<?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-10490922</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:04:21.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girly Girl that is Me?</title><subtitle type='html'>"It's the magic of risking everything for a dream that nobody sees but you."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-757166875886901413</id><published>2009-07-29T10:38:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T10:52:19.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Refresh to Something New...a re-post; 3 years later...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;bold items = been there, done that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bought everyone in the bar a drink.&lt;br /&gt;2. Swam with dolphins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Climbed a mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;4. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive&lt;br /&gt;5. Been inside the Great Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;6. Held a tarantula&lt;br /&gt;7. Taken a candlelit bath with someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Said "I love you" and meant it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Hugged a tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;10. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;11. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;12. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise - yeah....those Starbucks opening shifts :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;14. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Gone to a huge sports game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Touched an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Slept under the stars&lt;br /&gt;20. Changed a baby's diaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;22. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Gotten drunk on champagne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;27. Had a food fight&lt;br /&gt;28. Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Asked out a stranger&lt;br /&gt;30. Had a snowball fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Ridden a roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;35. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;40. Visited all 50 states&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;41. Taken care of someone who was really drunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Had amazing friends - still got them, still very thankful for them :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Watched wild whales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. Stolen a sign&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Backpacked in Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. Taken a road-trip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48. Gone rock climbing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;49. Midnight walk on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Gone sky divin&lt;br /&gt;51. Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;52. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them -"dap toi"..very common in chinese fast food restaurants&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Visited Japan&lt;br /&gt;55. Milked a cow&lt;br /&gt;56. Alphabetized your CDs&lt;br /&gt;57. Pretended to be a superhero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58. Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;59. Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Posed nude in front of strangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;61. Gone scuba diving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62. Kissed in the rain - Oh lets not talk about this one.....&lt;br /&gt;63. Played in the mud - Goosebowl anyone?&lt;br /&gt;64. Played in the rain - Ultimate....oh how I love thee!....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;67. Started a business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;69. Toured ancient sites&lt;br /&gt;70. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;71. Played D&amp;amp;D for more than 6 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;72. Gotten married&lt;br /&gt;73. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;74. Crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;75. Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;76. Gone without food for 5 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. Made cookies from scratch - Marthastewartitis...X'mas season's in the air :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;br /&gt;79. Ridden a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80. Gotten a tattoo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Rafted the Snake River&lt;br /&gt;82. Been on television news programs as an expert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;83. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. Performed on stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;85. Been to Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;86. Recorded music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;87. Eaten shark -mmm, shark fin soup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;88. Eaten fugu (pufferfish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;89. Had a one-night stand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Gone to Thailand&lt;br /&gt;91. Bought a house&lt;br /&gt;92. Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93. Buried one/both of your parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;94. Been on a cruise ship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;95. Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Performed in Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;97. Raised children&lt;br /&gt;98. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour&lt;br /&gt;99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;br /&gt;101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;102. Sang loudly in the car, and didn't stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. Had plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;104. Survived an accident that you shouldn't have survived&lt;br /&gt;105. Wrote articles for a large publication&lt;br /&gt;106. Lost over 100 pounds&lt;br /&gt;107. Held someone while they were having a flashback&lt;br /&gt;108. Piloted an airplane&lt;br /&gt;109. Petted a stingray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;110. Broken someone's heart&lt;br /&gt;111. Ridden a bike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;112. Won money on a T.V. game show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;113. Broken a bone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114. Gone on an African photo safari&lt;br /&gt;115. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced&lt;br /&gt;116. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol&lt;br /&gt;117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;br /&gt;118. Ridden a horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;119. Had surgery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120. Had a snake as a pet&lt;br /&gt;121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;122. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states&lt;br /&gt;124. Visited all 7 continents&lt;br /&gt;125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;126. Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;127. Eaten sushi&lt;br /&gt;128. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;129. Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;130. Gone back to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;131. Parasailed&lt;br /&gt;132. Petted a cockroach&lt;br /&gt;133. Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;134. Read The Iliad and The Odyssey&lt;br /&gt;135. Selected one important author who you missed in school, and read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;137. Skipped all your school reunions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;139. Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;140. Written your own computer language&lt;br /&gt;141. Thought to yourself that you're living your dream&lt;br /&gt;142. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;br /&gt;143. Built your own PC from parts&lt;br /&gt;144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;145. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;146. Dyed your hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;147. Been a DJ&lt;br /&gt;148. Shaved your head&lt;br /&gt;149. Caused a car accident&lt;br /&gt;150. Saved someone's life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-757166875886901413?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/757166875886901413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=757166875886901413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/757166875886901413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/757166875886901413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2009/07/refresh-to-something-new.html' title='The Refresh to Something New...a re-post; 3 years later...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-5738506783630022959</id><published>2008-05-22T23:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T23:23:59.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bonnie likes to..."</title><content type='html'>Go to google.ca and type in your name followed by likes to in quotation marks (e.g., "Bonnie likes to"). Then copy out the first ten results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Bonnie likes to eat the chocolate off peanut M&amp;amp;Ms and toss the nuts because the peanut chocolate tastes better than the plain chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Bonnie likes to talk about herself in third person sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Bonnie likes to talk to get your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Bonnie likes to say "kind of".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Bonnie likes to visit the students of Lions Park School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Bonnie likes to work with clay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Bonnie likes to wear light colors, especially pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Bonnie likes to sleep, eat, play with her stuffed animals, and have her belly scratched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Bonnie likes to travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Bonnie likes to spend it fishing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-5627226171626251977</id><published>2008-01-05T01:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T01:12:08.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Courtesy of Def Poetry Jams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"...I'm still gonna try to live by it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm still gonna try to put my faith to rest in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will sleep on dry pillows now, in a bed big enough to love myself in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will awake in these coming mornings with my eyes dry and shining, full of the knowledge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I am priceless and worth nothing but honesty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will remove the scarlet letter from my chest and take the hand of the little girl I used to be and say I'm sorry to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm am sorry for cheating you out of the joy you have always deserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I will wait for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;man&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to come along that can give me the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt; of how much he can really love me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Mayda Del Valle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-5627226171626251977?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/5627226171626251977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=5627226171626251977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/5627226171626251977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/5627226171626251977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2008/01/courtesy-of-def-poetry-jams.html' title='Courtesy of Def Poetry Jams'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-8076283431815623454</id><published>2007-09-27T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T11:15:06.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Courtesy of KT Tunstall</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;"...But the time has come&lt;br /&gt;To move along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire fades away&lt;br /&gt;Most of every day&lt;br /&gt;Is full of tired excuses&lt;br /&gt;But it's too hard to say&lt;br /&gt;I wish it were simple&lt;br /&gt;But we give up easily&lt;br /&gt;You're close enough to see that&lt;br /&gt;You're the other side of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me?&lt;br /&gt;Can you let me go?&lt;br /&gt;And can you still love me&lt;br /&gt;When you can't see me anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the other side of the world to me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-8076283431815623454?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/8076283431815623454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=8076283431815623454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/8076283431815623454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/8076283431815623454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2007/09/courtesy-of-kt-tunstall.html' title='Courtesy of KT Tunstall'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-8952280944274308159</id><published>2007-09-04T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T11:36:33.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="font-family: georgia;" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mi amor se nutre de tu amor,&lt;br /&gt;amada, y mientras vivas estará en tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;sin salir de los míos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;-Pablo Neruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i face="georgia"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-8952280944274308159?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/8952280944274308159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=8952280944274308159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/8952280944274308159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/8952280944274308159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2007/09/mi-amor-se-nutre-de-tu-amor-amada-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-7682673606396580420</id><published>2007-08-01T09:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T09:51:07.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>C'est la Vie</title><content type='html'>Come to decide that the things that I tried&lt;br /&gt;Were in my life just to get high on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I sit alone come get a little known&lt;br /&gt;But I need more than myself this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step from the road to the sea to the sky&lt;br /&gt;And I do believe that we rely on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I lay it on&lt;br /&gt;Come get to play it on&lt;br /&gt;All my life to sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey oh listen what I say oh&lt;br /&gt;I got your&lt;br /&gt;Hey oh (now) listen what I say oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I know that i really can't go&lt;br /&gt;To the well once more time to decide on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's killing me&lt;br /&gt;When will I really see&lt;br /&gt;All that I need to look inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to believe that I better not leave&lt;br /&gt;Before I get my chance to ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's killing me&lt;br /&gt;What do I really need&lt;br /&gt;All that I need to look inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey oh listen what I say oh&lt;br /&gt;Come back and&lt;br /&gt;Hey oh look at what I say oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I see the less I know&lt;br /&gt;The more I like to let it go... hey oh whoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder&lt;br /&gt;Where it's so white as snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Privately divided by a world so undecided&lt;br /&gt;And there's nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between the cover of another perfect wonder&lt;br /&gt;And it's so white as snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running through a field where all my tracks will&lt;br /&gt;Be concealed and there is nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When to descend to amend for a friend&lt;br /&gt;All the channels that have broken down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you bring it up&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna ring it up&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear you sing it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step from the road to the sea to the sky&lt;br /&gt;And I do believe that we rely on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I lay it on&lt;br /&gt;Come get to play it on&lt;br /&gt;All my life to sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey oh listen what I say oh&lt;br /&gt;I got your&lt;br /&gt;Hey oh listen what I say oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I see the less I know&lt;br /&gt;The more I like to let it go... hey oh whoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder&lt;br /&gt;Where it's so white as snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Privately divided by a world so undecided&lt;br /&gt;And there's nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between the cover of another perfect wonder&lt;br /&gt;Where it's so white as snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running through the field where all my tracks will&lt;br /&gt;Be concealed and there is nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said hey yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Tell my love now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Tell my love now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder&lt;br /&gt;Where it's so white as snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Privately divided by a world so undecided&lt;br /&gt;And there's nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder&lt;br /&gt;Where it's so white as snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running through the field where all my tracks will&lt;br /&gt;Be concealed and there's nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said hey oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Tell my love now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lyrics courtesy of The RHCP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-7682673606396580420?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/7682673606396580420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=7682673606396580420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/7682673606396580420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/7682673606396580420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2007/08/cest-la-vie.html' title='C&apos;est la Vie'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-8730169778393854852</id><published>2007-07-06T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T10:55:39.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;1 Corinthians 13:7&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-8730169778393854852?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-116922982122742662</id><published>2007-01-19T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T19:19:39.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Quickie</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/guitar_hero_jamming.jpg" align="left" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Job&lt;br /&gt;New Place&lt;br /&gt;New Adventures&lt;br /&gt;New Challenges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranting and raving will soon follow...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm still alive... tho somedays I may not look like I am... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Phew...gotta keep rockin'&lt;br /&gt;Damn Guitar Hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...and the dragon comes in the NiiiiggggghhHHHTTT!!!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;~Bon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-116922982122742662?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/116922982122742662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=116922982122742662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/116922982122742662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/116922982122742662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-quickie.html' title='Just a Quickie'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-116327887363779229</id><published>2006-11-11T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:05:43.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Photos Outta Their Frames</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comes The Dawn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After a while you learn the subtle difference &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;between holding a hand and chaining a soul.&lt;br /&gt;You realize that love doesn't mean leaning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and company doesn't mean security.&lt;br /&gt;And you learn that kisses aren't contracts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and presents aren't promises.&lt;br /&gt;And you learn to accept your defeat with your head up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and your eyes open with the grace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;of a woman or man - not the grief of a child.&lt;br /&gt;And you learn to build your hopes on today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.&lt;br /&gt;And you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.&lt;br /&gt;So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.&lt;br /&gt;And you learn that you really can endure, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that you are strong and you really have worth.&lt;br /&gt;And you learn, and you learn, and you learn.&lt;br /&gt;With every goodbye, you learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;~Anonymous circa 2001&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-116327887363779229?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/116327887363779229/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-116288436883923532</id><published>2006-11-07T02:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T21:10:48.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New...</title><content type='html'>Something Fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;bold items = been there, done that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bought everyone in the bar a drink.&lt;br /&gt;2. Swam with dolphins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Climbed a mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;4. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive&lt;br /&gt;5. Been inside the Great Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;6. Held a tarantula&lt;br /&gt;7. Taken a candlelit bath with someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Said "I love you" and meant it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Hugged a tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;10. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;11. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;12. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise - yeah....those Starbucks opening shifts :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;14. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Gone to a huge sports game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Touched an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Slept under the stars&lt;br /&gt;20. Changed a baby's diaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;22. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Gotten drunk on champagne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;27. Had a food fighht&lt;br /&gt;28. Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Asked out a stranger&lt;br /&gt;30. Had a snowball fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Ridden a roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;35. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;40. Visited all 50 states&lt;br /&gt;41. Taken care of someone who was really drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Had amazing friends - still got them, still very thankful for them :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Watched wild whales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. Stolen a sign&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Backpacked in Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. Taken a road-trip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48. Gone rock climbing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Midnight walk on the beach&lt;br /&gt;50. Gone sky divin&lt;br /&gt;51. Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;52. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them -"dap toi"..very common in chinese fast food restaurants&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Visited Japan&lt;br /&gt;55. Milked a cow&lt;br /&gt;56. Alphabetized your CDs&lt;br /&gt;57. Pretended to be a superhero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58. Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;59. Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Posed nude in front of strangers&lt;br /&gt;61. Gone scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62. Kissed in the rain - Oh lets not talk about this one.....&lt;br /&gt;63. Played in the mud - Goosebowl anyone?&lt;br /&gt;64. Played in the rain - Ultimate....oh how I love thee!....