<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461860247883173523</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 03 Sep 2010 02:47:59 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>joanie of arc w/ evie from the garden</title><description>I wish I could say how I became joanie of arc... but as with most of the stories from my past, I don't remember the details.</description><link>http://www.joanieofarc.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (joanie)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461860247883173523.post-1505128536098305367</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 04:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-16T23:19:20.411-05:00</atom:updated><title>Childhood</title><description>I was cleaning up one of the spare rooms in my house which tends to be used for storage.  I found my memory boxes!  Basically just shoeboxes where I've thrown a bunch of stuff that I wanted to keep.  So there are a variety of notes (remember those note passing days?) that i'd received.  I love notes!  I tend to stock pile any notes that I receive which is why i have an impossible time deleting e-mails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a diary that I wrote when I was in elementary school.  The majority of entries along the lines of "I really like (insert boy name)."   Or my favorite "I wasn't paying attention for like ten seconds and they scored a goal."  Obviously as goalie on a soccer team that had to have been a tramatic experience for a 10 yr old. ;)  The things we get upset about as children.  LOVE IT!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh... what else did I find... I found a name tag from my first job at White Castle.  God I hated that job.  But options were limited at 16.  I loved the lable that I stuck to the back that said "BITCH."  Classic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best things that I found are these two collages that I put together when I was about 17 or 18 to mail to a few friends I had around the world.  How fun is it that I was able to mail something to Australia and England?  I'm curious as hell to find out if either of the people I sent them to still have them.  I'm debating messaging them out of the blue and asking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember anything else of import that I found other than pictures.. lots of pictures. :) I hoard them almost as bad as notes and cards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461860247883173523-1505128536098305367?l=www.joanieofarc.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.joanieofarc.com/2008/11/childhood.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joanie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461860247883173523.post-3275136651195048160</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-16T23:02:45.304-05:00</atom:updated><title>Forever</title><description>I've randomly decided to start posting again.  It's kind of been forever and a day.... I figure, if I'm paying money for the site, I should probably use it. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461860247883173523-3275136651195048160?l=www.joanieofarc.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.joanieofarc.com/2008/11/forever.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joanie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461860247883173523.post-5884289719281930801</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Jun 2008 02:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-03T22:37:34.141-04:00</atom:updated><title>innocence</title><description>the innocence of a child is&lt;br /&gt;seen only through the passion&lt;br /&gt;they show each day for things&lt;br /&gt;that we pass by so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;how hard it is to grin so broadly&lt;br /&gt;at first light christmas morning&lt;br /&gt;for now that we've grown older&lt;br /&gt;everythign has lost its joy.&lt;br /&gt;we hold our heads so high above&lt;br /&gt;the crowds on equal levels&lt;br /&gt;that we forget the love we had&lt;br /&gt;then for everything around.&lt;br /&gt;how painful it is to acknowledge&lt;br /&gt;the loss of compassion we've felt&lt;br /&gt;as the years fade away so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;the innocence of a child is apparent&lt;br /&gt;in the fear of those monsters in&lt;br /&gt;the closet or hiding under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;but now the fear of failure&lt;br /&gt;encompasses our minds&lt;br /&gt;as we step up higher on &lt;br /&gt;that steep business ladder.&lt;br /&gt;the innocence of a child&lt;br /&gt;is presented in the love they&lt;br /&gt;show and give so freely of.&lt;br /&gt;but now we protect our hearts&lt;br /&gt;and open them to no one&lt;br /&gt;for fear of getting hurt&lt;br /&gt;or ending up tied down.&lt;br /&gt;the innocence of a child is&lt;br /&gt;seen only through the passion&lt;br /&gt;they show each day for things&lt;br /&gt;that we pass by so quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461860247883173523-5884289719281930801?l=www.joanieofarc.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.joanieofarc.com/2008/06/innocence.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joanie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461860247883173523.post-1260670393229486078</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jun 2008 21:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-02T17:23:33.418-04:00</atom:updated><title>Un Poema</title><description>¿Como sabes quien soy?&lt;br /&gt;Cuando yo no se ádonde voy.&lt;br /&gt;¿Como sabes la realidad?&lt;br /&gt;Cuando no escuchas la verdad.&lt;br /&gt;No comprendes mi corazon&lt;br /&gt;ni te sientes ninguan emoción.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that is so a poem from second year spanish.  It probably doesn't even make since but I felt the need to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461860247883173523-1260670393229486078?l=www.joanieofarc.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.joanieofarc.com/2008/06/un-poema.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joanie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461860247883173523.post-7913086233044351858</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jun 2008 01:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-02T08:27:27.897-04:00</atom:updated><title>I can't help but wonder...</title><description>do my old friends ever think of me?  People I was once close to and have since lost touch... do they, like me, look at something and think of times long past? I'm simply in one of those moods where I cannot help but regret those friendships I've let slip away.  The angry conversations that ended it.  