<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5306854</id><updated>2009-02-21T02:26:49.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a girl in the world</title><subtitle type='html'>   &lt;b&gt; tales of a twenty-smthg and other interesting stories...&lt;/b&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474679468519751962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5306854.post-109847083964029499</id><published>2004-10-22T14:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T14:57:57.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have the attention span of a fly I don't know how I survived and passed four years of university.I'm sitting here in class (I have been on course for a week) and it's so hard to pay attention.I find myself listening but then drifting off and I'm sure if the teacher looks at me he probably just sees a girl with her eyes staring unfocussed and blinking every other second as I try to fight off </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/109847083964029499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5306854&amp;postID=109847083964029499' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/109847083964029499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/109847083964029499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-have-attention-span-of-fly-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474679468519751962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933660905638582963'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5306854.post-109846740577945706</id><published>2004-10-21T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T14:59:49.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>t-4 days until the "fat-ness" test.So I signed up for a Fitness test at work the other day. You know the one-where they measure your skinfolds and tell you your %body fat, make you do all kinds of situps, pushups, stretches and cardio to determine your overall fitness level.The dilemma:One there were 2 choices: the complete exhaustive fitness test or the 15 minute one where you get a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/109846740577945706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5306854&amp;postID=109846740577945706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/109846740577945706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/109846740577945706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/2004/10/t-4-days-until-fat-ness-test.html' title=''/><author><name>sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474679468519751962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933660905638582963'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5306854.post-109752449908713314</id><published>2004-10-11T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T19:42:29.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Farewell Superman...I just heard that Christopher Reeve passed away yesterday. I still remember watching my first Superman movie as a kid and from the get go I was hooked. From the 'Adventures of Lois and Clark' to the modern day 'Smallville'; I've always had a certain fondness for the man in tights. Even though the actors changed, it was Reeve who brought this comic book character to reality. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/109752449908713314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5306854&amp;postID=109752449908713314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/109752449908713314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/109752449908713314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/2004/10/farewell-superman.html' title=''/><author><name>sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474679468519751962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933660905638582963'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5306854.post-109527822892284290</id><published>2004-09-14T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T16:03:46.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oprah.Ever since Tuesday when I watched the season premiere of Oprah's 19th season, the beginning of a year of 'the wildest dreams', I've been trying to come up with creative ways of how to get myself on to the show. NO, not because I want a free car but ?? for some reason I feel like I'm entitled to something?So far I've ruled out disease (don't have nor do I know anyone who does, thank God).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/109527822892284290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5306854&amp;postID=109527822892284290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/109527822892284290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/109527822892284290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/2004/09/oprah.html' title=''/><author><name>sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474679468519751962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933660905638582963'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5306854.post-108985707541091116</id><published>2004-07-14T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T22:07:39.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's time for my blog to experience a lil tlc make-over story.seeing as how i've been in the 'real' world for over 2 years now, i guess it's time to accept it and 'move on'......So I decided to rename my blog and see where it takes me...of course I will still have my work-related blogs (seeing as how I spend most of my time there...) and more of my thoughts, feelings, experiences with the world</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/108985707541091116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5306854&amp;postID=108985707541091116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/108985707541091116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/108985707541091116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/2004/07/its-time-for-my-blog-to-experience-lil.html' title=''/><author><name>sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474679468519751962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933660905638582963'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5306854.post-108907379592354426</id><published>2004-07-05T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T20:29:56.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so like where did time go? i guess that's what happens in the 'summer' begins, when festivals hit town and the last thing you want to do is sit in front of your pc longer than you have to. I guess it's especially harder now since I can't blog at work* like I used to back in the day (the days of surfing more, working less) but I do have lots of stories that I would like to share. Some that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/108907379592354426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5306854&amp;postID=108907379592354426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/108907379592354426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/108907379592354426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/2004/07/so-like-where-did-time-go-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474679468519751962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933660905638582963'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5306854.post-108333905944547289</id><published>2004-04-29T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T11:37:39.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>go habs, go!So my brief one week stint as a hockey fan came to a crashing end when the Lightnening struck and eliminated the Habs from the series with a 4-0 win. I never thought the day would come when I would be cheering, yelling and sitting on the edge of the sofa or actually lining up at a sportsbar to get in and watch the game on a big screen.Next bandwagon to jump on-baseball anyone?? =)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/108333905944547289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5306854&amp;postID=108333905944547289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/108333905944547289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/108333905944547289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/2004/04/go-habs-go-so-my-brief-one-week-stint.html' title=''/><author><name>sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474679468519751962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933660905638582963'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5306854.post-108317277797182513</id><published>2004-04-28T12:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T13:25:33.