<?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-3147413010855516484</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:40:46.726-08:00</updated><category term='Career Change?'/><title type='text'>Everywhere a Tourist</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandaross.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147413010855516484/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandaross.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693515847132244096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147413010855516484.post-4054831156278694829</id><published>2009-10-18T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T10:47:36.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-479d57e46203b027" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D479d57e46203b027%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331580315%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D9B8A7AECF4CDB56D45996939825749EF24DB86.730AE1B50B37F4DBD62BD422689E76048D92CAF6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D479d57e46203b027%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQr22fOfWrnK6x_qAXDsGO57_Xvw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D479d57e46203b027%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331580315%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D9B8A7AECF4CDB56D45996939825749EF24DB86.730AE1B50B37F4DBD62BD422689E76048D92CAF6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D479d57e46203b027%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQr22fOfWrnK6x_qAXDsGO57_Xvw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we were only allowed a "recreational" fire which means it can only be 3 feet in diameter.  We were doing good till we got to the wet grass stuff that just wouldn't burn.  We got out the shop vacuum and put it in reverse.  This constant flow of air made it an inferno and we finished what could have been a couple day project in about an hour.  Too much for a pyromaniac like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147413010855516484-4054831156278694829?l=mandaross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandaross.blogspot.com/feeds/4054831156278694829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147413010855516484&amp;postID=4054831156278694829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147413010855516484/posts/default/4054831156278694829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147413010855516484/posts/default/4054831156278694829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandaross.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-we-were-only-allowed-recreational.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693515847132244096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147413010855516484.post-9042861791134873129</id><published>2009-07-08T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T11:26:41.263-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Career Change?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Cousin's Celena's Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;So like 45 seconds before the wedding starts I get "Mandy come here." Uncle Cliff tells me to play this song " the march" as he points at 4 or 5 different songs that have titles like Cannon in D, ahhh so which one am I playing? when exactly?? He just wandered away, left me going ah what, when, where?? So 10 seconds before Cliff/Celena emerge... Aunt Carol says track 7, neat were on track 2, so how am I going to make skipping that many tracks sound good? Before I can formulate some kinda track skipping plan to meld the ceremony together, the flower girl/ring bearer are already 1/3 of the way down the isle, it would be weird to skip a track now (not alone 5 tracks!), ok don't panic wait for a break in traffic down the isle, but no Celena is on her way to the back of the audience. Everyone stands up of course as she walks by....I can't see anything after they disappear up the isle....everyone keeps looking back at me, and I'm like sorry it sounded crappy and I kinda stuttered the track transition...I just got thrown in here.....ok you cant stop staring now.....oh I should turn off the music....right. opps. HELLO! people not a wedding music professional. Good grief by the time I sat down I had to stand back up as they walked back down the isle as a married couple! Not thinking I should jump careers to become a wedding planner anytime soon, in fact I should probably just elope myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147413010855516484-9042861791134873129?l=mandaross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandaross.blogspot.com/feeds/9042861791134873129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147413010855516484&amp;postID=9042861791134873129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147413010855516484/posts/default/9042861791134873129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147413010855516484/posts/default/9042861791134873129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandaross.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-cousins-celenas-wedding-so-like-45.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693515847132244096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147413010855516484.post-8889667209000315140</id><published>2009-06-23T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T13:28:45.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Innovative ways to meet boys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Charlie died, I think it has an electrical short somewhere that isn't allowing the alternator to recharge the battery or something like it.  It died at a 4 way stop on Mount right off Reserve Street (about a mile from my house).   I pop clutch started it, rode 2 blocks to my garden and then let it idle in the parking lot while I watered the garden. yeah it died again. So I tried to start it again by pushing it around the parking lot to no avail, so I thought well at least I can get closer to home while I try to pop clutch start it and maybe there will an incline to my advantage. Not so much.  So I go by this family on their front porch and the young kid comes out to help me get some speed to jump it.  Yeah he wasn't much help and apologized through puffs of his cigarette, but he was very nice.  It’s completely dead now, so I keep pushing it by myself. So it's really hot out, I'm sweating and getting dehydrated by wearing all my gear, so I walked my coat and helmet over to my friend John's house which was only a few blocks away. So I finally had someone jump me, so I thought ok I'll just ride slow and recharge the battery, so I thought just take 7th over to Reserve then head over to Broadway and then hit Russell to get home.  So as I get on to Reserve with a California right hand roll I realized then I couldn't stop to get my gear.... So here I am riding down Reserve St. in a spaghetti strap tiny tee and jeans and no helmet. Not good.  Oh yeah it was Friday at oh say 6:30 pm.....yeah people were looking at me funny as I cruised at oh say 35mph where as most people cruise at 50mph or better.  So in order not to stop and let Charlie die in traffic, I had to time the lights. I almost made it to the Costco light so I could "merge" on to Broadway.... yeah that light takes of ever so I cut over a couple of blocks before that. So Charlie tried to die on this back road, luckily I was able to use the momentum to repop clutch start it, but not with out the back tire getting squirrelly from the abrupt changes in speed, most exciting.  