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;67. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;69. Toured ancient sites &lt;br /&gt;70. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;71. Played D&amp;amp;D for more than 6 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;72. Gotten married&lt;br /&gt;73. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;74. Crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;75. Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;76. Gone without food for 5 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. Made cookies from scratch - Marthastewartitis...X'mas season's in the air :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;br /&gt;79. Ridden a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80. Gotten a tattoo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Rafted the Snake River&lt;br /&gt;82. Been on television news programs as an expert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;83. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. Performed on stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;85. Been to Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;86. Recorded music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;87. Eaten shark -mmm, shark fin soup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;88. Eaten fugu (pufferfish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;89. Had a one-night stand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Gone to Thailand&lt;br /&gt;91. Bought a house&lt;br /&gt;92. Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93. Buried one/both of your parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;94. Been on a cruise ship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;95. Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Performed in Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;97. Raised children&lt;br /&gt;98. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour&lt;br /&gt;99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;br /&gt;101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;102. Sang loudly in the car, and didn't stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. Had plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;104. Survived an accident that you shouldn't have survived&lt;br /&gt;105. Wrote articles for a large publication&lt;br /&gt;106. Lost over 100 pounds&lt;br /&gt;107. Held someone while they were having a flashback&lt;br /&gt;108. Piloted an airplane&lt;br /&gt;109. Petted a stingray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;110. Broken someone's heart&lt;br /&gt;111. Ridden a bike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;112. Won money on a T.V. game show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;113. Broken a bone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114. Gone on an African photo safari -Does the one in Hamilton count?&lt;br /&gt;115. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced&lt;br /&gt;116. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol&lt;br /&gt;117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;br /&gt;118. Ridden a horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;119. Had surgery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120. Had a snake as a pet&lt;br /&gt;121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;122. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states&lt;br /&gt;124. Visited all 7 continents&lt;br /&gt;125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;126. Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;127. Eaten sushi&lt;br /&gt;128. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;129. Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;130. Gone back to school&lt;br /&gt;131. Parasailed&lt;br /&gt;132. Petted a cockroach&lt;br /&gt;133. Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;134. Read The Iliad and The Odyssey&lt;br /&gt;135. Selected one important author who you missed in school, and read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;137. Skipped all your school reunions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;139. Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;140. Written your own computer language&lt;br /&gt;141. Thought to yourself that you're living your dream&lt;br /&gt;142. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;br /&gt;143. Built your own PC from parts&lt;br /&gt;144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you&lt;br /&gt;145. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;146. Dyed your hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;147. Been a DJ&lt;br /&gt;148. Shaved your head&lt;br /&gt;149. Caused a car accident&lt;br /&gt;150. Saved someone's life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-116288436883923532?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/116288436883923532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=116288436883923532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/116288436883923532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/116288436883923532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2006/11/something-new.html' title='Something New...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-116283185818225212</id><published>2006-11-06T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T01:10:10.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>88's Taking 18th @ Goosebowl 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;A picture's worth a billion katrillion words... ;)&lt;br /&gt;Goosebowl 2006...&lt;a href="http://breakfast-of-champions.blogspot.com/2006/11/crazy-88s-18th-goosebowl.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Breakfast of Champions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-116283185818225212?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/116283185818225212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=116283185818225212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/116283185818225212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/116283185818225212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2006/11/88s-taking-18th-goosebowl-2006.html' title='88&apos;s Taking 18th @ Goosebowl 2006'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-116104632273963246</id><published>2006-10-16T19:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T21:56:25.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oktoberfestitivites 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10142006.10152006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/oktofest2006.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From playing Ultimate in blizzards, to Nate licking everyones face. To bitch slaps &amp; backhands. To Ian scalling walls while the popo watched below, that damn chicken dance and a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lsSX380pVrs"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; of my sister on the internet pantsing a team of boys; pretty much rounds out a well spent weekend ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great camera work Nate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-116104632273963246?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/116104632273963246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=116104632273963246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/116104632273963246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/116104632273963246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2006/10/oktoberfestitivites-2006.html' title='Oktoberfestitivites 2006'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-115942407497416173</id><published>2006-09-28T02:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T01:12:08.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stadium Arcadium</title><content type='html'>Rockin' good time...Thanks for the invite Allan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/rhcp.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RHCP: Anthony, Chad, John &amp; Flea!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"All around the world, we could make time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Rompin' and a stompin' cause I'm in my prime..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/rhcp1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rockin' it out with leggings and all...and don't ask me what I was doing with my boobs, but watever it was those boys in the back looked like they had one hell of a time ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;09262006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-115942407497416173?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/115942407497416173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=115942407497416173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/115942407497416173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/115942407497416173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2006/09/stadium-arcadium_115942407497416173.html' title='Stadium Arcadium'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-115802455933466033</id><published>2006-09-11T21:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T21:35:58.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Are We So Afraid Of?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;"And what my new best friend, this bunny rabbit, possessed that I didn't was simple: He trusted the universe. He trusted that good things were in store when he came hopping out in front of me. Yes, being a bunny rabbit, he also understood that there were natural hierachies and certain realities - like your own death, and those of the ones you loved most. And yet you had to accept the wolves. Living in this desert isolation, he was an optimist. In his presence, it was necessary to be one, too."&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Michael Paterniti GQ July 2006 p.130&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-115802455933466033?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/115802455933466033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=115802455933466033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/115802455933466033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/115802455933466033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-are-we-so-afraid-of.html' title='What Are We So Afraid Of?'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-115705107001288225</id><published>2006-08-31T14:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T23:20:49.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magic of the East</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Nova Scotia 08112006-08212006&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was needed...and it was good...in more ways than one ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/halifax2.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/halifax1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/halifax4.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/halifax3.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-115705107001288225?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/115705107001288225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=115705107001288225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/115705107001288225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/115705107001288225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2006/08/magic-of-east.html' title='The Magic of the East'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-115524030399161574</id><published>2006-08-10T14:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T22:04:42.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smack Dab in the Middle of an Existential Crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;We do not rest satisfied with the present. We anticipate the future as too slow in coming, as if in order to hasten its course; or we recall the past, to stop its too rapid flight. So imprudent are we that we wander in the times which are not ours, and do not think of the only one which belongs to us; and so idle are we that we dream of those times which are no more, and thoughtlessly over look that which alone exist. For the present is generally painful to us. We conceal it from our sight, because it troubles us; and if it be delightful to us, we regret to see it pass away. We try to sustain it by the future, and think of arranging matters which are not in our power, for a time which we have no certainty of reaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let each on examine his thoughts, and he will find them all occupied with the past and the future. We scarcely ever think of the present; and if we think of it, it is only to take light from it to arrange the future. The present is never our end. The past and present are our means; the future alone is our end. So we never live, but we hope to live; and, as we are always preparing to be happy, it is inevitable we should never be so. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Pascal, Pensees, no. 172&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pascal maybe just a tad depressing but he's got a point. I don't know what it is, but my mind's been desperately clawing at anything that can give it some new life. It’s been a long while since I’ve had any real contact to conversations that’d give my mind something fresh to think about and this lull is making me unbelievably restless. I think this ass groove I’ve carved out in the last few months is giving me blisters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving fer Halifax tomorrow. The change of scenery should ease some of this pent up frustration. Oh the irony.&lt;br /&gt;See you all on the flip side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-115524030399161574?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/115524030399161574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=115524030399161574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/115524030399161574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/115524030399161574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2006/08/smack-dab-in-middle-of-existential_10.html' title='Smack Dab in the Middle of an Existential Crisis'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-115328162038418025</id><published>2006-07-18T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T08:44:12.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost &amp; Not Quite Found...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But Gettin' There...:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/mytattoo.jpg" align="left" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I Will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stop talking, so I can listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stop running, so I can breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stop chasing, so I can be caught.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stop crying, so I can see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-115328162038418025?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/115328162038418025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=115328162038418025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/115328162038418025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/115328162038418025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2006/07/lost-not-quite-found.html' title='Lost &amp; Not Quite Found...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-114773978662510883</id><published>2006-05-15T19:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T22:51:54.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Hundred Dollar Sunglasses Can't Hide the Tears....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Feeling desperate.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that if I fill every possible inch of space, every possible instance,&lt;br /&gt;every possible moment with something other my own thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;I can push the sadness away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I know better. But I don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;So I turn up the volume on the iPod, hoping to drown out that wandering mind.&lt;br /&gt;Work endlessly to exhaust the body so the mind has no fuel to drift.&lt;br /&gt;But the body becomes over worked and the mind becomes desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I know better. But I don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;So I work harder.&lt;br /&gt;Filling every possible inch of space, every possible instance,&lt;br /&gt;every possible moment with something other my own thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;hoping I can push the sadness away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-114773978662510883?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/114773978662510883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=114773978662510883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/114773978662510883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/114773978662510883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2006/05/three-hundred-dollar-sunglasses-cant.html' title='Three Hundred Dollar Sunglasses Can&apos;t Hide the Tears....'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-114739561812954821</id><published>2006-05-11T20:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T21:59:55.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe It's Time to Stop Running Away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/dosehoroscope.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It seems like “taking your time” has been the reoccurring theme in the past few months. Even my trainer’s been asking me why I’m always in such a rush. And as productive as hurrying through sets of calf raises and bicep curls, me making haste running up the hills of this crater size rut I’ve found myself in, may have me missing the point of it all........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help but ask myself how much&lt;br /&gt;I'll let the fear take the wheel and steer.&lt;br /&gt;It's driven me before, and it seems to have a vague,&lt;br /&gt;haunting mass appeal.&lt;br /&gt;But lately I'm beginning to find I&lt;br /&gt;should be the one behind the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;with open arms and open eyes. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive&lt;br /&gt;will I choose water over wine&lt;br /&gt;and hold my own and drive? oh oh oooh.&lt;br /&gt;It's driven me before and it seems to be the way&lt;br /&gt;that everyone else gets around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lately I'm beginning to find that when I drive myself my light is found."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Horoscope Dose 5.09.2006&lt;br /&gt;*Lyrics Incubus Drive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-114739561812954821?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/114739561812954821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=114739561812954821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/114739561812954821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/114739561812954821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2006/05/maybe-its-time-to-stop-running-away.html' title='Maybe It&apos;s Time to Stop Running Away...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-114536730223494505</id><published>2006-04-18T09:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T09:35:55.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/birthdaysarepoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-114536730223494505?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/114536730223494505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=114536730223494505' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/114536730223494505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/114536730223494505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-114473677404222189</id><published>2006-04-11T01:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T22:25:14.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpt From Donald Miller's Blue Like Jazz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**DISCLAIMER: What &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; it mean to be loved? To love back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been working on a play called &lt;em&gt;Polaroid’s&lt;/em&gt; that year…In the scene I had written a few nights before, I had the man fighting with his wife. They were experiencing unbearable tension after losing a son in a car accident the year before. I knew in my heart they were not going to make it, that &lt;em&gt;Polaroid’s&lt;/em&gt; would include a painful divorce that showed the ugliness of separation. But I changed my mind…I wondered what it would look like to have the couple stick it out…I had the lead character in my play walk into the bedroom where his wife was sleeping. I had him kneel down by her and whisper some lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What great gravity is this that drew my soul towards yours? What great force, that though went falsely, went kicking, went disguising myself to earn your love, also disguised, to earn your keeping, your resting, your staying, your will fleshed into mine, rasped by a slowly revealed truth, the barter of my soul, the soul that I fear, the soul that I loathe, the soul that: if you will love, I will love. I will redeem you, if you will redeem me? Is this our purpose, you and I together to pacify each other, to lead each other toward the lie that we are good, that we are noble, that we are not redemption, save the one that you and I invented of our own clay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not scared of you my love, I am scared of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went looking, I wrote out a list, I drew an image, I bled a poem of you. You were pretty, and my friends believed I was worthy of you. You were cleaver, but I was smarter, perhaps the only one smarter, the only on able to lead you. You see, love, I did not love you, I loved me. And you were only a tool that I used to fix myself, to fool myself, to redeem myself. And though I have taught you to lay your lily hand in mine, I walk alone, for I cannot talk to you, lest you talk it back to me, lest I believe that I am not worthy, not deserving, not redeemed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want desperately for you to be my friend. But you are not my friend; you have slid up warmly to the man I wanted to be, the man I pretend to be, and I was your Jesus and, you were mine. Should I show you who I am, we may crumble. I am not scared of you, my love, I am scared of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be known and loved anyway. Can you do this? I trust by your easy breathing that you are human like me, that you are fallen like me, that you are lonely, like me. My love, do I know you? What is this great gravity that pulls us so painfully toward each other? Why do we not connect? Will we be forever in fleshing this out? And how will we with words, narrow words, come to the knowing of each other? Is this God’s way of meriting grace, of teaching us of the labyrinth of His love for us, teaching us, in degrees, that which He is sacrificing to join ourselves to Him? Or better yet, has He formed our being fractional so we might conclude one great hope, plodding and sighing and breathing into one another in such a great push that we might break though into the known and being loved, only to cave into a greater perdition and fall down at His throne still begging for our acceptance? Begging for our completion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were fools to believe that we would redeem each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were I some sleeping Adam, to wake and find you resting at my rib, to share these things that God has done, to walk you through the garden, to counsel your timid steps, your bewildered eye, your heart so slow to love, so careful to love, so sheepish that I stepped up my aim and become a man. Is this what God intended? That though He made you from my rib, it is you who is making me, humbling me, destroying me, and in so doing revealing Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we be in ashes before we are one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What great gravity is this that drew my heart towards yours? What great force collapsed my orbit, my lonesome state? What is this that wants in me the want in you? Don’t we go at each other with yielded eyes, with cumbered hands, and feet, with clunky tongues? This deed is unattainable! We cannot know each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quitting this thing, but not what you think. I am not going away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will give you this, my love, and I will not bargain or barter any longer. I will love you, as sure as He has loved me. I will discover what I can discover and though you remain a mystery, save God’s own knowledge, what I disclose of you I will keep in the warmest chamber of my heart, the very chambers where God has stowed Himself in me. And I will do this to my death, and to the death it may bring me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will love you like God, because of God, mighted by the power of God. I will stop expecting your love, demanding your love, trading for your love, gaming for your love. I will simply love. I am giving myself to you, and tomorrow I will do it again. I suppose the clock itself will wear thin its time before I am ended at this altar of dying and dying again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God risked Himself on me. I will risk myself on you. And together, we will learn to love, and perhaps then, and only then, understand this gravity that drew Him, unto us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-114473677404222189?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/114473677404222189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=114473677404222189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/114473677404222189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/114473677404222189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2006/04/excerpt-from-donald-millers-blue-like.html' title='Excerpt From Donald Miller&apos;s Blue Like Jazz'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-114445690268119258</id><published>2006-04-07T19:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T20:56:19.