<?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-3935345</id><updated>2011-08-08T02:28:08.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could think of a really witty title, I would be writing for Rolling Stone already</title><subtitle type='html'>Nothing coherent, or important just my meandering opinions.  This is also a place for my thoughts when my head gets too full.  Which is, sadly, quite often.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935345.post-117651502223996904</id><published>2007-04-13T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T20:43:42.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>People have to talk about something just to keep their voice boxes in working order so they'll have good voice boxes in case there's ever anything really meaningful to say.-Kurt VonnegutI thought this quote applicable for several reasons. R.I.P Kurt Vonnegut.  Dear Sir, you were one of two authors who could get away with saying absolutely anything.On to this Don Imus thing.  What. the. hell. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/117651502223996904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=117651502223996904&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/117651502223996904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/117651502223996904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2007/04/people-have-to-talk-about-something.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-116641264718300598</id><published>2006-12-17T21:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T21:53:39.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I wrote the gospel on giving up. You look pretty sinking. But the real bombshells have already sunk prima-donnas of the gutter"-Fall Out Boy, This Ain't a Scene, it's an Arms RaceOh man.I am such a cliche and I don't even care. Fall Out Boy's new album comes out in Feb. and I am so excited. So excited, in fact, that I am blogging about it and using their lyrics.No, I'm not a cliche, I'm a loser.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/116641264718300598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=116641264718300598&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/116641264718300598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/116641264718300598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-wrote-gospel-on-giving-up.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935345.post-116538566601276547</id><published>2006-12-06T00:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T00:14:26.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening.  People writing songs that voices never share.  And no one dared disturb the sound of silence."-Simon and Garfunkel, Sound of SilenceSo, I've been threatened and cajoled to post again.Great.This isn't going to turn out well.I should be doing something constructive.  I am, however, not accomplishing that.  I am really quite proud </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/116538566601276547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=116538566601276547&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/116538566601276547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/116538566601276547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/12/people-talking-without-speaking-people.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935345.post-116295232799955817</id><published>2006-11-07T20:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T20:18:48.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I don't even know what I liked about you, brought you around and you just brought me down."-Plain White T's  Hate (I Really Don't Like You)That wasn't supposed to come out that emo.Whatever.  Take it at face.  The song is great, if not a little sad bastardly.Election night.  I wonder how it's going to turn out.  I also wonder what all the pseudo-intellectuals are going to do afterward.  It's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/116295232799955817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=116295232799955817&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/116295232799955817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/116295232799955817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dont-even-know-what-i-liked-about.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935345.post-116144786322102747</id><published>2006-10-21T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T11:24:23.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"So await for the stone on your window, your window.  Await by the car and we'll go, we'll go."-Decemberists, O ValenciaJust for notice, I am not posting that memories note on facebook because I tend to do stupid things sometimes and people tend to remember these lapses in judgment, rather than times when I was awesome.  So they would probably post the stupid rather than the awesome and I just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/116144786322102747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=116144786322102747&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/116144786322102747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/116144786322102747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-await-for-stone-on-your-window-your.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-116008520770340428</id><published>2006-10-05T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T16:53:27.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You remind me of home, the paint cracks when the water leaks from the rusty pipes that are just beneath my feet."-Ben Gibbard, You Remind Me of HomeI have been cleaning all day, so I am going to do something fun!  (or something that doesn't require me to be soapy and scrubbing something) I am making a list.  Woo!A list off the top of my head of songs that are a story.  Songs that have a general </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/116008520770340428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=116008520770340428&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/116008520770340428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/116008520770340428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-remind-me-of-home-paint-cracks.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935345.post-115956433317691578</id><published>2006-09-29T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T16:12:13.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane, the man the authorities came to blame. For somethin' that he never done.  Put in a prison cell but one time he coulda been the champion of the world."-Bob Dylan,  HurricaneEh, you have days like that.Only his was probably worse than yours.Just saying.Anyway, I recently aquired mallowcreme pumpkins.  Someone take them away from me.  Please, they will be the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/115956433317691578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=115956433317691578&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/115956433317691578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/115956433317691578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/09/yes-heres-story-of-hurricane-man.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935345.post-115904511343442581</id><published>2006-09-23T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T18:36:01.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"It's not a silly little moment, it's not the calm before the storm.  This is the deep and dyin' breath of this love that we've been workin' on...My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room."-John Mayer, Slow Dancing in a Burning RoomI cannot get enough of that song.  Or the album.  Or John Mayer, really, but that is beside the point.  Go out and get the CD right this second.  I'm serious.This </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/115904511343442581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=115904511343442581&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/115904511343442581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/115904511343442581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-not-silly-little-moment-its-not.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935345.post-115795434843662943</id><published>2006-09-11T00:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T01:00:36.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You're a shining star, you'd do great in LA and I keep fixing every habit I break."-Nightmare of You, I Want to be Buried in Your Backyard.So I recently procured this album and I have decided that it is...okay.  Something I like to listen to, but probably not own up to if someone asked me if I listened to it."WHAT?! How did THAT get on my iTunes?!  Crazy computer..."So I am feeling better about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/115795434843662943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=115795434843662943&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/115795434843662943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/115795434843662943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/09/youre-shining-star-youd-do-great-in-la.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935345.post-115714145296342405</id><published>2006-09-01T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T15:10:53.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The glove compartment isn't acurately named and everybody knows it.  So I'm proposing a swift orderly change."-Death Cab for Cutie, Title and RegistrationSo I'm not an indie kid, but I would like to think that I'm not a poser.  Although, can you really use the term "poser" in reference to anything indie?  Anyway, I like Death Cab, and you should too, but not because every cargo-shorts wearing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/115714145296342405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=115714145296342405&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/115714145296342405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/115714145296342405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/09/glove-compartment-isnt-acurately-named.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935345.post-115645886719304776</id><published>2006-08-24T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T17:34:27.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Oh, I'm ready for it, c'mon bring it.  So kiss me good bye--honey, I'm gonna make it out alive."-Cobra Starship, Snakes on a Plane (Bring  it)How about spiders in a dorm room?  I've found three now.  Gives me the heebie jeebies.Don't judge me.  It makes me dance on the hike from my room to class. Overall, smooth start.  Actually, that's a lie, it's been a very rocky start, but I think everything</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/115645886719304776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=115645886719304776&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/115645886719304776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/115645886719304776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-im-ready-for-it-cmon-bring-it.