So I merge again on to Broadway and it almost dies again behind a truck that wouldn't get going fast enough, so I passed him unceremoniously, I might as well have given him the finger on the way by.  I got about a 1/4 to 1/2 mile past him and had to pop clutch it again, that only lasted for another 1/4 mile and then we were completely dead and not coming back from this one.  So here I am stranded on Broadway on a Friday evening, no protective gear, frying hot, getting dehydrated and weak with everyone cruising by looking at me like, "interesting choice for a Friday night activity"  cuz I often sit on the side of the road on my bike wearing as little as possible.  Several nice guys stop, the first was wearing daisy dukes and was probably old enough to know when they became a style, he thought I was probably out of gas, then asked me if I was sure, ahh yeah filled earlier today, ok I know I'm girl on a bike and broke down but I think I can handle filing a the gas tank!  The other guy took 10 minutes to decide to walk over from a parking lot and was so shy I felt I had to make him feel better that I was broke down!   snobby couple pulled over to offer me a cell phone, (so is this my one free phone call after I am incarcerated?).  So I called a security guy from SPH came to jump me when he got off at 7pm.  I was so embarrassed!  I almost made it to Mullan road intersection before it died again, luckily he was following me, so we let the battery charge for a bit this time.  Once again we got going, so I jumped on so as not to loose precious seconds of running time and headed to the Russell/Broadway light, it was red.  I took a no stop "right on red"  as no one was coming.  Then I puttered down the Russell till I figured out my timing for the 3rd Street light....I wasn't far enough away to make it through the red/green cycle cuz I couldn't slow down anymore so I had to punch it.  The guy who was following me said I was pulling away from him at 40 in a 30.....yeah I burned the end of that yellow light, ok pretty much red....so then I had to slow way down cuz 5th street was red and there was cross traffic, at the last moment it cleared and I jumped the green light by a bit. I made it to 1 1/2 blocks from my house and then had to finish pushing it home and then up the driveway hill. My driveway is steep and by this time I was super dehydrated, I got the front wheel almost on to the flat sideway part but not quite! BRAKES! and hold, ok one more push and there we are.  All in all I think I burned 3 red lights, California rolled at least 4 stop signs, and obeyed about zero speed limits all with no riding gear and met some boys along the way.  (I never ever ride without my gear, so this was a freaky feeling! I felt overly exposed, not just cuz my tank top was blowing so I had major cleavage popping out, or that my pants were riding low and.....yeah not good!!)  I gave Charlie’s tire a kick, put him in time out in the garage and told him to sit there and think about what he had done.  No boy leaves me on the side of Broadway twice!  So far I think I am suffering more than it, since it's been beautiful weather and I can't ride! Oh well I lived to tell another dumb “and then I found 5 dollars” story.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147413010855516484-8889667209000315140?l=mandaross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandaross.blogspot.com/feeds/8889667209000315140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147413010855516484&amp;postID=8889667209000315140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147413010855516484/posts/default/8889667209000315140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147413010855516484/posts/default/8889667209000315140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandaross.blogspot.com/2009/06/innovative-ways-to-meet-boys.html' title='Innovative ways to meet boys!'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693515847132244096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147413010855516484.post-2160585729758116185</id><published>2009-04-09T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T07:16:22.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinker than you drunk I am.</title><content type='html'>It's been a stressful week but thankfully I am done early on Thursday ready to head to Bozeman to see Heather for my Birthday weekend. I was too busy to pack my stuff before coming to work today, so I run home with excitement building and in a semi-frenzy stuff 7 individual socks (who need pairs?), a spoon, 4 different kinds of pants, 11 books, 2 nalgenes, shorts for winter wear, t-shirts, one DVD movie, hoodies, ski boots, chacos, 3 gloves, a -20 degree mummy bag, 2 hats, a cantaloupe, makeup, a steak knife, cash, Laptop, a dress shirt, 2 cameras, 3 coffee mugs, a sleeping pad, a cell phone charger, a cowboy hat, extra shoes, a snazzy hat, and the kitchen sink (well almost). This all gets tossed randomly into all available space in the passenger seats in the blazer (AKA Damsel). Now I have to run errands to the bank, the library and get fuel. Good grief, let me outa here! Ah one more stop at Mom/Dad's new house in Clinton for Birthday Brownie, yeah. Okay cell phone: check, snacks: check, driver's licence: check, credit cards: check, map to Heather's house: check, enough emergency stuff to placate a boyscout: check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start down the road, ah the sunshine so nice and warm, the radio is swinging good tunes, a full tummy of brownies, no worries, no jobs, no deadlines, nothing: just me and Damsel and the open road. Traffic is light, some slower, some faster, but hey whatever. The easy curves lull me into a peaceful state, all the craziness leading up to this just fades away. No one is really around so I just gracefully change lanes to round out the corners, there isn't much else to do really. A backpackers Suburu passes me, I laugh cuz they probably have as much stuff as me but it's all neat and compartmentalized in the back window, whoowho for you, over achievers! They get stuck behind a slow semi a few miles later, I pop over to the other lane when it's clear, pass them and just carry on singing to myself, for reasons unknown to me this Suburu hits the brakes in apparent freak out mode as I pass them. Whatever. Now that sun is feeling so nice and Kyss FM is playing just what I need, my speed wavers and I find myself lolly gagging. I get up to the speed limit and hit cruise control. More sunshine, more singing, some snacks, a highway patrol going the other way, round out a few more corners, get passed by a huge Dodge pulling a massive trailer on my left side, whatever, I figured it was safer just to stay there. There is a car tailgating me, so I go back to the right hand lane. Flashing lights! WHAT! Really people? I calmly slow down, ease on to the shoulder, way off the road for his safety, put in park, keep my hands on the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How are we doing today?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pulled you over cuz we got a complaint about your driving behavior.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can I see your Licence and registration.