<?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-12537732</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:41:24.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparky Jr.</title><subtitle type='html'>You tried, and you failed, so the lesson is, never try. 
- Homer J. Simpson.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553799456720011767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537732.post-113263956913677066</id><published>2005-11-21T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T22:06:24.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bored... so what else is there to do....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="255" height="600"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/persons/DBLDf.gif" border="1" name="thebigpicture10" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Priss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;eliberate&lt;span shmolor="white"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;rutal&lt;span shmolor="white"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;ove&lt;span shmolor="white"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;reamer (&lt;span shmolor="red"&gt;DBLDf&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Mature. Responsible. Aristocratic. &lt;i&gt;Excuse&lt;/i&gt; me. The &lt;b&gt;Priss&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prisses are the smartest of all female types. You're highly perceptive, and confident in your judgements. You'd take brutal honesty over superficiality any time--your friends always know where they stand with you. You're completely unfake. Don't tell me that's not a word. You're also &lt;i&gt;excellent&lt;/i&gt; at redirecting internal negative energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These facts indicate people are often intimidated by you. They also fall for you, hard. You have a distant, composed allure that many find irresistible. If only more of them lived up to your standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- begin exact opposite table --&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="5" align="right" border="0" bgshmolor="#bbbbbb"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgshmolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;span class="tiny"&gt;Your exact opposite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Playstation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img hspace="3" src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/persons/RGSMf_thumb.gif" vspace="7" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random&lt;span shmolor="white"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Gentle&lt;span shmolor="white"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sex&lt;span shmolor="white"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Master&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;!-- end exact opposite table --&gt;You were probably the last among your friends to have sex. And the first to pretend that you're pregnant. LOL. Though you're inclined to use sex as weapon, at least it's not as one of mass destruction. You're choosier than most about your partners. A supportive relationship is what you're really after. Whether you know it or not, you need something steady &amp;amp; long-term. And soothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/square.gif" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span shmolor="red"&gt;ALWAYS AVOID&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;b&gt;The Playboy&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;The Loverboy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span shmolor="blue"&gt;CONSIDER&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;b&gt;The Manchild&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The 32-Type Dating Test&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;OkCupid&lt;/b&gt; - Free Online Dating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My profile name: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" tuid=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;tadpole8545&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You are a &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Social Conservative&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  shmolor="" style="font-size:100;"&gt;(38% permissive)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and an... &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Economic Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  shmolor="#a8a8a8" style="font-size:100;"&gt;(43% permissive)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are best described as a:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Centrist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="thetable" height="375" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="375" background="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/politics/chart_political.gif" border="0" name="thetable"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="193"&gt;&lt;td width="125"&gt;&lt;!--this width sets social axis, center is 169--&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="249"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height="181"&gt;&lt;!--this height number economic axis,        center is 206--&gt;&lt;td width="125"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left" width="249"&gt;&lt;!--this cellholds the image--&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/politics_you.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="thetable" height="375" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="375" background="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/politics/chart_basic.jpg" border="0" name="thetable"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="193"&gt;&lt;td width="125"&gt;&lt;!--this width sets social axis, center is 169--&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="249"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height="181"&gt;&lt;!--this height number economic axis,        center is 206--&gt;&lt;td width="125"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left" width="249"&gt;&lt;!--this cellholds the image--&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/politics_you.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Politics Test&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;The OkCupid Dating Persona Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537732-113263956913677066?l=officerkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/113263956913677066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537732&amp;postID=113263956913677066&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/113263956913677066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/113263956913677066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-bored-so-what-else-is-there-to-do.html' title='I&apos;m bored... so what else is there to do....'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553799456720011767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537732.post-113263860128428099</id><published>2005-11-21T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T21:50:01.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No I havent died....</title><content type='html'>Well its been a while since i've been on here... but i've been REALLY busy with work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its official.... mr whiney and i are back together.... i'm happy... that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont really have much to say right now... i'm kinda tired but tomorrow is my day off! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that i will do some of those quiz-thingys that snady did.... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sparky jr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537732-113263860128428099?l=officerkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/113263860128428099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537732&amp;postID=113263860128428099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/113263860128428099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/113263860128428099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-i-havent-died.html' title='No I havent died....'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553799456720011767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537732.post-112801188916905321</id><published>2005-09-29T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T09:38:09.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Howdy from the great beyond!</title><content type='html'>No I didnt die... just been really busy with work... I AM FINALLY OFF OF TRAINING!!!!!! YAY!!!!!! I am not riding by myself just quite yet... I ride with a senior officer... but NO MORE TRAINERS!!!! I am having sooooooo much fun!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... not much else is going on with me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537732-112801188916905321?l=officerkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/112801188916905321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537732&amp;postID=112801188916905321&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112801188916905321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112801188916905321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/2005/09/howdy-from-great-beyond.html' title='Howdy from the great beyond!'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553799456720011767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537732.post-112614208836508891</id><published>2005-09-07T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:14:48.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News.....</title><content type='html'>No I didnt save a bunch of money by switching my car insurance over to Geico.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my aunt C has heard from my cousin's wife... the Navy rescued her, the baby and her mom from the attic of their house and they are now on a naval base somewhere.... but they are safe and the only injury is her mom, she broke her arm... nothing too serious though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad is with my grandma and uncle D this week... helping clean up my grandma's house... cutting large trees that fell, but thankfully not on her house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am regretfully still on training... my sgt didnt want me to go to my last week with a "weak" interviewing base... that is the only thing holding me back apparently... everything else is great... but he wants be to be "more confident" when i am talking to people.... yeah i was so frustrated and a little angry today that i put 3 people in jail.... 2 drunks and 1 asshole that thinks that just because a girl hits you, she deserves to have the shit beat out of her, so she can learn her lesson....... grrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to give "props" to OB for speaking what she thinks... I argee with her, what's scary is that she said what i think when i watch the news or read the papers... YOU GO GIRL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the reason i was typing this today... I FINALLY GOT MY DSL!!!! about damn time.... i only ordered it in JUNE!!!! fucking slackers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... i dont have really much more to say, other than i cant get into yahoo messenger, cause it sucks and it is telling me that my password, that i made up, is wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any ways gonna go now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537732-112614208836508891?l=officerkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/112614208836508891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537732&amp;postID=112614208836508891&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112614208836508891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112614208836508891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/2005/09/good-news.html' title='Good News.....'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553799456720011767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537732.post-112579370117382920</id><published>2005-09-03T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T17:28:21.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More News...</title><content type='html'>Well we still havent heard from my cousin's wife, her mother or the baby (well we really dont expect to hear much from her, considering she cant talk yet...)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad left this morning to go help out and check on my grandma... and my uncles and aunts.... worse news though... we havent heard from my aunt mary f, my cousin A, or her brother C.... hopefully they are ok and my dad can find them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work here has been crazy since hurricane evacuees are being sent to my fair city... we are all working overtime... alot... anyone that requested monday off.... it was cancelled until this..... whatever you call it, subsides....