese food and scrapbook with K and C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;D: Sorry sorry, here's your food ok have a good night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M then gets into her car and drives to K's house along the way her cell phone rings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M: Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;D: Hello? M, this is D from the restaurant, you're missing food! What's the address I'll send it to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M: I'm not sure, I don't know the address off hand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;D: Ok here's what you're going to do take down this number...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M: I can't I'm driving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;D: Ok so what's the address of the house that you're going to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M: I don't know! I just know how to get there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;D: Ok but where is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M: Westside!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;D: Ok, I'll send the driver over to the westside and I'll give him your cell phone number. When he gets over to the westside he'll call you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M: Ok sounds good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M finally arrives at K's house and the three go upstairs to the kitchen to discover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M: THIS ISN'T WHAT WE ORDERED AT ALL!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;K: Awww man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M: You know I didn't say anything about having to wait for like, an hour and fifteen minutes but this is stupid, I'm calling them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M picks up phone and dials the number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Person1: Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M: Hi this is M, you may remember me from 20 minutes ago sitting there, waiting for my food? I was sitting alone, in the corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Person1: Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M: Good, well here's the thing, I got an order but there' s only ONE thing I ordered in this, D called me and said he was sending the food I was missing but I want to know what exactly it is he's sending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Person1: Is the bill correct?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M: Yeah the bills correct, but why isn't MY food correct? Frankly I'm a little upset by this whole situation, I'm hungry and I just want my food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Person1: Look, I'll have D call you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M: Ok sounds good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5 minutes later &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M: Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;D: M this is D, listen just start on the food you have right now and we'll send out another order right away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M: Ok, that was the plan anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The three will start picking at the food &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;C: What is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M: It's sweet and sour sauce, it's a Lethbridge thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;K: What else do we have here? Ginger beef, good good. What is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M: Shrimp Stirfry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;C&amp;K: EWWWW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M: Whatev's I'll eat it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;K gets out a calculator &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M: What are you doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;K: Figuring out how much food we got for free, ok so we paid $61 for our food and this food came out to $63&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M: And we're getting another $61 worth of food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Fifteen minutes later the doorbell rings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Person2: Hi, you ordered Chinese food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M: Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The girls unload the food to find that D had DOUBLED certain things in their order. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;K picks up phone and calls her mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;K: Hi Mom, you should come home and eat some of this food because we got like $120 worth of food because they screwed up so badly! She wants to know if we want something to drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M: Can I have some root beer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mom will soon come home. Upon her arrival the dog will great her and K will yell from the kitchen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;K: Are you ready for this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mom: I don't know am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M: It's pretty impressive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mom will enter the kitchen and see the island full of Chinese food! She will then laugh and make herself a plate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After all the girls are finished eating, they will begin to compare cell phone ring tones and M will demand to have the stupidest ringtone ever be played when she calls K. The comparison of ringtones will lead to the girls singing (badly) all their favorite songs such as &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IbvZlfTulYc"&gt;Before He Cheats.&lt;/a&gt; The horrid singing will lead to the download of the proper songs to show Mom the amazingness Carrie Underwood! &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M will also force K to download the &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iTCjFPzIxpU"&gt;Cha Cha Slide&lt;/a&gt;, a song that in M's opinion is the stupidest song EVER!!! White and nerdy and Canadian Idiot will also be downloaded and played. The girls will spend the rest of the night trying to answer nearly impossible questions from the 80's and watching Reba. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No scrapbooking was accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Curtain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31809794-116338044106532992?l=storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/feeds/116338044106532992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31809794&amp;postID=116338044106532992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/116338044106532992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/116338044106532992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/2006/11/chinese-food-anyone.html' title='Chinese Food Anyone?'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708895096454312229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v129/115/119/182900417/n182900417_30609459_9845.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31809794.post-116175274113459340</id><published>2006-10-24T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T22:21:02.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Survivors Guide</title><content type='html'>Miko's Survivors Guide To Staying Sane!&lt;br /&gt;(While Doing A Show)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stay up as late as possible as often as possible (I recommend 12:30 - 1:00am)&lt;br /&gt;2. Get up as early as humanly possible, as often as possible (I recommend 5:00am)&lt;br /&gt;3. Have a million different things going once, making sure to schedule just enough time to sleep&lt;br /&gt;4. Bring your laptop and all your homework in an attempt to be productive&lt;br /&gt;5. Realize that although you're hauling all of your textbooks around, you're probably not going to get anything done&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't even bother putting effort into your appearance, no one will see you/care&lt;br /&gt;7. Make sure you're up to date with all the gossip at all times!&lt;br /&gt;8. Take only one or two pictures of the past few weeks that way the memories will be nice and vague&lt;br /&gt;9. When Striking the sound, always make sure you bring friends who are willing to help. Not only does it make the job go by faster, it makes you feel important&lt;br /&gt;10. After it's all said and done, PARTY!~!~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31809794-116175274113459340?l=storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/feeds/116175274113459340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31809794&amp;postID=116175274113459340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/116175274113459340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/116175274113459340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/2006/10/survivors-guide.html' title='A Survivors Guide'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708895096454312229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v129/115/119/182900417/n182900417_30609459_9845.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31809794.post-116035893608417973</id><published>2006-10-08T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T21:27:38.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog About Kyley, And My Views On Turkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3076/3466/1600/DSCN0896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3076/3466/320/DSCN0896.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Kyley I went to her birthday party on Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3076/3466/1600/DSCN0903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3076/3466/320/DSCN0903.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me and Kyley at her birthday celebration on Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got her Spongs, green ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3076/3466/1600/DSCN0894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3076/3466/320/DSCN0894.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People Drank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 174px; height: 174px;" src="http://finewhyfine.typepad.com/fine_why_fine/sprite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I drank pop all night! And two stepped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then I realized I forgot to feed the dog so I left early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I went to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:145.5pt;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\owner1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\03\clip_image001.wmz" title="MCj03888740000[1]"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was there for what seemed like an eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was frustrating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Soon after I got home the doorbell rang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I answered it and got cupcakes (The good ones from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crave&lt;/span&gt;) and flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've made the decision that cupcakes are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;WAY&lt;/span&gt; better then turkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok, maybe not &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; better! But awesome nonetheless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Closing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving Everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;May yours be filled with Turkey, Stuffing, Gravy, Potatoes and Pumpkin Pie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;QUICK SURVEY!