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my glove box spills out napkins and the insurance card is straight pinned to the back of the visor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said you were all over the road. I am concerned for your safety and that of the other drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah I was just rounding out the corners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where are you headed?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bozeman to see some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you in a hurry?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you had anything to drink today?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just milk and juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Any alcohol in the car?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm....I don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is your car isn't it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you don't know if you have any alcohol in here?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't think so, maybe for a couple of months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smoking anything funny?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't even smoke cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you taken any meds today?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yeah 3 Ibuprofen at noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is that normal for you? (kid you not there was a stink eye included in that question)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. (i should told him it was for my cramps! and that was like a baby dose compared to my normal intake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You look flushed and your eyes are all red.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well it's kinda warm in here, i can turn the heat down if it makes you feel better. (so i reach over turn the heater down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you tired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;No not really, I'm not even low blood sugared, I just had a brownie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So basically you're just pretty laid back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm.....pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So not much really rattles you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really. (w a flat affect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're sure you haven't been drinking?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope i haven't had anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where are you headed?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-O-Z-E-M-A-N (you already asked me that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am going to check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*insert Jeopardy song here on REPEAT: I study the map to Heathers house, put the stake knife out of view, oh that melon probably smelled sweetly suspicious! small giggle to myself, gasp that SUBURU! GRRR! (somehow the thought of pot triggered their memory......) whatever, oh look a second drivers licence, well lets just put that away along with the knife. (too bad I didn't have a gun in the ashtray, sorry Jail bird Jimmy, just couldn't resist that one!) Alright mmm well this taking a long time, listen to my new phone messages, talk to my boss for work about a shift change. Finally I shut off engine and start to read one of my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and were back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I talked to the people who called you in and they said you were all over the road.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say, I was just taking the shortest route around the corners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well in the short time i observed you, you were lane changing without signaling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have inappropriate responses to my questions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to myself: I do? no drinking, no speeding, no pot, no reaching etc, how is that inappropriate???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am going to ask you to step out of the car so I can explain this warning to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open door, shockingly enough I don't fall, waver, or stagger getting out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you sure you don't have any alcohol in there?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright buddy you are starting to piss me off. I swing the door open wide and say be my guest to look. He must have seen the stuff piled level to the windows and back of the seats and wisely choose not to look. So now we take a little walk, mmm no wobbling. He is grabbing at straws trying desperately to find something that he can explain away this call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So you were just cutting the corners?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, there wasn't anyone around, I was even doing shoulder checks to double check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah well ok. were you reaching for something?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you tired?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've been up since 6am but my bed times not till 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So your not tired?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really that's my every day wake schedule and I slept fine last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you promise to pull over if your tired?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah but I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you feeling okay, your not sick? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I feel fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Were you changing the radio station?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I've been listening to Kyss FM all the way here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now he explains my warning to me, I just worried for you safety and the other drivers and a last warning to pull over if I am tired and please just stay in my lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever dude, I amble back to my car, apply my seat belt, put my cellphone in it's place, start the car, use my blinker and pull back out onto the highway.   He seemed to really really want to find something wrong with me, something, anything to explain that 911 call.  I suspect I may have ruined his paperwork day, from his perspective I can see it, how do you write up that document: crazy response girl, who doesn't know if there is alcohol in her car and is too calm for being pulled over by the highway patrol, she has to be on some kind of drugs.  You can't find anything and you have no grounds to keep her so you have to let her go.  I feel kinda bad in retrospect for my feckless responses, but there wasn't any reason to get all worked up and panicked cuz I hadn't done anything wrong.  I bet the officer has a story to tell his buddies now too.  hehehe.  way to usher out year 28!