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yesterday, i was involved in my first foot persuit.... we ran for about a 1/2 mile, and boy was i pooped.... yes we caught the guy... my coonass temper came out..... bad.... i was seening red as i was chasing him... i was screaming M.F. stop running!!! quite a bit.... at one point i even told the guy to stop running so i could kick his ass... of course i didnt say any of this over the radio.... but according to other officers, i did a good job putting out his description while i was running....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... i'm tired... i'm going to sleep, tomorrow is my day off... until i get called to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537732-112579370117382920?l=officerkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/112579370117382920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537732&amp;postID=112579370117382920&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112579370117382920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112579370117382920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/2005/09/more-news.html' title='More News...'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553799456720011767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537732.post-112554450775749543</id><published>2005-08-31T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T20:15:07.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaking Hurricane!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well as you all know, 1/2 my family is from Louisiana.... the part that is underwater..... my aunt c and her hubby were able to get out in time... they are staying with my grandma, who is staying with my uncle D... he says that they got the west side of the storm, so they got lots of rain and wind, but nothing too bad... my uncle R and aunt E live in Slidell.... that is underwater also... they are staying with friends in baton rouge... but my uncle R is going back to see if there is anything that he can do to help... that and check on his house... my cousin, who is in the navy, got called out right before the storm hit... to move the ships out to sea... he left his new wife and newborn in pascagoula, mississippi... right where the storm hit the hardest... we havent heard anything from her, nor her mother who was with her at the time... hopefully she is ok.... but my dad has a bad feeling in his stomach... and its not indigestion either... i hope that she and the baby are ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well if i hear more... i'll tell ya'll...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537732-112554450775749543?l=officerkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/112554450775749543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537732&amp;postID=112554450775749543&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112554450775749543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112554450775749543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/2005/08/freaking-hurricane.html' title='Freaking Hurricane!!!!'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553799456720011767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537732.post-112524413747142531</id><published>2005-08-28T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T08:48:57.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ugh... i hate myself... i cant stop thinking of asshole hockey guy.... but i found out his reason for not wanting to date me....... get this....... he said he didnt think that our personalities didnt match..... i call bullshit!!!!!!!!!!!! I told him that i knew that he had been seeing someone else while he was dating me.... he was silent for a good 5 min... i guess he didnt think that i would figure it out............. HELLO!!!! I'm a cop.... i deal with people lying to my face everyday... i've figured out the signs... I'M NOT STUPID!!!!! is what i told him..... the he had the nerve to tell me that he would call me in a few days after i've cooled off..... i told him that i would call him..... he asked when..... i told him not to hold his breath.... grrrrrrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me this.... why are guys assholes??? i dont know anymore... i give up... i'll let the committee pick the guys that i date... cause i apparently am not doing a good job.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quit..... i you can find me a nice, sweet, cute guy that is not an asshole.... point him in my direction.... cause i just cant seem to find him......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537732-112524413747142531?l=officerkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/112524413747142531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537732&amp;postID=112524413747142531&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112524413747142531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112524413747142531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/2005/08/grrrrrrrrr.html' title='GRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553799456720011767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537732.post-112468026203298154</id><published>2005-08-21T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T20:11:02.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah....</title><content type='html'>Well this weekend was fun... went to my friend's baby shower... she is about to pop! went swimming today! first time that i've been in the pool here at my place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend... hockey guy texted message me.... everyday... friday thru today... he called earlier, but i was at starbucks... with my homegrown friends... getting a phone number for my best bud... she was too scared to do it... so me and my other bud went and got it for her! i told hockey guy to call me back later... after his hockey game... i doubt that he will... if he does... he does.... if he doesnt... then oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still looking at fish for my tank... sweet pea is starting to turn into "ms bitch" she is pushing the other 2 fish around the tank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna go now... tired and i did absolutely squat today!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537732-112468026203298154?l=officerkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/112468026203298154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537732&amp;postID=112468026203298154&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112468026203298154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112468026203298154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/2005/08/blah.html' title='Blah....'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553799456720011767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537732.post-112424307344518140</id><published>2005-08-16T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T18:44:33.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get this.....</title><content type='html'>Guess who called me today..... hockey guy... yeah he called and left me a message. I left my phone in my truck, i wasnt expecting anyone to call me, and of all people... him. well anyways, he called apologizing and swearing up and down that this WILL NEVER happen again....*yeah right*... so i called him back... told him to call me whenever, i'm in no hurry to hear from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sadder note.... Asshole died this weekend.... yes my very pretty fish with a bad attitude died... how you ask... he choked... on a rock! he is a building fish, he liked to pick up the rocks in the tank and move them... the only way he could do this is with his mouth... well apparently he didnt spit out all the rocks and choked... i'm more heartbroken over my fish than hockey guy at the moment... Asshole has been with me for the past 2 years :(  I think i'm gonna cry *sobs* hehehehehehe...i need to get an Asshole Jr. for my fish tank now.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537732-112424307344518140?l=officerkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/112424307344518140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537732&amp;postID=112424307344518140&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112424307344518140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112424307344518140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/2005/08/get-this.html' title='Get this.....'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553799456720011767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537732.post-112399248973198052</id><published>2005-08-13T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T21:08:09.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont get it....</title><content type='html'>I dont understand guys... namely hockey guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went with him today to a pool party that the goalie on his team was throwing... at this party were the wives of the other players and me... hockey guy spent more time flirting with the other women than flirting with me.... what's up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then during a conversation we were all having, one of the wives asked the all the guys which of them actually buys their own clothing.... hockey guy was the only one who raised his hand... the wife then says, "yeah cause you dont have a girlfriend"... while i am standing right there next to him... he doesnt say anything.... what's up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my way home, i called hockey guy (cause i had to meet him there at the party, he didnt bother to wait for me to get off work) and i asked him... where do i stand with him... are we friends, dating, in a relationship, fuck buddies.... what? he said, " to be honest with you, i thought that we were casually dating, i have to tell you though, i have been talking to other girls, but you are the only one that i have been sleeping with..." (what a comforting thought)... "we were spending a lot of time together, and that scared me, i dont want a fast moving relationship, i dont want a relationship right now, i just want to date....."  what's up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can honestly say that the convesation that i had with him tonight, hurt my feelings.... made me cry a little... i had the impression that if you were dating someone and you were happy with it, you wouldnt talk to other people. i guess he wasnt happy with just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he told me that he is "going to call me tomorrow, when he wakes up"... we'll see.... him and his guy friends are going out tonight... he told me that it was just a "guy's night out"... i informed him that i hope that he doesnt pick up any psycho girls..... i dont get it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go kick his ass.... i cried on my way home after i had the above conversation with him while driving home....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537732-112399248973198052?l=officerkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/112399248973198052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537732&amp;postID=112399248973198052&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112399248973198052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112399248973198052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-dont-get-it.html' title='I dont get it....'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553799456720011767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537732.post-112396683916242137</id><published>2005-08-13T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T14:00:39.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stolen meme. Type "[name] is" into a Google search including the quotations, and take 10 "[name] is" statements from the search results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K is a wonderful actress.&lt;br /&gt;K is a Republican Party Candidate for the U.S. Senate.&lt;br /&gt;K is the last of Henry's wives.&lt;br /&gt;K is the number one selling candy bar in the UK&lt;br /&gt;K is not a pencil sharpener&lt;br /&gt;K is a well-to-do single woman&lt;br /&gt;K is psychically sensitive to the presence of buried treasure&lt;br /&gt;K is suitably impressed by his superficial elegance&lt;br /&gt;K is the first female guitarist to pave the way for virtuoso women&lt;br /&gt;K is a sexual stimulant (libido booster) and pro-testosterone formula&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537732-112396683916242137?l=officerkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/112396683916242137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537732&amp;postID=112396683916242137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112396683916242137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112396683916242137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/2005/08/stolen-meme.html' title=''/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553799456720011767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537732.post-112351094502225855</id><published>2005-08-08T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T07:22:25.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the Parents!!