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Things in Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/ambidextrous.gif" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Working with a line of pure testosterone for eight hours (first time in the two years @ Starbucks) and being stupidly immature…oh the shits and giggles and non stop laughter over one stupid word…oooh dear :)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The smell of spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. New runners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Under Armour®&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The buzz from several epiphanies&lt;br /&gt;5. The buzz from graduating&lt;br /&gt;4. The buzz from sleeping 5 hours or less each night&lt;br /&gt;3. The buzz from too many quad-grande-vanilla-soy-no foam-lattes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Jogger's high...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Warming up with a 1600m jog&lt;br /&gt;   Crunches 3 sets of 12 reps&lt;br /&gt;   Push-ups 3 sets of 12 reps   &lt;br /&gt;   3 sets of Squats @ 45s, 1m, 1m15s...feel the burn ladies!!&lt;br /&gt;   3 sets of suicides&lt;br /&gt;   2 sets of 400m sprints&lt;br /&gt;   2 sets of 200m sprints&lt;br /&gt;   2 sets of 100m sprints&lt;br /&gt;   2 sets of Riverdale Park hills&lt;br /&gt;   ....running so hard you feel like throwing up...BOOYAH! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-114445690268119258?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/114445690268119258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=114445690268119258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/114445690268119258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/114445690268119258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2006/04/best-things-in-life.html' title='The Best Things in Life...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-114400048547550803</id><published>2006-04-02T13:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T19:40:22.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Matthew 6:34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-114400048547550803?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/114400048547550803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=114400048547550803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/114400048547550803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/114400048547550803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2006/04/matthew-634.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-114341903200231090</id><published>2006-03-26T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T21:01:38.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate for Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/inspire.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Three weeks until another chapter in my life comes to a close and it's...well...rather bittersweet. It's been one hell of a rollercoaster ride...now we'll see if all the sweat &amp;amp; tears have paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Posting pieces of my book on DA, please send your critiques...xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;**lyrics from Fort Minor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-114341903200231090?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/114341903200231090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=114341903200231090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/114341903200231090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/114341903200231090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2006/03/desperate-for-inspiration.html' title='Desperate for Inspiration'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-114220241067550291</id><published>2006-03-12T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T17:37:41.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Overdue...Reminiscing Good Times....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tremblant 0103.0106.2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/tremblantline.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/tremblantline2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-114220241067550291?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/114220241067550291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=114220241067550291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/114220241067550291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/114220241067550291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2006/03/long-overduereminiscing-good-times.html' title='Long Overdue...Reminiscing Good Times....'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-114085283102130636</id><published>2006-02-25T02:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T10:46:05.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpt from Tuesdays with Morrie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;On this day, Morrie says he has an exercise for us to try. We are to stand, facing away from our classmates, and fall backward, relying on another student to catch us. Most of us are uncomfortable with this, and we cannot let go for more than a few inches before stopping ourselves. We laugh in embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, one student, a thin, quiet, dark-haired girl whom I notice almost always wears bulky white fisherman sweaters, crosses her arms over her chest, closes her eyes, leans back, and doesn’t not flinch, like of those Lipton tea commercials, where the model splashes into the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, I am sure she is going to thump on the floor. At the last instant, her assigned partner grabs her head and shoulders and yanks her up harshly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Whoa!” several students yell. Some clap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morrie finally smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You see,” he says to the girl, “you closed your eyes. That was the difference. Sometimes you cannot believe what you see; you have to believe what you feel. And if you are ever going to have other people trust you, you must feel that you can trust them, too—even when you’re in the dark. Even when you’re falling.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-114085283102130636?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/114085283102130636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=114085283102130636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/114085283102130636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/114085283102130636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2006/02/excerpt-from-tuesdays-with-morrie.html' title='Excerpt from Tuesdays with Morrie'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-113996504248746851</id><published>2006-02-14T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T17:26:22.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She Takes My Hand &amp; Leads Me Along Paths I Would Have Never Dared to Explore Alone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/vdayflowers.jpg" align="left" /&gt;So here I am wallowing as this day mocks me with the strength of one of Chuck Norris’ round house kicks to the face. Yet telling the world how much Valentine’s Day suck only suppresses how much I truly love this day. Not because of all the crap people buy and how store fronts test you and your stomach with the insane amount of red and pink, because essentially if you care for someone, genuinely care for someone, they will know every single day...But because of how much I miss how great these days can be…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one may not be a Grilled Salmon Fettuccini Alfredo with a side of lovin’ kinda day, but it’s one I’ll probably remember for a very long time, and smile at because of how lucky I am, how lucky I am to be me. As emotional as I can be, as emotional as I am these days…this is only the second time I've cried…cried these tears of joy. Pink Kitchen Aid aside, this is quite possibly one of the greatest things anyone has ever done for me. I don't know where I'd be without you all...and frankly I would never ever want to find out…my family, my friends, you guys are my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie, my greatest little sister, my bestest friend…first it’s the cake baking, and now this…you don’t know how much this means to me…Thank you for everything, for always being there, supporting me, giving me strength, giving me hope and for always making the rough patches in life go by a little bit easier. And because of you, I smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray, Nyima, Connie, Shawn, Cindy, Sara and Andrea, you guys are my safety nets and I thank you for allowing me to live my life free of walls, free of harnesses, free of strings. I thank you for always encouraging me and giving me the confidence to have faith, to be able let go whenever I please, and allowing me to fall freely knowing that someone will always be there to catch me. The flowers, the cards are absolutely beautiful, and I can’t believe you guys got Ray to draw :)…Con baking and Ray drawing…how much more can I milk outta this :)…Thank you. You guys mean the world to me and it is because of your love and support that makes me who I am today…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys with all of me, with all my heart…Thank you all for being so wonderful, so unbelievablly great…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/sisterfaces.gif" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say...if we make these faces long enuff, they'll stay that way forever :)&lt;br /&gt;Why do we keep incriminating ourselves?...we're so retarded :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-113996504248746851?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/113996504248746851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=113996504248746851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/113996504248746851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/113996504248746851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2006/02/she-takes-my-hand-leads-me-along-paths.html' title='She Takes My Hand &amp; Leads Me Along Paths I Would Have Never Dared to Explore Alone...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-113980330987037763</id><published>2006-02-12T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T16:44:40.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in the Shuffle...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All in All &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Blind &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chapter One &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The End Has Only Begun &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Days Go By &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ashes &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your Ex lover is Dead &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Stars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Charms &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by The Philosopher Kings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All These Things That I've Done&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; by The Killers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark Horse &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Amanda Marshall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How Can You Mend a Broken Heart &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Al Green&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Air that I Breathe &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by The Hollies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe Tomorrow &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Stereophoics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time After Time &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Eva Cassidy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Into the Sun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Come Back Down &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Lifehouse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undone &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Lifehouse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better Luck Next Time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We'll Never Know &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Lifehouse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking Away &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Lifehouse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everything &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Lifehouse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Immortal &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Evanscence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In This Life &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Chantal Kreviazuk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have a Nice Day &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Stereophonics&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Turn Your Lights On &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Santana &amp; Everlast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What Are You Afraid Of &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by West Indian Girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Be Yourself &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Audioslave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Heavens Dead &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Audioslave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why Do I Feel So Sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; by Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I Miss You &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Incubus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;by Incubus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Five for Fighting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Out of place like a gem on a coal face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;lost on the right way, it's all the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Cause I've had my hopes raised, right in the wrong ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;scared when you felt safe to start again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Now watch me rise up and leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;all the ashes you made out of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;when you said that we were wrong, life goes on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;By now I should know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;That in time things must grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And I had to leave you behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So why do I feel so sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;If it couldn't be that bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Tell me why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;By now I should know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;That in time things would change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So it shouldn't be so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So why do I feel so sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And all your dreams are turning into nothing more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When all your hope is left &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You know you’re not alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Just hold on… Hold on…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Live through this and you won't look back&lt;br /&gt;Live through this and you won't look back&lt;br /&gt;Live through this and you won't look back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one thing I have to say so I'll be brave&lt;br /&gt;You were what I wanted, I gave what I gave&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sorry I met you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sorry it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sorry there's nothing to save&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sorry there's nothing to save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Start to breathe and fake a smile. Its all the same after a while................"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-113980330987037763?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/113980330987037763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=113980330987037763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/113980330987037763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/113980330987037763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2006/02/lost-in-shuffle.html' title='Lost in the Shuffle...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-113924091598568902</id><published>2006-02-06T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T17:58:17.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"If I Could Make a Wish, I Think I'd Pass, Can't Think of Anything I Need..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So I’m reading through my last blog, and it feels like it’s sitting there to truly remind me how great grace is. All these years I keep thinking to myself how great you are, how lucky I am to have met you, how great it is to have such a wonderful friend, and what kind of person would I be if you were never there to guide me? The years I’ve fought against myself, fought against the hopeless romantic person that I am, and I mean romantic in every sense of the word, love, life…you’ve always reminded me about how great it was to be that person. You always led me away from the bitterness, away from what society wants us to be. And your words and the direction you’ve steered me towards have never been so clear, never been so great. I am so thankful for everything that I’ve experienced, so thankful for everything that I have, and above all, thankful for being able to embrace me. If it wasn’t for you, I don’t think I’d be able to deal with all the craziness in life, I’d be just like the many out there, still struggling with the simple things that always seem too find it’s way to tie us down. So like I said before, I thank you Ray for being so wonderful, and I’m so thankful to have you in my life, and if that means thanking God, then I will :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con, I love you…my protective lil sister, the lil bully I can get to head butt the shit outta anyone that comes our way, my best friend, my life. I mean where else can I find the endless pool of sarcasm and crazy talk :) I thank you for being you, and for loving me for me :) Soooo…2 batches of black and white cookies? :) ...This Europe trip, it sound quite plausible and it sounds pretty wicked...learning to bake in France? We shall look into it, and maybe I should start saving…although, west coast sounds even more plausible and even more great...how awesome would it be to be baking pies and tarts and cookies during the day, and playing ultimate in the after hours…man that’ll be the life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara, my sweet pea...where would I be without you? What more can I say? Together we will rule the world!! :) All my love!! *muah! *muah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am hopeful, and I know the clouds will pass, and once again the sun will shine...and however sad it is now, I can’t help but smile a lil smile, because of how great my life is, how great the people around me are, because of how great I am and how great I can be…&lt;br /&gt;Thank you baby for everything, for always instilling within me so much strength, faith, and love. I can’t take all the credit for how good I’m feeling right now, because I wouldn’t be this way if you were never there, if you weren’t so great. I'm so proud of us, so proud of you...we were great, and I’ll walk away with that. Your baby, always…xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the stars are out tonight&lt;br /&gt;It feels as though I might,&lt;br /&gt;Make some sense out of this madness,&lt;br /&gt;Will it turn out right?&lt;br /&gt;But whos to say where the wind will blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will tell us if we're out of answers, When it stops -&lt;br /&gt;Climb back down to the beginning take it from the top.&lt;br /&gt;Whos to say where the wind will blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when all your dreams are lying on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;Do you pick up the pieces all around?&lt;br /&gt;And if the world should fall apart hold onto what you know&lt;br /&gt;Take your chances turn around and go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the leaves are turning and the sky I faced to cry&lt;br /&gt;Strange our lives coinside with the seasons of today&lt;br /&gt;Whos to say where the wind will blow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when everything is lying on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;Do you pick up the pieces all around?&lt;br /&gt;And if the world should fall apart hold onto what you know&lt;br /&gt;Take your chances turn around and go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on you say&lt;br /&gt;Make the best of today&lt;br /&gt;All I see is struggle along the way&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when the sun passes through the grey&lt;br /&gt;I can find the strength to make it through the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when all your dreams are lying on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;Do you pick up the pieces all around?&lt;br /&gt;And if the world should fall apart hold onto what you know&lt;br /&gt;Take your chances turn around and go&lt;br /&gt;Take your chances turn around and go…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-113924091598568902?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/113924091598568902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=113924091598568902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/113924091598568902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/113924091598568902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2006/02/if-i-could-make-wish-i-think-id-pass.html' title='&quot;If I Could Make a Wish, I Think I&apos;d Pass, Can&apos;t Think of Anything I Need...&quot;'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-113751502294968963</id><published>2006-01-17T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T19:23:39.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's So Amazing About Grace?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The only way to play the game, is to not play by the rules.&lt;br /&gt;I do have faith, I always will, it's in my nature to. I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it means letting it all go, being vulnerable, being care free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks Ray for everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-113751502294968963?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/113751502294968963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=113751502294968963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/113751502294968963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/113751502294968963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2006/01/whats-so-amazing-about-grace.html' title='What&apos;s So Amazing About Grace?'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-113677992721503649</id><published>2006-01-08T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T15:49:04.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fourth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I visited today under the sky cast of reds and purples. Through the brisk winter air, into serene grounds. Between the frosted dead branches and stems, the fresh tiny petals of magentas and yellows danced with the winter breeze. Time has flown and so much has changed, yet the memories are still the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;"In my dreams I'll always see you soar above the sky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;In my heart there'll always be a place for you for all my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll keep a part of you with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;And everywhere I am there you'll be."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;01082002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-113677992721503649?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/113677992721503649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=113677992721503649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/113677992721503649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/113677992721503649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2006/01/fourth.html' title='The Fourth'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-113588209610782723</id><published>2005-12-29T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T13:55:35.