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147413010855516484-2160585729758116185?l=mandaross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandaross.blogspot.com/feeds/2160585729758116185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147413010855516484&amp;postID=2160585729758116185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147413010855516484/posts/default/2160585729758116185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147413010855516484/posts/default/2160585729758116185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandaross.blogspot.com/2009/04/thinker-than-you-drunk-i-am.html' title='Thinker than you drunk I am.'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693515847132244096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147413010855516484.post-5610454473599353015</id><published>2008-11-13T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:19:48.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left in the Dark.</title><content type='html'>My pantry also doubles as my closet and laundry room, it also houses most of the spiders in the house. So when one fluorescent light went out I figured I would survive as long as I could see little black dots that weren't there yesterday and then squish them. I usually wear bluejeans and t-shirts, so clothes matching wasn't a big deal and I usually just eat whatever I can grab on the way out the door so that wasn't an issue either. However when the other side of the light went out I couldn't see the spiders lurking anymore, and this was cause for great concern. So I put in "new" bulbs that were left behind by the last resident.  This didn't enlighten the situation.  I put up a small set of five globes Christmas lights that change colors. The blue and green work pretty well for spider detection, the red light is only really good for not running into very large objects such as dyers and shelves.  After a week of near death experiences with spiders, near starvation and being in the same clothes, I decided that I should dig out a strand of real Christmas lights and hang them from the ceiling.  Now it looks like a cheap bar on the beach.  The best part is after one beer I loose at least 10 pounds and my hair look gorgeous even uncombed and everything I mumble to my self is the funniest thing anyone has ever said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147413010855516484-5610454473599353015?l=mandaross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandaross.blogspot.com/feeds/5610454473599353015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147413010855516484&amp;postID=5610454473599353015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147413010855516484/posts/default/5610454473599353015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147413010855516484/posts/default/5610454473599353015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandaross.blogspot.com/2008/11/left-in-dark.html' title='Left in the Dark.'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693515847132244096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147413010855516484.post-7654563204604893015</id><published>2008-06-13T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:11:32.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>strange sightings</title><content type='html'>Part I: So I saw a guy riding his bike by St.Pat's with a chain saw today. Just had the handle of the chainsaw parallel with the handlebars and it stuck out to the side the whole length of the blade, acted as though it was totally normal. And I guess in a way it is normal for Missoula.....LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part II: So we are merrily making our way through May and June in warm pleasant weather for the most part and then wham snow in the valley. Neat. It's Missoula so we all are pretty unfazed by this latest change of seasons. I decided it would be fun to take an hour long walk in the rain, just for kicks. Only towards the end did I think mmm maybe this was a bit long, oh well. I no sooner get dry, when I decide that I really should have pics of the "M" with snow around it in June. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMBsSeAndSA/SFLHUNWJRYI/AAAAAAAAACI/blCTERqKH5Y/s1600-h/June+snow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211446868814939522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" height="174" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMBsSeAndSA/SFLHUNWJRYI/AAAAAAAAACI/blCTERqKH5Y/s320/June+snow.JPG" width="313" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;So I don my winter coat, bright pink workout pants, my over sized flaming white and green umbrella, and my chacos and start ambling down the street with my huge camera stuck under one arm. I am sure no one noticed me. I really should have had my picture taken by one of the other crazy passerbys cuz it was quite a sight. I ended walking a far bit further than I had originally thought I was going to. Imagine me trying to use both hands to hold the camera while the other one worked the zoom and keep the umbrella over me and the camera....funny stuff. Yeah then I got the bright idea I should document my chaco clad feet with the snowy mountain backdrop. so now i am balanced on one foot, with the other one in the air while trying to get down low enough for the angle to capture the mountain in the &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMBsSeAndSA/SFLHUfVFfxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/YxSSG3b2fh8/s1600-h/chaco+clad+snow+toes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211446873642336018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMBsSeAndSA/SFLHUfVFfxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/YxSSG3b2fh8/s320/chaco+clad+snow+toes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;background, adjusting the zoom and holding the umbrella..... so when I passed the guy walking the other way whose smirking face hardly contained his amusement, I acted like this whole trip was totally normal. And I guess in a way it is normal for Missoula.....LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's why I live here. I fit in with the other crazies, that you can never be quite sure what they are going to do next.  I was not able to get my toes and the background in focus which toatlly bummed me out but hey I didn't tip over, so that was a bonus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147413010855516484-7654563204604893015?l=mandaross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandaross.blogspot.com/feeds/7654563204604893015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147413010855516484&amp;postID=7654563204604893015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147413010855516484/posts/default/7654563204604893015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147413010855516484/posts/default/7654563204604893015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandaross.blogspot.com/2008/06/strange-sightings.html' title='strange sightings'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693515847132244096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMBsSeAndSA/SFLHUNWJRYI/AAAAAAAAACI/blCTERqKH5Y/s72-c/June+snow.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147413010855516484.post-3002636800884225168</id><published>2008-04-13T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T15:15:33.