</title><content type='html'>Well on saturday, i got to meet hockey guys parents! it was fun, we went out to a sushi bar (ack!) and his mom and i got along great! we picked on hockey guy and his roommates (who decided to join us at the last minute) all night! i tried the seafood, but opted on teriyaki chicken. then after dinner, everyone went back to hockey guys house and he gave his parents the grand tour... as his parents were leaving, his mom hugs me and tells me that she likes me a lot and that i need to come out to the country and visit her. hockey guy then reminds his mom of "the curse"... she then jokingly tell me that she hates me and that she doesnt want to see me again (the she pulls me aside and tells me that she really does like me and hope that the curse breaks with me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok i know what you guys are thinking... what the hell is the curse.... apparently, any girl that meets hockey guys mom... he ends up breaking up with them a week to 2 weeks later... for some strange reason... hockey guy tells me that it is always the girl's fault cause they are the ones that always screw up.... anyways, i told hockey guy that i dont usually screw up relationships... its always the guy's fault! we both laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its now hockey guy's turn to meet my parents.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well yesterday, i watched hockey guy's games. in the 1st game he made the game winning OT goal, so his team won 5-6. in his 2nd game he made 2 out of 3 goals, but they ended up losing. but that's ok, the first game, he was playing on a better team that knew how to pass and play together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh before i forget... friday i got to ride in the heliocopter! that was fun... i got to see how the spotlight can ligth things up real well, but cannot make trees invisible... then i got to see how the FLIR works, thats forward looking infared... that's some cool shit! and i managed not to get sick and throw up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da, -S, hockey guy and I were supposed to play drunkin candyland friday night... Da forgot to buy the alcohol... -S was working late, hockey guy was out cold, and i was tired after the heliocopter ride.. So Da wants to reschedule... we'll see... -S and i have to discuss it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537732-112351094502225855?l=officerkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/112351094502225855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537732&amp;postID=112351094502225855&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112351094502225855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112351094502225855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/2005/08/meet-parents.html' title='Meet the Parents!!'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553799456720011767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537732.post-112308320687387779</id><published>2005-08-03T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T08:33:26.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehehe.. Istole this one.... 7 Deadly Sins.....</title><content type='html'>WRATH&lt;br /&gt;1. who did you last get angry with?: My trainer, that i dont have to train with any more!&lt;br /&gt;2. what is your weapon of choice?: words... yup words, i can say some pretty mean things&lt;br /&gt;3. would you hit a member of the opposite sex?: fuck yeah&lt;br /&gt;4. how about of the same sex?: hell yeah.....&lt;br /&gt;5. who was the last person who got really angry at you?: i dunno&lt;br /&gt;6. what is your pet peeve?:stupidity&lt;br /&gt;7. do you keep grudges, or can you let them go easily?: Depends, if i like you or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLOTH&lt;br /&gt;1. what is one thing you're supposed to do daily that you haven't done in a long time?:probably running&lt;br /&gt;2. what is the latest you've ever woken up?: 1:00pm&lt;br /&gt;3. name a person you've been meaning to contact, but haven't: everyone... havent had much free time lately&lt;br /&gt;4. what is the last lame excuse you made?: I'll get to it...&lt;br /&gt;5. have you ever watched an infomercial all the way through?: no, i hate that shit... useless people trying to sell useless crap&lt;br /&gt;6.  what happened to six? did it decide to just not show up?&lt;br /&gt;7. how many times did you hit the snooze button on your alarm clock today?: i didnt even turn it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLUTTONY&lt;br /&gt;1. what is your overpriced yuppie beverage of choice?: Starbucks whtie chocolate mocha/ double chocolate chip frappuchino&lt;br /&gt;2. meat eaters: white meat or dark meat?: hehehe.... white&lt;br /&gt;3. what is the greatest amount of alcohol you've had in one sitting/outing/event?: propbably with -S at dirty old man's birthday party!&lt;br /&gt;4. have you ever used a professional diet company?: No&lt;br /&gt;5. do you have an issue with your weight?: depends on how i feel&lt;br /&gt;6. do you prefer sweets, salty foods, or spicy foods?: SWEET&lt;br /&gt;7. have you ever looked at a small housepet or child and thought, "LUNCH"?: Cat- freezer ( save for later), Child- toss them back, dont taste so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUST&lt;br /&gt;1. how many people have you seen naked (not counting movies/family)?: Too many, and some of them i REALLY didnt want to see!&lt;br /&gt;2. how many people have seen YOU naked (not counting physicians/family)?: Enough&lt;br /&gt;3. have you ever caught yourself staring at the chest/crotch of a member of your gender of choice during a normal conversation?: No, I like butts.&lt;br /&gt;4. have you "done it"?: yeah... who wants to know?&lt;br /&gt;5. what is your favorite body part on a person of your gender of choice?:Arms and ass! (should look at Hockey guy's arms and ass!)&lt;br /&gt;6. have you ever been propositioned by a prostitute?: No, i put them in jail&lt;br /&gt;7. have you ever had to get tested for an STD or pregnancy?: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREED&lt;br /&gt;1. how many credit cards do you own?: too many for me&lt;br /&gt;2. what's your guilty pleasure in a store?: Hockey guy, starbucks&lt;br /&gt;3. if you had $1 million, what would you do with it?: Pay off my credit cards, my car, and my parents' house, buy me a house, some land, and a horse. Save what's left.&lt;br /&gt;4. would you rather be rich, or famous?: Rich&lt;br /&gt;5. would you accept a boring job if it meant you would make megabucks?: no i like a changing scenery...&lt;br /&gt;6. have you ever stolen anything?: no&lt;br /&gt;7. how many MP3s are on your hard drive?: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRIDE&lt;br /&gt;1. what one thing have you done that you're most proud of?: graduated college&lt;br /&gt;2. what's one thing have you done that your parents are most proud of?: found a paying job&lt;br /&gt;3. what thing would you like to accomplish in your life?: this is going to sound silly... find true love.&lt;br /&gt;4. do you get annoyed by coming in second place?: eh... not really&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever entered a contest of skill, knowing you were of much higher skill than all the other competitors?: no,&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever cheated on something to get a higher score?: why would i need to?&lt;br /&gt;7. what did you do today that you're proud of?: woke up and took the puppy out before she peed on herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENVY&lt;br /&gt;1. what item (or person) of your friends would you most want to have for your own:i dunno, havent thought that far...&lt;br /&gt;2. who would you want to go on "Trading Spaces" with?: S and OB&lt;br /&gt;3. if you could be anyone else in the world, who would you be?: Me! I amuse myself!&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever been cheated on?: yup... i dont want to talk about it either...&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever wished you had a physical feature different from your own?: i like curly hair like OB's&lt;br /&gt;6. What inborn trait do you see in others that you wish you had for yourself?: ESP... oh you mean something real.... i dunno&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you wish you'd come up with this survey?: Why should i care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, what is your favorite deadly sin?: Hockey guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537732-112308320687387779?l=officerkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/112308320687387779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537732&amp;postID=112308320687387779&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112308320687387779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112308320687387779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/2005/08/hehehe-istole-this-one-7-deadly-sins.html' title='Hehehe.. Istole this one.... 7 Deadly Sins.....'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553799456720011767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537732.post-112291446240696102</id><published>2005-08-01T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T09:41:02.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehehe....</title><content type='html'>well hockey guy and i spent the weekend at my place! it was fun... we played frisbee golf (eh...something to do outside and spend time with hockey guy), then came back to my apartment... happy to say that the spasy puppy likes hockey guy a lot! we watched movies for the rest of the night and then we ordered chinese food at 10:15 pm.. needless to say, we should have ordered the food earlier, cause it was blah food. but i told hockey guy that next time we will order from my favorite place. we didnt go to sleep till about 2:45am and didnt get out of bed till... shit i dont remember, i remember the dog barking cause she had to pee...so i got up and took her out... i left hockey guy sleeping... he looked so cute! *sighs* &lt;br /&gt;anyways, i  can just say that i had a good weekend, and i say Da and S sunday night. Da told me that friday we are playing drunken candyland... i have to bring hockey guy also... so OB if you are in the area come by, hopefully hockey guy can come, if he doesnt have to work on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i have to go... laundry to do... blah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537732-112291446240696102?l=officerkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/112291446240696102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537732&amp;postID=112291446240696102&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112291446240696102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112291446240696102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/2005/08/hehehe.html' title='Hehehe....'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553799456720011767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537732.post-112270254049323369</id><published>2005-07-30T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T22:49:00.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh...</title><content type='html'>Well it's officially saturday.... meh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, i got to ride with a Sgt... so today i was training how to be a Sergeant!! hehehe... its not all solitaire... we worked today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have a new trainer... for the last week and a 1/2 of this phase... ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reason: my other trainer managed to get an IAD (interal affairs) complaint logged against both of us! yeah, we were guarding a juvenile who got shot in the ass... and a fight broke out between someother officers and a patient, i wanted to jump in and help, my trainer told me no... so the hospital police are logging a complaint against us cause we didnt jump in and help... shit i was told not too by my trainer... my hands were tied there... but i talked to my sergeant and he told me not to worry, since i was told not to help in the fight, there should be no action against me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh i hate drama... makes me tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hockey guy and i are doing great! he knows how to take care of a drunk Kitty. lets just say that he was a gentleman... and didnt do anything to me, except take my shoes off... he even put a blanket on me and stayed next to me all night! awww.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and mr whiny is being an ass... the bitch knows i'm dating hockey guy... i even told him that i'm dating hockey guy... and the bitch still had the nerve to ask me out on a date!!! someone bitch slap him... and to top it all off... the bitch will not stop text messaging me... even when i dont respond!! someone slap some sense into him! hockey guy offered to tell him what's up, but i dont think he needs something that harsh... or does he??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537732-112270254049323369?l=officerkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/112270254049323369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537732&amp;postID=112270254049323369&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112270254049323369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112270254049323369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/2005/07/meh.html' title='Meh...'