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Christmas has never been kind to me, and I don’t really know why I continue to subject myself year after year hoping that maybe this time it would be different. This time, it wasn’t any different. In fact, it was pretty much as uneventful as watching paint dry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Hey, maybe next time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I guess you can call it being stubborn, or maybe I’m just naive. But as realistic as I try to be and at times cynical, I can’t seem to shake off certain expectations and that hopeful feeling that one day, the holiday, will be a nice one. It doesn’t have to be great; I just want it to be nice for a change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So this is how it feels to have to deal with simultaneously the two biggest fears of my life. And who am I kidding, it stung, and it hurt, and it still hurts. And as much as I can reason with those whose thinking is little more rational than mine, it is nonetheless my own battle to deal with. So in the middle of what seem to be perpetual bliss, I’ve now had to stop to take a breather, to take a step back and to find myself again. I know I’m a better person than what I’ve subjected myself to feel like in recent weeks. I know I am better, because of what I believe in. I know I am better, because of all those who’ll stand by me and support me whenever I’m in need. And I know I am better, because I choose to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Get up (get up)&lt;br /&gt;Come on (come on)&lt;br /&gt;Why are you scared? (I'm not scared)&lt;br /&gt;You'll never change what's been and gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause all of the stars&lt;br /&gt;Are fading away&lt;br /&gt;Just try not to worry&lt;br /&gt;You'll see them some day&lt;br /&gt;Take what you need&lt;br /&gt;And be on your way&lt;br /&gt;And stop crying your heart out…"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;**To my dearest sister, I may not like you, but I'll always love you. And though we may not always see eye to eye, you’ve always been there for me and I thank you for that. Who knew Connie Lee could bake cakes and cookies. Guess all you needed was the right motivation :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Thank you...xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-113588209610782723?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/113588209610782723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=113588209610782723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/113588209610782723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/113588209610782723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/12/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-113407109569975513</id><published>2005-12-08T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T23:24:07.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Breakfast Goes a Long Way!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah...and you know it! ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ahem&lt;br /&gt;First off...HAPPY 22nd BIRTHDAY to my FAVE girlfriend SARA THE GREAT!! *muah, *muah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 407px; HEIGHT: 123px" height="142" src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/sarabday.gif" width="439" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Psst Mark! Look, I've got her making faces!! And incriminating herself!! MUAHAHAH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;HAHAHA...Sara Babes that picture is ADORABLE!! Okay, no killing allowed around here! *HUGS! :) I hope you had a wonderful day! After all, you did have a candy cane sticking outta your ass in class, snuck your paper into the pile and didn't have to present, H2O moisturizers for daily winter skin care, we had martinis by 11:30 A.M., insane boomy voice man sang you a birthday cheer, and we saw a homeless lady change her panties in public on our way to school. I'll say it was one heck of a day :) May you be blessed with lots of love, hugs, and kisses!! And yes, the SHITS &amp; GIGGLES all year long! CHEERS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's amazing how the little things in life can pluck the stresses right out of you. It's so silly, and sounds even sillier in writing, but after a week of weed pulling in my brain with no light bulb idea in sight, the few hours spent hanging up tree ornaments calmed the nerves. Maybe it was the first tree decorating since my last Christmas with mom, or it could’ve been watching Mark punch Sean in the bum; long story short Sean was squirming and Mark missed a charlie horse :) And maybe it was the pralines n’ cream ice-cream, or the lychee and fresh pineapples. Whatever it was, it was nice and it allowed me to get away from all the suffocating chaos of deadlines, type setting, and those damn Food Basic ads. Guess it’s that time of the year to be just a bit nostalgic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;MMMmmm Breakfast...&lt;br /&gt;Three Scrambled Eggs With Bacon and Avocado with Three Breakfast Sausages and Two Blueberry Eggo Waffles plus a lil bit of TLC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;AHhh, C'est la Vie.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-113407109569975513?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/113407109569975513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=113407109569975513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/113407109569975513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/113407109569975513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/12/good-breakfast-goes-long-way.html' title='A Good Breakfast Goes a Long Way!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-113341657546805288</id><published>2005-12-01T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T15:43:49.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Want for Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATTN: SECRET SANTAS!!**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are in no particular order...although some are just for fun; unless you feel like being extremely generous and wanna spend $4000 on lil ol' me :P Hope this helps, have fun shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE WISH LIST...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chapters.indigo.ca/item.asp?Item=978030723672&amp;Catalog=Books&amp;amp;Ntt=martha+stewart&amp;N=35&amp;amp;Lang=en&amp;Section=books&amp;amp;zxac=1"&gt;Martha Stewart's Baking Handbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kitchenstuffplus.com/proddetail.asp?prod=20815"&gt;Silpat Baking Mat&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://ww2.williams-sonoma.com/cat/pip.cfm?pkey=xsrd0m1%7C15%7C0%7C%7C%7C%7C%7C%7Csilpat&amp;gids=b037&amp;amp;cmsrc=sch"&gt;Silpat Baking Mat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ww1.williams-sonoma.com/cat/pip.cfm?gids=cw196&amp;pKey=cctlpsti&amp;amp;root=shop&amp;src=catcctlpsti%7Cp1%7Crshop%2Fcatcctlslci%7Cp1%7Crshop%2Fcatcctli%7Cp1%7Crshop%2Fcatcshop%7Cp1%7Crshop%2Fhme"&gt;Stainless Steel Whipped Cream Canister&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nigellahome.com/P.html"&gt;Nigella Lawson's Living Kitchen Products&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professional Quality Pastry Bag @ William Sonoma Bag&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;note: THIS IS NOT THE MECHANICAL ONE THAT THEY ARE PROMOTING, GOTTA BE A REAL PASTRY BAG :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tiffany.ca/shopping/group.aspx?categoryID=471&amp;amp;category=Diamonds&amp;amp;c_id=WEB1&amp;c_it=GRP0120&amp;amp;start_id=11"&gt;Tiffany Swing Ring&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mark: "its studded like a nutty shit full of corn"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tiffany.ca/shopping/item.aspx?c_id=WEB1&amp;c_it=G332&amp;amp;start_id=16&amp;categoryID=14&amp;amp;category=Jewelry"&gt;Tiffany Knots Ring&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANYTHING...(Including gift certificates!!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kitchenaid.ca"&gt;Kitchen Aid&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oooh!! Pasta Rollers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.burton.com"&gt;Snowboarding&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mitts, toques, helmets, gloves, goggles, &lt;a href="http://www.burton.com/ca/gear/products.asp?productID=338&amp;shortMaterialNumber=B6627201"&gt;snowboarding SOCKS!!&lt;/a&gt; (Size 6 feet!!) ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gaiaultimate.com"&gt;Ultimate&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shorts, socks, cleats, hats, discs, LONG SOCKS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ikea.ca"&gt;Ikea&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wine glasses, cutlery sets, pitchers, wine racks, hanging star drape lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kitchenstuffplus.com"&gt;Kitchen Stuff Plus&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gagets, gizmos, bakeware, spring form pans, pie/tart pans, spatulas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blnts.com/"&gt;Bluenotes&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if you haven't notice by now, I am a sucker for LONG SOCKS!! KNEE HIGHS...CUTE, STRIPES, FUNKY, COLOURFUL, NOT COLOUR FULL, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.victoriassecret.com/"&gt;Victoria Secret&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ooooh! more socks!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/commerce/application/prodDisplay/?namespace=productDisplay&amp;origin=onlineProductDisplay.jsp&amp;amp;event=display&amp;prnbr=SG-190770&amp;amp;page=1&amp;cgname=OSGIFVPGZZZ&amp;amp;rfnbr=2605"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;VS Knee Highs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.ca/"&gt;The Apple Store&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jacob.ca/"&gt;Jacob&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lasenza.ca/"&gt;La Senza&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indigo.ca"&gt;Chapters/Indigo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;LOTS OF Love. Happiness. Good Health. My BDes Degree &amp; Lots of Shits n' Giggles&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;**&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Although this IS my Secret Santa gift list blog, it's been a while to be able to say that I basically have all that I need this Christmas. Damn I'm starting to feel really old; "Oh don't get me that really cute snowman set from William Sonoma, it's sooo unpractical and I don't have any space. But a Kitchen Aid kitchen or that thousand dollar Tiffany &amp; Co. diamond ring will do nicely :D Giggles aside, as of right now, I am happy. After all, I have a great family who cares for me, a sister who has stuck by me through thick and thin, a boyfriend who luvs me unconditionally; retarded faces, moody phases, stresses, smiles n' tears, hugs n' kisses :) I have great friends I can always count on to put a smile on my face, that or extra pounds from all those brunches, lunches, and dinners :) And I have a life I can't complain about. I am content, and extremely grateful. Another year travelled, another year wiser, another year cherished...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love,&lt;br /&gt;Bon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-113341657546805288?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/113341657546805288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=113341657546805288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/113341657546805288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/113341657546805288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I Want for Christmas...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-113331652242882151</id><published>2005-11-29T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T13:20:51.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragmented Jabber</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“All the stars are out tonight&lt;br /&gt;It feels as though I might,&lt;br /&gt;Make some sense out of this madness,&lt;br /&gt;Will it turn out right?&lt;br /&gt;But who’s to say where the wind will blow&lt;br /&gt;Time will tell us if we're out of answers, when it stops -&lt;br /&gt;Climb back down to the beginning take it from the top.&lt;br /&gt;Who’s to say where the wind will blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when all your dreams are lying on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;Do you pick up the pieces all around?&lt;br /&gt;And if the world should fall apart hold onto what you know&lt;br /&gt;Take your chances turn around and go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the leaves are turning and the sky I faced to cry&lt;br /&gt;Strange our lives coincide with the seasons of today&lt;br /&gt;Who’s to say where the wind will blow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What happens when everything is lying on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;Do you pick up the pieces all around?&lt;br /&gt;And if the world should fall apart hold onto what you know&lt;br /&gt;Take your chances turn around and go”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Chapter One, Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I’m left to live alone for three weeks and it takes no time for me to reflect on how lucky I am to be where I am. Toss with a dose of my yearly bronchitis stints and I have this unbelievably wonderful man running around making me soup, bringing lots vitamins, bringing dinner (boiled chicken is to die for!), and pouring on the TLC.&lt;br /&gt;What? Ultimate accident with nearly a broken arm? No sweat! Mark’s there to save the day and I’m good to break something else another day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light with so much spoilage, I answer back with a complete breakdown and panic about crazy stuff like:&lt;br /&gt;“Who the hell am I to be so deserving of so much goodness?”&lt;br /&gt;Shhh! Ray, I’m not that Chinese!!&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm freaking out about the life after graduation (as it will be in less than six months providing that I don’t fail any classes). Is advertising really the way to go? What’s with this wanting to own a bakery craziness?! Mmm...Devil's Chocolate Ganache Cake...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With worries and moodiness aside, I am quite fortunate, and extremely grateful to have around those that love me so. With my uncle Thomas taking me out to dinner and packing me with enuff left overs to last a few day and sending me home with some extra spending money. Along with a sister that always seems to find the most logical way to chill me out; to tell a bronchitis stricken sister with a sprained elbow to go out and roll around in new fallen snow. And if that doesn’t work, a few Lifehouse songs will do, and it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with less than a week until uncle comes home, all the craziness seems to have passed for the time being, bronchitis is gone, the huge bruise on my elbow is no longer red and purple, the house is clean (with the exception of my room), and I’m back to feeling semi stressed and fighting the urge to procrastinate knowing that in less then three weeks I’ll have a campaign of twelve ads due for Food Basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathe…No complaints, life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;FYI!!! JAMIE FOXX’S NEW ALBUM UNPREDICTABLE OUT DECEMBER 20th, 2005!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"I know you're use to dinner and a movie&lt;br /&gt;Why not be my dinner, while makin a movie&lt;br /&gt;Do you get it get it&lt;br /&gt;Do you got it got it&lt;br /&gt;Good good good&lt;br /&gt;Girl I knew you would&lt;br /&gt;See what I got oveeer a lot of fellas is that I'm more creeeative&lt;br /&gt;And soon you will see what I mean, what I mean sooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl get comfortable we bout to do something you never done beforeeee&lt;br /&gt;Baby not the usually tonight we gettin unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;So tryyy to roll wit me baby (baby)&lt;br /&gt;I'm a make you feel like you never felt&lt;br /&gt;Girl all because you let me get unpredictable"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Unpredictable, Jamie Foxx feat. Ludacris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-113331652242882151?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/113331652242882151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=113331652242882151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/113331652242882151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/113331652242882151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/11/fragmented-jabber.html' title='Fragmented Jabber'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-113086647864155206</id><published>2005-11-01T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T13:00:05.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>**18th @ GOOSEBOWL 2005**</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dearest Jonathan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATS!!&lt;br /&gt;What a way to finish the touring season on a high note beating Torontula’s B team and ending well above Zen and MMV. We finished 2nd in our pool, 18th overall out of 42, went 5 and 2 this weekend, and improved on our initial seed by 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only was the weather beautiful, we played some of the sickest ultimate we’ve had this season. Each and every player on this team should be proud and extremely happy with their play. Everyone contributed with their intensity, experience and above all spirit, and each one of us has their own highlight reels! I.E. Greg tracking down one of Mark’s hucks in the end zone, sandwiched between a Torontula A player and a B player, Greg comes down with the disc for the point!!! Sooo sick...SOOOO SICK!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among all the crazy stuff we pulled out of the bag of tricks, I must mention the awesomeness plays courtesy of Sarah McKnight. The consistency of her throws up field, the easy dumps, pulling down floaters, D blocks, cup running, and those beautiful cuts; cup crashing no less! Absolutely wonderful! Keep it up girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, much thanks to John, Penny, Bronwyn, Sarah Kidd and Jeannette for playing. We couldn’t have done it without you guys, especially the ladies!! Oh, the joy’s of iron woman :P Bronwyn, I hope we didn’t break you :S You were awesome! Especially playing our first two games in runners and in mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks team for a wonderful season. I can’t wait until the season starts again. Hopefully we’ll be able to attend a few more tournaments next summer. Until then stay healthy, good luck with fall league, winter league, off season ultimate, school, work, and life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played hard and we ROCKED!!&lt;br /&gt;GO JONNY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!!&lt;br /&gt;Bon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/jongoose.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First and foremost I just wanted to say thanks to the team for always making me feel welcome to play with you guys. This was such a sick weekend and I was proud to be a part of Jonathan to help you guys through it. Even though the ranking ment nothing starting off 39th and then finishing 18th ahead of other competitive teams is pretty amazing .... (ahem Zen, MMV, Torontula).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this weekend has shown the team what its capable of when its operating on all cylinders and I personally think that you guys are ready to step up to the touring level. With a little guidence, refinement and side line support Jonathan could easily become Toronto's fourth touring team and consistently rival that of Zen and MMV. I've had the priviledge of playing with you guys several times this year, not to mention watching you play and I've noticed a huge developmental curve. Everytime I see you guys in action you cut harder and faster, you move the disc with more precision and with better decisions, you guys are constantly pulling in hard grabs against some tough players and you guys gel more and more as a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that amazes me the most about the team is its ability to adapt to the situation of the game. I know you've all heard of taking what the defence gives you but you guys take what the other team gives you and you run with it. This isn't something that can be taught, it comes from experience playing more often and with each other as well as its some what instinctual. The way the enitre team is always on the same page is the perfect building block to begin touring on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prime example is the transition between the Lobster game and the Torontula game. How many of you guys took one look at those teams and felt intimidated? Not once did I doubt the ability of Jonathan to give those guys a good run for their money. Lobster emphasized the short game and didn't want to toss anything into the wind. Jonathan responded by clogging their lanes, playing one HELL of a cup and running interference with their mids. Needless to say we shut them down HARD. Then with the Torontula game Tula wanted to stretch it long and use their speed. Again Jonathan was right with them matching them stride for stride, sky for sky, lay out for lay out, not to mention they're a university open and womens team combined. Jonathan kept the lanes open took advantage of poaches and capitalized on the majority of their mistakes. I distinctly remember Greg being sandwiched between an A player and a B player only to be the last one standing one handed with the disc with two Tula players at his feet. Vince held on to the disc despite being run over by Eli, Thomson was workin it as a handler and as a deep, Sarah had hands like glue in the mid and helped our transition into the red zone huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This team has so much potential to tour that I would like to see it happen, and if you guys want I'd be willing to help everyone develop individually and as a team for as far as I could take you.......which would be pretty far :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I was proud to say I played for Jonathan. Good times, excellent playing and hopefully I'll play with you guys sooner rather than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/teamjongoose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEAM JONATHAN GOOSEBOWL 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Back (L-R):Paul, Greg, Sam, Tony, Mark, Brad, Sarah, Jeannette&lt;br /&gt;Front: John, Me, Thomson, Vince, Penny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-113086647864155206?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/113086647864155206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=113086647864155206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/113086647864155206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/113086647864155206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/11/18th-goosebowl-2005_113086647864155206.html' title='**18th @ GOOSEBOWL 2005**'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-113003147706743373</id><published>2005-10-17T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T10:27:17.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Year Number One...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/wasaga.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderfully amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;All my love xoxo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-113003147706743373?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/113003147706743373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=113003147706743373' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/113003147706743373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/113003147706743373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/10/year-number-one.html' title='Year Number One...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-112909025052372372</id><published>2005-10-12T00:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T00:12:12.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Look?! ONE LOOK??!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/zoolander.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Blue Steal!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for the shitty photoshopping job, but this I had to post. More so cuz it crackes me up so much each and everytime I see it. Oh...I love my friends, I love exploiting their retardedness. Hehehe you guys always make me smile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-112909025052372372?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/112909025052372372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=112909025052372372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/112909025052372372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/112909025052372372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-look-one-look.html' title='One Look?! ONE LOOK??!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-112900511715958147</id><published>2005-10-11T00:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T21:41:21.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkeyfest 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thanksgiving would not be Thanksgiving without Turkeyfest stress and an extreme case of “Marthastewartitis”. Many thanks to all those who made the 4th annual Turkeyfest happen. Thanks to everyone who made my life easier with their quick responses and creative ideas, to those who came to appreciate the food and enjoy the crowd, and to those who kept me in check when I started rambling aka bitching about stupid shit. To my wonderful baby; my partner in crime for keeping me sane while keeping himself sane while keeping me sane. I couldn’t have done it without you. Btw, people are still raving about the jerk pork. Mmm Mark…hehee Under Trees…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Ray, we were so lost with out you!! :D We lost our turkey carver this year and nobody knew how to carve the 25lb turkey!! Thanks Batch for stepping up to the job, but damn Conjob, there was a turkey meal left on that carcass! Meh, more meat for turkey congee :P Mmm turkey congee…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, this year's menu turned out to be the best one by far. It can only get better from here :) …And what’s tradition without the Leafs losing once again. Oh dear, it’s going to be a very long and painful season. Anyways, it’s always a pleasure cooking for an appreciative crowd. Thanks for coming and I hope you all had an awesome Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 182px; HEIGHT: 187px" height="194" src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/shawn.jpg" width="195" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 182px; HEIGHT: 187px" height="194" src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/sean.jpg" width="186" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You guys are hilarious :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-112900511715958147?