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>366 days</title><content type='html'>Well here I am one leap year out from purchasing my house. Wow. I am still standing and have not gone under. It has been interesting at times, with no renters to renters who fight and are a major pain. The torment of hearing objects slam and scrap across all wooden floor above your head, thinking how much will that groove take to get out when they move out. How good of a job did they really do painting. Is there anything left of the walls? The realization that they will not share the burden of shoveling even when they are laid off all winter and have nothing to do. To trimming trees and then having the blasted roots invade the pipes causing a sewage backup into the house.  Do you suppose windows that don't keep water at bay will retain the winter heat?  My electric bill says otherwise.  So just before the year mark I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; added curtains to my stairwell window, I am sure my neighbors are happy about that seeing as the closet is on the opposite side of the stairs as my bathroom.....I'll let you draw your own conclusions.... I started my bravery in interior plumbing on the bathroom sink, figuring at the least I could use the kitchen sink if all went to gushing.  Besides if complete failure happened dad had already demonstated where the main water shut off to the house was during a previous plumping fatality in the closet/laundry room.  I have buckets and mops for just that sort of emergency, which don't seem to be all the infrequent.  "God loves me" see previous posts for an explanation.   So after a year of cold face washes just before bedtime in a chilly basement and the dead of winter I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; took time to get the hot water side to quit leaking somewhere around warmer spring time, all the same what bliss.  In my elation of being an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;excellent&lt;/span&gt; plumber I jumped to the shower.  I did heed my dad's advice as to start the project with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;plenty&lt;/span&gt; of time to go to the fix store and this was good.  There I was in my third fix-it store of the day, standing alone in the parts isle scratching my head and trying to figure it out just what to do with the shower piece in my hand, trying my best to look like a distressed damsel.  this act amounted to a hill of beans as no one came by for 20 or more minutes.  I even walked the entire store looking for someone.  Now I have to tell ya I was a little worried about showering as I didn't have a back up one in the kitchen......and it was getting close to closing time, dad's words on repeat in my head.  I brain stormed everything, from a new head which I couldn't find in a 3/4" size so then I thought I would try a find a 3/4 to 1/2 reducer, but that didn't come out of the magic hat either but I did get a nice bunny, or not.  So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; Alex came along and we guessed at the O ring size for the inside of the nut that screws into the wall part.  I got home and magically the O ring fit on that piece sticking out of the wall not the nut at the end of the shower head.  Good Grief!  It amounted to a lot of frustration and that first fix it store guy had me way off track! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Grr&lt;/span&gt; obviously he was more worried about the Overtime than finding me the solution.  All plumbing projects have been put on hold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;indefinitely&lt;/span&gt;.  Those drippy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;faucets&lt;/span&gt; will just have to fill the dirty pots to soak while I am at work, ha take that dirty dishes, see a great excuse to procrastinate the dishes too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147413010855516484-3002636800884225168?l=mandaross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandaross.blogspot.com/feeds/3002636800884225168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147413010855516484&amp;postID=3002636800884225168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147413010855516484/posts/default/3002636800884225168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147413010855516484/posts/default/3002636800884225168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandaross.blogspot.com/2008/04/366-days.html' title='366 days'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693515847132244096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147413010855516484.post-8609047206621187580</id><published>2008-01-09T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T11:19:42.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cars, sewers, and gutters</title><content type='html'>So I am sure that almost everyone out there would write a blog on cars, sewers and gutters, am I right?  LOL.  First big applause for my cousin's husband for fixing my axle and installing a read window.  Now I only have to fix the severely bald tire.  It very exciting to drive again and sleeping later is wonderful!  It makes for good times sliding around corners not so much on purpose as I have in the past.  Then the ironic thing was news station interviewed me on road conditions (thank goodness I did my hair that day!!!).  The whole time I laughing to myself thinking if only you knew the condition of my bald tire and that I had to drive home in 4x4 low (17mph in a 45mph zone) cuz that was the only 4 wheel option i could get into gear without horrendous grinding sounds.  I tried my flashers, yeah didn't go so well.  turns out if you are in the right hand lane and are missing the rear right taillight, it looks like you are blinkering into the left lane......I think i pissed more than a couple of cars. oh what to do.....just laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So onto sewers. My Heather and Sarah were hanging out in my basement while I was at work.  They called and told me there was water coming out of the floor drain.  God bless those girls for bailing a tub full of water, damming the door to prevent my carpets from drenched!  I don't even know how to thank them properly for all the money they saved me not to mention the stench and soggy grossness!  The plumber man came the next day and we should be okay for awhile.  Not sure how many of you know the inside story on the "God loves me" phrase, but in short it involves very dramatic sermon on events leading to obtaining water.  (I know this is a phrase to be taken lightly cuz it's true, however this story was just too funny not to mock...)  So for real "God loves me." he spared me water in this case. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gutters.  ah yes once again water.  however this water was directed from my roof to my concert backyard.  not very convenient with melting and then freezing temperatures.  That's right, a huge ice skating rink, I nearly died several times.  So I felt empowered by having my very own power drill and decided that indeed I should undertake the redirecting of the water.  Simple yes, for Amanda not so much.  So within 2 min I am bleeding from the thumb from the drill slipping. ok so I EMTed myself to a non bleeding state.  