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935345.post-115559165787022983</id><published>2006-08-14T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T16:40:57.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And now for something completely different...For the random lover in all of us:  I got an e-mail about the Hanes T-shirt promotion from the Underwear Department.  Seriously.  Now, I've gotten some strange junk e-mails, but this goes straight to the top of my list. I want to work for the Underwear Department. That is all.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/115559165787022983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=115559165787022983&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/115559165787022983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/115559165787022983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-now-for-something-completely.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-115499766684841737</id><published>2006-08-07T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T19:41:06.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life.Updates "If only I don't bend and break.  I'll meet you on the other side, I'll meet you in the light.  If only I don't suffocate, I'll meet you in the morning when you wake." -Keane, Bend and Break  I stole that.  Just letting you all know.  I worked my tail off this weekend.  Newspaper, newspaper, newspaper oh, and more newspaper.  It was good, though, I think we're going to do some great </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/115499766684841737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=115499766684841737&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/115499766684841737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/115499766684841737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/08/life.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935345.post-115362134410363951</id><published>2006-07-22T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T21:22:24.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"It sure as hell ain't normal. But we deal, we deal."-Panic! at the Disco, CamisadoThat song has some amazing lyrics that seem really personal.  Of course, I don't know the kid that wrote them (I mean, I saw him this weekend, but I don't know him) the situation sounds vaguely familiar. Speaking of my seeing Panic! at the Disco this weekend--I SAW PANIC! AT THE DISCO THIS WEEKEND.  Woo!  I may </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/115362134410363951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=115362134410363951&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/115362134410363951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/115362134410363951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-sure-as-hell-aint-normal.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935345.post-115336283212593293</id><published>2006-07-19T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T21:33:52.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Be kind to me or treat me mean, I'll make the most of it, I'm an extraordinary machine."-Fiona Apple, Extraordinary MachineThere is something hilariously amusing about an advertisement that is talking about consolidating your student loans and has a picture of a smiling guy with the caption, "Ben did it and look how happy he is!"  How awesome for you, Ben.  I hope I see that guy on a billboard </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/115336283212593293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=115336283212593293&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/115336283212593293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/115336283212593293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/07/be-kind-to-me-or-treat-me-mean-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-115250198379930664</id><published>2006-07-09T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T22:26:23.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Milli Vanilli told you to blame it on the rain, but if you blame it on the rain, tell me, what can be gained?  So if all else fails, you can blame it on me"-Barenaked Ladies, Blame it on MeGood weekend.  Didn't accomplish much, except go see Pirates of the Carribean.  That was amazing...even if THERE WASN'T AN ENDING.  I mean, honestly.  Thanks, thanks for that.  Johnny Depp is quite funny again</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/115250198379930664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=115250198379930664&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/115250198379930664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/115250198379930664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/07/milli-vanilli-told-you-to-blame-it-on.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935345.post-115187971554924625</id><published>2006-07-02T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T17:35:15.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Got an illusion, guess it's okay there's something wrong here."-End of Fashion, The GameSo, I was watching Sunday Morning this morning and they were talking about the persuit of happiness.  They said a couple of things that were very interesting:Older people are happier than younger people.For a split second, I wondered how this could be true--fake hips, Social Security steadily decreasing and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/115187971554924625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=115187971554924625&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/115187971554924625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/115187971554924625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/07/got-illusion-guess-its-okay-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935345.post-115146701865309660</id><published>2006-06-27T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T22:56:58.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"...hang on, there's a twilight, a nighttime and a dawn."-Guster, Hang OnOh, anonymous, you are hilarious.  That was good. I just finished the Freakonomics book.  Good book, I think.  I have not decided yet.  I'll let you know when I do. Until then, think of something incredibly inspirational, when you do, tell me.  Then, enjoy the sunshine, car windows down, and some good tunes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/115146701865309660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=115146701865309660&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/115146701865309660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/115146701865309660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935345.post-115137484171199441</id><published>2006-06-26T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:20:41.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"But in your dreams, whatever they be, dream a little dream of me."--The Mamas and the Papas, Dream a Little DreamI was actually listening to the Michael Buble version.  I love Michael Buble, even if he is from Canada. In all honesty, I love Canada. Two words:  natural resources.Thanks to everyone who extended their sympathy about the Costa Rica thing.  Those kids are going to be missed, for sure</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/115137484171199441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=115137484171199441&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/115137484171199441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/115137484171199441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/06/but-in-your-dreams-whatever-they-be.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-115017488676706875</id><published>2006-06-12T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T00:01:26.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Heaven's not a place that you go when you die, it's that moment in life when you actually feel alive."-The Spill Canvas, The TideSeemed appropriate.  I promise this post won't get too depressing, but it is really sad to think that I lost one of my favorite teachers (we're talking top five) and three classmates that I was involved in a lot with.  It kind of puts a damper on your summer, to say </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/115017488676706875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=115017488676706875&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/115017488676706875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/115017488676706875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/06/heavens-not-place-that-you-go-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935345.post-114871340240359198</id><published>2006-05-27T01:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T02:03:22.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Mass romantic fool wears Foster Grants, his books on tape ring true, like everyone wants to say 'I love you' to someone on the radio."-The New Pornographers, Mass RomanticI hope that people don't have to turn their SafeSearch off to find my site because I posted that quote by the New Pornographers.Fun band, you kids should check them out, they don't make the kind of music you think they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/114871340240359198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=114871340240359198&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/114871340240359198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/114871340240359198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/05/mass-romantic-fool-wears-foster-grants.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935345.post-114799169095315288</id><published>2006-05-18T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T17:35:52.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I believe when I fall in love with you it will be forever"-Stevie Wonder I Believe (When I Fall In Love it Will be Forever)I am pretty sure the world is coming to an end. Either that or I'm getting old. Could be both. I was wandering around a music store yesterday and I saw not one, not two, but three collections of music that I never thought I would see. First, I saw the "master collection" of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/114799169095315288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=114799169095315288&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/114799169095315288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/114799169095315288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-believe-when-i-fall-in-love-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-114758216865084835</id><published>2006-05-13T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T23:52:51.