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/112900511715958147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=112900511715958147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/112900511715958147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/112900511715958147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/10/turkeyfest-2005.html' title='Turkeyfest 2005'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-112846358800108978</id><published>2005-10-04T16:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T21:31:30.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Treats.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I must say first time playing on a single gender team was extremely refreshing. Though my body wasn’t really prepared to play high level Ultimate, the mind was so damn willing, and it couldn’t resist the temptation in a chance to play with a bunch of wonderful chickas and once again attempt to prove that I can and will be able to make the sister to sister connection on the field! In fact we did, on a layout no less. Hard fought games and an insane amount of highlight reels in my mind; especially that damn toed sideline layout into the Western crowd courtesy of Cyn. Sick I tell yah…SICK!!! Thanks UW girls for having me, mucho luck at Uni Nats in Montreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/udubgirls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"U'DUB!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Congrats babe for becoming the official co-captain to Torontula’s B team. I’m glad all that time, energy, dedication, waking up at 5:00 am, going to bed at 9:00 pm and all ze hard work is being recognized and being put to good use. That’s right, mould those chumps into hard core Ultimate fighting machines!! LOL...ok stop looking at me like I’m retarded! BTW you have to stop telling me to address you Captain Mark quite frankly…its sorta kinky wouldn’t you say?…hahhaa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 23rd Birthday to Ray!! Never fails when you’re chilling with the friends you’ve known all your life; since kindergarten no less, to have an awesome time. Dinner was fun with Anita’s favourite waiter, escargots, oysters, calamari, conch (con.k), and lots of laughs. Cheers to old friends and good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/raysparkle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Misssttaaaa Spaaarkkkleee!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/group1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ray's the Stinky Cheeze Man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/nyimaandray.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/markandray.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look Conjob! We've found ze elephants!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/elephantass.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't ask...I don't know this man... :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/thepose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOL the "mainland china chinese" pose...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh dear, Mark and Ray look sooo au naturale...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And oh yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:225%;"&gt;Hockey’s back! Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;GO LEAFS GO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally something to ponder about from my Existentialism class:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We do not rest satisfied with the present. We anticipate the future as too slow in coming, as if in order to hasten its course; or we recall the past, to stop its too rapid flight. So imprudent are we that we wander in the times which are not ours, and do not think of the only one which belongs to us; and so idle are we that we dream of those times which are no more, and thoughtlessly over look that which alone exist. For the present is generally painful to us. We conceal it from our sight, because it troubles us; and if it be delightful to us, we regret to see it pass away. We try to sustain it by the future, and think of arranging matters which are not in our power, for a time which we have no certainty of reaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let each on examine his thoughts, and he will find them all occupied with the past and the future. We scarcely ever think of the present; and if we think of it, it is only to take light from it to arrange the future. The present is never our end. The past and present are our means; the future alone is our end. So we never live, but we hope to live; and, as we are always preparing to be happy, it is inevitable we should never be so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;~Pascal, Pensees, no. 172&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-112846358800108978?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/112846358800108978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=112846358800108978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/112846358800108978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/112846358800108978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/10/random-treats.html' title='Random Treats.'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-112770501126845748</id><published>2005-09-25T23:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T07:12:09.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM SUPER SUB!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am fall league's "Super-Sub".&lt;br /&gt;Come when I want, whenever I want!!&lt;br /&gt;I am antsy. I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;I am cranky. I am bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;I am pissy. I am needy.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely needy.&lt;br /&gt;Can you blame me?&lt;br /&gt;And frustrated and I just wanna cry.&lt;br /&gt;Over? Absolutely Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;But I am fall league "Super-Sub"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Ultimate has never failed to make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;Even at the worst of times.&lt;br /&gt;Day 23, 24, 25, 26, 27...*phew 28. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ok Baby, hug me.......................now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-112770501126845748?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/112770501126845748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=112770501126845748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/112770501126845748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/112770501126845748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-super-sub.html' title='I AM SUPER SUB!!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-112726706013903595</id><published>2005-09-20T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T13:03:23.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Ways to Know You've Been Playing Too Much Ultimate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Poached off ze internet &amp; it's very old but it still makes me laugh cuz it's sooooo true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Sigh...It's only been two weeks and I miss playing...I wanna play!!! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;30. You heckle the discus thrower at a track meet because he's too lame to throw a hammer. "The fans want a hammer!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. When pulled over for weaving over a double yellow line, you try to&lt;br /&gt;explain to the officer that he didn't have best perspective, and that&lt;br /&gt;it's your call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. You yell "PICK!" when someone weaves in front of you on the highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Bagels make you puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. You yell "Dive for that swill!!" at a baseball game when the first baseman misses an errant throw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. The moleskin won't come off your feet anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. People ask you what you do when you're not playing Ultimate, and you don't have an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. On the way to work, you accidentally yell, "Clear out!" to the cars in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. You've been to more tournaments than you've had vacation days this past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. You get confused by reading the directions, "poach fish in simmering broth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. When you call a meeting at work, you ask your coworkers to "bring it in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. The following words have no place in the supermarket for you: "Mr. Bubble," "Arm &amp;amp; Hammer" "Tuna," "Ozone," "Lady Godiva."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. "Toast" reminds you of a nickname before it reminds you of bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Your cleats haven't had a chance to dry in two months (okay, maybe this is just the Pacific Northwest).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The idea of "pigs eating swill" makes you laugh, 'cause c'mon; a pig laying out for a d-block?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The drain filter in your shower is for catching turf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. When headcount issues come up at work, you offer to "rosham-keep-job" with your boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When someone talks about visiting a town and you mention that you've been there and they ask "oh, how was it?" and you can only give them directions to the local Ultimate fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Every vacation you take includes a tournament in there somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You use words such as "poach" or "taco" in everyday conversation, as in:&lt;br /&gt;*"Can I poach some of your fries?"&lt;br /&gt;*"This CD isn't working, I think it's tacoed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You show up to meetings at work on "ultimate time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You consider ultimate cheers fine literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The man you're guarding yells "poach!" before the disc is checked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You accidentally yell "UP!" while watching Monday Night Football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your most comfortable shoes are your cleats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You start wearing skirts when not playing disc (and you're a guy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You feel cheated when your reverse-spin-upside-down-behind-the-back- no-look-push-pass for a goal gets called "swill".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you don't play disc for 2-3 days in a row, you forget to take showers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You high five all your teammates when you win a Ro Sham for the pull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You start to like the nickname "Swill Boy". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-112726706013903595?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/112726706013903595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=112726706013903595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/112726706013903595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/112726706013903595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/09/30-ways-to-know-youve-been-playing-too.html' title='30 Ways to Know You&apos;ve Been Playing Too Much Ultimate.'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-112663808870694323</id><published>2005-09-13T14:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T22:02:57.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TIER 2 CHAMPIONS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was an awesome season and we ended it off with style. And to think we were probably the only team that didn’t pick up subs (though there were plenty to spare). Savage early Saturday morning and a universe point win against the top seed in our pool Sunday set pace to crushing our opponents in the final 15 – 4, BOOYEAH!! Hard fought games all weekend and we brought ours. Impressive season Jonathan and I look forward to again steppin’ up our game and rippin’ it up next summer. YEAH JONNY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="256" src="http://www.barrieultimate.com/gallery/albums/userpics/10004/normal_spirit13.jpg" width="378" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Congrats to:&lt;br /&gt;Regular Season MVP (male): Bradley (runner up, Vince)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Regular Season MVP (female): Sarah K., Christine, Jojo (3-way tie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;MIP 2005: Sarah M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Playoff MVP (male): Bradley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Playoff MVP (female): Bonnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-112663808870694323?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/112663808870694323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=112663808870694323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/112663808870694323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/112663808870694323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/09/tier-2-champions.html' title='TIER 2 CHAMPIONS!!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-112610299053602804</id><published>2005-09-07T10:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T15:58:18.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shits &amp; Giggles of Summer's End.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/cottageline2.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/cottageline.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-112610299053602804?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/112610299053602804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=112610299053602804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/112610299053602804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/112610299053602804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/09/shits-giggles-of-summers-end.html' title='The Shits &amp; Giggles of Summer&apos;s End.'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-112381147429213455</id><published>2005-08-11T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T21:56:23.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Body Hates Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;London Calling was awesome! Not as great of fields as Ottawa, but it was nice. Two Beautiful weekend in a row with lots of sun and a nasty sock line to show off...yes...long socks...yes...uh ew :P Nonetheless it was fun both on the field and off. MMV played some hot Ulti though the scores didn't reflect the way we played. And Zen; 5 and 1…:) I can’t stop smiling baby. I love the way you look when you get so excited and pumped up. The way you talk, the way you smile, the way you tell me how everything gelled and how everything worked and how this and how that and then let out this satisfied sigh with that grin of yours…I love it when you’re soooo content. Soooo proud of you, hot playing baby…keep it up *muah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;P.S. Thank Auntie Bev for having us…Mmm ribs and pasta dinners… :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So yah, you know you’ve had too much Ulti, sun and work when your back is in so much pain you need advil…liquid gel caps no less. Jumpin’ from London weekend, straight to Wasaga Monday morning and Jonathan game in the evening…(ohh but it felt so good at the time…) So much pain, lower back, right calf seizing up, left ankle pinching…but yah, all scabs have fallen off…YEAH! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hehehe…c’est la vie…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 4 weeks left until school starts. Chillin’ it out this weekend so my body will love me again, then Barrie, then Pull-for-a Cure…OHHH…I’m looking for pledges and donations for the Charity Ultimate Tournament “Pull-for-a Cure” Saturday, August 27th benefiting the Canadian Cancer Society. Anything helps, nothing’s too small…Let me know if you wanna play or donate…thanks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And lastly CUC Winnepeg, mucho luck Liquid...play hard and kick some ass :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-112381147429213455?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/112381147429213455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=112381147429213455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/112381147429213455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/112381147429213455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-body-hates-me.html' title='My Body Hates Me'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-112295869409354027</id><published>2005-08-02T00:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T18:41:37.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ottawa Doesn't Disappoint...Mmm LTV</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ottawa couldn't have come at a better time with the week that most of us had. Needless to say, the past week leading up to the weekend was cruel. Shawn and his demonic camp kids, Mark and his last minute work schedules, Connie and her *effed up job, and well…me and my endless service to Starbucks crazed addicts. “Where’s my Frappuccino I ordered a fucken Frappuccino.” *sigh…So in a sense the weekend was well needed and we definitely deserved every bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Shits and giggles, Konga bongos, clean crisp Ottawa air, sunny blue skies, lush-green-soft-cushy-thick-turf that many Toronto Ultimate league players will never ever see in their life time, LTV, good ole Ultimate, and above all chillin’ it all out with awesome company. Thanks Zen for having me and I can’t wait until London next weekend. Thanks Eric for dealing with res and Mark for dealing with Eric so we don't have to...heeheh. I mean thanks Mark for driving and making such good time there and back. 3 am on the dot and bongos until 4... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Good laughs, good food, good friends, good times…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/arm_wrestle_cyn_shawn.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah Cyn, bust out those pipes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/ltv.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ohhh...LTV you make us sooo happy :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/handdryer1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/handdryer2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel the power??!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/handdryer3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uh Oh, Mark and that crazy "I think I have an idea" look...is that a piece of pita in your mouth?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/handdryer4.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMG! LOOK AT THAT SKIN RIPPLE!!! LOL :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/tradition.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There goes the quads again...it's not the same without a fourth &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 236px; HEIGHT: 235px" height="401" src="http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/kissbw.jpg" width="309" /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, that's my baby...you so sexy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-112295869409354027?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/112295869409354027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=112295869409354027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/112295869409354027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/112295869409354027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/08/ottawa-doesnt-disappointmmm-ltv.html' title='Ottawa Doesn&apos;t Disappoint...Mmm LTV'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-112068981383653795</id><published>2005-07-06T18:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T20:50:46.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Misty Falls and a Weirdo on the Bus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Seems like every time the three of us plan an event, we come home at least 10 lbs heavier. You know you've eaten too much when you have trouble breathing. More so when your trying to force down a normally small slice of cheesecake by eating it faster to minimize the chance of gagging. *tsk *tsk we blame you Anita :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nonetheless it was fun and to anyone who's looking to go to Niagara Falls for a day trip...Grab a friends Player's Advantage Club card for Casino Niagara &amp; Fallsview and SAVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coach Canada bus ticket (w/ Player's Advantage  Club card): $12.79&lt;br /&gt;Lunch Buffet at Fallsview: $14.90&lt;br /&gt;Redeem in cash or chips off the cost of the bus ticket : $10.00&lt;br /&gt;Watching Bonnie step into a divit in the grass and nearly breaking her ankle: Priceless.&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;i&gt;stupid Ray first to laugh!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;SO...assuming that you are not tempted by the poker, blackjack tables, or even the damn slots...a day at Niagara Falls plus lunch will only cost you $17.69. Not bad I'll say. And remember to get your own card when you get there. All you need is your drivers licence and five minutes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Next outing: &lt;b&gt;Taste of the Danforth Saturday August 6th 2005.&lt;/b&gt; Exactly a month away :P Oh no! More eating!! Mmm beef, pork, chicken souvlaki, ice cream waffle cakes, grilled "ou chap", and 7-11 big gulp slushies!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/43/48/3098434/14271651938917l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-112068981383653795?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/112068981383653795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=112068981383653795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/112068981383653795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/112068981383653795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/07/misty-falls-and-weirdo-on-bus.html' title='Misty Falls and a Weirdo on the Bus'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-112041058204862525</id><published>2005-07-03T12:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T22:51:41.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooh Canada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happy Canada Day looong weekend...&lt;br /&gt;Sun, BBQ's, chillin' by the pool side, and fireworks. Not too shabby, not too shabby at all. But still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sooo much left to do! Sooo much I wanna do! Sooo little time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike through&gt;.0702 - Happy 23rd Birthday Nyima!&lt;br /&gt;.0704 - Happy 23rd Birthday William!&lt;br /&gt;.0705 - Niagara Falls w/ Ray &amp; Anita&lt;br /&gt;.0706 - Happy 23rd Birthday Anita!&lt;br /&gt;.0706-0717 - 2005 Fringe Festival&lt;br /&gt;.0708-0724 - Summerlicious 2005 Begins&lt;br /&gt;.0708-0710 - Toronto Street Festival&lt;br /&gt;.0709-0710 - CUPA Mixed Ontario Regionals &lt;i&gt;Toronto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.0715 - Charlie and the Chocolate Factory opens&lt;br /&gt;.0716-0717 - Mid-Season Tournament&lt;br /&gt;.0718 - Happy 25th Birthday Kathy!&lt;/strike through&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.0723 - Canada's Wonderland&lt;br /&gt;.0730-0731 - Co-ed Jamboree &lt;i&gt;Ottawa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.0803 - Summer school ends! Yippie!!&lt;br /&gt;.0805-0807 - Taste of the Danforth&lt;br /&gt;.0811 - Happy 13th Birthday Amy!&lt;br /&gt;.0813 - Naviagate the Streets&lt;br /&gt;.0819-0905 - Canadian National Exhibition&lt;br /&gt;.0901-0905 - Camping&lt;br /&gt;.0912 - Back to School...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half way through summer and it's been great, maybe a little hectic but its aaalll goood; work, school, ultimate, family, friends, mark :P Fitting it all in one day at a time :) Regionals this weekend, should be good...lots of photos to come! In the mean time, my fav photo so far this summer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/43/48/3098434/13779452031640l.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Chillin' with my girls...Babealicious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-112041058204862525?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/112041058204862525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=112041058204862525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/112041058204862525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/112041058204862525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/07/ooh-canada.html' title='Ooh Canada...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-111687957309640487</id><published>2005-05-23T16:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T00:05:20.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Somethings are Priceless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've always loved getting mail. My fave has always been good ol' fashion snail mail. There's just something about people putting in that lil extra something just for lil ol' me. On the odd occasion, I get wonderfully sweet emails that totally catches me off guard and puts a smile on my face. Thanks Ryan for sending me these awesome pics, your so sweet and it totally made my evening. Duckie's in the sky!! When I'm sober!!! Lovely, absolutely lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://mi6.aacdn.us/BaybeeDuckie_5/duck1.jpg" width="182" align="left" /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://mi6.aacdn.us/BaybeeDuckie_5/duck2.jpg" width="182" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;They're so adorable!