<?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-10562498</id><updated>2011-04-28T16:45:36.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surly Girly</title><subtitle type='html'>opening her mouth and removing all doubt</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-112431498239526297</id><published>2005-08-17T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T16:43:02.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellaneous data, most of it useless</title><summary type='text'>So I started taking the melatonin last week and I can say without a doubt that I'm sleeping MUCH better - although God help me if I have to wake up in the middle of the night - soo disoriented and groggy. I don't know if I can say its all because of my sleep, but so far since Friday the 5th, I'm down 5 pounds total. Go me!I have not, however, been able to give up coffee. Quite the contrary </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/feeds/112431498239526297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10562498&amp;postID=112431498239526297' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/112431498239526297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/112431498239526297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/08/miscellaneous-data-most-of-it-useless.html' title='Miscellaneous data, most of it useless'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-112386580775127065</id><published>2005-08-12T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T11:56:47.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><summary type='text'>Thank god its four (working hours to go of this day).Today marked my 4th gym day this week!  (I discovered that the difference of calories burned on days I go to the gym means I can have little cheats like today's nonfat mocha* or yesterday's cup of Edy's Grand Light Butter Pecan ice cram).   Also 2 lbs down on the scale for the week even though its THAT TIME.  You know what I'm saying, right?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/feeds/112386580775127065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10562498&amp;postID=112386580775127065' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/112386580775127065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/112386580775127065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/08/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-112368904822824612</id><published>2005-08-10T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T10:50:48.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lean, Mean, etc.</title><summary type='text'>I've been a busy busy girl this week - not so much with the work productivity, but I think I'm beginning to see the end of "summer slack-mode".   Today is Wednesday and I made it to the gym again today (MWF and alternating Saturdays is my goal) and I've been kicking ass and taking names about sticking to my eating plan.  Not even one teeny little cheat. And I've spent just HOURS on line </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/feeds/112368904822824612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10562498&amp;postID=112368904822824612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/112368904822824612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/112368904822824612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/08/lean-mean-etc.html' title='Lean, Mean, etc.'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-112317843207354080</id><published>2005-08-04T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T13:00:32.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baaaaaa</title><summary type='text'>Yes, this is me lowing like a sheep - sheepishly returning to the world of the responsible after these many weeks.  If it makes the 3 of you feel any better, I've not been to the gym either.  And I forgot my best friends' birthday until 2 days later.  And I forgot 2 meetings I was supposed to go to at work.  And I blame it all on retrograde mercury.  And being lazy.But much has happened:Jobs.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/feeds/112317843207354080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10562498&amp;postID=112317843207354080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/112317843207354080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/112317843207354080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/08/baaaaaa.html' title='Baaaaaa'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-112180265335690627</id><published>2005-07-19T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T14:50:53.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I have the “Half Blood Prince” sitting on my desk – just a few inches away, and I’m just dying to slide it open and read instead of working.  I’m about half way into it.  Just thought you’d want to know.  I did have to re-read the last 50-60 pages or so of the Order of the Phoenix just to refresh my memory about what happened in the last one.  If I’d been more patient, I would have liked to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/feeds/112180265335690627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10562498&amp;postID=112180265335690627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/112180265335690627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/112180265335690627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-i-have-half-blood-prince-sitting-on.html' title=''/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-112118772521251786</id><published>2005-07-12T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T16:35:53.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again Jiggity Job</title><summary type='text'>So the trip was in a word - fabulous. I fully disconnected from work, the kids and husband and I all had a wonderful time. The girls thoroughly enjoyed the beach, TBG enjoyed his deep sea fishing adventure, and I enjoyed being back in Texas for a blessed 10 days. Even though it was hotter than the surface of the sun. And damper than the ocean floor. Simultaneously.Dang I forgot what the heat felt</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/feeds/112118772521251786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10562498&amp;postID=112118772521251786' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/112118772521251786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/112118772521251786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/07/home-again-jiggity-job.html' title='Home Again Jiggity Job'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-111998401605036283</id><published>2005-06-28T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T13:40:16.