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What's the best part of the Thanksgiving dinner?&lt;br /&gt;Miko's Feelings: The Stuffing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31809794-116035893608417973?l=storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/feeds/116035893608417973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31809794&amp;postID=116035893608417973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/116035893608417973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/116035893608417973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-about-kyley-and-my-views-on.html' title='Blog About Kyley, And My Views On Turkey'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708895096454312229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v129/115/119/182900417/n182900417_30609459_9845.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31809794.post-115915831210759347</id><published>2006-09-24T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T20:53:16.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ye Events of The Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Take one Friday night&lt;br /&gt;Add one little brother&lt;br /&gt;Throw in a sizeable dash of &lt;a href="http://meco16.spaces.live.com/PersonalSpace.aspx?_c11_PhotoAlbum_spaHandler=TWljcm9zb2Z0LlNwYWNlcy5XZWIuUGFydHMuUGhvdG9BbGJ1bS5GdWxsTW9kZUNvbnRyb2xsZXI%24&amp;_c11_PhotoAlbum_spaFolderID=cns!F8535F2C14C9B3B6!477&amp;amp;_c=PhotoAlbum"&gt;Pirates&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix Thoroghly with four kegs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And you'll have a Friday night worth mentioning in a blog. Not a full script because I left the party before midnight due to the fact that I was so bloody sick. The pictures of the party can pretty much tell the story for you. If you're too lazy to click on the link, well then that's pretty lazy! However, the following had to be my favorite moment of the evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Arg Ye Scurvy Pirate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;(AKA Friday Night)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dramatis Personae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;M - Protagonist, dressed like a pirate has no voice and feels like crap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;H - M's brother also dressed like a pirate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;C - M's super drunk friend, dressed like a pirate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;J - M's super cute friend who's sober as well, also keeping with the theme, dressed like a pirate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;D- Friend who is also dressed as a pirate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scene:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;M is standing talking to J in a hallway when C approaches... C rushed over and hugs the two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;C: I love you guys! You know what we should do? We should have a brownie party where we're at your house M, and we'll chillax on your bed and watch Sailor Moon movies on your laptop. But we won't just eat the brownies, we'll make them too! Doesn't that sound like fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;M&amp;J: Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;C: I love you guys! M, YOU'RE MY SAILOR MARS!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;M &lt;/em&gt;will go and get water from the room it is being stored in, upon returning to the party she is approached by H &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;H: Are you ok? C said you weren't feeling well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;M: Well, I have no voice! But I'm fine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;H: No you're not, let's go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;M: No seriously I'm fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;H: Seriously, you look and sound like crap, let's go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;M:...Ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Curtain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Miko's Adventures With Stone Cold Steve Austin!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(AKA Saturday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dramatis Persoane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;M - Protagonist, no longer wearing a pirate costume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;J- M's supercool friend who just got engaged (Yes, I'm telling everyone!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;G - Dating M exclusively, but the two are not in a relationship! Owns a truck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;C - M's Supercool friend, no longer hammered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;R - M's cousin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7 Small children between the ages of 3-5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At Rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The 7 children will be running around the backyard as it is M's cousin's 5th birthday party. Due to this monumental event, R's parents decided it would be a good idea to rent an astro jump! (With Stone Cold coming out of the front of it, Awesome!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;J and M will be sitting on the patio in M's backyard waiting for the opportunity to kick the children out of the astro jump and weasel their way into it. M and J will be conversing when J will see G leaning over the fence. M will go to let him in and when she does she sees that his shoes and his hands are covered with mud.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;G: I've got a really great story!&lt;br /&gt;M: I can hardly wait! Come on in... just take off your shoes first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;M will show G to the patio where J and M have been sitting for the past 45 minutes or so attempting to do homework but have basically just been catching up because they never get to see each other. G will sit down and begin telling his amazing story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;G: So I'm driving to Lethbridge to see this girl right? And along the way I decide 'hey, let's go off roading! So as I do I see this mud puddle and I think to myself, yeah I can make it through that' So I start going and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;G will continue telling the story of how his truck got stuck and how Earl and his cousin had to come and pull him out of the mud! Later that evening M will go and see the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://meco16.spaces.live.com/PersonalSpace.aspx?_c11_PhotoAlbum_spaHandler=TWljcm9zb2Z0LlNwYWNlcy5XZWIuUGFydHMuUGhvdG9BbGJ1bS5GdWxsTW9kZUNvbnRyb2xsZXI%24&amp;amp;_c11_PhotoAlbum_spaFolderID=cns!F8535F2C14C9B3B6!492&amp;amp;_c=PhotoAlbum"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;truck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; The only word that can come to mind is awesomeness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;J and M will go back to having a conversation about child development and the "miracle of birth"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;M: Have fun seeing how forceps are used!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;J: Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;M: Yeah! Man they showed us how those suckers were used, then and there was when I determined I was adopting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;G: Oh the stories I'm going to have when I get back to Calgary! Hey G what did you guys talk about when you were in Lethbridge? Forceps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Roughly ten minutes later the 7 little devils will go inside and eat dinner, at that point J and M will take over the astro jump! G will eventually join the two. C will show up for a couple minutes to enjoy in some astrojumping fun. The four will break the rules of the astrojump and eat food in it whilst the children are inside. Soon J and C will have to leave and G and M are suddenly bombarded with very hyper children jumping and head butting each other, at which point they will determine it is time to leave and go do something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Curtain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31809794-115915831210759347?l=storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/feeds/115915831210759347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31809794&amp;postID=115915831210759347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/115915831210759347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/115915831210759347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/2006/09/ye-events-of-weekend.html' title='Ye Events of The Weekend'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708895096454312229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v129/115/119/182900417/n182900417_30609459_9845.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31809794.post-115704971878521225</id><published>2006-08-31T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T12:03:37.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Survey</title><content type='html'>So I've been working on this since I started working this summer. I stole it from my friend &lt;a href="http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com"&gt;Jackie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;What's your favorite constellation?&lt;/strong&gt; Pavo, because it means peacock! And the story is pretty bitchin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Have you ever eaten something ridiculously spicy for money?&lt;/strong&gt; Nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Are you really good at something embarrassing?&lt;/strong&gt; I wouldn't say I'm good. But knitting and scrapbooking are my weaknesses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What's your favorite Christmas tradition?&lt;/strong&gt; Christmas Eve Dinner! We always have sushi and afterwards we'll probably watch &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0085334/"&gt;A Christmas Story &lt;/a&gt;and we always end the night with driving around and looking at Christmas lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What kind of things do you draw when you're doodling mindlessly?&lt;/strong&gt; Flowers or stick people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Do you consider yourself a good tipper?&lt;/strong&gt; I do consider myself a good tipper, unless the service sucks, then my tip will reflect that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What age were you the first time you ever got drunk?&lt;/strong&gt; Moving on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. When you were a little kid, what was your dream career?&lt;/strong&gt; I wanted to be on Broadway, although I didn't know the term Broadway until I was 8, before then I just wanted to be famous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Have you ever hung up on a telemarketer before?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, and I lie to them too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What do you cook best?&lt;/strong&gt; Hmm that's a tough one. I like to think that I make a mean Aloo Gobi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What was your favorite cartoon as a child?&lt;/strong&gt; Ninja Turtles takes the cake! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M-icMm18-SI"&gt;Smoggies &lt;/a&gt;was a close second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;What's your shower routine?&lt;/strong&gt; Wash hair, repeat, rinse, condition, soap, shave, rinse conditioner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What's your earliest childhood memory?&lt;/strong&gt; Having the dresser fall on me when I was two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. What and where is the most interesting scar on your body?