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;OOohh...Last Thursday was fun. I probably ate too much but it was just that good :D It's amazing how good food like music brings out particular memories and often a sense of nostalgic. The last time I had apple pork soup was back in the day at Langley with my grams and my mom. It was good then, It’s good now. Peking Duck, Lettuce Wraps, Veggies, Ying Yang beef. Mmmm...Thanks Ray!! VIP card and all eh? High roller :D Another wonderful BRA day. *Sigh...I can't believe I'm using that term...Stop rolling your eyes Ray, you can't run away from the labels Anita invents....That's right, I posted the pictures!! We're sofa king we todd it...LOL....xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi6.aacdn.us/BaybeeDuckie_5/BandW.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi6.aacdn.us/BaybeeDuckie_5/KingsGarden.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Check out those pearly whites!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-111687957309640487?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/111687957309640487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=111687957309640487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/111687957309640487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/111687957309640487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/05/somethings-are-priceless.html' title='Somethings are Priceless'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-111629291638014943</id><published>2005-05-16T20:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T23:07:18.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me hear you say, this shit is bananas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;B-A-N-A-N-A-S!!&lt;/span&gt; LOL! Oh the joys of shits and giggles. Who'd ever knew going to a Jays game would be so much fun. The last time I was at a Jays game in the Skydome (Yes it's called the Skydome and it will always be called the Skydome!!) was grade eight, the good ol' days of crushing over Alex Gonzalez. Ahhhhh......ahem....yeah....so I was saying, it was quite the day. Seated in the first row right behind first base. We were so close to the new turf we can smell the plastic. Figuratively. The Jays swept KC Royals, I got sun kissed, and we caught three foul balls...well two of which were given to us by the ball boys, and one we had to yell at Eric to pick up. I can't believe you gave up and sat down when it was only three feet away!! Oh wait, I forgot who I was talking to :P Hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thanks Eric for inviting us, don't think I'll ever sit that close ever again :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi9.aacdn.us/BaybeeDuckie_2/bluejays.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;TUF this weekend was hot. Oh it felt so good to be cleated up and running on grass again. Jonathan basically picked up from where we left off from last years playoffs and took four of our five games. Brought some hot hot monster D as well as endless spirit. Damn universe point, oooh sooo close. I can't wait until Gender Blender it should be some good times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi6.aacdn.us/BaybeeDuckie_5/teamjonathan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Team Jonathan&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi2.aacdn.us/Baybeeduckie_6/zenbodhi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Zen Asylum vs. Bodhi&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi2.aacdn.us/Baybeeduckie_6/zenbodhi4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Just outta reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi2.aacdn.us/Baybeeduckie_6/zenbodhi3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Mark and his trademark yellow Michigan cap...you so sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-111629291638014943?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/111629291638014943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=111629291638014943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/111629291638014943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/111629291638014943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/05/let-me-hear-you-say-this-shit-is.html' title='Let me hear you say, this shit is bananas'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-111439638091362575</id><published>2005-04-24T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T08:43:59.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There is Nothing Else to Do But Smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me on Friday night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I have to cancel it. It's going to rain...*teary eyed *sniff *sniff..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok, maybe I was just being a suck, but shitty weather on my birthday last Wednesday, and the forecast of heavy rain for Spring Fling was not sitting all that well. Thanks a million baby for always finding some way of making things right, making things as perfect as they can be. It's now two in a row that we had to move location with such last minute notice!! Thanks guys for always being so flexible...I’m crossing my fingers; this summer we should have a few that'll run smoother…hopefully. In any case it was quite a success and I couldn't have done it without Mark and his wonderful parents, who cleaned all day, and for having us on such short notice. Like Ivan said, it’s been a long while since we've chilled like that. Cranium, Poker, endless laughs, shits &amp; giggles…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn &amp;amp; Jen: &lt;i&gt;“You don’t understand, we can’t leave!”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con to Shawn: &lt;i&gt;“It’s a SESAME LOAF!!...ITS A SESAME LOAF!!”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con to Shawn: &lt;i&gt;“hive moon…NO…BEE MOON!!! BEE MOOON!!!”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn reciting lines from Dave Chapelle…&lt;br /&gt;Sean from across the room: &lt;i&gt;“WHHHHUUUUTTT!!!”&lt;/i&gt; Shawn: &lt;i&gt;“eerr…umm…yeah…”&lt;/i&gt; :P Hehee…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone for bringing such awesome selection of goodies. Mmm Andrew and his deep fried buttermilk chicken, Joanna’s yummy tiramisu cake, Kathy and the ginormous platter of orgasmic strawberries, Anita &amp; Ivan’s yummy garlic bread, Ray's still frozen cocktail shrimps, Andrea’s portabello mushroom patties, Kristy’s rice crispy squares, Jen’s mac salad, I think it was Thuong’s fried rice, Theepan’s mango salad, and all the beautiful things everyone brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi4.aacdn.us/BaybeeDuckie_4/cake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;I can’t believe you got me a cake. With pink icing and no less! You’re crazy…&lt;br /&gt;ipod Shuffle + SOLOMON GUNDY = one very satisfied &amp; happy girl...*muah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi4.aacdn.us/BaybeeDuckie_4/shitsandgiggles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being silly with my Baby...You always find ways to make me smile :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Good times, great company, great friends and many memories. Thanks Baby for making things happen, for being you, for loving me. xoxo Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-111439638091362575?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/111439638091362575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=111439638091362575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/111439638091362575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/111439638091362575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/04/there-is-nothing-else-to-do-but-smile.html' title='There is Nothing Else to Do But Smile.'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-111413900408031073</id><published>2005-04-21T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T23:08:31.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Flingamajig</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My mind is trying not to admit it but my body is caving in, especially my right eye. It's been twitchin for three weeks now. My uncle says its due to lack of sleep, he's probably right even if I don't want to admit it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My room is a mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the morning of my 23rd birthday scrubing and mopping the bathroom and kitchen. No Ray, I am not domesticated!! *rolling eyes. Needless to say, I was feeling the gloomy weather on my birthday so it was rather tame. Con sent me a poem from Montreal attached with some unexpected suprises so I was content. (Duh. I'm so oblivious :P) And I got to spend the day chillin' with my baby. (I can't believe you made me wait!) Dinner was yummy and going out to the park to toss was nice, even with the wind and coldness. My birthdays have traditionally landed on crappy weather so I basically felt it in my bones that it was going to either rain or be windy &amp;amp; cold like a bitch, lucky me I got both this year. I guess it was an alright day, it could've been worst. I'm crossing my fingers Saturday's going to be nice, i'll even take overcast if i have to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*sigh...I still have to clear out the bunnies in my room and in the living room. I shouldn't really call them bunnies. They're more like vicious twelve foot rabbits with fangs. Yes. The dust is that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going to crawl to a corner and cry. *AH-CHOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-111413900408031073?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/111413900408031073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=111413900408031073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/111413900408031073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/111413900408031073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/04/spring-flingamajig.html' title='Spring Flingamajig'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-111360404839325533</id><published>2005-04-15T18:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T18:51:33.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly Wicked</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Could I have possibly pulled a Ray? Despite the four hours of sleep last night, with the immediate waking to a straight six hours of writing the last five pages of my last minute paper that I had oh say, three weeks to prepare for, I must say a grande-caramel afgado-no whip-java chip frappucino blended coffee, although made wrong and given to me with the call off of "grande afgado watever" with a side of attitude is sitting pretty well. *Breathe. I hate the Starbucks at Bathurst and Wilson, I digress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I guess the five straight days of sunshine and last nights unbelievably awesome performance @ the Canon Theater has not yet worn off, or it could quite possibly be the caffeine talking. Nonetheless, I am free. From school. For the next two weeks. But...not really free from doing the rest of the things that are lined up to be done. Dang. For now I'll naively bask in the illusion that for the next little while I can relatively roam around town with little stress. *knock on wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi0.aacdn.us/BaybeeDuckie_3/Untitled-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So YEAH...WICKED WAS AWESOME!!! I mean I guess I could be biased since I'm in love with extravagant theater productions and can get pretty giddy when set designs and costume designs are ridiculously gorgeous. That and the fact that the last time I went to the theater was in grade 10 to see Rent. Nonetheless, the storyline was wonderfully refreshing. Not only did they fill in the gaps that the original Wizard of Oz had left unanswered, but it also brought up numerous social issues that are amongst our world today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Of all the good and wonderful things of Wicked, what I enjoyed most was the revitalizing feeling of being able to see genuine talent and actual singing. To say the least, I’m sure most of us have been mentally drained from hearing shit; which would be an understatement, from the likes of Ashlee Simpson, Lindsay Lohan &amp;amp; Co. Sadly it was rather disappointing to over hear one of the tweens talk about how they can see Wicked as a Disney production. *Siiighhh. Too bad the shows decided to head down to Chicago rather then stay here in Toronto. It would be wonderful to see it again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What can I say? I left the theater beaming. So what if my feet were in pain from the damn stilettos, bottom line it was good, sooo damn good. Thanks baby for a wonderful evening, and it was totally worth me procrastating and getting all excited for. More so thanks for being so patient with me when I was completely whining, bitching, and ultimately stressing about my essay. C is for connotation, D is for denotation...stupid big words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Baby :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-111360404839325533?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/111360404839325533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=111360404839325533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/111360404839325533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/111360404839325533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/04/truly-wicked.html' title='Truly Wicked'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-111300951690603144</id><published>2005-04-08T19:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T23:24:42.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Showers Bringing Sunshine &amp; Rainbows</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's true that nothing worth doing is ever easy. I'm just glad I'm still naive enough to still be motivated in doing what I do. Nonetheless I can’t complain. I am at this moment wonderfully grateful to be at the place I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is out in a week and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALREADY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my summer is relatively booked up. Between school, work, internships, family, my partner in crime, friends, ultimate, etcetera, etcetera…the summer’s just going to zip by…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*twitch *twitch...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Damn this right eye’s been twitching for a WEEK!!! Can you tell I’m exhausted?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much left to do, so little time…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;0414 Wicked with Mark @ 8:00pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;0415 VISC 3B38 Final Essay DUE @ 5:00pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;0416 Jason R’s Birthday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;0417 Jonathan begins practice @ 1:00pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;0418 My Baby’s Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;0419 SCHOOLS OUT/National Advertising Awards Festival Canada Cannes Competition (0419-22)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;0420 My Birthday…ugh, 23 :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;0423 Spring Fling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;0424 Starbucks Summer Training 10:00am – 1:00pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;0427 Mom’s Birthday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;0429 Cyn’s Birthday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;0501 Scholarship Deadlines&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;0504 Doc’s appointment @ 10:00am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;0518 SOSC 3B02 starts 6:00pm -9:00pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;0520 Hannah’s 2nd Birthday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;0523 TUC SUMMER LEAGUE BEGINS!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on and on and on…Then again, it’s what I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*twitch *twitch…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It’s going to be one sick summer…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-111300951690603144?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/111300951690603144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=111300951690603144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/111300951690603144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/111300951690603144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/04/spring-showers-bringing-sunshine.html' title='Spring Showers Bringing Sunshine &amp; Rainbows'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-111247991667994285</id><published>2005-04-02T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T17:21:58.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Presentation Due in Two Days, Essay in One Week...Ooh, Another Survey Courtesy of Nyima Huet :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Damn I can't do this survey, not after reading what Nyima wrote...LOL you always have the best answers for these!! I still have the last one from which your sister sent out a reply telling everyone and I quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I had to reply all just to tell my baby brother that you are an ass! Avery funny and loveable one at that. Sure you don't want to writesitcoms or something? Seinfeld is coming out with a new show, just sendthis as a resume............."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End quote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That's it, I'm posting them to share with the world, and you can't stop me!! Hehee, I love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURVEY #1. (from sooo long ago, resulted in Ishma's reply)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WHAT IS YOUR NICK-NAME? Sunshyne, Neemers, Pantrum, Huggybear, ThePan-Man, the Prince of Darkness (though it's been a few hundred yearssince i was commonly known as that one)&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT COLOR PANTS ARE YOU WEARING? Washed-out Black Denim&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? Cold Hard Bitch&lt;br /&gt;4. DO U HAVE A SECRET CRUSH? uhhhh....it's a secret&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? I dunno, i didn't catch her name&lt;br /&gt;6. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOUR WOULD YOU BE? Is it a law thateveryone of these fuckin' surveys has to ask this question? I meanwhat'sthe relevance of what crayon you'd be? What exactly does thattell you about that person? But just for the record I'd be Fire EngineRed, cause im burnin with passion babeeee!&lt;br /&gt;7. HOW IS THE WEATHER RIGHT NOW? Well it's raining, but at least it'swarm&lt;br /&gt;8. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? i dunno, some lady thatcalled my work&lt;br /&gt;9. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX? whether or notthey really are a member of the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;10. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT YOU THIS? Lee Lee? she's a party&lt;br /&gt;11. HOW ARE YOU TODAY? I dunno...who's askin?&lt;br /&gt;12. FAVORITE DRINK NON ALCOHOLIC? Non-alcoholic? Does such a thingexist? You're kidding right?&lt;br /&gt;13. FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK? I thought you were...well it reallydepends on the occasion and what im eating and many other factors...butyou can never go wrong with a nice bottle of whiskey...sweet preciouswhiskey&lt;br /&gt;14. FAVORITE SPORT? there's nothing like wrestling between the sheetswith a very hot girl you've never met before and doesn't even desrve tohave a name&lt;br /&gt;15. HAIR COLOR? Black with natural brown and red highlights&lt;br /&gt;16. EYE COLOR? a very soft chestnut brown&lt;br /&gt;17. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? no...well...not yet&lt;br /&gt;18.HOW DO YOU SLEEP? with a breast in one hand and a thigh in theother&lt;br /&gt;19.FAVORITE FOOD? there's nothing like a traditional home cooked Frenchcuisine&lt;br /&gt;20. SCHOOL U ATTEND AND FORM? York U&lt;br /&gt;21. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? In the theatre...Passion of theChrist...those devil kids were freaky&lt;br /&gt;22. FAVORITE DAY(S) OF THE YEAR? Every day&lt;br /&gt;23. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT? No...Yes....Maybe....I dunno&lt;br /&gt;24. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS BETTER? Scary movies...happy endingsjust create false hope&lt;br /&gt;25. SUMMER OR WINTER? Spring&lt;br /&gt;25.b) Rainy season OR Dry season? Hockey Season&lt;br /&gt;26. HUGS OR KISSES? Both&lt;br /&gt;27. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS? Relationships...but one nightstands are fun too...they're usually more exciting&lt;br /&gt;28. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA ICE CREAM? Mint chocolate chip&lt;br /&gt;29. DO YOU WANT YOUR FRIENDS TO WRITE BACK? Sure, but they're probtired of me sending these all the time and wil just delete it&lt;br /&gt;30. WHO IS MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? I dunno&lt;br /&gt;31. WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? everyone&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT BOOK(S) ARE YOU READING? How to Read a Film&lt;br /&gt;35. FAVORITE BOARD GAME? that would have to be between Trivial Pursuitand Around the World In Bed...Im not joking, that's a real game&lt;br /&gt;36. WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT? nothin...chatted online mostly&lt;br /&gt;37. FAVORITE SMELL? shampoo and conditioner&lt;br /&gt;38. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THEMORNING? Damn, it's that time already?&lt;br /&gt;39.WHAT IS THE FIRST THING THAT YOU LOOK FOR IN A BOY/GIRL? Hygiene&lt;br /&gt;40.WHICH ANIMAL DO YOU LIKE THE MOST AS A PET?Women...hahahahahaha...yeah that's right I said it*Please note thatthese answers were made in jest and were not meant to be takenseriously. If I have offended you in any way, shape or form, well thanyou need to go out and make some friends...and pet cats don't count asfriends...you need real friends, human friends that you didn't meet inone of your feminist groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURVEY #2 (most recent, somethings never change. then again, why change a good thing :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First Name: aren't you gonna buy me a drink first?&lt;br /&gt;2. Were you named after anyone? no, the only famouspeople with my name were born after me&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you wish on stars? I thought I was, but theyturnedout to be satellites&lt;br /&gt;4. When did you last cry? Just now when I discoveredcrappy movies like the Notebook are stillcirculating...and people wonderwhy the cost of goingto the movies hasgone up so much&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like your handwriting? of course, it's theshiznik&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favourite lunch meat? raw salmonwrapped in rice and seaweed&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your birth date? "I am a traveller of bothtime and space..."&lt;br /&gt;8 what is your most embarrassing CD? After carefulanalysis of my collection I'm afraid i have to saySpice World...although I have a feeling my sister putit there to save herself from embarrassment because ihave no recollection of purchasing this cd orreceiving it as a gift. After all my sisterdid go toa New Kids on the Block concert.&lt;br /&gt;9. If you were another person, would YOU be friendswith you? Of course, I'd be all over me. I meandamn, I'm sexy, how could I not want to be friendswith a beautiful person such as myself.&lt;br /&gt;10. Are you a daredevil? Depends, are you daring meto answer the question?&lt;br /&gt;11. Have you ever told a secret you swore not to tell? I don't swear, I'm a gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;12. Do looks matter? pfff, what kind of question isthat? Of course they do. A beautiful person such asmyself can't be associated with ugos.&lt;br /&gt;13. How do you release anger? I scrunch it into a tinylittle ball way deep down inside meuntil im ready tounleash mywrath on the unsuspecting public.&lt;br /&gt;14. Where is your second home? Second? I'm not evensure if I have first. I did see a nice refrigeratorbox over by Yonge and Front.&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you trust others easily? I dunno, who's asking?&lt;br /&gt;16. What was your favourite toy as a child? Easy,He-man. It was my favourite toy then, and it's myfavourite toy now. I mean c'mon, somebody has gottastop theevil forces of Skeletor.&lt;br /&gt;17. What class in high school do you think was totallyuseless? Math with Mr. Richards&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Nooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;20. What are your nicknames? Neem, Neemers, Sexy-Boy&lt;br /&gt;21. Would you bungee jump? ammmmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?no, You can't untie what wasn't tied in the firstplace&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you think that you are strong? hmmmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;24. What's your favourite ice cream flavour? mintchocolate chip&lt;br /&gt;25. Shoe Size? What are you really trying to ask?&lt;br /&gt;26. Red/pink? Pink is the new Orange&lt;br /&gt;27. What is your least favourite thing about yourself?My need to spend hours on these surveys&lt;br /&gt;28. Who/What do you miss most? HAHAHAHA, i'm not goingto answer that question.&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you want everyone you send this to send itback? sure why not&lt;br /&gt;30. What colour pants and shoes are you wearing? myvintage style hammer pants and doc martins...can'ttouch this doo doo doo doo&lt;br /&gt;31. What are you listening to right now? A bottle ofwhiskey is telling me to drink it. What? You want meto drink you? But i'm in the middle of something&lt;br /&gt;32. Last thing you ate? I can't seem to remember hername&lt;br /&gt;33. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be?baby blue&lt;br /&gt;34. What is the weather like right now? well, there'sa high preasure system coming up from theGulf ofMexicowhich is causing...