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553799456720011767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537732.post-112214193580628469</id><published>2005-07-23T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T11:05:35.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah Saturday!!</title><content type='html'>Well hockey guy is back in town... and today i am going to watch him play hockey! then we are going to go out with his roommate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also today.. i was checking my city email and found that i recieved a supeona for a felony that happened back in march, when i first started training and my first commendation. OVERTIME!! cause i should be on night shift by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well not much is going on at work... 2 more weeks and i will be on ghost phase and then on my own!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537732-112214193580628469?l=officerkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/112214193580628469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537732&amp;postID=112214193580628469&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112214193580628469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112214193580628469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/2005/07/yeah-saturday.html' title='Yeah Saturday!!'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553799456720011767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537732.post-112157498642857447</id><published>2005-07-16T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T21:36:26.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>well today ends my first day off... it was nice... i was lazy... i talked to hockey guy 2x today! he comes back on friday!!!! i'm so excited!!! he told me tonight that he is taking me out when he gets back! well i hope so, its going to be 2 weeks since the last time i got to see him! -S told me that hockey guy has passed the committee... ask -S about the committee... its new to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, not much to say right now... i'm tired... going to go dream of hockey guy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537732-112157498642857447?l=officerkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/112157498642857447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537732&amp;postID=112157498642857447&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112157498642857447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112157498642857447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/2005/07/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553799456720011767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537732.post-112136324897475857</id><published>2005-07-14T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T10:47:28.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun night in Big D!!</title><content type='html'>well last night i "pulled a OB!" What that means is that i sat on a prisoner until i got some help to handcuff and walk to the car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started about 530pm, when Asshole went over to baby's momma's house with diapers. momma was happy.. after about 30 min, momma got tired of asshole being there and told him that he needed to leave... well he got angry, grabbed the child and started to push momma around... well momma picks up the phone to call police, when asshole yanks the cord out of the wall... well momma starts yelling at him to give back her baby and to just leave, he starts to push her around and out of her own apt. well the entire complex comes outside and is watching. momma runs over to a payphone and calls the police, he hangs the phone up, she calls again, well he again hangs the phone up and tells her that she cant call. well she tries one more time and he grabs the phone receiver and yanks it off of the payphone cord.... she goes to slap him and he grabs her hand and bites her... breaking the skin... she throws her house keys at him and takes off running down the street to a payphone and calls us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got to her she was crying saying that he took her baby... we went back over to her place and try to get in the front door... its locked... my trainer goes around to the sliding glass door, its unlocked so we go inside and make sure that he isnt there... he tore the place up... while i am in there getting her info and the baby's info and reading the Prot. Order.  asshole starts calling and hanging up and cusing at her... well she hands me the phone and i tell him that he is in direct violation of the P.O. against him and that he needs to return the child to her mother.... he immediately hung up... he called back again, and the momma handed me the phone, and again i tell him that he needs to return the child, he tells me that this is none of my fucking business you fucking bitch and that i should come and get him if i was a real cop... ooooo that pissed me off, my trainer saw my face getting red and my jaw started to set... my trainer took the phone from me and hung it up... told me to calm down and when we catch him that i can beat his ass.... ok with me... so i finish getting all the info and the asshole called again (13 times to be exact) and leaves a message on momma's machine telling her that she is never going to see her baby again... more icing on the cake.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we go to the station and start talking to the right people and find out that we cannot put kidnapping on him since he did not directly say that he was going to harm the child. grrrr...&lt;br /&gt;my trainer and i go to starbucks and get something to drink before we start on out mountain of paperwork on this asshole when we get a call of a burg in progress.... at momma's house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we take off like a bat outta hell... we get there and we make entry, i hear a commotion and the asshole takes off running out the back door, arms loaded with baby supplies... i start chasing him down the street... i yell at him to stop running and get on the ground, well he drops the property and turns around and puts his fists up.... i see that and keep running at him, but i ducked my head down and tensed up my shoulder... and i nailed him dead center in the chest with my head and squarely in the abs with my shoulder... and knocked him on his ass...... i fell on top of him, drew my gun and yelled at him to roll over onto his stomach and put his arms straight out infront of him or i was going to shoot him if he tried to fight me.... oh i was pissed..... i sat on him with my gun pointed right at him until my trainer showed up... my trainer talked softly and told me to get up off of him... i yelled at asshole that if he tried anything while i was moving that he was going to get shot.... i was still pissed... asshole ran from me and then tried to fight me..... so my trainer handcuffed the guy and left him on the ground while he told me to go get the car so we can take the asshole to jail....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got down to the jail, my trainer and i walked in with asshole, (who by the way looked like he had his ass put through the wringer!) and i have a shit eating grin on my face... picture this.. a 6'01" 250 lb prisoner with ripped pants, scrapped elbows and a large scrape on his face walking in handcuffs with a 5'04" cop who weighs about 160 lbs with all of her equipment on!!! all the jail staff and trustees had this shocked look on their faces when we walked in... my trainer was walking behind us with the same type of grin on his face, but that is because he didnt have to run or bulldoze a prisoner to the ground.... the jailers looked at me and then looked at asshole and started to snicker, the trustees began doing the samething... asshole turns his head towards the trustees to say something, when i tell him that he will continue to look straight ahead at the wall infront of him or he will get his ass handed to him again! so he turns his head back straight and behaves through the book in process... when it came time to put him in the holdover, he starts walking towards it and stops turns around and tells me that i didnt do shit to him and that i'm gonna get it... i tell him that the next time i see him in my part of town again, that i wont be so nice and really beat his ass.... oh that made me mad.... asshole turns around and putshis head down and his shoulders slump and he walks into the hold over tank.... as i am walking to the report writing area, i hear someone yell that there is a fight in hold over, i stop and look to see who they bring out, and no doubt they bring out asshole, more tore up than what i did to him... dumbass thought that he could pick a fight in the jail... hell in there there are no holds bared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i continued to walk to the report writing area and i see my old class advisor, he sees asshole and states that he would like to meet the person that beat his ass.... i told him that he was talking to her... he laughs and tells me good job....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did do a good job, my first foot chase and i won!! plus we stacked the charges against this guy, cause he was truely a real asshole... not like my fish! Plus i got overtime !!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537732-112136324897475857?l=officerkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/112136324897475857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537732&amp;postID=112136324897475857&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112136324897475857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112136324897475857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/2005/07/fun-night-in-big-d.html' title='Fun night in Big D!!'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553799456720011767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537732.post-112136117442983407</id><published>2005-07-14T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T10:12:54.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok ok... stop asking everyone else questions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;ok as the title says, why ask everyone else questions, when you can just ask me... i'm the one with the answers.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;I was talking to -S, and come to find out, people are asking her questions about me and hockey guy... well i havent told -S the answers... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;so here goes....&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;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: How did you guys meet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Funny thing.... &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STARBUCKS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Go Figure! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;     I walked in and happened to look around the room and saw hockey guy looking at me and checking me out... well I ordered my drink and scrounged up some courage and walked over to him and said HI. Well we hit it off from there.... we talked at Starbucks for at least 2 1/2 hours. then you guys know the rest....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: Is hockey guy a cop?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; No, he is a car insurance adjuster! Fun times there... I asked him why he didnt want to be a cop and he told me that he leaves that to the real heros (awww) he said that at one point he wanted to be a cop, but chose the marines instead, he did his time and went to the marine reserve and continues to play with bombs there... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you guys have any more questions about this.... ask me... i may know the answers to some of the questions... I promise that i wont bite...&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/12537732-112136117442983407?l=officerkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/112136117442983407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537732&amp;postID=112136117442983407&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112136117442983407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112136117442983407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/2005/07/ok-ok-stop-asking-everyone-else.html' title='Ok ok... stop asking everyone else questions...'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553799456720011767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537732.post-112123171838510709</id><published>2005-07-12T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T22:15:18.