With some, I remember the last time we spoke.  That very last coversation.  And I remember slowly letting go of those few reminders I had left.  It's weird.  With all the technology and the search engines, the people I really want to find have simply disappeared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461860247883173523-7913086233044351858?l=www.joanieofarc.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.joanieofarc.com/2008/06/i-cant-help-but-wonder.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joanie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461860247883173523.post-4717588316527262909</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2008 05:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-22T01:09:19.329-04:00</atom:updated><title>I was thinking....</title><description>the other day about whether or not random people bitch about me.  Here's the thing... if someone is an idiot while driving and almost wrecks me or cuts me off, I go into work complaining about "that freaking moron who doesn't know how to drive" and how he/she tried to run me off the road.  So I was wondering how many stories I've been the star of as "that freaking idiot" didn't see me and cut me off.  Or that "freaking idiot" was in the fast lane driving 50 mph when the speed limit was 55!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once heard someone say that everyone thinks they are the best driver out there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyone going slower than me is a moron and anyone going faster is a jackass."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461860247883173523-4717588316527262909?l=www.joanieofarc.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.joanieofarc.com/2008/05/i-was-thinking.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joanie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461860247883173523.post-7143055784059669364</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2008 02:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-14T22:50:17.423-04:00</atom:updated><title>so my problem....</title><description>with posting is that I always think of something that I want to write about during the day.  Some frustration or whatever and then by the time I get home and on the computer to update, I forget what I wanted to say.  I have a terrible memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461860247883173523-7143055784059669364?l=www.joanieofarc.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.joanieofarc.com/2008/05/so-my-problem.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joanie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461860247883173523.post-7416500861498861444</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 May 2008 19:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-10T15:10:16.585-04:00</atom:updated><title>All I'm saying...</title><description>is that watching movies for me is an attempt to escape reality for a few hours... why in the world would I want to watch something with a depressing/horrible ending?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand the point of watching movies like that.  The movies I've seen recently either have a non-existent ending with nothing actually happening or everyone dies.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell?  Life is already depressing and miserable.  I just don't know why I need to pay to see something that I can watch on the news at night.  People die tragic deaths in real life.  I don't need to see it on the silver screen or whatever it's called.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461860247883173523-7416500861498861444?l=www.joanieofarc.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.joanieofarc.com/2008/05/all-im-saying.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joanie)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461860247883173523.post-3060460127248282436</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 02:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-07T22:40:48.529-04:00</atom:updated><title>movies and books</title><description>I recently read &lt;em&gt;Great Expectations&lt;/em&gt; by Charles Dickens.  What a freaking depressing book.  Everyone is miserable throughout the entire book, and in the end, everyone is still freaking miserable!  I know I'm a dork for reading it, but I love to read.  Classics are usually so much fun to read because it gives one a sense of the past or what was going on... I mean even Jane Austen's novels had happy endings.  The girl got the guy.  There's always some drama along the way, but everyone who's anyone ends up in love and happy.  Who wouldn't love Mr. Darcy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romance novels are so cheesy sometimes, but after a good cry and laugh, everyone ends up happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same with movies for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... so i really love romantic comedies.  I love the happy endings.  Nothing makes me happier (okay very little) than a nice clean cut happy ending. (oops. that sounds a little pornish)  I just like for everything to work out.  The good guys win and the bad guys get what they had coming to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461860247883173523-3060460127248282436?l=www.joanieofarc.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.joanieofarc.com/2008/05/movies-and-books.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joanie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461860247883173523.post-4097884763398865729</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 02:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-07T22:30:53.067-04:00</atom:updated><title>life is insane!</title><description>I never thought that it would be that damn difficult to work full time and go to school part time.  It has been an insane time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest problem with getting on the computer is that I'm on the damn thing all day long.  And then I come home and get online to check Oncourse (the only system for school).  I'm usually tire of sitting in a chair at a desk by then.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I despise talking on the phone.  I work in a call center environment.  Let me tell you... after talking to *extreme sarcasm* lovely intelligent people all day long, I don't want to talk anymore!  I love my family, but seriously... calling me six times in a row is not going to make me any more likely to pick up the phone.  If it's that freaking important leave a message!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone is thinking "poor me."  Well why not?  everyone else has the the poor me attitude.  