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I'm young and I love to be young,I'm free and I love to be free"-Leslie Gore, You Don't Own MeSeemed appropriate for the onset of summer.In "jumping on the bandwagon" fashion, here is a "good bye college, hello summer" post.I saw a sign on the third floor of the LLC that said simply, "Good bye Third Floor" (that's the last set of quotation marks I use, I swear). That, and the book, Goodnight </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/114758216865084835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=114758216865084835&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/114758216865084835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/114758216865084835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-young-and-i-love-to-be-young-im.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-114668629647573987</id><published>2006-05-03T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T14:59:48.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Nobody wants you, when you're down and out"-Otis ReddingSo, I've noticed that pop-up and banner ads are getting more and more ridiculous.  Just today, I've been asked to punch out President Bush, assist President Bush in knitting an American flag to beat Saddam Hussein who was knitting an Iraq flag, swat a fly (to win an iPod), shoot a bunny, catch a wayward child, catch a criminal, and fight </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/114668629647573987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=114668629647573987&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/114668629647573987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/114668629647573987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/05/nobody-wants-you-when-youre-down-and.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-114584980226137673</id><published>2006-04-23T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T22:36:42.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mr. Gumby:  "My brain hurts"Dr. Gumby:  "It'll have to come out...all the...bits of it!"-Monty Python's Flying CircusNo wonder people think I'm British--I wear tweed and love Monty Python.Some thoughts:I love jelly beans, but we have a love/hate relationship.I hate it when I have a brilliant idea for a post and then forget it and talk about jelly beans like that was what I meant to do.I hate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/114584980226137673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=114584980226137673&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/114584980226137673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/114584980226137673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/04/mr.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-114504829902436619</id><published>2006-04-14T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T22:58:36.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I will not play tug o' war.  I'd rather play hug o' war.  Where everyone hugs instead of tugs, Where everyone giggles and rolls on the rug.  Where everyone kisses, and everyone grins, and everyone cuddles, and everyone wins."-Shel Silverstein, Hug O' WarYou'll understand the warm and fuzzy nature of this quote later in the post.Thank you to anonymous for that last comment, I wasn't sure if I was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/114504829902436619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=114504829902436619&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/114504829902436619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/114504829902436619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-will-not-play-tug-o-war.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935345.post-114496514038588514</id><published>2006-04-13T16:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T16:52:20.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable--or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?"-Rob Gordon, High FidelityI've been trying to figure that out for years.Alife no longer has mad cow, but apparently I do.  But that is beside the point.I will never understand the part of the brain that tells you who you are attracted to.  I am not blathering on about some personal happening, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/114496514038588514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=114496514038588514&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/114496514038588514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/114496514038588514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/04/did-i-listen-to-pop-music-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-114420272721742528</id><published>2006-04-04T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T21:05:27.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was into fireworks and skateboarding, then I got into making out.  Fireworks were cooler.-Pete WentzHa. My computer (named Alfie, yes, it has a name--don't judge me) has mad cow disease.  It won't burn disks.  We're looking into it. Hope your Tuesday was better than mine.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/114420272721742528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=114420272721742528&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/114420272721742528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/114420272721742528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-was-into-fireworks-and-skateboarding.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935345.post-114373784161491381</id><published>2006-03-30T10:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T10:57:21.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Update and follow-up to my last post:  who would do this?!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/114373784161491381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=114373784161491381&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/114373784161491381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/114373784161491381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/03/update-and-follow-up-to-my-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935345.post-114369149227351735</id><published>2006-03-29T21:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T15:54:43.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"'ERE!  We've got Alfred Lord Tennyson in the bath!"-Graham Chapman, Monty Python's Flying CircusThat is a wonderfully absurd quote.  Why? Because today, Internet, I am going to talk about absurd things while listening to Fall Out Boy--all of this when I should be writing a speech on the Cuban trade embargo.As seen on my bottle of water:  "enhanced with minerals for taste."..........what?Why do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/114369149227351735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=114369149227351735&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/114369149227351735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/114369149227351735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/03/ere-weve-got-alfred-lord-tennyson-in.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-114357345525930380</id><published>2006-03-28T12:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T13:17:35.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"My pen is the barrel of the gun.  Remind me which side you should be on."-The Pros and Cons of BreathingI had an incredibly enjoyable spring break.  Is spring break capitalized?  Ah well, I'm not an English major.  Anyway, work was enjoyable, the people there are completely insane AND they work with volatile chemicals.  The concert was enjoyable, particularly a certain someone yelling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/114357345525930380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=114357345525930380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/114357345525930380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/114357345525930380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-pen-is-barrel-of-gun.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-114223292743228646</id><published>2006-03-13T00:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T00:55:27.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Safety Tips:Don't run with scissorsAlways wear a safety beltDon't interrupt the space-time continuumDon't run with scissors-Doug Savage in Savage ChickensI watched Super Size Me on Saturday.  It was amazing, although, half way through it I had to take a break to go to the gym. I had a wonderful experience with chivalry today.  A guy actually held the door open for me.  It wasn't with sarcasm or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/114223292743228646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=114223292743228646&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/114223292743228646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/114223292743228646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/03/safety-tips-dont-run-with-scissors.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-114159895643905622</id><published>2006-03-05T16:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T16:49:16.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chicken #1:  You lack originality.Chicken #2:  Oh yeah?!  Well, you lack originality.So, yeah...I just got back from Los Angeles and I haven't managed to do anything since then.  I don't really know why, but I just spent an hour playing a pointless blog game I found on Fark.  I enjoyed my time there and learned a great deal, but the design information I got was sometimes conflicting.  This has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/114159895643905622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=114159895643905622&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/114159895643905622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/114159895643905622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/03/chicken-1-you-lack-originality.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-114083467960463675</id><published>2006-02-24T20:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T20:31:19.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Women have a much better time than men in this world.  There are far more things forbidden to them.-Ironically, Oscar WildeI have received several comments regarding my last post.  I have ignored them all.  Thank you :)  Just kidding, thank you for responding, I enjoyed it.  Today, I am going to make a list of things that annoy me.People who can't sing, but do anyway.When you can't figure out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/114083467960463675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=114083467960463675&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/114083467960463675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/114083467960463675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/02/women-have-much-better-time-than-men.