next two chairs with an old shelf (complete with the metal brackets still attached) between them, and then the 5 gallon pail upside in the middle that.  yeah I know, I was a little shaky the first time but what the heck I didn't die the first time so it must be safe.  So the drill didn't have enough battery so while that charged I used my leatherman (always a great fallback!)  I didn't have a bit to predrill so I took the awl from the leatherman along with a hammer to start the screws holes (not sturdy enough to just screw into).  Then I had to change the angle of the gutter top, so off to the store to buy a hacksaw.  flimsy gutters don't cut very nice (might be operator error....) anyways I ended up working by headlamp.  I attached the far end of the gutter over my fence gate, but in order to get both ends attached at the same time by myself I had to use my long sleeve T-shirt I was wearing to tie up one end to a crossbeam on the fence. (it was a bit chilly w/only a short sleeve but whatever.)   So I think I really did get it to work after much monkeying around with getting the screws holes to line up.  And in the end I won the drill war, I was the master.  the melting snow will be the real test...but for now I am wounded woman hear me drill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147413010855516484-8609047206621187580?l=mandaross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandaross.blogspot.com/feeds/8609047206621187580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147413010855516484&amp;postID=8609047206621187580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147413010855516484/posts/default/8609047206621187580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147413010855516484/posts/default/8609047206621187580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandaross.blogspot.com/2008/01/cars-sewers-and-gutters.html' title='cars, sewers, and gutters'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693515847132244096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147413010855516484.post-5304842380229772166</id><published>2007-11-27T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T10:37:11.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carless in Missoula</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't know, I love my car, Damsel.  I have looked several times over the years of replacing her, well I couldn't bring myself to replace her.  I know she is getting old and it's starting to show and some days I felt it was a miracle that she was still here for me.  Well 9/29/07 I got rear ended in her.  I got some whiplash but recovered nicely.  You had to look pretty hard to tell that she was damaged, the other car just pushed her hitch in a bit.  I kinda felt bad, we called the police to do a report and the kid was arrested on the spot for a warrant out on him.  Wow that just made my day a whole lot better.  yeah so life returned to normal for the most part.  Then my friend dropped a bombshell one day that she put in her 2 week notice and was moving to Idaho just completely out of the blue.  I was totally bummed out already about some other things and this just added to it.  (11/5/07) I was driving home after a long day of giving massages and got hit at an uncontrolled intersection 3 houses from mine.  He spun me out pretty hard and gave me a flat tire.  It was a completely horrible event that only I could possibly make more complicated.   I had to walk home for the insurance card and then back to the house for a tire iron (mine disappeared somehow in the accident) and then again for the keys that I left there the first trip for the card.  My spare was slightly flat so we wobbled the rest of the way home.  We got that fixed and it still wobbled, apparently he bent my rear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;axle&lt;/span&gt;.  The upstairs kid thought his cousin could get me a part for cheap, so I waited for him to get back to me, he hasn't yet.  (remember Damsel's not young anymore and putting a lot of money into her would be foolish!)  Yeah, so I rode my bike to work and that was okay.  Then it snowed and it stayed, then it got blasted cold.  I biked to work at 5 degrees F. I started walking  because bikes and ice don't mix.  I have learned the bus routes and times quite well.  Unfortunately they don't run at 5am when I need to get to work.  Now I have a second insurance claim to deal with and I am not good with paperwork whatsoever.  It's been a long month.  So Jen's comment about her Mom's story of bus riding and shopping and being absolutely sure that you want your purchase really hit home!  It's a lot more trouble to return stuff when you only have the bus to rely on.  It made me laugh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; it's so true.  I am not sure what lesson I am going to take away from this interesting time in my life but that just one of them.  I am not upset that I have to walk, just that it happened at this time of the year.  I have to tell ya, we are usually lucky to have snow that stays by Christmas, Nov snow is pretty rare, why this year when I  happen to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;carless&lt;/span&gt;?  I guess I can't complain, it forces me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; when I probably would find lots of excuses to get out of it.  I am going to be in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bro's&lt;/span&gt; wedding this coming June and shedding a few pounds would be great!  I debate every day in my head the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;benefits&lt;/span&gt; of having or not having a car.  The new year is only a month away, I think I'll wait till then.  If I do start my massage &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt; then I could write it off and that would be a good deal for me.  And dress fitting is coming too soon after holiday treats!  besides who can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;afford&lt;/span&gt; gas prices?  I am content to walk in solitude during the peaceful darkness that proceeds sunrise.  So pip pip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cheerio&lt;/span&gt; and on we go through wind, snow and ice covered sidewalks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147413010855516484-5304842380229772166?l=mandaross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandaross.blogspot.com/feeds/5304842380229772166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147413010855516484&amp;postID=5304842380229772166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147413010855516484/posts/default/5304842380229772166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147413010855516484/posts/default/5304842380229772166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandaross.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='Carless in Missoula'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693515847132244096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147413010855516484.post-5467997747990458362</id><published>2007-09-07T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T14:01:51.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autum means a change of life seasons as well</title><content type='html'>Well fall semester started without me.  mmm, I feel strange not being in the academic world.  I was in a bit of a panic in Aug as to what the heck I was going to do with all my free time.  Well I solved that quandary this week.  