&lt;br /&gt;35. Last person you talked to on the phone?hahahaha... Phone?&lt;br /&gt;36. First thing you notice about the opposite sex?Eyes, legs, breastesess, what they're wearing, and howwell they're co-oridnated, hair colour, hair length,hair style, whether or not they're with another guy(that one always seems to get me into trouble)&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you like the person who sent this to you? yeahI suppose, she is my "sister"&lt;br /&gt;39. Favourite Sport? usually it's hockey, but sincethose bastards running the leagueand union stabbeduscanadian hockey fans in the back, I"m gonna have tosay Cricket&lt;br /&gt;40. Hair Colour? It dark brown until i shaved it thismorning&lt;br /&gt;41. Eye Colour? soft brown&lt;br /&gt;42. Do you wear contacts? no&lt;br /&gt;43. Favourite Food? sushi&lt;br /&gt;44. Last Movie You Watched? The Girl Next Door&lt;br /&gt;45. Favourite Day of the Year? pay day, I just can'tseem to get enough of it&lt;br /&gt;46. Scary Movies or Happy Endings? Scary movies, happyendings are too depressing&lt;br /&gt;47. Summer or winter? spring&lt;br /&gt;48. Hugs or Kisses? both, snif sniff&lt;br /&gt;49. Your Favourite Dessert? mint chocolatechip icecream&lt;br /&gt;50. Who Is Most Likely To Respond? probably no one&lt;br /&gt;51. Who Is Least Likely To Respond? probably everyone&lt;br /&gt;52. What Books Are You Reading? Reading for Dummies&lt;br /&gt;53 Your Mouse Pad? sure&lt;br /&gt;54.What Did You Watch Last night on TV? Magnum PI&lt;br /&gt;55. Favourite smell? Shampoo&lt;br /&gt;56. what is the furthest you've been from home? Home?&lt;br /&gt;57. who is your favourite singer\band? Led Zeppelin,Shirley Bassy, Louis Armstrong, Queen&lt;br /&gt;58. Next vacation? I have no where to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-111247991667994285?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/111247991667994285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=111247991667994285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/111247991667994285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/111247991667994285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/04/presentation-due-in-two-days-essay-in.html' title='Presentation Due in Two Days, Essay in One Week...Ooh, Another Survey Courtesy of Nyima Huet :)'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-111199211401033176</id><published>2005-03-28T01:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T08:22:47.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooh Fucken Lemons, My Fav...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not go gentle into that good night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Rage, rage against the dying of the light."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;~Dylan Thomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Handed the shorter end of the stick, so I'm gonna fucken make the best outta it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And you know why? Because I owe it to myself to, and it's fucken worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-111199211401033176?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/111199211401033176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=111199211401033176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/111199211401033176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/111199211401033176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/03/ooh-fucken-lemons-my-fav.html' title='Ooh Fucken Lemons, My Fav...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-111146869700427847</id><published>2005-03-22T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T00:31:33.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Absolutely Love The Way You Look When Your So Content.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can't help but smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first REAL Raptors game @ the ACC and it was good. Raptors won while LeBron James made history with 56 pts. Merry X'mas Baby! I'm glad you had fun. Perfect seats for the perfect game :) Mmm...and ALL-YOU-CAN-EAT sushi....MMMMmmm suuuusshiii.....hehee! OK, it was good @ the time, probably not the best choice when you have an ultimate game less than an hour away from eating. BUT STILL!! Mmm SUSHI!! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Raptors game, Sushi, Ultimate, Movie, a beautiful Sunday with my baby. Your content? I'm content :) ...xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-111146869700427847?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/111146869700427847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=111146869700427847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/111146869700427847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/111146869700427847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-absolutely-love-way-you-look-when.html' title='I Absolutely Love The Way You Look When Your So Content.'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-111127383731464283</id><published>2005-03-19T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T18:24:44.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Toast n' Eggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When Connie says she can't cook, she's not telling the truth. Well...hmmm...I guess I'll have to elaborate. Connie probably can't roast 30 lbs turkeys, but she sure can whip up some nice breakfast. Mmm toast n' egg sandwich :P Yeah, yeah, shut up! I'll take what I can get, especially when I'm up @ 6:30am finishing a project. Mucho thx babe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been one hell of a week, and I'm so grateful for those around me who always come through. Whether it'd be breakfast, dealing with f*cken OSAP people, hugs, virtual hugs, kisses, surprise visits, sudden ultimate games etc... YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME!! XOXO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also recently started my deviantART site (first link on the right), since a few people have been rambling on about how I should get one. Damn, so many sites to maintain, so many more reasons to procrastinate...Enjoy :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi0.aacdn.us/BaybeeDuckie_3/booyea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's sorta stop stinging, but damn it's going to be a wicked scar!! BOOYEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-111127383731464283?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/111127383731464283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=111127383731464283' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/111127383731464283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/111127383731464283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/03/toast-n-eggs.html' title='Toast n&apos; Eggs'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-111111388147521105</id><published>2005-03-17T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T21:47:16.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Like Crap? Play Ultimate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And it was goooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I decided to go. Pain was good. In fact, rug burn never felt better. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ohh how I'm going to feel this tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It stings!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It stings!&lt;/span&gt;Ugh! If it wasn't for 8:30 am classes, I'd be like green beer here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Back to reality...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-111111388147521105?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/111111388147521105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=111111388147521105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/111111388147521105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/111111388147521105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/03/feeling-like-crap-play-ultimate.html' title='Feeling Like Crap? Play Ultimate.'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-111090730234806316</id><published>2005-03-15T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T12:38:45.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Probably Just PMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The TTC was never designed for fat people. It probably will never be since those who design them are upper class, Caucasian males, approx. 5'11", 160-180 lbs, who never have to lug around a knapsack, let alone groceries, and/or baby strollers, and definitely would never ever need to ride public transit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That being said, here starts my rant. Obese people should never ever attempt to squeeze themselves into the middle seats in the subway. They were never designed to accommodate those with big butts. Hell, they barely fit an average person with their snow gear on a cold winter’s day!! In fact, the asshole that put in the middle seat probably thought it was some sick joke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“OOOhhh let me put in another seat, it can’t really fit anyone, but it’ll be fucken hilarious watching people try.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I’d say it’s almost the equivalent to trying to squeeze in to jeans that barely zip up. Just cause they zip up doesn’t mean that they fit. You still got your rolls hanging out the sides and that’s never pretty. At least give those who have to look at that some courtesy. Like the two people that are equally squished against the sides when you sit down. And those on the sides are either a) annoyed that they are being squished when they got to their seats first. b) annoyed that they have to make a decision whether to move or not with or without offending the obese person. c) all the above, and then some. (The list also goes for people with bad BO, those who pick their nose, pick their teeth, clip their nails, AND THE LIST GOES ON! Why are people clipping their nails on the TTC anyways?!) Thats another rant for another day and I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don’t want to offend anyone, I’ve been called fat, I know how it feels. But damn don’t give people the ammunition. Stand or wait for the next available two seater, it’s only a few stops. It might even help you work off a few pounds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-111090730234806316?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/111090730234806316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=111090730234806316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/111090730234806316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/111090730234806316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-probably-just-pms.html' title='It&apos;s Probably Just PMS'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-111077175985847212</id><published>2005-03-13T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T22:56:05.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Writing But Nothing Makes Sense</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The last pools are thick like sludge, but it’s all I have and it’s all I can find right now. And I wake to see some justification for all the clutter in our world. Sadly, I watch helplessly as mediocre creations spawn out of the same sludge I now trudge through. It’s inevitable, we are only human. Yet is it so naive to believe otherwise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Standing here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The old man said to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Long before these crowded streets &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here stood my dreaming tree'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Below it he would sit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For hours at a time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now progress takes away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What forever took to find..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-111077175985847212?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/111077175985847212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=111077175985847212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/111077175985847212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/111077175985847212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-writing-but-nothing-makes-sense.html' title='I&apos;m Writing But Nothing Makes Sense'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-111026564519472384</id><published>2005-03-08T01:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T11:58:42.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowplate 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sweet ass tourney!!! Snowplate never fails!! Sun, snow, friends, ultimate, good times...I mean, what more can we ask for? Took us only three hours to get to Sudbury...Mmm Grilled Chicken a la Mark, shredded with tomatoes and lettuce, put together with honey mustard on two buttered seven grain slices of bread, iPod tunes - play that funky music feat. starcraft, GameBoy Contra - Con: BULLSHIT I DIDN'T DIE, HE DIDN'T EVEN TOUCH ME!...and movie quotes..."OH OH I KNOW THAT...I KNOW THAT MOVIE! OH WHAT WAS IT?!!" - "Components. American components, Russian Components, ALL MADE IN TAIWAN!"..."Who makes a these?"..."Finkle is Einhorn, Einhorn is Finkle!"..."I remeber the last time I was attacked by a dinosaur!" etc. etc. etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Guys are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHUT UP ERIC!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi8.aacdn.us/BaybeeDuckie/snowplateteampic2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zen went 4-2 for the weekend in PURRRRFECCT conditions...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;RANDOM HIGHLIGHTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*Conjob aka Goonie frog splashing poor lil Eric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*Road rage dude trying to burn us while hitting up all the red lights all way down the street...Awkward much?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*Cyn and Jay taking Eric out @ stall 2...sweet set up :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*The endless lines coming outta Mark...I have no words for you :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*Jay tossing Con over from the top of the bleacher stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*Cyn's high release OI huck...PURRRFECCCT PUT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*Mark's insane hammer put to Tyler...Zen point!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*Snowball score board, turned sideline fort building, turned huge snowball rolling, turned snowman building, turned hermaphordite mascot named Joe, or Joanna, or Joey...don't ask :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&amp;amp; a many lays, hand blocks, zone D, incriminating photos via &lt;a href="http://www.eng.uwaterloo.ca/~pjturcot/Snowplate/"&gt;http://www.eng.uwaterloo.ca/~pjturcot/Snowplate/&lt;/a&gt; etc. etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It felt uber good to be out running again. 2nd day soreness currently in effect, but I must say it's good pain :) Can't wait until Jonathan practices begin. It should be a wicked summer touring season... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-111026564519472384?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/111026564519472384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=111026564519472384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/111026564519472384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/111026564519472384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/03/snowplate-2005.html' title='Snowplate 2005'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-110953608186179858</id><published>2005-02-27T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T10:52:17.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey Says!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;YOU: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[Spell your first name backwards]: einnoB...ewww sounds like something gross&lt;br /&gt;[The story behind your email address]: My screen name&lt;br /&gt;[Where do you live?]: Toronto&lt;br /&gt;[Sexual Preference]: Male&lt;br /&gt;[Marital Status]: Unavailable&lt;br /&gt;[Height]: 5'2&lt;br /&gt;[Shoe size]: 6...My tiny lil feet are the size of Mark's hands...ewwww!!&lt;br /&gt;[Parents still together]: Nope&lt;br /&gt;[Siblings]: Conjob...and thats more than enuff!&lt;br /&gt;[Pets]: I once had a turtle, it died it died :(&lt;br /&gt;[Describe your wallet]: Tan colour Danier wallet Mark got me for x'mas, still working it in so all my cards fit into it :P&lt;br /&gt;[Jewelery worn daily]: Earring Con got me, and the original studs from when I got the second holes pierced&lt;br /&gt;[Shoes]: Airwalks (no they aren't FisherPrice shoes!!), Nike runners, Hush Puppies dress shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVOURITES:&lt;br /&gt;[Colours]: All sorts...&lt;br /&gt;[Number]: #9 Paul Kariya&lt;br /&gt;[Animal]: Yellow ducklings&lt;br /&gt;[Drinks]: Sex on the Beach, Pina Colada, Strawberry Daquries, Strawberry milkshakes, etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;[Soda]: Coke, Root beer&lt;br /&gt;[Book]: Shopaholic Series, Artemis Fowl Series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU...&lt;br /&gt;[Color your hair?]: Loreal black pearl&lt;br /&gt;[Twirl your hair?]: Sometimes....&lt;br /&gt;[Have tattoos?]: Not yet&lt;br /&gt;[Have Piercings?]: 2 in each ear&lt;br /&gt;[Drink/Smoke?]: Yes, and eerrr no...&lt;br /&gt;[Like roller coasters?]: Yes&lt;br /&gt;[Wish you could live somewhere else?]: At times&lt;br /&gt;[Want more piercings?]: I'm some what content with the ones I have, we'll see...&lt;br /&gt;[Write in cursive or print?]: Both, at the same time&lt;br /&gt;[Know how to drive?]: Yes&lt;br /&gt;[Own a cell phone?]: Yes&lt;br /&gt;[Ever get off the damn computer?]: Yes...it'd be pretty sad if I didn't&lt;br /&gt;[Have a dream that keeps coming back]: Yea, thoses are freaky...&lt;br /&gt;[Play an instrument?]: Piano, Violin, Recorder...LOL :P&lt;br /&gt;[Believe there is life on other planets?]: Sure&lt;br /&gt;[Have any gay or lesbian friends?]: Yea&lt;br /&gt;[Believe in God?]: Sure&lt;br /&gt;[Do well in school?]: I get by&lt;br /&gt;[Wear hats?]: Not often&lt;br /&gt;[Have an obsession?]: Can't say that I do&lt;br /&gt;[neglect anything?]: I dun think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;[Been in a fist fight?]: Nope, I'm a good girl ;)&lt;br /&gt;[Kicked someone in the nuts?]: Ooohh...that was an accident...sooo soooooorry Ray :P&lt;br /&gt;[Stolen anything?]: Sure...&lt;br /&gt;[Held a gun?]: Nope&lt;br /&gt;[Been so drunk you couldn't remember your name?]: Nope&lt;br /&gt;[Considered a life of crime?]: What kinda question is that?&lt;br /&gt;[Considered being a hooker?]: HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;[Cried over a boy?]: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;[Lied to someone?]: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;[Been in love?]: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;[Made out with JUST a friend?]: Nope&lt;br /&gt;[Been rejected?]: Hmm...don't believe I have&lt;br /&gt;[Been in lust?]: Yes&lt;br /&gt;[Used someone?]: Nope&lt;br /&gt;[Been used?]: Nope&lt;br /&gt;[Been cheated on?]: Nope&lt;br /&gt;[Have you ever liked someone you had no chance with?]: Did someone say Paul Kariya? Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;[Ever wanted to get revenge on someone because they hurt you]: Nah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTS:&lt;br /&gt;[Current clothing]: PJ's&lt;br /&gt;[Current mood]: Tired, lazy, sleepy&lt;br /&gt;[Current taste]: Dentyne Ice&lt;br /&gt;[What you currently smell like]: Bonnie&lt;br /&gt;[Current hair]: Down and messy&lt;br /&gt;[Current thing I ought to be doing]: Everything but this&lt;br /&gt;[Current cds in stereo]: n/a&lt;br /&gt;[Current crush]: My baby&lt;br /&gt;[Current job]: Starving art student, Starbucks Barista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LAST TIME...&lt;br /&gt;[Last book you read]: Still reading...The Celestine Prophecy&lt;br /&gt;[Last movie you saw]: Without a Paddle&lt;br /&gt;[Last thing you ate]: Dumplings, apple juice&lt;br /&gt;[Last person you talked to on the phone]: I dun remember, Mark maybe?&lt;br /&gt;[Got sick]: A few weeks ago...&lt;br /&gt;[Kissed someone]: last night&lt;br /&gt;[Felt stupid]: I dunno...oh oh last week...&lt;br /&gt;[Told someone you loved them]: a while ago&lt;br /&gt;[Met someone new]: Everyday I'm at work&lt;br /&gt;[Moved on]: a while ago&lt;br /&gt;[Talked to an ex]: Last week&lt;br /&gt;[had a serious talk]: 2 days ago&lt;br /&gt;[Hugged someone]: last night&lt;br /&gt;[Fought with your parents]: that'll be a few years ago....no parents to fight with here&lt;br /&gt;[Done something your parents said no to]: like I said, no parents to deal with here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS:&lt;br /&gt;[Would you rather be with friends or on a date?]: There's time for friends and time for dates...&lt;br /&gt;[Where is the best hangout?]: Home, school, pubs, etc. depending on the mood and reason&lt;br /&gt;[Who do you like being around?]: Friends, family, those who are awesome and fun to chill with...why would I be around people that I don't like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[Who is your best friend?]: They know who they are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[Who have you known the longest]: Katy? Ray? Withrow Crew...Kathy? all my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[Do you argue the most with?]: Con...&lt;br /&gt;[Who do you always get along with?]: Friends and family...again, why would I be hanging around those that I don't get along with?!&lt;br /&gt;[Do you trust the most?]: They know who the are&lt;br /&gt;[Has the coolest parents?]: I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;[Has the coolest siblings?]: ?? Siblings??? cool???&lt;br /&gt;[Is the most blunt?]: Andrew, Connie&lt;br /&gt;[Is the smartest?]: Ray, Mark, sometimes Con :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE LIFE:&lt;br /&gt;[First crush]: Some guy in kindergarten...Kenneth something something :P&lt;br /&gt;[single or attached?]: in a relationship&lt;br /&gt;[Do you believe in love at first sight?]: Why not&lt;br /&gt;[Have you ever played a game that required removal of clothing?]: Maybe&lt;br /&gt;[Are you a tease?]: me??? nooo :P&lt;br /&gt;[Shy to make the first move?]: depends&lt;br /&gt;[Ever liked your best guy/girl friend?]: nope&lt;br /&gt;[Want to get married?]: yea&lt;br /&gt;[Want kids?]: sure&lt;br /&gt;[Do you believe you know the person whom you will marry at this point in time?]: Nope&lt;br /&gt;[Are you happy with you?]: Relatively...&lt;br /&gt;[Are you happy with your life?]: Relatively...&lt;br /&gt;[Remember your first love?]: Yes&lt;br /&gt;[Still love him/her?]: Nope&lt;br /&gt;[Have a secret crush?]: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU A:&lt;br /&gt;[Wuss]: What?!&lt;br /&gt;[Druggy]: No&lt;br /&gt;[Daydreamer]: All the time&lt;br /&gt;[Freak]: Depends on the context&lt;br /&gt;[Dork]: Who uses that word??!&lt;br /&gt;[Bitch/Asshole]: You say bitch like it's a bad thing&lt;br /&gt;[Brat]: Nah&lt;br /&gt;[Sarcastic]: sure...&lt;br /&gt;[Angel]: YES YES YES!! I'm an ANGEL!!&lt;br /&gt;[Devil]: nooooo.....:P&lt;br /&gt;[Talkative]: I am if the person I'm talking to can carry a conversation&lt;br /&gt;[Flirty]: Apparently all girls are flirty...apparently we're born with the ability&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-110953608186179858?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/110953608186179858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=110953608186179858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/110953608186179858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/110953608186179858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/02/survey-says.html' title='Survey Says!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-110868704962425925</id><published>2005-02-17T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T19:51:53.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to a Vanished Hockey Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had to steal this from my sister, she makes me laugh :D&lt;br /&gt;Check out her blog (&lt;a href="http://conjob.blogspot.com"&gt;http://conjob.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;) for a full rant, I'm too tired to rant anymore about the NHL and the NHLPA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meditations on Being Hockey Deprived&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Inspired by Lisa Simpson's poem, "Meditations on Turning Eight" .)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The year had a hockey season.&lt;br /&gt;IT DIED! IT DIED!&lt;br /&gt;The NHL and NHLPA said they'd try.&lt;br /&gt;THEY LIED! THEY LIED!&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why is the hockey season dead?&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't people not be greedy instead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-110868704962425925?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/110868704962425925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=110868704962425925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/110868704962425925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/110868704962425925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/02/ode-to-vanished-hockey-season.html' title='Ode to a Vanished Hockey Season'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-110860164632254652</id><published>2005-02-16T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T20:07:08.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not Procrastinating!