&lt;/strong&gt; Probably the scar I received from the dresser falling on me when I was two, it's on the middle of my forehead. Although the scar that's on the left corner of my mouth is pretty sweet. I got it when I was born! (Doctor's cut to deep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Everyone is irrationally afraid of something; what's your phobia?&lt;/strong&gt; GERMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Do you have a passive movement?&lt;/strong&gt; I'm never passive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. What's your favourite kind of cheese?&lt;/strong&gt; The kind made out of SOY! (It tastes like rubber, I don't recommend it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Where were the monsters when you were a kid, in the closet, under the bed, or somewhere else?&lt;/strong&gt; I never believed in monsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. If you had your dream bathroom, what would it look like?&lt;/strong&gt; OH MAN! Ok to start off with it would have a shower fit for a queen, walls looking into a garden! It would have shower heads a plenty and those jets that massage your back! There would be a seat so I would never cut myself shaving! The bathtub would be ginormus and jets a plenty and the water would come out from the wall there would be no tap! My sinks I could care less about! The toilet would be made for a queen and they would automatically return the toilet seat to it's natural position. (And yes, I plan on marrying rich)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. What's the most exotic animal you've ever touched?&lt;/strong&gt; I fed a giraffe once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. What's the most exotic animal you've ever eaten?&lt;/strong&gt; Umm, I don't know! Horse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Where was the most inopportune place you've ever thrown up?&lt;/strong&gt; On my Principle's shoes in Jr High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. What's in your omelette?&lt;/strong&gt; Tomatoes, onions, sausage, peppers, YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Who's your alter-ego?&lt;/strong&gt; I have no idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. If you were to permanently and legally change your name tomorrow, what would you change it to?&lt;/strong&gt; As much as I hated my name when I was little I've come to appreciate how unique it really is, I'd never change it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Can you bring yourself to tell someone outright that you don't like them? Who are we talking about?&lt;/strong&gt; Boss, Coworker, "Friend" (AKA Karen the douchebag)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Let's say the speed limit is 100 km/h. How fast would you be driving?&lt;/strong&gt; 110-120 no faster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Are you, or have you ever been pee-shy?&lt;/strong&gt; No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. What makes you woozy just to look at?&lt;/strong&gt; Vomit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. What do you consider "staying up late"?&lt;/strong&gt; Midnight is late! (I'm old, I know, I know!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Everyone has some kind of collection. What's yours?&lt;/strong&gt; I collect Kimono's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Do you believe in fate or destiny?&lt;/strong&gt; I think that you make your own destiny. Fate I haven't decided what my thoughts on that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Are you superstitious? In what way?&lt;/strong&gt; No I don't consider myself to be superstitious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Do you own a musical instrument? Can you play it?&lt;/strong&gt; I own a bass. By no means am I a rockstar on it, but given about an hour I can stumble my way through the majority of songs put in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Can you play any (other) kind of musical instrument?&lt;/strong&gt; Do the spoons count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. How many times do you usually hit the snooze button?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't hit the snooze button, I sleep though the alarm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. What's the most shameful CD in your collection?&lt;/strong&gt; 50 Cent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. What do you do when you're listening to music, sing out loud, lip sync with the words, or just listen?&lt;/strong&gt; Sing out loud as much as possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. When it comes to hygiene, what's something you're really picky about?&lt;/strong&gt; Clean teeth are a must!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. If you were going to find a dead body somewhere, where do you think it would be?&lt;/strong&gt; Hmm well from what I've heard in my travels, I think I'd just have to head down to Heritage Park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Have you ever read the Bible?&lt;/strong&gt; Never cover to cover! But yes I've read the bible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. What do you consider to be the foulest substance on earth?&lt;/strong&gt; Veggimite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. What's a song you're embarrassed to say you've obsessed over?&lt;/strong&gt; Stars Are Blind was on my summer song list for sometime... Shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. Do your feet get too cold or too hot?&lt;/strong&gt; Both! It's annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. What's your favourite conspiracy theory?&lt;/strong&gt; I'm not big on the consipracy theories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. What kind of calendar do you have?&lt;/strong&gt; Harry Potter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. What's your favourite fad?&lt;/strong&gt; Long t-shirts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48. How do you like your drinking water?&lt;/strong&gt; Coolers! They're the only way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. What kind of keychain do you have?&lt;/strong&gt; An LED light, lip balm and a Lanyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. What's something you're always losing even when you try to be careful?&lt;/strong&gt; I'm Awful with Sunglasses, and apparently diamond earrings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51. What's your favourite amusement park ride?&lt;/strong&gt; So long as it's fast, scary and you experience 0 gravity, I'm happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. What was the name of your favourite teacher(s) during grade school?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Do you know his/her first name too?&lt;/strong&gt; Mr. G! Goerzen was pretty awsome too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54. How many languages can you swear in?&lt;/strong&gt; English and Japanese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;55. What kind of charitable thing do you try to do regularly?&lt;/strong&gt; I do Helping hands annualy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56. Do you have any weird goals?&lt;/strong&gt; Find an epiphany toilet. Singing at a kareoke bar in Japan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57. What are the best and worst parts of doing laundry?&lt;/strong&gt; The time it takes UGH! The best is knowing your clothing options aren't limited by dirty laundry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58. If you had a tank full of goldfish, who would you name them after?&lt;/strong&gt; I'd look at the worst baby names website and name them accordingly! Semen, Jetta etc! (One would have to be named Goldie Hawn!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;59. How do you take your marshmallows?&lt;/strong&gt; They have to be toasted, not burned, I peel off the top layer and repeat about six more times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60. If the world suddenly ended and you were the very last person left, what would be the very first thing you'd do?&lt;/strong&gt; Make sure I WAS the very last person on earth, after that, I'd learn how to fly, ride a motocycle, shoot stuff, the usual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61. Name something you horde.&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62. What do you do when you can't sleep?&lt;/strong&gt; Play on my computer, read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. What part of your body is the most ticklish? (Now be honest!) &lt;/strong&gt;My knees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64. Have you ever gotten a bull's-eye while playing darts?&lt;/strong&gt; Once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65. Are you a label peeler?&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, it's hard because I have to steal the bottles, peel off the labels then give them back before anyone notices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;66. When/Where is the best time/place to think?&lt;/strong&gt; Refer to question 56. (Joking) Depends on what I'm thinking about but I've always found getting away to nature, in the morning the best! When I'm camping I'm usually the first one up and have a good hour to myself just to walk around and think about life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;67. Do you have a habit you display when you're deep in thought?&lt;/strong&gt; I stare into space, my vision will become blurry, that's how I know I'm REALLY deep in thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68. What's the bane of your existence?&lt;/strong&gt; Oh so many things, Mean old people are at the top of my list right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. What's something you're always breaking or ruining?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;70. Do you prefer full- or wide-screen movies?&lt;/strong&gt; So long as the movie doesn't say "This film has been formatted to fit your screen" or whatever the hell it says, I'm happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71. Do you name your plants?&lt;/strong&gt; No. I had a hard enough time naming my dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72. What's something you're thoroughly uncreative with?&lt;/strong&gt; My choice of outfits/hair and makeup so basically my apperance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;73. If you were to die tomorrow and, as a ghost, could give instructions for your own funeral, what would you tell your loved ones to do with you?&lt;/strong&gt; I've already been over this with a couple of you. My funeral I would demand it be respectful. After the funeral my wishes would be to go to a Jpanese themed kareoke bar, I will survive must be sung at least twice for irony's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74. What do you do during long phone conversations?&lt;/strong&gt; I tend to clean up my kitchen, I don't have a kitchen of my own this year, so It'll be my bathroom I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;75. Do you have any small (or large) mutations on your body?&lt;/strong&gt; Nopers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;76. Where is a place where you never ever smile?&lt;/strong&gt; At work (j/k)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. In your point of view, who is "the enemy"?&lt;/strong&gt; George Bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78. Do you have any self-taught skills?&lt;/strong&gt; I like to think I taught myself the ways of scrapbooking. (Ok, Kyley helped a lot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;79. Have you ever cross-dressed specifically for the purpose of looking like someone of the opposite sex?&lt;/strong&gt; Um, No but I'm thinking I want to be Charlie Chaplin this halloween! (Thoughts?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80. Which do like better, funny quotes, inspirational quotes, or some other genre of quotes?&lt;/strong&gt; Funny Quotes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;81. Do you have some genre of books/TV/movies that's especially dear to you?