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- YOUR PORN STAR NAME: (first pet's name + street you lived on as a child)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Riley Centennial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (favorite snack food + grandfather's last name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pringles Chustz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME: (First word you see on your left + favorite resturant)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cage Sicilianos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- EXOTIC FOREIGNER ALIAS: (Favorite Spice + Last Foreign Vacation Spot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oregano Manhattan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SOCIALITE ALIAS: (Silliest Childhood Nickname + Town Where You First Partied)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;KFC Huntsville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "FLY GIRL" ALIAS (a la J. Lo): (First Initial + First Two or Three Letters of your Last Name)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;K. Chu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ICON ALIAS: (Something Sweet Within Sight + Any Liquid in Kitchen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Caramel Tire Foam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-DETECTIVE ALIAS: (Favorite Baby Animal + Where You Went to High School)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Filly Bishop Lynch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SOAP OPERA ALIAS: (Middle Name + Street Where You First Lived)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thomasine Centennial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ROCK STAR ALIAS: (Favorite Candy + Last Name Of Favorite Musician)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snickers 3 Doors Down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Have fun with this one!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537732-112123171838510709?l=officerkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/112123171838510709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537732&amp;postID=112123171838510709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112123171838510709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112123171838510709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/2005/07/your-porn-star-name-first-pets-name.html' title=''/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553799456720011767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537732.post-112110017707758428</id><published>2005-07-11T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T10:31:53.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehehe... I stole this from -S... shame on me for stealing!!!</title><content type='html'>A is for Age - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B is for Booze - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Midori Sour, Parrot Bay and Sprite and keep 'em coming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C is for Career - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Dallas PD!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D is for Dad's name - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Which one you want... his legal name (Joseph) or the one he goes by (Carl)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E is for Essential Item to bring to a Party - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;alcohol...and me, of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F is for Favorite Songs at the Moment -- &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want you to want me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G is for Goof off thing to do - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Be me!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H is for Hometown - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Dallas, my new playground!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I is for Instrument you play - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I can play the radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J is for Jam or Jelly you like -&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; strawberry. mmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K is for Kids - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Do you really want more of me running around... the world would be in a world of hurt!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L is for Living arrangement - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;by myself and my dog, and 4 fishes!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M is for Mom's name - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Lyla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N is for Names of best friends - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morrigan, -S, OB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O is for overnight hospital stays - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2001 stayed with my grandma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;P is for Phobias - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;open water that you can't see through and snakes..... eeeewwwwww&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q is for Quote you like - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You tried, and you failed, so the lesson is, never try. - Homer J. Simpson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R is for Relationship that lasted longest -&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i would have to say the one with Mr Whiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S is for Siblings -&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 2 one who is 22 going on 18 and the other who is 18 and going on 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;T is for Texas , Ever been? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ummm yeah, its only been my home my entire life... who made up these questions anyways??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;U is for Unique trait - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In amusing myself I somehow amuse others&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V if for Vegetable you love -&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; corn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W is for Worst traits - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sometimes i can be really mean to others without meaning too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X - is for XRays you've had -&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; wrist, teeth, ribs, ankle... i need my head done too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Y is for Yummy food you make - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;cereal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z is for Zodiac sign - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Capricorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537732-112110017707758428?l=officerkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/112110017707758428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537732&amp;postID=112110017707758428&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112110017707758428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112110017707758428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/2005/07/hehehe-i-stole-this-from-s-shame-on-me.html' title='Hehehe... I stole this from -S... shame on me for stealing!!!'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553799456720011767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537732.post-112092503822736045</id><published>2005-07-09T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T09:03:58.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get this....</title><content type='html'>Ok, yesterday I was supposed to see the new Batman movie with Da. Well I was talking to hockey guy through Msn and he told me that he would take me... Ok i like that idea!!! so i was going to call Da and tell him... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well Da called me about 5pm and asked if i still wanted to see the movie... all the while i hear girls giggling in the background... so i told him no and to go have fun with his friends. he said cool, and hung up... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then about 6pm, hockey guy calledand asked me to look up movie times, and if i wanted to eat before the movie or to get drinks after the movie, i told him that we could see how things go and take it from there. so we got to the theatre and picked a 7pm showing cause it wasnt crowded and hockey guy doesnt have to leave for california till 4pm today! so i bought the tickets and he bought the popcorn and drinks, fair. then once we got our popcorn, he asked if i liked butter on my popcorn, sure. so while he was getting the straws and napkins, i was having fun with the butter machine, he thought that it was cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the movie was cool, especially all the toys he got to play with and the fire-breathing horse... i need to get me one of those! anyways, during the movie he was so sweet... he actually shared the popcorn and didnt hog it all like Da usually does! anyways, midway through the movie he asked me if i was cold, i said yeah, cause i was and he put his arm around me... smooth! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well then the movie ended and we decided to go and get some drinks and hang out. we went to a sports bar that was close by. we got a pool table and then the heavy flirting began.. i was playing horribly and he thought that it was cute that i was getting frustrated... so i started to relax and have some fun. we both started to try diffferent distractionary (is that even a word?) techniques. he kept leaning over my shoulder and talking softly into my ear, and i would lean on him and scratch the back of his head! yeah, our pool games, whatever game we had went out the window, but i had a great time, he was easy to talk to and i felt comfortable around him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, once we were done playing pool, we sat around and people watched. that was fun we pointed out the different people and the stupid shit they were doing to get the attention of the opposite sex.in the middle of all of this, i get a text message... from Mr whiny... i ignore it and continue with my evening, i told hockey guy that mr whiny can wait. then somehow we got on the subject of butts and boobs... i found out that hockey guy is a butt man and i apparently have a good butt... ok, so i told him that i was a arms and butt girl, and then he proceeded to show me his tattoo on his upper bicep,while flexing.... nice arms and great butt too! then he tells me that he is going to give me a good night kiss... and he leaves it at that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well then it came time to go, we walked towards the door and he grabs my hand and holds it, awww... once we were out the door, i notice a car-full of people with the car not running, me i switch into cop mode and start watching them... hockey guy instantly put his arm around my waist and whispers in my ear that i wasnt on duty and to just forget about them, while blocking my view of them and walking me towards my truck! that was very smooth! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to get to our vehicles, we had to climb down a small retaining wall, so he got down it first, turns around grabs my waist and i am instantly on the ground next to my truck and he is hugging me. he then tells me that he had a great first date with me and i start to blush, he then leans in to give me a kiss and met him half way and kissed him. he pulled back in surprise and told me that he was going to give me a kiss on the cheek, yeah but i redirected... i've been wanting to kiss him all night, but i just didnt find the right time, so i redirected his kiss and surprised him! yes go me! i have to tell you, that boy can kiss!! well then it ends and we have to part our separated ways, but he tells me that he is going to call me sometime within the next 2 weeks if he has time, ok, i tell him, but i dont want to get him in any sort of trouble with his commanding officer. he just laughed and told me that i couldnt get him in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my way home, i called mr whiny to see what he wanted and he just wanted to talk. so i told him about my evening and he said that it was good that i was getting out... ok whatever. he then tells me that he doesnt think that his relationship with what's her name is going to last through the month, she is apparently crazy, i told him that he really knows how to attract the crazy ones, he laughs and tells me that i wasnt crazy. ok so our conversation ends and i am getting ready to go to bed... not 15 min after the first phone call, mr whiny calls me back and tells me that he has to get something off his chest... he asked me if i ever had any thought about us getting back together.... (hahaha, i have hockey guy!) i told him that i had a fleeting thought way back when, but then i pushed it aside and continued on with my life. i dont think that was the answer that he was looking for, cause he was silent for w few minutes. then he proceeded to tell me how much he missed me and that our break up had no reason at all... well duh!! to appease him i told him that maybe somewhere in the future, there might be a chance of us getting back together, but that is way in the future (and i have hockey guy at the moment, and i like him a lot!) mr whiny said ok (like he was satisfied with that answer) and told me to have a good night and hung up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boys are stupid... but they are fun to play with, but i think i'll stick with hockey guy and see where that takes me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks -S, for your help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537732-112092503822736045?l=officerkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/112092503822736045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537732&amp;postID=112092503822736045&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112092503822736045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112092503822736045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/2005/07/get-this.html' title='Get this....'