I start my new massage job at the school this Saturday.  I am excited to be able to use my new skills.  I am not sure I would want to massage as a full time job so working 3 days a week seems like a good way to test the waters.  I will work about 6 days a week, but it doesn't feel like it when you change it up everyday, besides when I don't have a client I am not obligated to be there and I can get my errands done during the business week.  Of course this is all hypothetical and looks OK on paper, we'll see how it plays out in real life.   I really like the deep tissue aspect of massage.  It is a great feeling to find the muscles that are "broken" and fix them and be able to provide relief for people that have pain.  I can't explain the feeling but I come out revitalized as well.  I am going to be working for the school's clinic.  This is a great arrangement for me as they make all my appointments, do all the business paperwork (which I absolutely abhor), provide supplies and do the laundry.  Seems perfect to me.  It is also within bike riding distance from my house, so that will be super nice here in the fall, winter I am still giving it some consideration depending on the snowfall and temperatures.  I am excited to move into this new phase of life and fully enjoy the start of a wonderful Autumn season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147413010855516484-5467997747990458362?l=mandaross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandaross.blogspot.com/feeds/5467997747990458362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147413010855516484&amp;postID=5467997747990458362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147413010855516484/posts/default/5467997747990458362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147413010855516484/posts/default/5467997747990458362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandaross.blogspot.com/2007/09/autum-means-change-of-life-seasons-as.html' title='Autum means a change of life seasons as well'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693515847132244096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147413010855516484.post-1151752598544105814</id><published>2007-06-15T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T12:01:50.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Footing all the bills and other realities</title><content type='html'>Well here I am staring down the second month's mortage payment, left for me to soley pay out myself.  I finially had to get a property management and admit to myself just how busy I really am working two jobs and going to night school and fitting in giving those free required massages at the clinic and other inconvient events that don't add up quickly enough.  For clairification I have to do 50 hours of clinical massage and 30 hours of events, which is basically me giving free chair massages where there is something fun going on that other people gather there to do just that have a night out and have fun.  I am not going make it by graduation time.  I am bummed.  I wanted so badly to be free from the requirements after July.  Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;Back to the house, I paid the first round of bills and was disheartened by the bank account numbers suddenly plumeting close to nothing and here I am looking forward to another month of bills.  My property manager showed the apartment upstairs today and I am hopeful she and her roommate will take it.  They are young and no toddlers to run over head on hardwood floors.  I just hope they don't have too many late night parties.&lt;br /&gt;Other than the bill woes, I am feeling the pressure of what to do next in life.  Massage bussiness? Nursing? Schooling for RN?  And my Camp Cedar started camp and I miss the fun and freedom of last summer......  I am desperately wondering where to go next and feel Sarah's pain deeply of that lonely single person life.  I could lamet longer over life but I have to go to work to earn the bill paying paycheck......ahh work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147413010855516484-1151752598544105814?l=mandaross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandaross.blogspot.com/feeds/1151752598544105814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147413010855516484&amp;postID=1151752598544105814' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147413010855516484/posts/default/1151752598544105814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147413010855516484/posts/default/1151752598544105814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandaross.blogspot.com/2007/06/footing-all-bills-and-other-realities.html' title='Footing all the bills and other realities'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693515847132244096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147413010855516484.post-692882064636273994</id><published>2007-04-19T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T09:28:11.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pack mule and Ms.Bubbles should be my title</title><content type='html'>I finally got the key and started the long process of moving boxes, emptying a storage shed and then unloading all of them. Next came organizing the boxes into rooms, then sorting through the boxes and putting stuff in piles and then cleaning up the piles! For the first time in a decade I think I finally have all of my stuff in one location and not packed away somewhere. I have a lot of duplicate junk, mostly bottles upon bottles of lotion and other bathroom stuff. I have claimed about 1/2 of the bathroom to the from the dark side ie dirty. I am still working on the other parts of the house. My kitchen is, well small. I put up my trusty blue brick and board shelves that have been everywhere from my Agnes basement to the fire station to the shelves in my storage shed! They work great for now seeing as all I have are a few dishes and glasses to squeeze in next to the one box of cereal and package of noodles. My frig on the other hand has lots of room as I only have mustard and ketchup in it! Shopping is on the long list of things to do in the coming weekend. My next big project is going to be finding a renter for the upstairs......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147413010855516484-692882064636273994?l=mandaross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandaross.blogspot.com/feeds/692882064636273994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147413010855516484&amp;postID=692882064636273994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147413010855516484/posts/default/692882064636273994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147413010855516484/posts/default/692882064636273994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandaross.blogspot.com/2007/04/pack-mule-and-mrsbubbles-should-be-my.html' title='Pack mule and Ms.Bubbles should be my title'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693515847132244096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147413010855516484.post-1373078195344861651</id><published>2007-04-12T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T08:52:34.