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day After Tomorrow</title><summary type='text'>Now that vacation is looming, just a day and a half to make it through, my productivity at home/work has peaked.  I think I'm ready for the trip (packed, etc.).  If I can just finish this one project at work, I'll be ready to go.  But I think it'll get done.   A bulleted list on the rest:Sent off my thank you notes for my interview last week and actually got a thank you note in return.  Also </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/feeds/111998401605036283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10562498&amp;postID=111998401605036283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111998401605036283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111998401605036283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-after-tomorrow.html' title='The Day After Tomorrow'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-111955312857104552</id><published>2005-06-23T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T13:58:48.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Productivity grinding to a screeching halt</title><summary type='text'>Updates:Had lunch yesterday with the recruiter #3 - she even bought.  I forgot that people "out in the real world" still had expense accounts.  The position she's pitching me for, they're already checking references (3 of my 5 called yesterday) and I've not had a formal interview with the hiring manager yet.  Anyone else think thats a little wierd?Interview this morning at competitor went well, I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/feeds/111955312857104552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10562498&amp;postID=111955312857104552' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111955312857104552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111955312857104552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/06/productivity-grinding-to-screeching.html' title='Productivity grinding to a screeching halt'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-111945370153642155</id><published>2005-06-22T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T10:21:41.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Shit Different Day</title><summary type='text'>Turns out recruiter number 3's position is at a company I worked for prior to this one (its for the one I got laid off from - but different division) and is rather tasty.  I'm pretty qualified for the position, it would get me back to where I want to be on salary, and the recruiter is very excited about putting me out there.  I'm meeting her for lunch today, for our "face-to-face" meeting, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/feeds/111945370153642155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10562498&amp;postID=111945370153642155' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111945370153642155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111945370153642155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/06/same-shit-different-day.html' title='Same Shit Different Day'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-111937969478083770</id><published>2005-06-21T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T13:48:16.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It continues to get interesting..</title><summary type='text'>First, let me just say: 8 more days!*ahem*So the interview I have later this week? One of my favorite vendors is good friends with the guy that I'm interviewing with. I got a little bit more insight into the company - and my interest is definitely piqued. He's also going to put in a good word for me. They should be frothing with desire by the time I arrive. Hee!Also on that front, another </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/feeds/111937969478083770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10562498&amp;postID=111937969478083770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111937969478083770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111937969478083770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/06/it-continues-to-get-interesting.html' title='It continues to get interesting..'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-111928753842522166</id><published>2005-06-20T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T12:12:18.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies are just friends you haven't met</title><summary type='text'>Ugh, so I just told a whopper so I could come in late to work the day of my interview.  I just hate having to outright lie, but no one would ever get a new job without at least a little white one. Lies I've told through this interviewing process, over the last 6 months:(Todays): I'll be in late on Thursday because I'm taking the SUV to the dealership to have some work done before we go on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/feeds/111928753842522166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10562498&amp;postID=111928753842522166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111928753842522166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111928753842522166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/06/lies-are-just-friends-you-havent-met.html' title='Lies are just friends you haven&apos;t met'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-111928052319034517</id><published>2005-06-20T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T10:18:09.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My husband likes his women like he likes his wine: Red and full of alcohol.</title><summary type='text'>Well, I survived the weekend. My beloved 'Horns beat the Bears in the CWS and go on to play #1 Tulane today. The Royals only lost *2* in the series this weekend against a team almost as bad as themselves. And I witnessed one of those astounding losses in person, ala company picnic. Yep, Saturday was my company picnic at the K. Took the kiddos for cheap bbq, and very very very expensive sodas (we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/feeds/111928052319034517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10562498&amp;postID=111928052319034517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111928052319034517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111928052319034517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-husband-likes-his-women-like-he.html' title='My husband likes his women like he likes his wine: Red and full of alcohol.'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-111903558741373580</id><published>2005-06-17T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T14:13:07.