&lt;/strong&gt; Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82. When are you most photogenic?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't think I'm ever photgenic! I want to go on that TLC show, Cover shot I think is what it's called!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;83. Who are you jealous of?&lt;/strong&gt; JK Rowling, she knows the ending of the 7th book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. Got any weird eating habits?&lt;/strong&gt; I eat in my sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;85. Do you know what your parents were going to name you if you'd been born the opposite sex?&lt;/strong&gt; If not, what do you think your opposite sex name would be? I think it was going to be Yoshi or Hiro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;86. What's something interesting about your handwriting?&lt;/strong&gt; It's revolting! I try and use a computer whenever possible! I hope to only ever teach grade one so I never have to touch cursive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;87. Where do you sleep on your bed?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't ever stay in one spot, and I like to take up as much of the bed as possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88. Who's your favourite Muppet?&lt;/strong&gt; The Chef! (What was his name again?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;89. Ever been completely naked outdoors?&lt;/strong&gt; What did it feel like? Um no actually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;90. What's the most sick you've ever been?&lt;/strong&gt; Hmm I had Bever Fever once, that was pretty foul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;91. Any part(s) of your body fake? Pins, plates, cyborg brains...?&lt;/strong&gt; No I'm 100% genuine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;92. What do you normally eat for a midnight snack?&lt;/strong&gt; Krispy Kreme's! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93. Any learned taste aversions?&lt;/strong&gt; No, not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;94. Everyone should have a personal Monopoly piece. What's yours?&lt;/strong&gt; I know what you're about to say "Miko, she's totally going to pick the shoe" NO! WRONG! The shoe is effing ugly! I like the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;95. What bones do you like to crack in your body?&lt;/strong&gt; My back and my neck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;96. What's the most you've ever won from a Scratch-n'-Win before? &lt;/strong&gt;$20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;97. Which accent is your favourite?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know! British? Yes, let's go with that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98. Where do you usually find money unexpectedly?&lt;/strong&gt; On the bus! I would always find money while on city transit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99. What's your vice?&lt;/strong&gt; Shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100. If you were to make up your own religion, what would you call it and what would it be about?&lt;/strong&gt; This is the question that I've struggled with for most of the summer, and I still can't think of a proper answer! I'm sticking with my own religion!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31809794-115704971878521225?l=storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/feeds/115704971878521225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31809794&amp;postID=115704971878521225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/115704971878521225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/115704971878521225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/2006/08/ultimate-survey.html' title='The Ultimate Survey'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708895096454312229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v129/115/119/182900417/n182900417_30609459_9845.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31809794.post-115680365935044095</id><published>2006-08-28T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T13:22:11.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon A Saturday</title><content type='html'>Once upon a Saturday in the enchanted city of Calgary, there was a fairy princess named Miko. About two weeks ago, the fairy princess went on a great camping adventure with her friend SP45 and his fair maiden R. During this great camping adventure the Fairy Princess lost her mother’s earring while bartering in the local supermarket in Bragg Creek. &lt;a href="http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-sunday-evening.html"&gt;Her earring had been found &lt;/a&gt;and she was to retrieve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following weekend the fairy princess was about to embark on a great road trip with the hopes of retrieving the coveted earring. A task so monotonous she dare not embark on it alone. Miko called upon her friends, The Grumpy Giant, and her Hand Maiden &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sailor_Moon_(English_version)"&gt;Serena&lt;/a&gt;, the champion of justice and who in the name of the moon would triumph over evil! (All done in her spare time of course!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was mid afternoon when the two friends arrived at the Princess’s castle and soon after, the three were ready to embark on their great journey. The three climbed into the mighty Acura and began driving into the great abyss. After a significant (but not long) period of time the three reached their destination – Bragg Creek! A land filled with breathtaking scenery, stores that were very charming, but also very over priced, and the washed up boy bad &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Moffatts"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Moffats&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. (Their career went &lt;em&gt;Bang Bang Boom&lt;/em&gt; back in 2001. Oh who am I kidding it was way before then!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three arrived at their destination, the supermarket. Miko talked to a manager about the coveted earring. And, after a few minutes, the Fairy Princess had the beloved stud back in her possession! Filled with happiness and relief, she thanked the manager several times, and before leaving was given the title of “the earring girl.” The Hand Maiden Serena announced it shall be her title forever more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three will leave the supermarket and begin their next journey, the search for pie! However, the journey would be unsuccessful as the pie shop that, according to the Grumpy Giant, was so amazing seemed to have gone out of business. Instead the three got back into the car and drove back to the enchanted city in the hopes of making it to the magical bakery of &lt;em&gt;Crave&lt;/em&gt; before it closed. However, no such luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hand Maiden was starved and deeply saddened by the lack of cupcakes that she possessed. However, her spirits soon rose when she discovered a coffee shop that sold Nutella lates. The nutella goodness made the Maiden’s day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After making a short stop in the toy store the three returned to the car and began driving back to the Princess’s castle where they would partake in the great feast of BBQ pizza prepared by His Royal Highness – Miko’s Dad! Before arriving, The Princess and her Hand Maiden would put in the Soundtrack to the Musical &lt;em&gt;Rent&lt;/em&gt; (The Broadway version!) and began singing the spiteful lyrics to the memorable so &lt;em&gt;Take Me or Leave Me&lt;/em&gt;. The Grumpy Giant will begin making “Kill me now” gestures to other drivers when they are stopped at red lights. This will not deter the duo from singing to their hearts content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meal, content and full, the three decided to see a show. Upon entering the &lt;em&gt;Movie Dome&lt;/em&gt;, Miko realized why she tries to avoid the North East as much as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31809794-115680365935044095?l=storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/feeds/115680365935044095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31809794&amp;postID=115680365935044095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/115680365935044095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/115680365935044095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/2006/08/once-upon-saturday.html' title='Once Upon A Saturday'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708895096454312229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v129/115/119/182900417/n182900417_30609459_9845.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31809794.post-115651751219257633</id><published>2006-08-25T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T13:38:14.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Soundtrack</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;And may I present to you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Soundtrack To My Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Credits: A Beginning - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking Up: Good Morning Starshine - Hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average Day: A Day In The Life - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Date: First Date - Blink 182&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in Love: Elephant Love Medly - Moulin Rouge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight Scene: Combat Baby - Metric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Up: Behind these Hazel Eyes - Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making Up: Come What May - Mouling Rouge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's Okay: We're Okay - RENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental Breakdown: Revolution #9 - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving: L.G. Fuad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback: Harry Potter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partying: Party Up - Hiliar Duff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy: Shut up and smile - Bowling for Soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regretting: Knock-Down Drag-Out - Weezer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long Night Alone: What is Love - Haddaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Scene: Contact - RENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Credits: El Scorcho - Weezer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31809794-115651751219257633?l=storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/feeds/115651751219257633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31809794&amp;postID=115651751219257633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/115651751219257633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/115651751219257633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-soundtrack.html' title='My Soundtrack'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708895096454312229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v129/115/119/182900417/n182900417_30609459_9845.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31809794.post-115617324892136470</id><published>2006-08-21T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T08:45:36.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sunday Evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dramatis Personae:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;M - Protagonist&lt;br /&gt;PFBC - Person From Bragg Creek works at the supermarket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M will be sitting in a chair watching TV the phone will ring, M will go over to the phone see Bragg Creek Super Market on the caller ID and wonder what that's about.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;PFBC: Hello is a Meeeekoooo Miiiiko there?&lt;br /&gt;M: Yes, this is her.