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553799456720011767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537732.post-112080488610343045</id><published>2005-07-08T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T23:41:26.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over... but it was SOOOO beautiful!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, OB and A/c's wedding is over... but it was absolutley gorgous!! OB was soooo beatuiful... she deserves this.... and the best part... i managed not to screw it up... let me explain... tuesday.. i was working my "fabulous" trainer would not let me leave until 10 min until 10... that was "as early as you could leave..." whatever.. but i managed not to get lost, thanks to good directions from -S, or lost the tiny little road that led to the hotel... anyways.. when i finally got to the hotel, -S and OB briefly briefed me on what to do... right together... left together... dont trip... look pretty and smile... oh and your groomsman wasnt at the rehearsal either.... !!!!! ok.. works for me... but i tried for OB and didnt screw up her big day by tripping or making an ass out of my self in front of her family at the wedding... at the reception... that's another story... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, that's just one of the reasons that i decided to write today, at least right now.... i have to opportunity to date 2 hot guys... i'm not coordinated to date both of them, so i would like some help one which one to pick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - let's call him...rookie M... he is the tall and hot, wild black hair and piercing light brown eyes... he is great to look at, but my conversations with him are awkward... it's like we will talk about something that is in the moment but then that awkward silence rolls around... but he always makes me smile, and he always smiles at me when i catch his eye... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - let's call him...hockey guy... he is tall and hot also.. but he has brown hair and blue eyes that you can look at and become trapped in them... the good kind of trapped... but i havent known him very long like i have known rookie M. but i can talk to hockey guy and not run out of conversation, plus i he is also great to look at... he makes me laugh and smile... and he gives good hugs (+ there!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537732-112080488610343045?l=officerkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/112080488610343045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537732&amp;postID=112080488610343045&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112080488610343045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112080488610343045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-over-but-it-was-soooo-beautiful.html' title='It&apos;s over... but it was SOOOO beautiful!!!'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553799456720011767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537732.post-112011231057775413</id><published>2005-06-29T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T23:18:30.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcohol is my friend!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;The Drink Wheel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;font size="1"&gt;On-Line BrAC Calculator&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="#About"&gt;About&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;a href="#Disclaimer"&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Geneva" size="3"&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;form method="POST" action="http://www.intox.com/wheel/drinkwheelresults.asp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;I have had &lt;input type="text" size="3" maxlength="3" name="Number" value="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;select name="DrinkType" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option selected value="US beer(s)"&gt;US beer(s)&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Light beer(s)"&gt;Light beer(s)&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Reduced alcohol beer(s)"&gt;Reduced alcohol beer(s)&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Pint(s) of beer"&gt;Pint(s) of beer&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Malt liquor(s)"&gt;Malt liquor(s)&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Glass(es) of table wine"&gt;Glass(es) of table wine&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Glass(es) of Champagne"&gt;Glass(es) of Champagne&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Glass(es) of Fortified/Dessert wine"&gt;Glass(es) of Fortified/Dessert wine&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Bloody Mary(s)"&gt;Bloody Mary(s)&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Gin and Tonic(s)"&gt;Gin and Tonic(s)&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Highball(s)"&gt;Highball(s)&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Irish Coffee(s)"&gt;Irish Coffee(s)&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="On the Rocks"&gt;On the Rocks&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Pina Colada(s)"&gt;Pina Colada(s)&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Screwdriver(s)"&gt;Screwdriver(s)&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Tom Collins"&gt;Tom Collins&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Whiskey Sour(s)"&gt;Whiskey Sour(s)&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Margarita(s)"&gt;Margarita(s)&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Airline miniature(s)"&gt;Airline miniature(s)&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Gimlet(s)"&gt;Gimlet(s)&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Old-fashioned(s)"&gt;Old-fashioned(s)&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Mint Julep(s)"&gt;Mint Julep(s)&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Black Russian(s)"&gt;Black Russian(s)&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Dry Martini(s)"&gt;Dry Martini(s)&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Manhattan(s)"&gt;Manhattan(s)&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Rob Roy(s)"&gt;Rob Roy(s)&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Double(s) on the Rocks"&gt;Double(s) on the Rocks&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Frozen Daquiri(s)"&gt;Frozen Daquiri(s)&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/select&gt; over a period of &lt;input type="text" size="3" maxlength="3" name="Hours" value="1"&gt; hour(s)&lt;a HREF="http://www.intox.com/credits.asp#Drink Wheel"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Geneva" size="3"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;I am &lt;input type="radio" name="Sex" value="male" checked&gt;Male &lt;input type="radio" name="Sex" value="female"&gt;Female&lt;br /&gt;      (&lt;a href="http://www.intox.com/physiology.asp#Gender"&gt;Explanation&lt;/a&gt; of gender differences in Blood&lt;br /&gt;      Alcohol Concentration)&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Geneva" size="3"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;and I weigh &lt;input type="text" size="3" maxlength="3" name="Weight" value="150"&gt; &lt;input type="radio" name="MassUnits" value="pounds" checked&gt;Pounds &lt;input type="radio" name="MassUnits" value="kilos"&gt;Kilograms&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Geneva" size="3"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;and I live in&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;select name="Country" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option selected value="United States"&gt;United States&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Australia"&gt;Australia&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Austria"&gt;Austria&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Belgium"&gt;Belgium&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Canada"&gt;Canada&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Cyprus"&gt;Cyprus&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Finland"&gt;Finland&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="France"&gt;France&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Korea"&gt;Korea&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Hong Kong"&gt;Hong Kong&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Netherlands"&gt;Netherlands&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="New Zealand"&gt;New Zealand&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Norway"&gt;Norway&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Portugal"&gt;Portugal&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="South Africa"&gt;South Africa&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Spain"&gt;Spain&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Sweden"&gt;Sweden&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="Taiwan"&gt;Taiwan&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="United Kingdom"&gt;United Kingdom&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;option value="United States"&gt;United States&lt;/option&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/select&gt; &lt;br /&gt;      (so that the result is displayed in the appropriate units).&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Geneva" size="3"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Estimate my Blood/Breath Alcohol Concentration" name="drinkwheel"&gt; &lt;input type="reset" value="Clear Data"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Geneva" size="3"&gt; &lt;hr align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;h3&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a name="About"&gt;About the Drink Wheel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Geneva" size="3"&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;The Intoximeters Inc. "Drink Wheel"&lt;a HREF="http://www.intox.com/Credits.asp#Drink Wheel"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is a form that you can fill out. Upon completion we will instantly compute your estimated blood/breath alcohol  concentration ("BAC") based on the information that you have provided and return that estimate to you. It is presented as a public service to Intoximeters web site visitors. Its primary purpose is to provide useful information about the responsible use of alcohol.&lt;font  face="Verdana,Arial,Geneva" size="3"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;h3&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Why is it called a "Drink Wheel"?&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Geneva" size="3"&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;We call it the "Drink Wheel" because it is based on various paper and cardboard BAC calculators that are given out in alcohol awareness programs, some of which are in the form of a wheel that you can spin around to calculate your estimated BAC based on what and how much you have had to drink.&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Geneva" size="3"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;h3&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a name="Disclaimer"&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Geneva" size="3"&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;It would be extremely foolish for us&lt;br /&gt;    to pretend that our "Drink Wheel" can tell you what your BAC actually is, first because it would open us up to an incredible amount of potential liability and second if it really did work accurately there would be no need for anyone to buy the instruments that we make and sell.&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Geneva" size="3"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;A person's actual BAC is dependent on  many complex factors, including their physical condition (body composition, health etc...) and what they have recently ingested (including food, water, medications and other drugs).  This site includes a more detailed discussion of the &lt;a HREF="http://www.intox.com/physiology.asp"&gt;Pharmacology and Disposition of alcohol in humans&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Geneva" size="3"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;The results that are generated are rough estimates of an average healthy person's BAC assuming typical beverage sizes, recipes and alcohol content. The BAC estimates generated by the &lt;b&gt;Drink Wheel&lt;/b&gt; should not be used to infer anyone's fitness to work, drive or perform any other task or duty.