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine on my shopping bag, makes me happy.</title><summary type='text'>Had a very lovely lunch down on the Plaza today – Panera’s strawberry poppy seed chicken salad.  *cough*And did a little shopping*cough*But in my defense?  The shoes and the purse would have been $225 (with tax) if they hadn’t been on sale.  But they WERE.  And (including tax) I bought both shoes (in Navy) and handbag (in black) for $89.  (I’m so not going to be allowed to go to lunch on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/feeds/111903558741373580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10562498&amp;postID=111903558741373580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111903558741373580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111903558741373580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/06/sunshine-on-my-shopping-bag-makes-me.html' title='Sunshine on my shopping bag, makes me happy.'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-111902588179324721</id><published>2005-06-17T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T13:55:31.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kicking a Dead Horse</title><summary type='text'>ew ew ew ew ew. So I guess Katie Holmes has gone and completely lost her mind. Not only has she drank the Koolaid, now she's marrying the nut job. And somebody please explain why I keep following this train wreck of a publicity stunt??In other news, the Disney crap last night wasn't so bad - but then the kiddo punked out early and we left after Intermission. Tonight: Longhorn v. Longhorn in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/feeds/111902588179324721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10562498&amp;postID=111902588179324721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111902588179324721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111902588179324721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/06/kicking-dead-horse.html' title='Kicking a Dead Horse'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-111894091023419328</id><published>2005-06-16T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T12:05:43.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>News</title><summary type='text'>Of course news would imply newsworthy, but honestly, since momma taught me not to curse in mixed company I couldn't very well title the entry "shit that happened." But there I go with the cursing, anyway. Can't take me anywhere, sheesh.So the recruiter finally called back last night - only now that they've seen my whole resume and position titles, they have an even BETTER role they want to talk </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/feeds/111894091023419328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10562498&amp;postID=111894091023419328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111894091023419328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111894091023419328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/06/news.html' title='News'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-111886751950649478</id><published>2005-06-15T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T15:31:59.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Limbo</title><summary type='text'>Did you know that Limbo is actually Dante's first ring of hell? Described as (roughly) a green, lush meadow of sadness. That sorta sums it up for me today, only not so much sad but restless and bored. Ennui. But only 14 more days til vacation.Anyway, work is clothes-rendingly dull. Sure, I have projects, but not enough to keep me busy really (I suppose if I were being honest with myself, I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/feeds/111886751950649478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10562498&amp;postID=111886751950649478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111886751950649478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111886751950649478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/06/limbo.html' title='Limbo'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-111877775486767984</id><published>2005-06-14T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T14:35:54.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Redundancy</title><summary type='text'>So, being the media junky that I am, I was reading CNN this afternoon and a particularly funny thing caught my attention. In the story regarding the missing Aruba girl:Meanwhile, the mother of 18-year-old Natalee Holloway told CNN Tuesday she believes the investigation into her daughter's disappearance was "proceeding forward."Anybody else think that maybe the reporter was not-so-subtly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/feeds/111877775486767984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10562498&amp;postID=111877775486767984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111877775486767984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111877775486767984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/06/redundancy.html' title='Redundancy'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-111869889240082608</id><published>2005-06-13T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T16:41:32.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Acquitted</title><summary type='text'>I can't believe Michael Jackson was acquitted.  I guess if you're going to accuse a celebrity of those types of charges, you'd better be BEYOND reproach.   Ah well - maybe the media circus can focus on something more important.  Like "What's with Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes?"  Cuz shudder that almost gives me the heebie jeebies as much as the thought of ol' MJ molesting little boys.    This topic</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/feeds/111869889240082608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10562498&amp;postID=111869889240082608' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111869889240082608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111869889240082608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/06/acquitted.html' title='Acquitted'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-111867259587319388</id><published>2005-06-13T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T09:23:15.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pampered Guilt Trip</title><summary type='text'>Y'all, my whole body hurts.  After 2 weeks of ignoring the gym, I decided to rejoin the world of the active by doing a little yardwork yesterday.  Apparently there is a large tree growing right up in the middle of my Rose of Sharon.  