I listen to it everyday all day long.  Poor me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461860247883173523-4097884763398865729?l=www.joanieofarc.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.joanieofarc.com/2008/05/life-is-insane.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joanie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461860247883173523.post-2573713467423770276</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Mar 2008 01:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-18T10:33:08.905-04:00</atom:updated><title>My Aunt Recently Passed Away.....</title><description>My aunt recently passed away and now my mom is raising my little seven year old cousin.  She is absolutely adorable, but this poor girl as been through hell.  Although it's an odd thing to share, my aunt died of a drug overdose.  There were three kids (my little cousins) all under the age of ten present at the house the night she died. One of here "friends" came over the next morning and realized she was cold.  My question remains... how many times had she passed out and the children not been able to wake her up for them not to notice anything out of the ordinary?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461860247883173523-2573713467423770276?l=www.joanieofarc.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.joanieofarc.com/2008/03/my-aunt-recently-passed-away.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joanie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461860247883173523.post-1622966212101141822</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jan 2008 02:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-24T08:32:21.521-05:00</atom:updated><title>Old Times</title><description>What I really miss about the old days (meaning simply, about 10 years ago back when I used to "chat" online all the time) are my friends from around the world. It was so easy to find people to talk to that seemed (or at least acted) halfway normal. I really loved that my parents used to give me a "time limit" for how long I could be online.  This was not very effective considering they went to bed way earlier than I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now... well now I simply feel out of the loop.  That could possibly be because I feel too damn old to hang out online and talk or I am just not nearly as naive as I was then...  I mean I have a myspace page or whatever but I really just did that out of curiousity (which really did kill the cat).  But now I just read the news and plan imaginary trips around the world.  wow.  I really am boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461860247883173523-1622966212101141822?l=www.joanieofarc.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.joanieofarc.com/2008/01/old-times.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joanie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461860247883173523.post-7976633234435991900</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jan 2008 03:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-17T22:46:17.413-05:00</atom:updated><title>Español</title><description>El profesor de mi clase de español me dijo que necesito escribir más en español para mejorar. El problema es que no tengo el vocabulario necesario para escribir algo interesante. Puedo entender más que puedo hablar y escribir. Entonces, estoy escribiendo mucho pero al mismo tiempo escribo nada. &lt;br /&gt;Qué bueno, ¿no?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que en el futuro podrá describir algo más cómico (gracioso) y divertido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461860247883173523-7976633234435991900?l=www.joanieofarc.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.joanieofarc.com/2008/01/espaol.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joanie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461860247883173523.post-4597174092147480891</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jan 2008 01:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-16T16:16:36.743-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>about me</category><title>All about me...</title><description>I know... you're all dying to know more about me. I received this in an e-mail and through I'd share my answers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Were you named after anyone? -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my middle name after my grandma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When was the last time you cried? -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; a few days ago &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you like your handwriting? -- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;depends on the day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite lunch meat? -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brown sugar ham&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you have kids? -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God no. unless you count my doggie. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you were another person, would you be friends with you?--&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not if I could avoid it. :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7. Do you use sarcasm a lot? -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; me?! no never! well... maybe a little&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you still have your tonsils? -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they are still there somewhere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9. Would you bungee jump? -- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not a chance in hell &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10. What is your favorite cereal? -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;apple jacks or golden grahams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nope &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;12. Do you think you're strong? -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of course. i've survived a lot, so i must be strong &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;13. What is your favorite ice cream? -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;peanut butter cup with peanut butter swirls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is the first think you notice about people? -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;depends on the situation &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Red or pink? -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;16. What is your least favorite thing about yourself? -- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm a wonderful person, what is there not to like? although sometimes i'm a little too modest. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;17. Who do you miss the most? -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A friend from long ago &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;18. Do you want anyone to send this back to you? -- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;umm... that would require me to actually forward this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;19. What color pants and shoes are you wearing? -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;grey and none&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What was the last thing you ate? -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;does a piece of ice count?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;21. What are you listening to right now? -- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;silence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;22. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;plain old fashioned blue &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Favorite smell? -- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;apple pie baking in the oven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?--&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my husband&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;25. Do you like the person who sent this to you? -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of course, i love my aunt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;26. Favorite sports to watch? -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;football &amp; soccer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;27. Hair color? -- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;naturally? a brownish blond. however, right now it's brown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Eye color? -- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;very blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you wear contacts? -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 Favorite food? -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pizza, damn near any kind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;31. Scary movies or happy endings? -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy endings. i hate scary movies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;32. Last movie you watched? -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accepted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;33. What color shirt are you wearing? -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;white&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Summer or winter? -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;winter, definitely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;35. Hugs or kisses? -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;depends on who's giving them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Favorite dessert? -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't really do the dessert thing (long story)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Most likely to respond? -- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;again, that would require me to forward this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;38. Least likely to respond? -- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;getting a little repetitive &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What book are you reading now? -- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm not reading a book, obviously. i'm playing on the computer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What is on your mouse pad? -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dell, but i do have a star wars wrist pad for the keyboard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What did you watch on TV last night? -- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;def comedy jam (at least that's what i think it's called)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Favorite sound? -- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;silence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Rolling Stones or the Beatles? -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beatles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;44. What is the farthest you have been away from home? -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mexico city, mexico &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you have a special talent? -- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not one i'm willing to share on this blog.. that's between me and my husband. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Where were you born? -- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mars?  oh wait.. no it was indiana.  same thing.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461860247883173523-4597174092147480891?l=www.joanieofarc.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.joanieofarc.com/2008/01/all-about-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joanie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461860247883173523.post-5969094190317962442</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Jan 2008 22:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-16T16:16:23.954-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>sports</category><title>And the season is over...</title><description>I am most definitely disappointed about the Colts loss, although not all that surprised.  We had a great season but still... it just wasn't there.  There's always next year.  Now, of course, my only hope is that the Patriots lose. :) I'd definitely hate to see them win the Super Bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would add my opinions of the game but I'm too upset to even think about the details of the game.  The game was seriously ridiculous.  Just fan-fucking-tastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461860247883173523-5969094190317962442?l=www.joanieofarc.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.joanieofarc.com/2008/01/and-season-is-over.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joanie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461860247883173523.post-4063110590812061869</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2008 18:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-16T16:15:52.395-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>education</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>random</category><title>College</title><description>I have officially started classes again at IUPUI.  Yay.  I can barely contain my excitement.  