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-113995537231203029</id><published>2006-02-14T15:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T16:16:12.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Conversation in the newsroom on Sunday:Editor:  Uh, ReAnne?  What are you going to do with this self-defense article that is on page 6?ReAnne:  Nothing, delete it, we'll run it next issueEditor:  Oh, okay, and we're going to have it be a "s" instead of a "c,"?ReAnne:  What?  Oh...yes...((hangs head and goes back to layout)) I wish I could spell. I am having a hard time taking sides on the Muslim </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/113995537231203029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=113995537231203029&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/113995537231203029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/113995537231203029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/02/conversation-in-newsroom-on-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935345.post-113971600345147875</id><published>2006-02-11T21:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T21:46:43.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mangement is not responsible for the dark text of the previous post.  Have a good day.Thank you,Management</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/113971600345147875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=113971600345147875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/113971600345147875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/113971600345147875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/02/mangement-is-not-responsible-for-dark.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-113971594703579527</id><published>2006-02-11T21:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T21:45:47.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tommy: Does this suit make me look fat?Richard: No, your face does.-Tommy BoyI've come to the conclusion that there will never be any agreement by anyone on what you should eat and what you shouldn't. How much you should exercise or not, what you should exercise or not, and what you BMI should or shouldn't be. There are roughly 900,000 different diet books, diet pills, and diet-hocking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/113971594703579527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=113971594703579527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/113971594703579527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/113971594703579527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/02/tommy-does-this-suit-make-me-look-fat_11.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-113868951428051948</id><published>2006-01-31T00:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T00:51:33.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"To love someone is to see the face of God"-Victor HugoJust so things don't get too serious:"My shoe is off.My foot is cold.I have a bird.I like to hold."-Dr. SeussDr. Seuss is still the best 20th century philosopher.  You will not argue with me, sir or ma'am, or undecided.Life is stressful, but, I believe that people do their best work under pressure.  Or their head explodes and you have bits of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/113868951428051948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=113868951428051948&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/113868951428051948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/113868951428051948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2006/01/to-love-someone-is-to-see-face-of-god.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-113462669914613110</id><published>2005-12-14T23:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T00:04:59.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Clothes make the man.  Naked people have little or no influence on society.-Mark TwainAn oldie, but a goodie--honestly, what naked person has made an impact on society.  Except, of course, streakers.  They started a revolution.  Viva la nakidity.  Woo!I am so done with finals.  Awwww yeah.....  Things I have learned this semester:1.  Facebook is the shit, never leave it unattended, though.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/113462669914613110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=113462669914613110&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/113462669914613110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/113462669914613110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2005/12/clothes-make-man.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935345.post-113134007394371850</id><published>2005-11-06T22:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T23:07:53.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I was thinking to myself this could be Heaven or this could be Hell"-The Eagles' Hotel CaliforniaSo I have no reason to post other than to give recognition to Matthew Hickman and his satirical genius. He is conservative, but doesn't agree with the current administration, so I don't know what he is supposed to be. ANYWAY, on with the show:I was trying to think of some children's books for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/113134007394371850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=113134007394371850&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/113134007394371850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/113134007394371850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-was-thinking-to-myself-this-could-be.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935345.post-113077770193662807</id><published>2005-10-31T10:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T10:55:01.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm 64?"-The Beatles' "When I'm 64"I have discovered several things about college, most of which I will not enumerate here.  However, I do want to discuss that the college experience spans the entire spectrum of emotions.  Classes are stressful, but I expected that, I should probably put a little more effort into them, but I have reached a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/113077770193662807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=113077770193662807&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/113077770193662807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/113077770193662807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2005/10/will-you-still-need-me-will-you-still.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935345.post-113027858212757360</id><published>2005-10-25T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T17:20:49.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"God gave us our memories so that we might have roses inDecember. "-J.M. BarrieI am feeling slightly nostalgic today for some reason. Thus the quote. I am going to ramble about a few things before I actually do something constructive.*R.I.P. Rosa Parks (1913-2005). Not only did she essentially shove civil rights into the public's face, but she did it sitting down. I must say that I admire her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/113027858212757360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=113027858212757360&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/113027858212757360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/113027858212757360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2005/10/god-gave-us-our-memories-so-that-we.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935345.post-112974300905489291</id><published>2005-10-19T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T12:30:09.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"It's pronounced 'Throat Warbler Mangrove'""You're a silly man and I am not going to interview you."-Monty Python's Flying CircusHahaha, I love that show.  You really should watch it, that is, if you like dry, British, and often ridiculous humor. First off, thanks for the comments, guys, they make me feel all warm and fuzzy.  Mostly because now I know there are actually people reading this! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/112974300905489291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=112974300905489291&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/112974300905489291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/112974300905489291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-pronounced-throat-warbler-mangrove.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935345.post-112956766966700288</id><published>2005-10-17T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T19:22:43.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You can't find nothing at all,If there was nothing there all along."-Death Cab for Cutie Crooked TeethTheir new album is really pretty good.So I studied really late last night for a test that was really, really easy. That is so much fun, and not frustrating at all. Right.I had the whole Homecoming experience Saturday, it was actually fun. The game was incredibly bad, but I got to take some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/112956766966700288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=112956766966700288&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/112956766966700288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/112956766966700288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-cant-find-nothing-at-all-if-there.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935345.post-112917669258597477</id><published>2005-10-12T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T12:54:43.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The Nazis with their iron teeth and marble eyes"-Judy JordanI hate poetry.  Call me boring or classless, but I just don't care much for poetry.  I would rather read a piece of great short fiction than a short, choppy poem.  Fiction flows better and you can create some amazing images without the break in the reader's/speaker's thoughts.  However, I heard Judy Jordan read some of her work tonight </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/112917669258597477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=112917669258597477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/112917669258597477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/112917669258597477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2005/10/nazis-with-their-iron-teeth-and-marble.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-112891334198200261</id><published>2005-10-09T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T22:02:21.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Thanks that was fun.  Don't forget, no regrets."-Barenaked Ladies' Thanks that Was FunThat is such a great song.  The BNL have the best lyrics. I went home this weekend, to judge.  Wow, that was a surreal experience being on the other side of the ballot.  I was a little dissapointed.  The topic is okay, but too broad and lends itself to some really bad generic arguments.  