&lt;br /&gt;PFBC: M this is T from Bragg Creek Super Market, you were camping a couple weeks ago?&lt;br /&gt;M: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;PFBC: You lost an earring?&lt;br /&gt;M: Yes....&lt;br /&gt;PFBC: Someone just came up and handed it to me.&lt;br /&gt;M: Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;PFBC: Seriously! They found it in the washroom, it's white gold correct?&lt;br /&gt;M: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;PFBC: I'm pretty sure it's the earring that you were looking for.&lt;br /&gt;M: Thank you soooooo much! Unfortunately I don't think I can get out there until the weekend&lt;br /&gt;PFBC: Not a problem! Whenever you get here ask for me, if I'm not here and the person working doesn't know what's going on have them call my cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;M: Ok! Thank you so very much!&lt;br /&gt;PFBC: No Problem! I'm just happy that we took down your phone number!&lt;br /&gt;M: Me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Curtain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(By far one of the more exciting moments~!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31809794-115617324892136470?l=storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/feeds/115617324892136470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31809794&amp;postID=115617324892136470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/115617324892136470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/115617324892136470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-sunday-evening.html' title='My Sunday Evening'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708895096454312229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v129/115/119/182900417/n182900417_30609459_9845.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31809794.post-115612216390066137</id><published>2006-08-20T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T08:44:29.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dramatis Personae:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;M - Protagonist, cute as usual. Has a Chrysler Sebring&lt;br /&gt;SP45 - M's friend, does not own a car&lt;br /&gt;G- Friend of SP45, sarcastic cannot begin to describe G's personality. Owns a truck&lt;br /&gt;T - Will soon become a tradesman. Owns a bike&lt;br /&gt;C - Owns a truck that recently had airbags installed.&lt;br /&gt;JS- Owns Honda Civic&lt;br /&gt;J - Owns a Jimmy&lt;br /&gt;D- Owns a sunfire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scene:&lt;br /&gt;M is at home when the phone rings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;SP45: Hey, the guys are coming over you're welcome to come over whenever, make sure it's sooner then later, I don't want to have to use the line 'I'm not drinking alone, I'm drinking with the Lord'&lt;br /&gt;M: HAHAHAHA Ok I'll be there in a bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;45 minutes later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP45 : What took you so long?&lt;br /&gt;M: Sorry! We were watching RV and it got funny so I had to stay and watch&lt;br /&gt;SP45: Ok..&lt;br /&gt;M: So what's the plan tonight?&lt;br /&gt;SP45: No set plan, I was thinking stealing street signs&lt;br /&gt;M: I don't care what we do as long as it's stupid&lt;br /&gt;SP45: We can do stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10 Minutes later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ding dong &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: I got it don't worry! (&lt;em&gt;M answers the door G is there) &lt;/em&gt;Oh, &lt;em&gt;SLAM &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;G opens the door and lets himself in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Well at least he lets himself in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Over then next half-hour everyone but J will end up at the house. M will insist that something stupid needs to be done tonight! Since no one is making a decision M will break out the game Guess Who and makes C play.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: Does your person have brown hair?&lt;br /&gt;M: Yes&lt;br /&gt;C: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;D: You can put that guy down to, she said they have brown hair, he's bald!&lt;br /&gt;M: Does your person have a big nose?&lt;br /&gt;C: Yes, does your person have a hat?&lt;br /&gt;M: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;C is left with only two people, M has at least 10 left&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP45: Oh, I just say that you take a guess and try to win the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;M looks at the board, finally goes on a gut feeling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Is your person Peter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;C will throw his card at M everyone cheers &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP45: I take full credit for that win! So what are we doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone finally agrees to go to BP'S SP45 will bring a deck of cards and teach T how to play Egyptian war, food is ordered, people start telling jokes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: A Chicken and an Egg were lying in bed one night. The chicken smoking a cigarette with a smug grin on its face, the egg looking thoroughly ticked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The egg looks at the chicken and says, "Well, I guess we finally answered THAT question!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;M excuses herself and comes back from the washroom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To C, J, and D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: So, what are your views on bathroom sex?&lt;br /&gt;C: Excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;M: Your views on bathroom sex, classy, exciting?&lt;br /&gt;D: What?&lt;br /&gt;M: There's a pair of underwear in the bathroom, I personally find it "icky" I was just wondering if anyone else shares my view on the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most agree. Everyone finishes their food, and all but G will reconvene at SP45's house where everyone will sit on the driveway until....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone: Why don't we play grounders..&lt;br /&gt;SP45: I can do grounders,&lt;br /&gt;C: Grounders can work&lt;br /&gt;SP45: Hawkwood school?&lt;br /&gt;JS: ok on the way let's stop by the chin up bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All but M will do chin ups JS will win with 10. Everyone will continue to make their way to the Hawkwood school playground.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;D: Who's it? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;M: 1,2,3, NOT IT &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;T: Not it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SP45: Not it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;C: Not it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;J: Not it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;JS: What's going on?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SP45: Looks like JS is it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;JS will be it for a considerable amount of time and near the end of his "itness" will begin to complain about how much this game sucks. Eventually JS will tag someone else and the group will play grounders until 2:30 in the morning. Along the way T will attempt a stealth maneuver on the monkey bars that will result in him splitting his shin open. M will make a trip to the 7/11 and purchase jumbo pixie stix for everyone. Upon her return the grounders will have stopped and tire spinning will begin. As M gets on the tire, she realizes that she is no longer in elementary school and the tire swings are very uncomfortable. A short while after everyone will walk back to SP45's house, many will complain about the lack of motor vehicles. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Upon returning to SP45's house, M will get in her car and go home, she will wake up the next day at 11am. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31809794-115612216390066137?l=storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/feeds/115612216390066137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31809794&amp;postID=115612216390066137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/115612216390066137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/115612216390066137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/2006/08/something-stupid.html' title='Something Stupid'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708895096454312229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v129/115/119/182900417/n182900417_30609459_9845.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31809794.post-115507276240429344</id><published>2006-08-08T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T08:42:46.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big 2, Brokeback and a Squirrel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dramatis Personae:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;SP45 - M's Friend&lt;br /&gt;Al - Cousin to SP45 and B&lt;br /&gt;B- Memeber of Brokeback&lt;br /&gt;R- SP45's girlfriend. R was chosen after asking the question "If you could be any letter in the alphabet, what would it be?"&lt;br /&gt;C- Member of Brokeback, enjoys building large fires and feeding them with sticks, or small trees that he has found throughout the campground.&lt;br /&gt;T- Asian Representative for Brokeback&lt;br /&gt;A- R's best friend and organizer of the camp trip&lt;br /&gt;J- Dating A, has very good taste in music&lt;br /&gt;P- Friends with SP45&lt;br /&gt;D- M's new friend, the two met at the BBQ mentions in a previous post, sadly D wasn't mentioned until now&lt;br /&gt;M- Protagonist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Arrive at campsite, set up one tent that will be later referred to as "Brokeback" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Start making Kabobs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;M&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; makes butter chicken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Start making fire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SP45&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will leave to pick up cousin &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Al &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Both return to campsite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Al&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; eats chicken made for him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sleeping arrangements are made &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;C &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are forced to sleep in tent that will be forever known as Brokeback &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;M&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wakes up after &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SP45&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; leaves to go pick up brother &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at 8am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;M&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; realizes that she left her cooler in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SP45's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; car &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;M&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; suddenly realizes that she has left all her dry food out all night and gets up to discover that the squirrels wasted no time in foraging the food. Leaving &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;M&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with no food. Being rather frustrated at the situation and furious with her stupidity, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;M&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; walks down to the store to buy beef jerky for breakfast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;M&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; returns back to the campsite to discover that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;C&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have emerged from Brokeback and taken pictures of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;M's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; misfortune with the food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The three sit around waiting for the others to wake up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;AFTER A REALLY LONG TIME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Al&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; finally decides to wake up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;will show up and take the last spot in the tent, forcing&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; B&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to sleep in brokeback. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SP45&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and B arrive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;B &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;will learn he is to sleep in Brokeback &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Everyone begins playing games &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;M &lt;/em&gt;starts playing Egyptian war with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;B &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and is destroyed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;M&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; learns how to play Yuker &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;R&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will have a surprise birthday party for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and some of their friends will drive up to celebrate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;J&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will take &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for a walk so that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;R &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and crew can set up decorations &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will be very surprised &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The cake will be delicious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Games will be played &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;M&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will begin her reign as the big 2 president &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dinner will be eaten &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;M&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will go look for sticks to burn illegally in the fire with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;C,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; they will come across the abandoned "theatre" (pathetic excuse or proscenium stage, even for the outdoors), stay for awhile, become bored and continue on with their adventure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;M&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will discover what she believes to be oyster mushrooms growing, however, her knowledge of such things is limited as she hasn't been watching the food network lately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;C&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;M&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will return, eat s'mores and play a board game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eventually everyone will become tired and go to bed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;M&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will put the dry food that she has left into &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SP45's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; car before going to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will then Lock the car, preventing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;M&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from having breakfast yet again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Once again &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt; are the only people up, they decide to go get something to eat and return with nothing to do. &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; will then force &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt; to learn how to knit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Knitting Is Knotty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dramatis Personae:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M &amp;amp;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At rise: M and C will be sitting at a picnic table, M will have gold yarn and C will have black. M needles will be 8's and C's will be 9's. When C switches needles they too will be 9's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;M: Ok C it's not that hard! Do you know how to make a slip knot?&lt;br /&gt;C: No!&lt;br /&gt;M: Ok, here. Now you just have to stick it through the hole, wrap it around, pull it back down and turn it to a 90 degree angle&lt;br /&gt;C: Yeah, I didn't get any of that!&lt;br /&gt;M: Ok stick it through, wrap it around, turn it 90 degrees and pull it down.&lt;br /&gt;C: It's not working&lt;br /&gt;M: Turn it more! Here I'll go get the bigger ones, they aren't connected that might help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;M returns with conventional knitting needles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;M: Here try these.&lt;br /&gt;C: These are sharp!&lt;br /&gt;M: Yeah maybe that'll work, ok start with the slip knot again. Ok now stick that one through the hole, wrap it around and pull it down, no C angle it more! OK now take that loop and put it on the needle&lt;br /&gt;C: Like this?&lt;br /&gt;M: Yeah, that'll work! No C you have to stick it through the hole, through the hole!! Ok NOW wrap it around. THERE YA GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After approx. 15-20 minutes. &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; will emerge from the tent curious as to what the conversation is about. &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt; will announce that the is making &lt;strong&gt;A's&lt;/strong&gt; graduation present, a scarf, stating that at the rate he is going it will take him that long to finish it. &lt;strong&gt;C &lt;/strong&gt;will attempt to knit awhile longer but after about the third row and 6 dropped stitches and one big hole, &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt; will give up and attempt to cast off. M will have to finish the casting off for &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Everyone will wake up and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;D, A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;R &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;will go to have showers, they will return later to announce that they had to stay in the shower stalls for half an hour because the valve was broken and to pass the time the three decided to play naked eye spy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;M's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; reign in Big 2 will be overthrown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;M's Fall From Power&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dramatis Personae:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M- Protagonist, as usual very cute&lt;br /&gt;SP45 - Friend of M's.&lt;br /&gt;C - member of the "Brokeback" Clan&lt;br /&gt;P- Enjoys making up catch phrases such as "Again, and again, and again, and again!"&lt;br /&gt;B- Brother of SP45. Enjoys the catchphrase Hi-o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scene: The five are sitting at a picnic table playing big 2. M has maintained her presidential position for some time now and is beginning to feel that her luck is running out. The cards have just been dealt. As the rules state M receives 2 cards from B. They aren't very good. M returns the favor and passes B two very low cards. The game begins as B puts down two 3's. The four males have and/or are drinking at this point and time in the game. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SP45: I can play on that (SP45 then slaps down 2 fives)&lt;br /&gt;M: Ummm (M then places two king's down)&lt;br /&gt;C: BAH Why would you do that? Pass&lt;br /&gt;P: Hmmm, 2 aces should top that correct? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The game will continue in a similar fashion for another two rounds. B will continue to have awful hands and at one point and time announce to the table that his highest card in his hand is a ten. After a few hands the brothers will usurp M's presidential reign and being to rule the table. This will make M rather sad. P will continue to "one up" everyone's hands but never actually be able to make president until... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;P: Here, have a five... AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN! PRESIDENT BITCHES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P will do a victory lap around the campsite displaying the "rock and roll" hand symbol at the same time. Everyone will hang their heads in shame. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;M, D, B&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Al&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;will later go to Bragg Creek so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can buy liquor, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;D&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;can buy jam to make bush pies with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;M &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;will realize that somewhere she has lost an earring and will become very upset with herself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After returning to the campsite &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;M&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tears apart the car, with the help of the others, in the hopes to find the earring, however, no such luck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;M&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is very depressed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;M&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will go for a walk to get candy, there will be none she likes so she will go to the creek and cry, LOUDLY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A fisherman will take pitty on her and ask if she wants to use his fishing rod for a little bit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;M&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; decides that might make her happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;M &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is found by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SP45&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as she is walking back to the campsite and hitches a ride&lt;br /&gt;Upon returning more games are played &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Al&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will do a clever banana split &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Everyone will eat dinner and begin drinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A 12 person game of big 2 with 2 decks will be played &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The worlds biggest fire will be built &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Everyone will get in trouble for singing campfire songs at midnight but not for burning small trees in our fire pit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Everyone will go to bed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;B &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;will