&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Geneva" size="3"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537732-112011231057775413?l=officerkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/112011231057775413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537732&amp;postID=112011231057775413&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112011231057775413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112011231057775413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/2005/06/alcohol-is-my-friend.html' title='Alcohol is my friend!!!'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553799456720011767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537732.post-112002543986375210</id><published>2005-06-28T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T23:10:39.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously... I'm not dead!!!</title><content type='html'>ok... seriously... i didnt die... nor did i fall off the face of the earth.... i've just been really busy with work and moving and watching my g-mom make sure nothing happens to her while she is here... she is the only one i have left and i dont want to lose her just yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had fun in h-town this past weekend... i didnt mean to make what's her face jealous... i dont want mr whiny back... just for that reason... but please slap me if i start having 2nd thoughts... please... or at least try to talk some sense into me before you slap me so i know why you are slapping me... maybe i'm just getting desparate... but i dont know if that is the word i would use right now... anyways... i'm still marrying Matt Damon... he just doesnt know it yet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going now.. i'll try to keep this somewhat updated... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 more weeks on evenings!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparky Jr (aka shit magnet Only on evening shift for now, until they can think of something better)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537732-112002543986375210?l=officerkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/112002543986375210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537732&amp;postID=112002543986375210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112002543986375210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/112002543986375210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/2005/06/seriously-im-not-dead.html' title='seriously... I&apos;m not dead!!!'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553799456720011767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537732.post-111903159854089209</id><published>2005-06-17T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T11:06:38.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not dead!!!</title><content type='html'>Well as you all know, S and I are moving... but i did a great thing for all my friends, i wont ask you all to help..... why you might ask... well because i used my brain (that's a surprise!) and my checkbook to hire some movers!! (and the people rejoice!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont have much to say right now.. other than my internet wont be up and running for at least 45 days, but i will have my parents' internet. so keep on with updates, i'll try to keep up with my updates~~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laters, &lt;br /&gt;sparky jr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537732-111903159854089209?l=officerkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/111903159854089209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537732&amp;postID=111903159854089209&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/111903159854089209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/111903159854089209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-not-dead.html' title='I&apos;m not dead!!!'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553799456720011767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537732.post-111782439745439801</id><published>2005-06-03T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T11:46:37.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Quizes... i think that's how you spell that...</title><content type='html'>Wackiness: 56/100&lt;br /&gt;Rationality: 50/100&lt;br /&gt;Constructiveness: 50/100&lt;br /&gt;Leadership: 56/100 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a WEDL--Wacky Emotional Destructive Leader. This makes you a Anarchist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't give a damn. When push comes to shove, you just forget about it--it's just not worth the heartache. What this means for others is that dealing with you can be aggravating, because they find they can't get you motivated about things they care about. What this means for you is that you are happier, calmer, and saner then they are on their best days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are near-immune to criticism, and those who know you well acknowledge and respect that. You may come across as lazy, but the truth is that you find little to get worked up about. Regardless, you have slews of friends, because they are fascinated by your world view, jealous of your lifestyle, and drawn to the fact that you are hilarious to be around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a pillar in a sea of hot-bloodedness. You have a sweet tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny/Dark: 7/10&lt;br /&gt;drY/Gross: 7/10&lt;br /&gt;Traditional/Offbeat: 3/10&lt;br /&gt;Active/Passive: 9/10 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a DGT--Dark Gross Traditional. This makes you a Prankster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comedy for you is when a person is kept in the most discomfort for the longest period of time. This means practical jokes, pranks, and sticking a hair up a sleeping person's nose so he slaps himself awake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are probably locked in some terrifying practical joke one-ups-manship with a like- minded soul. You are also probably a dude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are able to acknowledge that Dumb and Dumber was a good movie, and that makes you a good person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might like Meet the Parents, Punk'd, and that part in Bruce Campbell's If Chins Could Kill where he convinces a friend that his car has been shoved off a cliff. I'm not describing this adequately. You got to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the 20109 people who have taken this quiz, 13.7 % are this type. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Active humor score of 9/10 means you are a comic house on fire. You are Def Comedy Jam (for the first five minutes, before it becomes repetitive and degrading). You are a library of witty rejoinders, in-jokes, ad-libs and meatballs. Yeah, I said meatballs. They're underrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trick for you is to ease yourself into a situation, since you have the capacity to dominate. If you're socially well-adjusted, you're awesome. If you're kind of nervous and twitchy like Daniel Radcliff in the Prisoner of Azkaban special features, then there can be trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hehehe... i knew that it was true... i am a prankster... DA...watch out... i'm gonna snatch your doormat again... oh wait we already did!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537732-111782439745439801?l=officerkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/111782439745439801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537732&amp;postID=111782439745439801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/111782439745439801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/111782439745439801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/2005/06/some-quizes-i-think-thats-how-you.html' title='Some Quizes... i think that&apos;s how you spell that...'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553799456720011767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537732.post-111777133468214895</id><published>2005-06-02T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T21:02:14.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>huh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-family: serif; font-size: 11pt;" width="350" align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=5&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FF9AD3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your #1 Love Type: INFP&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFC3E5"&gt;The Idealist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you crave a long term, harmonious relationship.&lt;br /&gt;For you, sex doesn't come quickly - it takes time for you to open up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you are supportive, nurturing, and expressive.&lt;br /&gt;However, you tend to be shy and protective of your personal space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best matches: ENFJ and ESFJ&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourdatingtypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Love Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537732-111777133468214895?l=officerkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/111777133468214895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537732&amp;postID=111777133468214895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/111777133468214895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/111777133468214895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/2005/06/huh.html' title='huh...'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553799456720011767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537732.post-111777104366172214</id><published>2005-06-02T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T20:57:23.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is TOO FUNNY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=left bgcolor=#FFCDDD&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style='color:black; font-size: 12pt;'&gt;Your Porn Star Name is: &lt;b&gt;Jenny Jiggles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/pornname.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get your own Porn Star Name&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537732-111777104366172214?l=officerkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/111777104366172214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537732&amp;postID=111777104366172214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/111777104366172214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/111777104366172214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-is-too-funny.html' title='This is TOO FUNNY!!'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553799456720011767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537732.post-111777024160170851</id><published>2005-06-02T20:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T20:53:37.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehehe... get this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You May Be a Bit Schizotypal ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.quizdiva.net/disorder/kramer.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit odd and socially isolated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't care less of what others think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some of your beliefs are a little weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that time you thought you were Jesus.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/personalitydisorderquiz/"&gt;What Personality Disorder Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537732-111777024160170851?l=officerkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/111777024160170851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537732&amp;postID=111777024160170851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/111777024160170851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/111777024160170851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/2005/06/hehehe-get-this_02.html' title='Hehehe... get this...'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553799456720011767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537732.post-111777021000571676</id><published>2005-06-02T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T20:43:51.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehehe... get this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You May Be a Bit Schizotypal ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/disorder/kramer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit odd and socially isolated.&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't care less of what others think.&lt;br /&gt;And some of your beliefs are a little weird.&lt;br /&gt;Like that time you thought you were Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537732-111777021000571676?l=officerkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/111777021000571676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537732&amp;postID=111777021000571676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/111777021000571676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/111777021000571676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/2005/06/hehehe-get-this.html' title='Hehehe... get this...'