With this torrential downpour-blazing sunshine-torrential downpour (repeat) weather pattern, the lawn is a veritable jungle and the weeds in my poor neglected flower</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/feeds/111867259587319388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10562498&amp;postID=111867259587319388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111867259587319388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111867259587319388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/06/pampered-guilt-trip.html' title='Pampered Guilt Trip'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-111843021343811821</id><published>2005-06-10T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T14:03:33.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giddy</title><summary type='text'>So maybe I shouldn't be this giddy - but I will blame it on the caffeine (Starbucks for breakfast) or the fact that I escaped the office for lunch with one of my girlfriends).  But I am giddy.  GIDDY.  And mostly its because I just caught my boss in a major goof up.  And she's out of the office today.  To know why this is giddy-making is to know that she is self-appointed perfection.  Never makes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/feeds/111843021343811821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10562498&amp;postID=111843021343811821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111843021343811821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111843021343811821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/06/giddy.html' title='Giddy'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-111841544165977393</id><published>2005-06-10T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T09:59:40.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss me?</title><summary type='text'>So the last couple of weeks has been all kinds of busy. I wish I could tell you I got a new job, but no. So the last few weeks, in bullet points:Over Memorial Day weekend, the first 3-day weekend the Big Guy and I have had together since Christmas, we went camping/boating at the lake. Except that about an hour after we arrived Friday night to the camp site, I started seeing the signs of food </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/feeds/111841544165977393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10562498&amp;postID=111841544165977393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111841544165977393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111841544165977393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/06/miss-me.html' title='Miss me?'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-111642329752400589</id><published>2005-05-18T08:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T09:22:43.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oink.</title><summary type='text'>After the last 3 weeks of generally eating total crap and only hitting the gym once or twice during the week, I really didn't expect the scales to say much better. I've gained back 3.5 pounds and my clothes all fit like they used to and I've got a bitchin' migraine this morning.But The Big Guy and I celebrated our 1-year wedding anniversary by going out and painting the town all weekend. Friday </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/feeds/111642329752400589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10562498&amp;postID=111642329752400589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111642329752400589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111642329752400589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/05/oink.html' title='Oink.'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-111601147356042241</id><published>2005-05-13T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T09:25:33.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ad infinitum</title><summary type='text'>So this month has officially sucked wind as far as trying to diet. But, allow me to brag that my lab work all came back great (except a little low on the HDL/good cholesterol - whats up with that??). Since then I've eaten everything in sight, and fuck moderation.Enough of that, though. Oh, Also? I did NOT get either of the jobs I interviewed for. First one I wasn't qualified for, but still. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/feeds/111601147356042241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10562498&amp;postID=111601147356042241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111601147356042241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111601147356042241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/05/ad-infinitum.html' title='Ad infinitum'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-111513868428627629</id><published>2005-05-03T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T09:27:07.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No noose.</title><summary type='text'>Explain to me why I want to eat everything in sight? I've been eating poorly for about two weeks now, and I need to get back into the habit healthy eating.  My lard ass isn't going to shrink itself.Anyway, I don't think I'm going to make that kicky lilac linen dress look good at the party on Friday, but that's the price to be paid for the sheer quantity of lowfat icecream I've consumed. It's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/feeds/111513868428627629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10562498&amp;postID=111513868428627629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111513868428627629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111513868428627629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-noose.html' title='No noose.'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-111481678895265889</id><published>2005-04-29T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T18:20:35.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking and Reading</title><summary type='text'>I've had a whole week of indignities, and I've still not heard about my new job. So instead of a meaningful post? I'll let you peek into what I've done with myself this afternoon:AlienFur - Because a geeky redhead? I'm there.Antigeist - Another redhead, and a smart mouth.ANTM Elyse - America's Third or Fourth from the Top Model.Bad News Hughes - Be sure to read Uncle Patrick's advice .Blurbomat -</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/feeds/111481678895265889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10562498&amp;postID=111481678895265889' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111481678895265889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111481678895265889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/04/thinking-and-reading.html' title='Thinking and Reading'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-111461586048740213</id><published>2005-04-27T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T09:29:36.