end the night with one last &lt;em&gt;HI-O&lt;/em&gt; from Brokeback &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;B, M, Al&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SP45&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; head home early since &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; must catch a flight back to Ft. McMurray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Al&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will complain about Ft. McMurray the entire car ride home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SP45&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will drop&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; M&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;M&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; realizes that she didn't bring a key &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Realizes that the neighbor has a key &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Has a shower, realizes she has gotten her first shoulder sunburn ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Debates suing the sunscreen company seeing as how she put spf50 on twice a day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Realizes it's not worth it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Writes this timeline blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Note: This blog SHOULD have been up Monday or even Tuesday. However, my blog needed a little TLC before it would let me post anything else. Plus, the blog hates me and won't let me cut and paste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Curtain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31809794-115507276240429344?l=storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/feeds/115507276240429344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31809794&amp;postID=115507276240429344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/115507276240429344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/115507276240429344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/2006/08/big-2-brokeback-and-squirrel.html' title='Big 2, Brokeback and a Squirrel'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708895096454312229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v129/115/119/182900417/n182900417_30609459_9845.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31809794.post-115463862619568745</id><published>2006-08-03T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T14:49:06.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Kids + 1 C-train = One Great Story!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Act I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dramatis Personae: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;M- Protagonist, very cute wearing capris jeans and a cropped hoody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;R- M's 4 year old cousin, very opinionated! He will be wearing a red shirt and blue shorts, his runners have the special ability to make him run faster due to the fact that they feature a certain cartoon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;G- R's 5 year old cousin, also very cute, she will be wearing a pale green terrycloth sweatpants with a zip up hoody to match, her shirt underneath her hoody will feature Barbie, her swimsuit will also have Barbie on it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;N- G's 11 year old brother, he will be wearing a orange hoody and camouflage shorts. He will be unenthusiastic throughout the entire play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;At Rise:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M has been asked by R's mom to babysit for the evening while she attends Jubilations for her birthday. M agrees but shows up a little late due to the fact she forgot the off ramp to Crowchild off Sarcee was shut down. M finally reaches the hotel that R,G, and N are staying in. Upon arrival, M soon realizes that R's parents forgot to leave her a key card to get back into the hotel room. After talking to the front desk, she is able to obtain a card. M goes back to the room. M realizes that the hotel is located in Motel Village meaning that the C-train is near, R has been fascinated with trains since he was very little. Putting two and two together, M gets an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: So I was thinking that we should go for a train ride&lt;br /&gt;N: Are we allowed to?&lt;br /&gt;M: Yes, why wouldn't we be?&lt;br /&gt;N: I don't know I just didn't hear anything about a train ride from my parents&lt;br /&gt;M: That would be because I just thought of it now!&lt;br /&gt;N: Oh ok&lt;br /&gt;R: I like the train, little M!&lt;br /&gt;M: I know you do R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Act II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The four get ready and venture outside, past the Dairy Queen and Big T's BBQ. The four cross the street. M buys two tickets one for herself, and one for N.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Where's my ticket? I need a ticket! On the Polar express everyone had tickets&lt;br /&gt;G: I would like a ticket as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;M looks in her change purse and finds two train tickets from days past. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Here you go!&lt;br /&gt;R&amp;amp;G: YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 minutes later &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: How much longer?&lt;br /&gt;M: Ummm not that long&lt;br /&gt;R: How long is not that long?&lt;br /&gt;M: The absolute longest that we are going to have to wait is 20 minutes&lt;br /&gt;R: How long is that?&lt;br /&gt;M: Little less then Sponge Bob Square Pants&lt;br /&gt;R: Oh, Ok!&lt;br /&gt;N: You reference Sponge Bob, with time?&lt;br /&gt;M: It works doesn't it&lt;br /&gt;R: G, did you hear that? 20 minutes is a little less then Spongebob, wait some Spongebob's are really short though, so is 20 minutes really short?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, bells warning people not to cross start and the c-train can be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Oh, never mind. G, did you know 20 minutes is really short?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The four get on the C-train. R and G sit together, M and N sit across. The train is empty, there is one man sitting in the middle on the stage left side of the car. He will eavesdrop throughout the conversation. He will be wearing dirty clothes and steel toe boots, he is obviously going home after working construction of some kind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: I love the C-train&lt;br /&gt;G: Yes, it's very fun&lt;br /&gt;M: I think that we should go two stops then head back, sound good?&lt;br /&gt;R: Actually little M, I think we should go 7 stops&lt;br /&gt;M: Um no, we'll be on the other side of the city&lt;br /&gt;R: No we won't&lt;br /&gt;M: Yes we will, and besides 2 stops is really four stops because we have to get off and go two stops to get back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;R: No it isn't&lt;br /&gt;M: Yes it is&lt;br /&gt;R: No, that's not seven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Ok how about we go downtown?&lt;br /&gt;R: That sounds like a good idea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;G: I like downtown!&lt;br /&gt;N: I don't care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Act III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By this point the gentleman sitting upstage will be laughing out loud. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;R will decide that he would like to sit across from N and at the next stop does so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the next stop (9th street) the four will get off. G and R will see the Macs and decide that they both need bubble gum. M will pay the $1.90 to get the two each a pack. They will then proceed to the Century Garden located across the street. The park features mainly water and stepping stones to get around the water. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;M will lead the troop around the water her destination, a picnic table on the other side of the water. When they reach the stepping stones M notices that two girls are already sitting there. To M's horror she realizes that one is hunched over the bench, snorting a "line" of &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cocaine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. The girl will look up and her nose will be white, her eyes red and neither one look "happy." (In fact they look right pissed off)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;his makes M very uncomfortable seeing as how it's not even 7pm yet. As M gets a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, she takes the children down to the lower part of the park, as quickly as possible. The two youngest will play on a statue of two baby bears wrestling. G will pretend to ride on while R will pretend to fight the other. N, being in that awkward pre-pubescent stage of life will just stand there. This will go on for 20 minutes. After that time R will be &lt;strong&gt;very &lt;/strong&gt;adamant that they go back to the picnic bench across the water. M will announce it is time to take the train back to the hotel. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once the four reach Banff Trail Station M will shuttle them off and they will play on the pedestrian bridge for a few minutes, watching the cars go by. After the four will return to the hotel and go swimming. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the children would enjoy the night. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;M would receive $30 for exposing the children to narcotics.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31809794-115463862619568745?l=storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/feeds/115463862619568745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31809794&amp;postID=115463862619568745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/115463862619568745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/115463862619568745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/2006/08/3-kids-1-c-train-one-great-story.html' title='3 Kids + 1 C-train = One Great Story!'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708895096454312229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v129/115/119/182900417/n182900417_30609459_9845.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31809794.post-115438536156117631</id><published>2006-07-31T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T11:08:27.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcohol, Fire, Hippies AND Dancing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Saturday night was when my adventure began. My friend Jackie and her brother Danny decided to have a BBQ. They couldn't have picked a better night in my opinion, the weather was perfect! We were able to sit outside for most of the night and the misquitos were kept to a minimum making it very enjoyable. Although I myself didn't partake in any consumption of alcohol, all of the people around me did! Usually, this would piss me off and I would be counting down the minutes before I could leave. However, there were only a select few that became so inebriated they started to annoy me. For the most part people kept their alcohol consumption at a relatively reasonable level (Although I’m sure all if not the vast majority woke up the next day with killer hangovers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, highlight of the evening wasn't at the party. It was after I returned home with my very good, and very drunk friend Carling. We were about to hit the hay when she announced that she wanted to see Henry (My 8 month old toy poodle) whom she hadn't seen for some time as I have moved back to Calgary for the summer and she's still in Lethbridge. After waking him up and pointing him in the direction of Carling, he freaked out and got so excited that he peed ALL over Carling's hand! If you know my dog, I think you'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the fun, Sunday had to be the best day of the weekend. I attended Folk Festival. FREAKING AWSOME!