I'm taking this Spanish Composition course. Really, what could be more fun that writing in Spanish?  I am horrible at writing stories and such in English let alone in Spanish.  This at least is the last class on the road toward a Spanish minor.  So as long as I pass this class, I will have my minor.  One would think that with all those Spanish classes, I would at least be able to passably get by speaking the language. But alas, that ability escapes me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461860247883173523-4063110590812061869?l=www.joanieofarc.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.joanieofarc.com/2008/01/college.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joanie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461860247883173523.post-7928275563632466149</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2008 17:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-16T16:15:15.059-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>sports</category><title>Colts!</title><description>So most likely the final game to be played at the RCA Dome will be tomorrow... I cannot wait!  I am desperately praying that the Colts win.  (As I am sure damn near everyone in Indy is doing.) The Colts vs the Chargers.  The last game we played against the Chargers was simply miserable or as I like to say, &lt;a href="http://www.joanieofarc.com/2007/11/freaking-ridiculous.html"&gt;freaking ridiculous&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of our new stadium though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/joanieofarc/2156156132/" title="Lucas Oil Stadium by joanieofarc, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2207/2156156132_6b8c26d5bd.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Lucas Oil Stadium" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461860247883173523-7928275563632466149?l=www.joanieofarc.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.joanieofarc.com/2008/01/cotls.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joanie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461860247883173523.post-9025901125853827471</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 03:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-12T12:57:13.282-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>random</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Christmas</category><title>My Favorite Event at Christmas Time</title><description>The coolest thing I get to do every year is help with the Christmas "shopping spree" at my mom's work.  My mom works for a nonprofit organization in Indianapolis and every year they have a huge Christmas give away.  Families from the surrounding area sign up ahead of time and get an appointment to "shop" for their families.  This is an amazing thing.  The amount of donations every year is astounding.  Even though they could not afford to buy presents they are able to give their children an amazing Christmas.  The items are sorted into four different groups.  A: which are more expensive presents (large toys, cd players, etc); B: which are generally smaller, cheaper toys/gifts;  C: which are clothing items ranging from an outfit (shirt and pants) to winter coats to shoes; D: which are simply household items (blankets, sheets, etc).  The parents are able to choose one A, two B, two C for each child.  Each family gets one D item.  Freebies include hats and gloves for each person and wrapping paper (and many other things).  This more than anything really helps me to get into the Christmas spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/joanieofarc/2187290689/" title="Shopping Spree by joanieofarc, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2121/2187290689_cc240c0622.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Shopping Spree" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461860247883173523-9025901125853827471?l=www.joanieofarc.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.joanieofarc.com/2007/12/my-favorite-event-at-christmas-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joanie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461860247883173523.post-1549564536010324740</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 03:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-16T16:16:10.272-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>random</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>photos</category><title>Flickr</title><description>I recently purchased a new camera, the first digital camera that I've ever owned.  And yes, I do know that I'm a little behind the times. So now I've been playing on &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com"&gt;Flickr.com&lt;/a&gt; and uploaded tons of pictures.  The problem with me and photography is that I am really not a very creative person.  I just do not have that ability to find a great picture in seemingly nothing.  I try though.  But usually they just look like blurry version of the real thing. But I'm having an absolute blast playing on it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/joanieofarc/2113896696/" title="New Snowfall by joanieofarc, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2353/2113896696_1ba03ba805_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="New Snowfall" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best I could come up with in reference to the "artistic" pictures.  I know, it's sad.  But I tried. :)Here's my favorite so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/joanieofarc/2112126820/" title="Sidewalk in Downtown Indy by joanieofarc, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2041/2112126820_2bcf434c7b.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Sidewalk in Downtown Indy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my photos are available at: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/joanieofarc/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/joanieofarc/&lt;/a&gt; or you can just click on one of the pictures. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461860247883173523-1549564536010324740?l=www.joanieofarc.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.joanieofarc.com/2007/12/flickr.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joanie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461860247883173523.post-4112766141304937514</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2007 02:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-07T21:50:18.578-05:00</atom:updated><title>Egos bigger than dicks.....</title><description>So I have to work with this guy who is 71 years old and bitter.  He is still working 6 days a week....and its probably hard to find 5 people in this world that still actually "like" the guy.  