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oink</title><summary type='text'>Well I had a lovely weekend - full of bad behavior and now I'm paying for it in many ways.On Friday evening, I wound up eating too much of the buttery garlic bread with spaghetti for dinner, and then the bad weekend truly began. The girls and I did some power shopping on Saturday, where upon I had a frappucino for breakfast, General Tso's chicken for lunch along with 3.5 crab rangoon, and then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/feeds/111461586048740213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10562498&amp;postID=111461586048740213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111461586048740213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111461586048740213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/04/oink.html' title='oink'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-111409982309306157</id><published>2005-04-21T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T09:30:39.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woop Woop</title><summary type='text'>Well, I overslept this morning (forgot to reset the alarm clock) so didn't even make it to the gym this morning.  But I found out that I didn't get the job at the new consumer packaged goods place. Too many other qualified candidates with that specific experience. (I hate being told I'm not good enough - regardless of context). Still waiting on the one in my current industry, although not holding</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/feeds/111409982309306157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10562498&amp;postID=111409982309306157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111409982309306157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111409982309306157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/04/woop-woop.html' title='Woop Woop'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-111384131163083212</id><published>2005-04-18T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T09:32:04.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh!</title><summary type='text'>I was feeling on my arms yesterday, in case there was a muscle underneath there and I just can't frankly tell a difference. Although when I mentioned it to the Big Guy, he insisted he could tell a real difference in that my whole upper arm was firmer. (Needless to say, he got lucky as a result). But my God, I made a splendiferous roast last night. Holy yum! I also did just as I said I would, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/feeds/111384131163083212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10562498&amp;postID=111384131163083212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111384131163083212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111384131163083212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/04/ugh.html' title='ugh!'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-111357197830504335</id><published>2005-04-15T08:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T09:32:32.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hm. Danger Zone</title><summary type='text'>My interview yesterday went especially well - even if nothing comes of it, it was a good exercise and I think I represented myself well. Today's is a little higher stakes, because if they don't offer me the job, I will have to re-evaluate how smart I think I am. There are only maybe 7 people in the entire city who are qualified to do that job and they are already doing it at another company. At </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/feeds/111357197830504335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10562498&amp;postID=111357197830504335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111357197830504335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111357197830504335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/04/hm-danger-zone.html' title='Hm. Danger Zone'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-111348939892366482</id><published>2005-04-14T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T09:36:38.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Lord</title><summary type='text'>Well, still hanging in there - at least mostly anyway.  Work is about to kick me in the flabby ass though.  I'm definitely ready for the weekend.  I've got interviews both today and tomorrow (woop!)  Today's is the chance to finally jump into consumer packaged goods - so I'm not real confident in my ability to sell myself (even though I totally know I can do the job).  It's also pretty cool </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/feeds/111348939892366482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10562498&amp;postID=111348939892366482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111348939892366482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111348939892366482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/04/good-lord.html' title='Good Lord'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-110918684836322206</id><published>2005-02-23T15:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T13:56:48.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Mommy Fraud</title><summary type='text'>So I went to my bookclub meeting last night and there were only a few of us there. We got to talking about ourselves personally (as women who are relative strangers seem to have no problem doing) and about our children. One of the ladies there had a 2 1/2 year old and a 7 month old, and the other had a 2 year old with one on the way. As I was hearing myself tell stories about Bear (being the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/110918684836322206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/110918684836322206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/02/confessions-of-mommy-fraud.html' title='Confessions of a Mommy Fraud'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-110908810713281092</id><published>2005-02-22T12:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T13:56:32.