~!~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now a scene from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Miko At Folk Festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note:&lt;/em&gt; Inciting Incident - C convincing M to buy a ticket to Folk Fest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Act I - Rising Action&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dramatis Personae:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;M- Cute 21 year with secret desire to become a Hippy&lt;br /&gt;C- Cute 20 yr old who has no desire to become a Hippy&lt;br /&gt;HC- Cool 20yr old who loves folk music and is currently learning to play the banjo, other talents include mastery of Harmonica, guitar and proper grammar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At rise: M and C are in line for curry when M gets out her phone to call H, until recently the weather has been beautiful. However, a sudden wind storm created havoc! Especially amongst the "folkers" as a branch fell in the beer gardens and injured a mother and a baby. (This is real stuff kids, I'm not making it up) It is still sunny but angry clouds can be seen rolling in from the North. M and C haven't brought much in the way of extra clothing. C actually was forced to borrow a poncho from M's house just to ensure she had something if a storm hit. Music is playing in the background as it is a folk festival and there are many stages on set with a different performer on each. An electric guitar should also be featured throughout the musical selection at some point. C&amp;M continue to discuss the curry situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: Ok so I'm going to get the special &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;M: And I'm going to get the beef curry and two Samosa's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;M&amp;amp;C: Done! &lt;em&gt;(Naan bread will also be purchased but no reference is needed.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M Gets cell phone out and begins dialing, H will be heard but not seen onstage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H: A-hoi-hoi?&lt;br /&gt;M: H? What up homie? Where you at? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Or something to that extent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;H: I'm at the mainstage where are you?&lt;br /&gt;M: I'm in line for curry&lt;br /&gt;H: Do you have a place to sit yet?&lt;br /&gt;M: No&lt;br /&gt;H: Do you want to sit with us?&lt;br /&gt;M: Yeah that'd be awesome! Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;H: On the stage right side where the orange fence and the metal fence meet.&lt;br /&gt;M: Sweet I'll see ya in a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Curry is purchased, C&amp;M walk over to the mainstage with REAL PLATES full of delicious curry. The girls begin looking for H but are unsuccessful. H will be the one to find C &amp;amp; M as she is on her way to return her REAL PLATE so she can get her $2 deposit back. C&amp;M follow, and finish their curry, also returning their plates for the $2 deposit, both C&amp;amp;M stop off and buy fruit in a bowl and a bottle of water before heading to the mainstage with H. When all three return to the mainstage C&amp;M discover that H is at the front of the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: H, how did you get so close?&lt;br /&gt;H: I slept here last night!&lt;br /&gt;C&amp;amp;M: What? Seriously? ad lib &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;H: Well I was 50th in line! And we had a sleeping bag. It was sweet and they let us in at 7:30, but the mainstage was fenced off and we weren't allowed to put our tarps down until 9:30 when it actually opens, and they were yelling at us and telling us not to run, so everyone's speed walking to the front and then we see some guy start skipping so we start skipping and yeah. &lt;em&gt;(H will be reenacting the events as she explains them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;M: That's effing sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Act II - Climax &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scene: Thousands of people will be sitting on tarps listening to &lt;a href="http://www.darwilliams.com/"&gt;Dar Williams &lt;/a&gt;will sing &lt;a href="http://www.turoks.net/Cabana/TheChristiansAndThePagans.htm"&gt;The Christians and the Pagans&lt;/a&gt;, by now the clouds have rolled in the dreaded rain will begin slowly, and soon burst forth. The rain should be steady but not extremely heavy. The rain should be just enough to make the atmosphere damp, cold and somewhat miserable. &lt;a href="http://www.calgaryfolkfest.com/users/folder.asp?FolderID=1755&amp;PerformerKey=187"&gt;Daby Toure&lt;/a&gt;will come onstage and "wow" the crowd with their amazing talent and catchy bass lines. They will ask the crowd to stand and participate. The crowd begins to stand and dance in the rain. M gets up and does just that and as she is dancing M looks around. Seeing all the expressive dancing going on around her and realizes that this is her one and only chance to live out her secret dream of being a hippy. M decides that for tonight, she will be a hippy! M&amp;amp;C join in along will all of H's friends who are sitting on the tarp as well. After &lt;a href="http://www.calgaryfolkfest.com/users/folder.asp?FolderID=1755&amp;PerformerKey=187"&gt;Daby Toure &lt;/a&gt;the audience does not sit down as their tarps are wet and they realize that they can keep warmer by continuously moving. Matt Good will however, "dampen" the mood to dance as he does not play any Caribbean tunes and is very politically active. &lt;a href="http://www.righteousbabe.com/ani/"&gt;Ani DiFranco &lt;/a&gt;will come out onstage following a group that won a song writing competition and a spot on the mainstage at folk fest (The winners should be three men that are very good-looking and will sing a song about oil.). Once Ani's name is announced the crowd will cheer! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ani will later announce that she "sprayed some ballad-be-gone from tonight’s set list." In the hopes to keep the audience moving in the chilly weather. As Ani's set continues the clouds begin to part and the sky can be seen again. By the end of the night the sky is clear, everyone is wet but very happy! M will get pictures but will be slightly disappointed with them when she returns home because most are somewhat blurry. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Act III - Denumount&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dramatis Personae:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;C- Still cute, but wearing a poncho now and wet&lt;br /&gt;M- Still cute but very wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scene: C&amp;amp;M are walking back to the car after the show, C notices that the home-made chai tea is still open and buys two mediums as M has never had one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;M: MMMM chai tea is good!&lt;br /&gt;C: I know and it smells like Christmas trees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;C&amp;M will walk back to car ad lib about how amazing the show was and how good the curry was.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: Do you want to go do something?&lt;br /&gt;M: Sure! Like what?&lt;br /&gt;C: Let's go see what's open in Kensington&lt;br /&gt;M: OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;C&amp;amp;M won't end up in Kensington as M cannot turn at the right time, somehow the two end up at McDonalds where they both get Big Mac's. M discover's that chai tea and Big Mac's don't go together. And despite popular theorie, it is not "just gross enough to work." Afterwards M will drive C home, drive herself home, take all the wet clothing out of her bag lay it out to dry and go to bed. The next morning she will wake up late as there was a power outage the night before and her alarm did not go off, she will have enough time to get her stuff in order but not enough time to shower, she will feel greasy the next day at work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31809794-115438536156117631?l=storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/feeds/115438536156117631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31809794&amp;postID=115438536156117631&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/115438536156117631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/115438536156117631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/2006/07/alcohol-fire-hippies-and-dancing.html' title='Alcohol, Fire, Hippies AND Dancing!'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708895096454312229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v129/115/119/182900417/n182900417_30609459_9845.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31809794.post-115411971163568047</id><published>2006-07-28T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T09:49:15.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31809794-115411971163568047?l=storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/feeds/115411971163568047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31809794&amp;postID=115411971163568047&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/115411971163568047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/115411971163568047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/2006/07/family-always-there-to-stab-you-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02708895096454312229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v129/115/119/182900417/n182900417_30609459_9845.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31809794.post-115410566538151395</id><published>2006-07-28T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T15:26:41.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, this is blogging? Hmm...</title><content type='html'>I'll admit that I'm not the best at this stuff, hell I'm not even very good but that's not going to stop me, no sir! I'm going to become a blogging machine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging isn't new to me, I've indulged a number of times before this. However, the thought of making such a long term commitment, to anything scares me. Well not anymore! It's high time I faced my fears head on, and what better way to start then with a blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why all of a sudden start up this blog account? The answer to that is three fold:&lt;br /&gt;1) I want to keep a record of my life, something that I can look back on in later years.&lt;br /&gt;2) My writing is grotesque so naturally, this seems like the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;3) I have accounts at both &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mikonak"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://meco16.spaces.msn.com/"&gt;msn&lt;/a&gt;, but neither seem to satisfy my blog needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I opened an account here!&lt;br /&gt;At the moment my boredom is starting to affect my sanity and since myspace SUCKS... I present to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life, through the eyes of ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Miko is Japanese for "female ninja" (Or so I've been told all my life) thus the name!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31809794-115410566538151395?l=storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/feeds/115410566538151395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31809794&amp;postID=115410566538151395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/115410566538151395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31809794/posts/default/115410566538151395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoftheninja.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-this-is-blogging-hmm.html' title='So, this is blogging? 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