I didn't hear many DA's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/112891334198200261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=112891334198200261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/112891334198200261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/112891334198200261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2005/10/thanks-that-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-112857555200503675</id><published>2005-10-05T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T00:13:51.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"But of all these friends and lovers; there is no one compared with you."-The Beatles: In My LifeI do believe there is a Beatles song for every occasion in life. Not that the quote above is topical for anything going on right now. I just like the song.Is it wrong that I get really excited by a good discussion? I hope not. I would like to think that I like to hear others' opinions and their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/112857555200503675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=112857555200503675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/112857555200503675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/112857555200503675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2005/10/but-of-all-these-friends-and-lovers.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-112848663430299130</id><published>2005-10-04T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T23:30:34.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAHA, they let me back in...Awesome, mad props to whoever is running this shin-dig.  So this is college:Student Publications:  some of the most interesting people I have ever met, but apparently my own breed of slang eludes them.  i.e. "My professor is a wet mop" or "I look like a cootie"  Honestly, who doesn't understand that...just kidding.  I know, sometimes I should just include an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/112848663430299130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=112848663430299130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/112848663430299130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/112848663430299130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2005/10/haha-they-let-me-back-in.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-109660295801072772</id><published>2004-09-30T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T22:55:58.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Looks like the Screw-Up Fairy has visited us again"Hi all,Man, the design of the blogger website has changed a lot.  Crap, now I have to get used to something new.  Psh, change sucks.  Just kidding. Anyway.I would love to go into journalism, with the people skills that I would like to think that I have, and the writing skills that I would like to think that I have, it seem to be a good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/109660295801072772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=109660295801072772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/109660295801072772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/109660295801072772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2004/09/looks-like-screw-up-fairy-has-visited.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-108208182204462176</id><published>2004-04-15T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T21:20:57.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wanna go to the beach?So being a citizen who is concerned with the environment is unwarrented, eh?Love,The tree-hugging liberal</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/108208182204462176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=108208182204462176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/108208182204462176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/108208182204462176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2004/04/wanna-go-to-beach-so-being-citizen-who.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-107751007139920813</id><published>2004-02-22T22:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T22:23:53.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You may say that I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one"-John Lennon "Imagine"John Lennon sang about peace, love, and harmony.  He never drove in Parsons, Kansas.  You know, I can't really say that I am the best driver, I occasionally forget my turn signal.  Sometimes I have a REALLY bad case of road rage and yell obsene things at other drivers but the windows aren't ususally down.  I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/107751007139920813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=107751007139920813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/107751007139920813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/107751007139920813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2004/02/you-may-say-that-im-dreamer-but-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-107689823933435340</id><published>2004-02-15T20:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T20:26:32.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know, I know I already posted today, but I forgot to tell you about this: The story we tell ourselves of where our meat products come from.  Find out for real....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/107689823933435340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=107689823933435340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/107689823933435340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/107689823933435340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-know-i-know-i-already-posted-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-107688493890470923</id><published>2004-02-15T16:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T16:49:48.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Motto: Life is too important to be taken seriouslyHi!  It sucks that I am one year shy of the polls this election.  Oh well, that means I can complain about whoever I want because I didn't vote for any of them!  At least half the country can vote, but they don't.  I won't go into that, see Christopher Mowder for the 2003 Oration option.  I really liked this though:  Ice cream man gets </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/107688493890470923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=107688493890470923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/107688493890470923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/107688493890470923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2004/02/new-motto-life-is-too-important-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-107593345066770191</id><published>2004-02-04T16:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T16:26:28.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, I am surprised they haven't evicted me from the website, I am still here in any case.  ((waves))</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/107593345066770191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=107593345066770191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/107593345066770191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/107593345066770191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2004/02/wow-i-am-surprised-they-havent-evicted.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-107015831180324207</id><published>2003-11-29T19:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T20:12:42.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dr. Seuss thought children were tired of reading about the misadventures of Dick, Jane and Spot.  So, he used 225 basic words to create a story that could be used in school rooms to help children learn to read.  The Cat in the Hat was at first rejected in classrooms, however it became a staple that continues to be read to and by young and old today.  Dr. Seuss created characters that were rather </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/107015831180324207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=107015831180324207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/107015831180324207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/107015831180324207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2003/11/dr.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-106531784454286748</id><published>2003-10-04T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T20:37:24.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More Stupid Questions-Who would you most like to have a dream about tonight?  What would you dream?If all your underwear were dirty, would you go withough, or wear a dirty pair?  (Key factors:  chafing, odor, likelihood of disrobing)What is the correct order in which to wash your body when you are taking a shower?Why do men have nipples?Do you think cows are mad that we take their milk?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/106531784454286748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=106531784454286748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/106531784454286748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/106531784454286748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2003/10/more-stupid-questions-who-would-you.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-106523197176951239</id><published>2003-10-03T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T20:46:11.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi guysStupid Questions:When you're in the shower and you see a little hair on the tile wall, do you fill your hands with water and try to splash it off, or try to pluck it off with your fingers?  Why are we so predictable?Why is it called a navel?  Do you think people with "innies" are more introverted than people with "outies"?  Does the shape of your navel have anything to do with your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/106523197176951239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=106523197176951239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/106523197176951239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/106523197176951239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2003/10/hi-guys-stupid-questions-when-youre-in.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-106495416445548344</id><published>2003-09-30T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T15:36:04.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love things!Hi all-I am very happy. The weather is cozy, I made 105% on my algebra quiz and I have people who love me. I also have pop tarts which, doens't make me AS happy but they don't make me unhappy. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/106495416445548344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=106495416445548344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/106495416445548344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/106495416445548344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2003/09/i-love-things-hi-all-i-am-very-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-106306389271102882</id><published>2003-09-08T18:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T18:31:32.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>87 BILLION DOLLARS!?!?!?((sputters unable to speak))</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/106306389271102882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=106306389271102882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/106306389271102882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/106306389271102882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2003/09/87-billion-dollars-sputters-unable-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-106124301253521530</id><published>2003-08-18T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T16:43:32.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I am not a crook, I am not a crook"-The Lobster that Robin Williams cooks as Mrs. DoubtfireHi all!Damn, this is my last day of summer and I am currently working, obviously very hard.  School starts tomorrow with the homework and the football games and the filing.  Oh well, I don't mind it, although I do believe my brain has turned to mashed potatoes, the lumpy kind.  You know, the stuff </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/106124301253521530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=106124301253521530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/106124301253521530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/106124301253521530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-am-not-crook-i-am-not-crook-lobster.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-105863494225273544</id><published>2003-07-19T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T12:15:42.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I must've been really kinda drunk one night because there is a post that I don't remember posting.  About Pirates of the Carribean.  I loved it, I want to be a pirate.  Apparently who ever posted on here didn't like it nearly as much as I did, but that's okay, they prefer movies such as Caddyshack, Wayne's World, and Revenge of the Nerds.  Think about that.  Think about this person's particular </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/105863494225273544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=105863494225273544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/105863494225273544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/105863494225273544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2003/07/i-mustve-been-really-kinda-drunk-one.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-105863430819743429</id><published>2003-07-19T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T12:05:08.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wtf??Here, I am working, and I decide, enough of this work crap, I am going to update my blog.  Sounds reasonable enough?  I thought so.  So I log on and they have changed the settings again.  Dammit, why?  Does it really matter that much?  ((sigh))  Oh I do so hate the Parsons Sun.  I was reading this morning's paper.  It is one of the worst I have seen in a long time.  There are tree worms </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/105863430819743429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=105863430819743429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/105863430819743429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/105863430819743429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2003/07/wtf-here-i-am-working-and-i-decide.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-105806588662127325</id><published>2003-07-12T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T22:12:17.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pirates of the Carribbean:  The Curse of The Stupid MovieI saw the new DISNEY movie this weekend (didn't know it was Disney, did ya?) and let me just say this:  while it certainly wasn't bad, it wasn't "good" by any stretch of the word.  Johnny Depp's ability to appear intoxicated throughout the whole movie (Johnny Depp mind you, not the character he plays, Jack Sparrow) was probably the high </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/105806588662127325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=105806588662127325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/105806588662127325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/105806588662127325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2003/07/pirates-of-carribbean-curse-of-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-105778780800334574</id><published>2003-07-09T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T16:56:47.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WARNING: Consumption of Alchohol may leave you wondering what the hell happened to your pants.Hi all-Yes, I made it home alive from nerd camp, there were many nerdy hugs, as well as many nerdy exchangings of e-mail addresses, cell phone numbers, and in some strange and unusual cases, snail mail addresses.  Times they are a changin'  Oh geeze, I just went and picked up policy boxes for this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/105778780800334574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=105778780800334574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/105778780800334574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/105778780800334574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2003/07/warning-consumption-of-alchohol-may.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-105721327740662618</id><published>2003-07-03T01:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T01:21:17.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Top 9 things I learned at nerd camp:9. Don't worry about your shower leak, it's watering the mildew8. Cafeteria meats are reuseable7. WSU is an extremely safe campus, but call for a police escort after dark6. Swing dancing isn't just for old people, its for old people AND Evan5. There's a reason you have plastic mattresses4. If you know how to read, you shouldn't be bored3. Squirrel</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/105721327740662618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=105721327740662618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/105721327740662618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/105721327740662618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2003/07/top-9-things-i-learned-at-nerd-camp-9.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-105678156625791295</id><published>2003-06-28T01:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T01:26:06.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Your homework assignment is to go out and fall in love.  We are counting on it for the future generations.   Eternity can only be measured in the cycle of new, young love.  So please, for the sake of our future, fall in love." -Lecture on Opera and Eternity June 27, 2003Hi all!Oh man, I am still at nerd camp but I finished the latest installment of Harry Potter.  I loved it, great, although,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/105678156625791295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=105678156625791295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/105678156625791295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/105678156625791295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2003/06/your-homework-assignment-is-to-go-out.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-95526675</id><published>2003-06-10T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T18:40:42.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We deem him the worst enemy that tells us the truth-PlatoHi kids!I am at Wichita State University for Nerd Camp, yay.  Its pretty fun so far, classes are interesting, need to find more stuff to do.  Heavens, I am looking forward to a Wal-Mart trip.  oi.  Keep you posted or something.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/95526675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=95526675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/95526675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/95526675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2003/06/we-deem-him-worst-enemy-that-tells-us.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-95294433</id><published>2003-06-04T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T13:27:38.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oxymoron # 42Political EthicsOxymoron #59Adult MaleOxymoron #73Homeland SecurityOxymoron #85Country MusicHi kiddies-Yep, school's out, a woo hoo.  School sucks sometimes, especially when you are awake and stuff.  Bah, anyway, that said, I am leaving sunday for nerd camp.  Why yes, that is more school, but its on a college campus and I am taking a college honors course which will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/95294433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=95294433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/95294433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/95294433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2003/06/oxymoron-42-political-ethics-oxymoron.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-94609341</id><published>2003-05-19T20:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T20:36:01.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Life is an endless battle against maturity...heh, ain't that the truth.Hi all-I know I've been gone for awhile, but I simply didn't feel as if I could really post, I didn't have an idea of what to post.  I refuse to put MORE worthless drivel on the internet...wait, I already do, ((deep sigh)) oh well.  Anyway, I heard something on the radio today that made me think.  They rattled off a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/94609341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=94609341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/94609341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/94609341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2003/05/my-life-is-endless-battle-against.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-92615029</id><published>2003-04-14T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T19:02:00.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Voices in my head are snoring....Hi All!well, I guess I am headed to Nerd Camp for the full month.  ((sigh)) nope, didn't qualify, which blows, but the people that did deserved it.  Now all that is left is state.  A woo and/or hoo.  Then forensics is over and summer is here once again.  It seems very weird that summer is here already.  