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calmer</title><summary type='text'>Feeling a bit calmer today than days' past. Got caught up at work (mostly - still have a slew of projects waiting my attention, but I'm not beyond hope of completing everything on time anymore) and got the kitchen painted (it looks pretty damn fantastic!). Got the house cleaned up (mostly - the bathrooms are still pretty scary though). And got to catch up with my best girlfriend that I've been (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/110908810713281092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/110908810713281092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/02/calmer.html' title='Calmer'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-110875770849474706</id><published>2005-02-18T16:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T13:54:55.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressure Point</title><summary type='text'>Picture this: I'm racing down the freeway on my way back from lunch, when suddenly the sensation of having to go potty *right now* hit me. (Any girl whose ever had her gall bladder removed knows that sensation well.)I'm 15 minutes away, running 30 minutes late and there is very little alongside the highway, so my best option is to grit my teeth and drive like a maniac to get to my office. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/110875770849474706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/110875770849474706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/02/pressure-point.html' title='Pressure Point'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-110874405418760546</id><published>2005-02-18T12:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T13:55:37.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragging up</title><summary type='text'>Last night I watched "Connie and Carla" which I think may have been pretty well panned in the reviews. I enjoyed it immensely - but then I've always loved drag queens - the campier the better.When I went to bed last night I got to thinking about drag queens and what the appeal was. I'm pretty liberal-minded, even for most, so I've no problem with men who want to dress as women, and even men who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/110874405418760546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/110874405418760546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/02/dragging-up.html' title='Dragging up'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-110858746819717375</id><published>2005-02-16T16:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T13:55:19.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Careers</title><summary type='text'>In the Star today, there was an article about students participating in a high school culinary program. In an "aren't we old" sort of way, we started talking about the lack of vocational programs (save automechanic/shop) that we had access to. We started talking about all of the programs that are out there offered to high school students to help them shape their career today (programming, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/110858746819717375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/110858746819717375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/02/careers.html' title='Careers'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-110849913206827063</id><published>2005-02-15T16:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T13:55:07.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus?</title><summary type='text'>Wow. Blogger helped me get all that out of my system. I just wrote a whiny, apologetic entry about how I've been busy and unmotivated and uncreative so thats why I ignored my shiny new blog for 2 weeks, only 2 days after establishing it. And Blogger completely ate it. 'Talk about editorial conspiracy! Now I really have NO excuse not to get down to it.So, here I am writing this for me, mostly. But</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/110849913206827063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/110849913206827063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/02/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus?'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-110731219564872207</id><published>2005-02-01T22:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T16:24:45.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I shouldn't be here</title><summary type='text'>Despite the fact that I have about 3 major projects to wrap up at work in the next 3 days, plus the fact that I've got 2 freelance jobs that I promised deliverables on this week, AND about the thirty-odd home improvement projects... and did I mention that the house is actually a disaster area?... Where was I? Oh yeah. A new blog. I spent several hours playing with design ideas. And now while I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/110731219564872207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/110731219564872207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-shouldnt-be-here.html' title='I shouldn&apos;t be here'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-110730268110040754</id><published>2005-02-01T18:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T14:35:20.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello World</title><summary type='text'>Testing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/110730268110040754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/110730268110040754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/2005/02/hello-world_01.html' title='Hello World'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10562498.post-111902191661564965</id><published>1990-01-01T01:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T10:25:16.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>99 Things About 1 Girl</title><summary type='text'>I’ve been in 2 cars that have caught fire while I was a passenger.I don’t smoke cigarettes.  It’s only slightly related.I’m very stubborn.If nothing else is on, I’ll happily watch childrens’ programming on TV.Yes, my hair is naturally red.  It’s the blonde streaks that aren’t natural.When I was in first grade, I begged my mother to let me die my hair black because the kids teased me for my red </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/feeds/111902191661564965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10562498&amp;postID=111902191661564965' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111902191661564965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10562498/posts/default/111902191661564965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surlygirly.blogspot.com/1990/01/99-things-about-1-girl.html' title='99 Things About 1 Girl'/><author><name>surlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589759657081556812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kclonghorns.com/gildedenvelope/blog/blogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