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new title is Homeowner</title><content type='html'>I closed on my new house yesterday April 11, 2007. The owner's live out of state so I won't be able to take posscession until Friday the 13th. I have a lot of things to pack and move. I had the power and water transfered to my name today a whole new experiance. The water lady tricked me into telling her how many bathrooms and bedrooms are in the house and that increased my flat rate 15 bucks a month, I was not thrilled and they charge 50 bucks a month just so I can water my tiny yard. So many little things I just don't know about at a firtst time home buyer. My mortage guy gave me a key chain for my new house key which has room for two pictures in the inside. Just for giggles I think I will put him on one side and my realator on the other, they were wonderful to work with and I grateful to both of them for helping me make into my first home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147413010855516484-1373078195344861651?l=mandaross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandaross.blogspot.com/feeds/1373078195344861651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147413010855516484&amp;postID=1373078195344861651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147413010855516484/posts/default/1373078195344861651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147413010855516484/posts/default/1373078195344861651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandaross.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-new-title-is-homeowner.html' title='My new title is Homeowner'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693515847132244096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147413010855516484.post-505837305340954174</id><published>2007-04-01T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T11:14:02.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just a golden ordinary rainy day</title><content type='html'>Well I unceremoniously came to be 27 at 11:04pm in the quite somber of my sleep in someone Else's house.  It turned out to be a day not so unlike any other normal day save the flowers and balloons that illuminated  my dark "box" at the hospital.  I got off early and returned to my house sitting job to take care of dogs who chewed everything and tried to lick me, one of my biggest pet peeves.  I did manage to see my family and watch a video and eat off the good china.  The movie was a fantasy of people finding each other in forever bliss and love.  Yeah not exactly a pick me up for the still single at twenty-seven year old with no prospects on the horizon, not even one to dream about in the stranger's empty four level echoing house.  The overwhelming blackness pushed further the next day when the aunt who didn't even call proclaimed "you didn't even do anything did you....." while we waited for Grandpa to come out of surgery.  The highlight of my "Golden Birthday" was the brief phone calls/messages and emails from Trav, Jen and Heather (2 of whom are out of the country and the other in another state).  The following days compounded the darkness by long annoying days at work and returning to an empty house save licking dogs and a cold drizzle to walk them in.  Will the sun ever shine in my 27th year of living?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147413010855516484-505837305340954174?l=mandaross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandaross.blogspot.com/feeds/505837305340954174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147413010855516484&amp;postID=505837305340954174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147413010855516484/posts/default/505837305340954174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147413010855516484/posts/default/505837305340954174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandaross.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-golden-ordinary-rainy-day.html' title='just a golden ordinary rainy day'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693515847132244096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147413010855516484.post-7901327909325162450</id><published>2007-03-19T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T08:29:01.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buy Sell Agreement and the Wait</title><content type='html'>I put in a bid on a 200K+ house.  Crazy, most say affirmative.  It's a older home but rather nice and finished with a hodgepodge of building materials courtesy of some home improvement store's last years sales bin.  The uppper level some varying degree of lavender/periwinkle.  The kitchen cupboards forrest green/gray.  The bathroom a clawfoot tub, which I have been told is much sought after item.  My portion, the basement with large egress windows.  My kitchen the bare esentials squished into a neat line on one wall with the opposing wall in close proximity.  I have remodeled the disagreeable points of the house in my head.  I view the house again today with the eyes of my knowledgeable father and check in with the counter offer I recieved.  Travis just go with it, the only reason to counteroffer again would be for principal reasons only.  We'll see.  It is my payment and responsibility for the next 30 years, granted I live there that long but all the same.  Luckily I have my dad to count on for repairs and remodel ideas and my creative mom for design and inspiration.  Travis is great for rationale and optimism.  Just for amusement I am closing on 4/20, poor Chris my realestate agent could only shake his head and smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147413010855516484-7901327909325162450?l=mandaross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandaross.blogspot.com/feeds/7901327909325162450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147413010855516484&amp;postID=7901327909325162450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147413010855516484/posts/default/7901327909325162450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147413010855516484/posts/default/7901327909325162450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandaross.blogspot.com/2007/03/buy-sell-agreement-and-wait.html' title='Buy Sell Agreement and the Wait'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693515847132244096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147413010855516484.post-7097893905830310530</id><published>2007-02-16T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T15:04:32.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing out year 26 of my life!</title><content type='html'>Here I am with only about a month left of my 26th year in life.  Wow where has the time gone.  Well here's my start to recording where that times goes and sharing it with you.  Hope you enjoy my crazy shenanigans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147413010855516484-7097893905830310530?l=mandaross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandaross.blogspot.com/feeds/7097893905830310530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147413010855516484&amp;postID=7097893905830310530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147413010855516484/posts/default/7097893905830310530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147413010855516484/posts/default/7097893905830310530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandaross.blogspot.com/2007/02/closing-out-year-26-of-my-life.html' title='Closing out year 26 of my life!'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693515847132244096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