All of my two years of high school have already </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/92615029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=92615029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/92615029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/92615029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2003/04/voices-in-my-head-are-snoring.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-91444275</id><published>2003-03-26T18:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T18:14:36.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One good thing about Alzheimers, you can hide your own Easter eggs.Hi!What is up mah homeskillets?  Yeah, still can't pull that off.  Anyway, not a whole lot going on, I watched the Oscars on Sunday, and that was fun.  Rather than pick NC-double A basketball teams during March Madness, I pick the Oscar winners.  Chicago cleaned up which is cool.  I'm going to try and qualify this Friday ((</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/91444275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=91444275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/91444275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/91444275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2003/03/one-good-thing-about-alzheimers-you.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-91031945</id><published>2003-03-19T21:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T21:03:59.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero.(Sieze the day, put no trust in tomorrow)Happy Dance Time for sure.  The Senate nixed drilling in ANWR.  I don't care what you say about war and our dependency on foregin oil.  This wouldn't do anything to help that.  It is supposed to be a big part of Bush's engergy plan.  Its a band-aid for a freaking broken arm.  Even if you didn't want to look at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/91031945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=91031945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/91031945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/91031945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2003/03/carpe-diem-quam-minimum-credula.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-90902907</id><published>2003-03-17T22:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T22:50:07.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"We are now acting because the risks of inaction would be far greater"-President George W. Bush, March 17, 2003.I watched Bush's speech tonight I have to say it was powerful.  I guess I have come to think of myself as a pacifist when it comes to war.  Someone, and I can't remember who, said "This war, like all wars, is a war to end wars."  I think that applies here.  Yes, we've tried 12 years </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/90902907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=90902907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/90902907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/90902907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2003/03/we-are-now-acting-because-risks-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-89286234</id><published>2003-02-17T23:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T23:08:26.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All that Jazz.........Hi all, one, whatever.  Anyway, I went and saw Chicago, its really good, good score, and its different from most musicals.  Its not like the Music Man that puts you to sleep, and its not like Moulin Rouge that makes you want to throw up after each number.  Its a mix of different inbetweenishness. On a completely different note:We just had to enroll for our classes for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/89286234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=89286234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/89286234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/89286234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2003/02/all-that-jazz.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-88119423</id><published>2003-01-27T16:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-27T16:20:35.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Make it stop, make it stop!!I like to argue, there is no question about that, but dammit, I am tired of debating the Sex ED thing for 506.  I guess I can see where both sides are coming from, doesn't mean I agree with one of them, or how people present it, but I can see, nonetheless.  I won't bore with gruesome details, because I am sure whoever reads this knows what I'm talking about.  I just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/88119423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=88119423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/88119423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/88119423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2003/01/make-it-stop-make-it-stop-i-like-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-87642148</id><published>2003-01-18T10:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-18T10:39:35.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Simple minds are amused by simple things......Yay! 5th HP book to come out June 21, that rocks.    Forensics is starting again, finally, Congress, DX and DI, here I come.  As much as I gripe about it,  as I look back and think about this debate season, it wasnt so bad.  Debate next year will be cool because I'll have a partner if I don't do mean things to him first.  You know, is it just me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/87642148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=87642148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/87642148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/87642148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2003/01/simple-minds-are-amused-by-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-87186361</id><published>2003-01-09T16:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-18T10:40:45.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Opportunity only knocks once, but temptation leans on the doorbell......Hi all, happy new year (its January 9th, but shut up, I'm always late) Anyway, 2003 looks just like 2002 did at this time.  Although we weren't going to war, we weren't going around claiming we could clone people, and Nebraska football didn't suck.  Okay last time I whine about that.  Well, 2003 looks promising, okay, so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/87186361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=87186361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/87186361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/87186361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2003/01/opportunity-only-knocks-once-but.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-86633031</id><published>2002-12-28T13:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-28T13:54:36.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We all know where liars go.....So I lied about not posting before the new year.  But there are two things I wish to cry about.The first being the fact that Nebraska made it to a bowl game AND THEY LOST to Mississippi.  27-23.  Man, this is the first time in 40 years that they have had a losing season.  It almost makes me ashamed that I am a Husker fan.  You know, I don't think our good ol' </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/86633031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=86633031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/86633031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/86633031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2002/12/we-all-know-where-liars-go.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-86577757</id><published>2002-12-27T00:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-27T00:23:20.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, welcome.....Hi.  Enough of this freaking snow, eh?  I mean its nice when its falling nice and soft in the mid-afternoon, but when it gets icy and crappy, then its no fun anymore.  You know what?  I may be eating crow, because I just sat through "Fellowship" and I liked it!! ((looks around guiltily)) you didn't hear that.  Anyway, its good, and I'm reading</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/86577757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=86577757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/86577757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/86577757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2002/12/ladies-and-gentlemen-boys-and-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-86444577</id><published>2002-12-23T12:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T13:02:09.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wonderful........Big Brother Georgie</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/86444577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=86444577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/86444577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/86444577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2002/12/wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-86367529</id><published>2002-12-21T12:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-21T12:41:50.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which one was what one and what one was who??.........I went and saw the second part of the Lord of the Rings trilogy.  Two very enthusiastic thumbs up.  I did not think I would enjoy it, but seeing as I was being drug to it anyway ;)....I think I really have to watch the first one to really get the full effect, but I got the gist of it, and even with just that, I really liked it.  There was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/86367529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=86367529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/86367529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/86367529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2002/12/which-one-was-what-one-and-what-one.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-86289946</id><published>2002-12-19T16:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-19T16:34:18.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ho.Greetings from the society for the prevention of redundancy."You're a loony!"-King ArthurSo I am a little loony, thats what makes life interesting.  Could you imagine how boring it would be if we were all sane?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/86289946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=86289946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/86289946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/86289946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2002/12/ho.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-86000423</id><published>2002-12-14T13:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T13:47:51.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anyone perfect must be lying.....The Barenaked Ladies rock.  Anyway, one more week until Christmas vacation.  (Read as: a continuous two-week nap)  It will feel good to have awhile off, but after a little bit, I tend to get restless and bored.  Call me crazy.  KU won.  Dammit, that sucks.  Oh well</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/86000423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=86000423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/86000423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/86000423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2002/12/anyone-perfect-must-be-lying.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-85803532</id><published>2002-12-10T16:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T16:28:48.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ROCK CHALK CHICKENHAWK!.....Yes kiddies, the infamous Kansas University Jayhawks are currently at #19.  They play Tulsa next.  I couldn't tell if you they are going to win that game or not, ask one of the many sorry fans around about that.  I just have to wonder why all the good programs are going to hell: Nebraska Football, and now KU Basketball...((sigh)).  Although, the chickenhawks are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/85803532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=85803532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/85803532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/85803532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2002/12/rock-chalk-chickenhawk.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-85524286</id><published>2002-12-05T00:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T00:07:19.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Snowbound.....Ah yes, it has snowed.  I like the snow, when I am not out in it.  Although, people in around here have no idea how to drive.  "Lets go full-tilt-boogie up to the stop sign and wonder why we sail through the intersection"  And then we supposedly have to march tomorrow, fantastic, the streets are slick as snot and we are going to march on them.  Its hard enough to march and play an</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/85524286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=85524286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/85524286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/85524286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2002/12/snowbound.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-85230616</id><published>2002-11-28T18:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-29T12:37:46.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Down the frosty canyons of Manhattan" -some news guy on the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade  "What?!"-ReAnne Utemark on the news guy's comments on the Parade.  Thanksgiving was fun, but I ate way too much, never knew I could ROLL to places in my house.There really isn't much going on, I just felt the need to share, maybe its an overshare, but I don't care.  Although, I read a really good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/85230616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=85230616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/85230616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/85230616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2002/11/down-frosty-canyons-of-manhattan-some.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-85196294</id><published>2002-11-27T23:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-27T23:09:13.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You're hell on wheels in a black dress"So I am not wearing a black dress.  Bite me.  I decided to change because well, I am indecisive AND that other template gave me a headache, what was I thinking?  Anyway, its Thanksgiving  (well, tomorrow)  I think its a great holiday to reflect upon the blessings in your life.  But do people really do that?  If not or even if so, why don't you do it every</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/85196294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=85196294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/85196294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/85196294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2002/11/youre-hell-on-wheels-in-black-dress-so.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-85076665</id><published>2002-11-25T16:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-25T16:48:36.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I haven't had this much fun since the last time I ate a lightbulb....Well, actually things aren't so bad, I just thought that quote was amusing.  Anyway, this time of the year sucks, this time and round about May.  School is almost out and everyone is looking forward to a great vacation while running around with their hair on fire trying to get shit done.  SPEAKING of shit, I hate things my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/85076665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=85076665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/85076665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/85076665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2002/11/i-havent-had-this-much-fun-since-last.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-84995466</id><published>2002-11-23T23:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-23T23:07:08.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY DANCE TIME!!A woo hoo, Debate is over, well for another two months until state.  Psh, I am not taking state seriously, there will be some serious ass kicking of me, so bah.  I am so ready for forensics, Debate sucks, its fun at the beginning of the season, but you can only discuss crazy people for so long before you go crazy yourself.  Jordanne and I went 3-2 at Winfield,breaking to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/84995466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=84995466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/84995466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/84995466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2002/11/happy-dance-time-woo-hoo-debate-is.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-84853949</id><published>2002-11-20T23:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-20T23:03:03.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its Always too early to quit- Norman Vincent PealeGrrr, yes, I have been screwed by my extra curriculars again.  But, unlike a certain aquaintence of mine, I refuse to quit.  NEVER ADMIT DEFEAT!! ahem, anyway, I don't think you should quit things when they get just a little hairy.  It tests you a little to see how well you handle pressure.  Because, hey, you are going to have to deal with it in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/84853949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=84853949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/84853949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/84853949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2002/11/its-always-too-early-to-quit-norman.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-84681329</id><published>2002-11-17T18:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T18:43:50.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'Tis a sad, sad day....Its official, I am in mourning: K-State beat Nebraska 49-13, that sucks.  It might help just a tad if they had that...what's it called?...oh yeah, A DEFENSE.  Still, I have faith in the Huskers.  Not this season of course, this season is shot all to hell.  Hopefully we'll be back next season.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/84681329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=84681329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/84681329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/84681329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2002/11/tis-sad-sad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-84608847</id><published>2002-11-15T22:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-15T22:57:59.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Harry Potter rules....Yeah, I just went to see the second Harry Potter movie: Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.  I am pretty familiar with all the books (read as: read them WAYY too many times) and they stuck to the book fairly well, strayed in some parts, but thats okay, because if it was EXACTLY like the book, I would have been bored.  The second movie was better from the first one I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/84608847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=84608847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/84608847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/84608847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2002/11/harry-potter-rules.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-84392602</id><published>2002-11-11T19:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-11T19:42:33.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Greetings all! okay, one, whatever, shut upPeople are stupid...have I mentioned that yet? If not, there you go, and I will refer to it often. I don't think they engage their brain before they engage their mouth, but then again why should they start that whole "thinking" thing now? Geeze, I sound like an intellectual elitist. Oh well, I'm in wings now, I can say shit like that.  But then there</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/84392602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=84392602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/84392602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/84392602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2002/11/greetings-all-okay-one-whatever-shut.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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-3935345.post-84339134</id><published>2002-11-10T19:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-10T19:57:26.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hallo-Yep, this is my first post no one will probably see it except my friends, well them and my other personalities.  No, I'm kidding, anyway, all I will probably publish are my random opinions on random things.  Some things I could care less about, but some things I have very passionate opinions about.  I'm a democrat, we are all opinionated.  Hey, at least we don't all have eachother's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/feeds/84339134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935345&amp;postID=84339134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/84339134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935345/posts/default/84339134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutemark.blogspot.com/2002/11/hallo-yep-this-is-my-first-post-no-one.html' title=''/><author><name>ReAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00971353342257033265</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>