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553799456720011767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537732.post-111774208683971382</id><published>2005-06-02T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T12:54:46.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh...</title><content type='html'>Well this week I didnt see my regular trainer at all! I think he is tired of me already... i dont know what it is... maybe i drive too fast for him... oh well. i had fun with the other 2 trainers that i rode with, plus they actually treated me like an officer and not a stupid rookie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the deal with the house that i was supposed to rent.... the landlady is nuts!! she expected to know when exactly i get paid so she could get her money... i dont know the dates.... shit, this woman made me so mad that my dad thought that it was funny cause he saw his temper coming out in me! later we laughed about it, but this woman still pisses me off... so i talked to my parental units today and decided not to move into the house... saves money and time. get this though... this lady wanted $104,000 for the 3 bed 1 1/2 bath pier and beam house! that's nuts... its too much money and she wasnt going to even ask me if i wanted to buy it! grrrr that lady makes me mad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well to cool down i'll do that quiz thing that OB did....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accent: uh.... i dont have an accent.... or do i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bra Size: 36C ( i need straps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chore I Hate: cleaning house and putting laundry away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's Name: which one you want, the name he goes by or the name that is on his DL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essential Makeup: dont really wear much any more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Perfume: Ambercrombie for Women or Clinque Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gold or Silver: White Gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hometown: Dallas TX!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting Fact: ummmmm.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job Title: I AM THE LAW!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids: do you really think that the world is ready for more of me running around??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living Arrangements: up in the air at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's Birthplace: England&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of Apples Eaten Last Week: ummm.. i was supposed to eat apples for this thing?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overnight Hospital Stay: 2002, may, when my grandma was dying, i slept in her room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phobias: swimming in deep bodies of water like the ocean or a lake where I do not know what is beneath me and SNAKES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question You Ask Yourself a Lot: What just happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religious Affiliation: Catholic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siblings: 2 brothers: Brandon and Nathan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time I Wake Up: depends on what time i get off work and what time i go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unnatural Hair Color: not since HS when i used to get highlights during the summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural Hair Color: I was told that it was the color of a chestnut horse... so chestnut it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegetable I Refuse To Eat: lima beans and brussel sprouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Habit: procrastination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-Rays: teeth, wrist, ankle, foot, ribs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy Food I Make: fudge and chicken spinach alfredo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign: Capricorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i think i'm done for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537732-111774208683971382?l=officerkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/111774208683971382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537732&amp;postID=111774208683971382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/111774208683971382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/111774208683971382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/2005/06/meh.html' title='Meh...'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553799456720011767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537732.post-111713364614110539</id><published>2005-05-26T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T11:54:06.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Officer Sparky... Babysitter</title><content type='html'>well this week was.... well interesting to say the least. monday we got a call about a s. assault... these guys pushed a woman into her aparment... threatened her children to get her to comply and then stole her dvd player and stereo system... go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i was talking to her about going to the hospital.... this is how it went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ma'am, do you want these guys caught?"&lt;br /&gt;"yes... what do i have to do?"&lt;br /&gt;"well we need you to go to the hospital with us and let the doctors look at you"&lt;br /&gt;"ok, is that all?"&lt;br /&gt;"no, i have one more question."&lt;br /&gt;"ok"&lt;br /&gt;"do you have someone that can come and watch your kids while you are at the hospital with us?"&lt;br /&gt;"no, i already called all the people i know and the one person that would be able to told me that she couldnt cause she has to get up early to go to work"&lt;br /&gt;(gee what a friend that lady is)&lt;br /&gt;"oh, well let me talk to my partner and we'll see what we can do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went and talked to my trainer, we ended up taking her 3 kids to the hospital with us... i ended up watching the 14 mo old kid while my trainer watched the other 2 (9yo and 5yo girls). it was actually the most fun i've had beening on overtime! very entertaining! we took the kids to the mcdonalds that was located inside the hospital, i got to feed the baby... he managed to squirt apple juice on himself.... and me... so i smelled like apple juice for the rest of the morning... we didnt get relieved until about 10 am (3 hours past our getting off time). i felt bad leaving our relief (1 officer) with the 3 kids, but he said that he could manage, he has kids of his own. so we left... boy was i tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much else has been going on... this weekend i'm putting tile flooring in the kitchen of the house that i'm moving into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puppy has been doing great... her "grandpa" has been teaching her manners... but they go out the window whenever i show up...go figure. but she has been playing with the other 2 dogs, learning how to dig ( thanks to the big black lab!!) but other than that, she is been doing so well... she has gain at least 10 lbs since i got her back at the end of february. so she is growing like a weed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep is calling my name....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537732-111713364614110539?l=officerkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/111713364614110539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12537732&amp;postID=111713364614110539&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/111713364614110539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12537732/posts/default/111713364614110539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/2005/05/officer-sparky-babysitter.html' title='Officer Sparky... Babysitter'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553799456720011767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12537732.post-111608738824974976</id><published>2005-05-14T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T09:16:37.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid People</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well yesterday was my day off... hey even today is!! I've done nothing today, except laundry and take the puppy out to pee. Yesterday, i went to the doctor... come to find out I have an ear infection and a sore throat to go alone with it! FANASTIC! Anyways, this past week at work i put 4 people in jail...1 for family violence....(I'll tell you about that in a minute...) and 2 for warrants only and 1 for warrants and fail to id - fugitive (Now that's a misdemeanor A!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok about the family violence... well me and my trainer are sitting in the squad car, finishing out vehicle check out, when the assist officer tone comes out over the radio... we listened and heard that DFD needed some assistance controlling a person. Well, I'm driving by the way, we haul ass out of the station, lights and sirens going, down to where DFD was... we get there and i'm expecting to see ems and people fighting, no.... ems is standing there and there is a loud and rather large 300lb woman creating a disturbance... ems couldnt handle her... go figure... anyways, i run up cause i still hear people arguing, and i quickly start separating people. My trainer, starts talking to the 300lb lady... i find out that she is drunk and she got pissed at her 200lb sister for not driving her home. so she attacked her sister, scratched her face all to hell... well her 200lb sister told me that she wanted to press charges. well i got all her info and started talking to witnesses that tried to help stop the attack, while i am talking to the last witness, my trainer calls me over to help him.... the 300lb lady is being handcuffed and him and one other officer is having a hard time. well i go over there, and grab her left wrist, that was the wrong thing to do, the lady looked at me and said "aw hell no!" and jerked her arm forward (with me still attatched), well i jerked her arm back towards me and she starts falling forward...so do i... she hits the ground and i am about to fall on top of her when my trainer grabs the back of my belt and pulls me back to my feet!! well we end up handcuffing her with 2 pairs of cuffs. once we put her in the squard car, her 200 lb sister comes up to me and tells me that she doesnt want to press charges anymore and to let her sister go. HA HA HA yeah right. &lt;strong&gt;Stupid Lady...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, the guy we took to jail for the warrants and the fail to id -fugitive, yeah he was terrorizing his sister and his parents for money for his crack addiction... we talked to his sister and obtained his name and birthday and what had been going on the past couple of days, well we got a description of him and where he might be.. so we went looking for him, found him and started talking to him.. well when we asked for his name and birthday, he gave us the same name his sister told us, but he lied about his birthday... BINGO!!! Misdemeanor A...yeah we took him to jail... &lt;strong&gt;Stupid Guy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh the reason why my new nickname at the station is sparky jr... well ny first night out on deep nights, i tased a drunk guy that wanted to try to kick my ass... yeah he never came close!! &lt;strong&gt;Stupid Guy...&lt;/strong&gt;trying to fight me....yeah right...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well I'll try to inform you about my happenings next week... until then....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sparky Jr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12537732-111608738824974976?l=officerkitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://officerkitty.blogspot.com/feeds/111608738824974976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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of American English do you speak?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Your Linguistic Profile:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80% General American English&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10% Dixie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5% Upper Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5% Yankee&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0% Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/amenglishdialecttest/"&gt;What Kind of American English Do You Speak?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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type='text'>Car Chase</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday started out pretty slow.... then about 1:30pmish or so, my partner and I got a call that 5 people had just stolen a vehicle.... ok, we are on our way.... i was driving and my partner was directing me through traffic as I was doing about 115mph!!! 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