After making me feel stupid and like a complete ass, I was enlightened today that "Dr. -------- is a perfect example of what happens to a person when their ego gets bigger than their dick!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461860247883173523-4112766141304937514?l=www.joanieofarc.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.joanieofarc.com/2007/12/egos-bigger-than-dicks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (evie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461860247883173523.post-4627109609347837356</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Dec 2007 14:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-14T08:15:59.688-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>weather</category><title>the first snow fall of winter...</title><description>"the first snow fall of winter" sounds nice and all... but the traffic is horrible!  We get snow every year.  People have to drive in it every year.  WHY DO THEY STILL TRY TO SPEED??  Four wheel drive vehicles really don't help on solid ice.  It never fails.  When it's raining or snowing, it seems that everyone forgets how to drive.  It's like "Oh my god! what is this?  it's wet and falling from the sky! I should drive fast to get through it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461860247883173523-4627109609347837356?l=www.joanieofarc.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.joanieofarc.com/2007/12/first-snow-fall-of-winter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joanie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461860247883173523.post-4897517398485141340</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2007 02:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-03T21:36:35.916-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>relationships</category><title>have you ever....?</title><description>Have you ever made contact with an old friend and wished that things had never changed?  Dreamed of the time where that friendship was strong?  I have a bad habit of looking back at the past and simply wishing for things to be different.  I wish I hadn't said the things that caused the loss of a friendship.  There are so many things that I wish I could take back.  Regret leads nowhere, I know.  But I still can't help but wonder... what if?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461860247883173523-4897517398485141340?l=www.joanieofarc.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.joanieofarc.com/2007/12/have-you-ever.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joanie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461860247883173523.post-8897556193363579478</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Nov 2007 14:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-03T21:37:00.219-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>random</category><title>i think i'm going to die....</title><description>so maybe I'm being a bit dramatic, but I seriously feel like I'm dying.  I am so freaking sick right now.  My head hurts.  I can't stop coughing. I'm losing my voice. And everything else that comes with a serious cold.  Not to mention the fact that I had dental surgery on Monday so I can't use my two from teeth to eat anything and they hurt very very badly.  Seriously, who knew a root canal could "go bad?"  The dentist gave me some nice pain medication though. So I've taken so much medicine that although I may be coughing, I can't seem to care. :) I feel very very relaxed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461860247883173523-8897556193363579478?l=www.joanieofarc.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.joanieofarc.com/2007/11/i-think-im-going-to-die.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joanie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461860247883173523.post-5881605915279038220</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Nov 2007 18:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-03T21:37:16.521-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>sports</category><title>Finally!</title><description>Okay, so the Colts have now won two games in a row.  It's still difficult to say whether or not they'll be able to go all the way to the Super Bowl again.  We'll see.  At least I feel better having won again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461860247883173523-5881605915279038220?l=www.joanieofarc.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.joanieofarc.com/2007/11/finally.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joanie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461860247883173523.post-1376729527068533711</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Nov 2007 04:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-19T22:32:50.814-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>sports</category><title>Freaking Ridiculous</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7IEEWnkCCfo/RzfdhwXY_VI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cMUxdihq0TQ/s1600-h/colts_chargers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7IEEWnkCCfo/RzfdhwXY_VI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cMUxdihq0TQ/s320/colts_chargers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131813872400399698"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Photo by Getty Images&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the title about sums it all up.  Okay, I understand losing to the Patriots.  The Colts made some mistakes and the Patriots are a good team (although I'm loath to admit it).  But tonights game against the Chargers was simply bullshit.  Granted numerous important players are out due to injuries (six starting offensive players including Harrison) but seriously... how in the hell do you miss a 29 yard field goal?  Maybe it's time to find a new kicker. It feels like Vinatieri has missed more fields than he's made in the last two games.  Manning brings us all the way back from being down 23-0 to 23-21.  And then Adam Vinatieri misses a 29 yard field goal. I could make a 29 yard field goal.  And six interceptions?  SIX interceptions? I feel ill just thinking about it.  Hopefully Harrison will be back next week.  We desperately need him, a new kicker, apparently better special teams and a better secondary. So now we are 7-2.  Fan-fucking-tastic.  I still support the Colts, don't get me wrong, but what the hell was that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461860247883173523-1376729527068533711?l=www.joanieofarc.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.joanieofarc.com/2007/11/freaking-ridiculous.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7IEEWnkCCfo/RzfdhwXY_VI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cMUxdihq0TQ/s72-c/colts_chargers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>