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;TEN Random Things About Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;10. I can single handedly cook for fifty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;09. I’ve been brained washed by Starbucks; It’s a Decaf-Triple-Grande-Half shot Vanilla-Soy-Extra Hot-No Foam-Add whip-Latte damn it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;08. I make up words for ones I forget. What’s wrong with plane driver?! Sooner or later, one of you guys will end up saying it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;07. I keep attracting really weird &amp; insane people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;06. I HATE people who don’t flush public toliets, who pee on the fucken seat and don’t wipe it down. For fuck sakes, its your own pee, how hard is it to wipe it off when you miss?! What ever happened to COMMON COURTESY. YOU DON’T FUCKEN DO THAT @ HOME DO YOU?! And don’t get me started on people who FUCKEN SHIT ON PUBLIC BATHROOM FLOORS…ON PURPOSE!!! Oh the crazies around Queen Street West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;05. Oh now you’ve done it with the hating…HATE people who SHOVE their knapkins into coffee mugs so that its soaked in grossness sitting @ the bottom and the only way to get it out is to fish it out with your hands! And those who leave their garbage on tables when the garbage can is 2 feet away!! Don’t get me wrong, I love my job, I just hate stupid people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;04. I bake a million times better when I’m angry, Blueberry crumble anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;03. I’ve learned how to ollie!! Onward to jumps that I can’t seem to land; Thank God for boobs :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;02. I LOOVVVE my Pink KitchenAid Limited Edition Artisan® Mixer, hurt it and DIE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;01. Pretty open to try any sorta foods. Will probably never EVER be able to resist good food, not just any kinda food, but GOOD food. Like orgasmically kinda good…Mmm…Grilled Salmon Fettucini Alfredo!!! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NINE Places I've Visited&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;09. Orlando, Florida, USA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;08. Banff, Alberta, CANADA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;07. Montreal, Quebec, CANADA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;06. Punta Cana, DOMINICAN REPUBLIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;05. Vancouver, British Columbia, CANADA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;04. Edmonton, Alberta, CANADA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;03. Detriot, Michigan, USA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;02. Seattle, Washington, USA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;01. Ottawa, Guelph, Hamilton, Sudbury, London, Kingston, Windsor and all the other ulti tourney cities, Ontario, CANADA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EIGHT Things I Want To Do Before I Die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;08. Snowboard on fresh MOUNTAIN powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;07. Get work up on billboards, transit boards, magazines, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;06. Marry, have kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;05. Travel the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;04. Meet Paul Kariya (Aw fuck I’ll be content with seeing him play)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;03. Own a KitchenAid kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;02. Parade down Yonge Street when the Leafs win the Stanley Cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;01. Be truly content with the person that I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN Ways To Win My Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;07. Make me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;06. Be honest, be confident, respect yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;05. Be yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;04. Occasionally surprise me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;03. Challenge me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;02. Make the little extra effort to really &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;01. Know your way around the kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIX Things I Believe In&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;06. Karma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;05. Love and respect yourself, and everthing else will fall into place (It’s rather cliché, but you are essentially your own best friend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;04. Laughter is defintely contagious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;03. Friends and family are the most important people ever in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;02. Everything happens for a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;01. Nothing in life that’s ever worth doing is ever easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIVE Things I'm Afraid Of&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;05. Scary movies…You guys laugh! Stupid Exorcist, The Grudge :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;04. Letting myself go and getting all nasty and unhealthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;03. Not being able to live life to its fullest (In all aspects; physically, emotionally, etc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;02. Losing those I love and care about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;01. Disappointing those who have faith in me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR Of My Favorite Items In My Bedroom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;04. Photographs and albums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;03. Dried flowers/roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;02. Endless portfolio of ideas, concepts, designs, paintings, drawings etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;01. My posters and stolen TTC ads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE Things I Do Every Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;03. Eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;02. Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;01. Work, Attempts to start work, Procrastinate, MSN aka reason to procrastinate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO Things I'm Trying To Not Do Right Now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;02. Homework; good o’l procrastination &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;01. Fall asleep, Mmm…double-tall-vanilla-soy-latte I’m so addicted… :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE Person I Want To See Right Now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;01. Mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-110860164632254652?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/110860164632254652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=110860164632254652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/110860164632254652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/110860164632254652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-not-procrastinating.html' title='I&apos;m not Procrastinating!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-110852771701820141</id><published>2005-02-15T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T22:08:32.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simple Things in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.stanford.edu/group/BA/bridge2003/Roses/rose3.jpg" height="95" width="120" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I called it didn't I? I did, I did!! And I'm glad I did because I loved it! Oh how I loooovvveeeddd it!! Grilled Salmon Fettucini Alfredo, with a side of lovin'!! Couldn't have asked for anything better. And even if I could, I wouldn't. Thanks baby for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Soooo perfect, you're perfect...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-110852771701820141?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/110852771701820141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=110852771701820141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/110852771701820141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/110852771701820141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/02/simple-things-in-life.html' title='The Simple Things in Life'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-110835602589156749</id><published>2005-02-13T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T23:49:03.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oakleys or Spys? That is the Question.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://oakley.ca/media/dynamic/product/goggles/snow/wisdom/electric_blue/g30.png/gateway.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spyoptic.com/media/the_products/snow/models/SNOGBR41_lg.jpg" height="151" width="275"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oakley Wisdom vs Spy Orbit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oakley.ca"&gt;www.oakley.ca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.spyoptic.com"&gt;www.spyoptic.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-110835602589156749?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/110835602589156749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=110835602589156749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/110835602589156749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/110835602589156749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/02/oakleys-or-spys-that-is-question.html' title='Oakleys or Spys? That is the Question.'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-110783962469748975</id><published>2005-02-07T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T16:26:14.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://images.chapters.indigo.ca/covers/books/100/0446671002_s.gif" ALT="The Celestine Prophecy An Adventure by James Redfield" ALIGN="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Celestine Prophecy an Adventure by James Redfield&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:80%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“working to establish a more comfortable style of survival has grown to feel complete in and of itself as a reason to live, and we’ve gradually , methodically, forgotten our original question…We’ve forgotten that we still don’t know what we’re surviving for...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have read it, you know it’s good. For those who haven't, go check it out!! It's a pretty quick read, and you'll come out feeling rather enlightened. I'm only half way through, and I'm already recommending it to everyone. Full critique in due time :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-110783962469748975?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/110783962469748975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=110783962469748975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/110783962469748975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/110783962469748975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/02/currently-reading.html' title='Currently Reading'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-110747205563738834</id><published>2005-02-03T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T21:42:03.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winterlicious 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ok if I keep this up, I'd prolly gain back the 10lbs I've lost (if i haven't already) and then some! But It's all SOOOOO gooood!!! And you guys know me; I can never give up good food @ good prices, and with good company. (Even if I am basically broke; $25 dollars for a desperately needed pair of jeans? meh, I'll wait, the holes @ the crotch aren't that noticeable just yet. $40 bucks for dinner? sure why not, lets :P) I'm already waiting on Summerlicious, mind you I should probably start saving now. And Canoe will definitely be one of my top picks. Con we should go for your birthday or something!! I don't think I'd mind paying full prices. Its just that good!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Forget advertising, I should be come a food critic... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fred’s Not Here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;321 King Street West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$20 Dinner &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grilled Thai Chicken with Noodle Salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Great way to tantalize the taste buds. Light tangy sauce complements well with the grilled chicken and gives the vermicelli noodles some life. Perfect portions. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slow Roasted Confit of Duck with Lemon Thyme Risotto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mmmmm....fall off the bone, tender and soft, duck thighs...all two of them....Aauugggghhh...Was well paired with risotto. It basically soaked up all the juices from the duck. The side of baby spinach was alright though the bottom bits were a little salty. Other then that, it was good. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fresh Strawberries &amp; Mini Chocolate Squares with Sabayon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Good, but a little too heavy in my mind to end a meal off with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overall&lt;/strong&gt; - love the "casual but fine dining" atmosphere, and the service was relatively good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**** out of 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Strip House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 Duncan Street 2nd Floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$30 Dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strip House Caesar Salad with Grana Padano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess it was rather uneventful. Just strips of romaine lettuce with cheese. Nothing special.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lobster Thermidor Baked Stuffed East Coast "Hard Shell Canadian" Lobster with Shrimp &amp;amp; Crab with Chef's Rice &amp; Baked Provencal Tomato&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty good for Canadian style baked lobster. (For those who don't know, I'm Chinese enough to only like lobster tossed in the wok with green onions, ginger, garlic yadda yadda yadda. And the fact that Red Lobster sucks.) But I must say, this was good. The lobster, shrimp, and crab was perfectly combined together. Enough that they mingled well together as one, but was still distinguishable as individual pieces (pretty decent sized pieces might I add). Lobster was great, but the side of rice needs work, after all sides should never be just an after thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strawberry Cheesecake&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;....and sooooo full....Oh damn, we still have dessert....Mmm...Cheesecake....soooo creamy....owwww....sooooo fulll.....definitely struggling....It was probably good....but I can't critique on it...cuz it'd be unfair, especially when your struggling to finish it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overall&lt;/strong&gt; - I guess I was disappointed with the ambience. I mean it was a nice place, but it was rather small. And I guess it just was not that special. Pretty good service, 'cept maybe for that certain someone...Anita, I'm crossing my fingers that I don't get him as our server when we go to Filet O' Fish, I mean Filet of Sole ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;***1/2 out of 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;54th Floor, TD Bank Tower&lt;br /&gt;66 Wellington Street West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$30 Dinner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canoe Citrus Cured Salmon &amp; Mahone Bay Scallop Cocktail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This was beautifully presented and I must say, I was pretty impressed. Each salmon piece was fresh and firm. Complementing sauce was light, mildly sweet and helped enhance the natural flavors of the fish. Scallops were a little tiny, but was also quite pleasant with the same sauce. It was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brouiled Whitefish with Fanny Bay Oyster Chowder and Tarragon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The fish was sooo tender and full of flavour. Sat quite well with the oyster chowder. And they didn't skimp on the oyster and scallops either. The few random baby potatoes soaked up all the excess flavours from both the fish and the chowder and it was gooooood. Perfect proportion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El Rey Chocolate Ganache Cake Spiced Fruit Compote &amp;amp; Roasted Almond Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been saying this all the way through the meal, but this WAS SOOOOO GOOOD!!! Chocolate Ganache, perfect way to end a perfect meal. Not too sweet, and not at all heavy. Paired well with the Roasted Almond Ice Cream that kept the cake moist. Berry sauce and paper thin candy sheets dressed it up quite nicely.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overall&lt;/strong&gt; - Ok I'll admit, I could be biased about the whole experience, mainly cuz it was sooooo perfect, sitting up 54 floors high, in a nice fancy place, all dressed up, sitting across the sexiest man on earth. (Well, he ain't Paul Kariya, but he'll have to do. LOL :P) &lt;em&gt;ANYWAYS&lt;/em&gt;...where was I? Oh right, this place was perfect, the service was awesome, and the atmosphere...delightful.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I could just be biased, but mind you, Canoe ALWAYS gets booked up for Summerlicious &amp; Winterlicious. And they purposely open during weekends just to fill the demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***** out of 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Filet of Sole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;11 Duncan Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;$20 Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grilled &amp;amp; Thai Beef &amp; Calamari Salad with Lemon Grass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This dish was mediocre. The Thai beef was a little over cooked which made it rather chewy and dry. The calamari was alright and was presented quite nicely over a vermicelli salad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seafood Pasta - Grilled Lobster, Baby Calamari, Gulf Shrimps, Mussels &amp;amp; Clams with Spinach Ricotta Ravioli, Roma Tomato Basil Sauce with Seafood Essence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Initally impressed with the dish, served with half a lobster with a few mussels. However, when it came down to it, the lobster was over cooked and the mussels...err lets just say they were rather tiny and flavourless. Clams? I don't think I saw any clams. All in all, the ricotta ravioli was good. Soft and sweet with the tomato basil sauce. (But then again...I've always had a thing for pasta...) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daily Fresh Fruit Ice with Strawberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What can I say, ordinary fruit sorbet. Meh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overall &lt;/strong&gt;- Ok, I don't want to be mean and slag the place, but the point is even though Winterlicious serves discounted meals, it's basically a way to promote your restaurant so that people can sample some dishes and would be willing to come back next time around paying regular price. But when you have mediocre service, (when it feels like the server really doesn't want to be there to do his job, when he gets orders wrong, when he doesn't even bother to smile.) the restuarant has a problem. And its not just the server/waiter, it goes for the receptionist on the phone, who not once, but twice sounded very annoyed when answering questions and making reservations. I agree, it can be a stressful job and bad days come about, but damn its customer service. I'd also have to say, that I give props to the manager/supervisor/probably owner of the restuarant. He was quite pleasant throughout the experience at The Strip House, and at Filet of Sole. Nonetheless, I'd probably not go back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*** out of 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-110747205563738834?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/110747205563738834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=110747205563738834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/110747205563738834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/110747205563738834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/02/winterlicious-2005.html' title='Winterlicious 2005'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490922.post-110704407422698511</id><published>2005-01-29T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T12:43:41.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And it Begins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What better way to procrastinate then to start a blog and what better way to start a blog then with one of those an email survey thingamajigs. And it begings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three names you go by.&lt;br /&gt;1. Bonnie&lt;br /&gt;2. BonBon&lt;br /&gt;3. FayButtButt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three screen names you have had.&lt;br /&gt;1. BonBon&lt;br /&gt;2. BaybeeDuckie&lt;br /&gt;3. BbDuckie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you like about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;1. rather creative (good ol' right side brain)&lt;br /&gt;2. opinionated&lt;br /&gt;3. open-minded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you don't like about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;1. laziness&lt;br /&gt;2. stubborness&lt;br /&gt;3. and the fat that has accumulated around my waist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three parts of your heritage.&lt;br /&gt;1. canadian&lt;br /&gt;2. chinese&lt;br /&gt;3. milkman*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that scare you.&lt;br /&gt;1. losing those that I love&lt;br /&gt;2. disappointing those who have faith in me&lt;br /&gt;3. not getting to experience life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your everyday essentials.&lt;br /&gt;1. food, and not just any kinda food...goood food ;)&lt;br /&gt;2. sleep (oh how its now become a luxury)&lt;br /&gt;3. the 20 odd gigs of music in my HD, mp3 player, cds etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you are wearing right now.&lt;br /&gt;1. my baby's and1 sweatpants&lt;br /&gt;2. tank top&lt;br /&gt;3. lipbalm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favourite bands or artists at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;1. michael buble&lt;br /&gt;2. kanye west&lt;br /&gt;3. john mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favourite songs at present.&lt;br /&gt;1. accidently in love by counting crows&lt;br /&gt;2. points of authority/99 problems by linkin park &amp; jay-z&lt;br /&gt;3. man i used to be by k-os (hmm...this is a good song...hopefully they don't play the shit out of it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three new things you want to try in the next twelve months.&lt;br /&gt;1. sculpt class @ extreme&lt;br /&gt;2. various recipies from martha stewart dot com&lt;br /&gt;3. finally learning to ollie, time for bigger jumps? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want in a relationship, other than love.&lt;br /&gt;1. someone who makes me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. honesty&lt;br /&gt;3. great sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two truths and a lie.&lt;br /&gt;1. i've been given a black eye&lt;br /&gt;2. i've gotten a concussion&lt;br /&gt;3. i've poisoned my bf :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three physical traits that appeal to you in a potential mate.&lt;br /&gt;1. tone, fit, healthy body&lt;br /&gt;2. relatively attractive&lt;br /&gt;3. looks hot in just about anything he wears or in nuthing at all :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you just can't do.&lt;br /&gt;1. math or any type of math; even if my life depended on it!&lt;br /&gt;2. give up meat&lt;br /&gt;3. ignore good shopping sales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favourite hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;1. play ultimate&lt;br /&gt;2. snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;3. doodling &amp; day dreaming during lectures; what can I say? its when i do my best work :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want to do really badly right now.&lt;br /&gt;1. go snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;2. spend a lazy sunday doing absolutely nuthing with my baby&lt;br /&gt;3. go snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three careers you're considering.&lt;br /&gt;1. art director&lt;br /&gt;2. elementary school art teacher&lt;br /&gt;3. freelance illustrator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three places you want to go on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;1. bermuda&lt;br /&gt;2. new zealand&lt;br /&gt;3. italy or france&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three kids' names.&lt;br /&gt;1. matthew&lt;br /&gt;2. emma&lt;br /&gt;3. theodore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want to do before you die.&lt;br /&gt;1. travel the world&lt;br /&gt;2. parade down yonge street when the leafs win the stanley cup&lt;br /&gt;3. be truly content with the person that is me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10490922-110704407422698511?l=findbonnieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/feeds/110704407422698511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10490922&amp;postID=110704407422698511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/110704407422698511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490922/posts/default/110704407422698511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findbonnieat.blogspot.com/2005/01/and-it-begins.html' title='And it Begins...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10501107781242971864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://heybon.blogs.friendster.com/photos/photos_duh/bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