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i got a gmail!So this apparent April fools hoax is actually true. Google is testing out a new email service that offers 1Gig of email storage...That pretty much blows the competition away (and they want us to pay :$29.99 a year for what?!)So because I'm a blogger I get to test out this new email.......And the beauty of it is I get to actually use MY name and not some suggested one with  _2004 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/108317277797182513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5306854&amp;postID=108317277797182513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/108317277797182513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/108317277797182513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-got-gmail-so-this-apparent-april.html' title=''/><author><name>sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474679468519751962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933660905638582963'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5306854.post-108309963082254310</id><published>2004-04-27T17:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T17:04:39.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did somebody say FREE?Yup, it can only mean one thing-it's that time of year again, folks. Ben &amp; Jerry's FREE Ice cream day! ANd you know what that means-summer is (almost) here!yipee ya ya yay!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/108309963082254310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5306854&amp;postID=108309963082254310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/108309963082254310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/108309963082254310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/2004/04/did-somebody-say-free-yup-it-can-only.html' title=''/><author><name>sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474679468519751962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933660905638582963'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5306854.post-108310038832349910</id><published>2004-04-26T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T17:19:51.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You want to have your cake AND eat it, too"This has to be one of the most misused AND most annoying expressions in the English language.I just find it drives me crazy when people use this expression without really understandingwhat it means. I mean I've been told countless times that I want to have my cake and eat it, too-when it doesn't even apply.For example, if I remark-I hope that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/108310038832349910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5306854&amp;postID=108310038832349910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/108310038832349910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/108310038832349910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/2004/04/you-want-to-have-your-cake-and-eat-it.html' title=''/><author><name>sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474679468519751962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933660905638582963'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5306854.post-108317320940998360</id><published>2004-04-23T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T11:21:44.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'Swedish' massage anyone?Ironically, I had my first Swedish massage here in Montreal, despite spending 3 weeks in Stockholm.I had asked my coworkers while I was there where I could get one of these infamous 'Swedish' massages and theyjust looked at me in disbelief and said-' a what?'I then explained to them how back home they are really popular and how we have a Scandinavian Spahere etc...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/108317320940998360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5306854&amp;postID=108317320940998360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/108317320940998360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/108317320940998360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/2004/04/swedish-massage-anyone-ironically-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474679468519751962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933660905638582963'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5306854.post-108057374808088404</id><published>2004-03-29T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T10:25:59.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm baaaack!Well, after a lil hiatus I'm back and ready to blog! And what a month it has been-spent 3 weeks in Stockholm, turned 25!!! (while I was in Stockholm, I might add, so the whole mid-mid life crisis thing somehow got downplayed-it's hard to complain when everyone you're working with is 35+ ) AND the hibernation period is almost behind us.......So stick around for some updates/pics </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/108057374808088404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5306854&amp;postID=108057374808088404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/108057374808088404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/108057374808088404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/2004/03/im-baaaack-well-after-lil-hiatus-im.html' title=''/><author><name>sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474679468519751962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933660905638582963'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5306854.post-107577604205107360</id><published>2004-02-02T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T21:42:57.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy GroundHog Day!I'm pleased to announce that the ground hog saw, (or was it didn't see?!) his shadow! In any case, we're supposed to get an early spring-only six more weeks of winter!  yippeee!Now someone please explain to me why we need meterologists when we have animals prediciting the weather for us?!I mean we could follow the lead of birds and go down south for the winter, or like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/107577604205107360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5306854&amp;postID=107577604205107360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/107577604205107360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/107577604205107360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/2004/02/happy-groundhog-day-im-pleased-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474679468519751962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933660905638582963'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5306854.post-107577556461425987</id><published>2004-01-31T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T21:43:58.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sarcastic road signs?!So there I was making my usual journey to work, when I noticed that the usual message of "BLACK ICE" or "TRAFFIC CONGESTION ON THE ...." wasn't being displayed on the information sign as I crossed over the bridge.Instead, today it read-"TRAFFIC MOVING WELL.......IN THE METRO".I didn't know what to think!  I kinda half-smiled and thought-ha, clever way to get people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/107577556461425987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5306854&amp;postID=107577556461425987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/107577556461425987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/107577556461425987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/2004/01/sarcastic-road-signs-so-there-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474679468519751962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933660905638582963'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5306854.post-107577522853354991</id><published>2004-01-26T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T21:29:24.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lotto update.no, they didn't win!you could imagine my relief when i came into the office and lo and behold there were my co-workers scurrying aboutas usual....there was some mention of the upcoming $30 million draw though. but i guess most were disillusioned and figured it just wasn't worth the investment :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/107577522853354991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5306854&amp;postID=107577522853354991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/107577522853354991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/107577522853354991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/2004/01/lotto-update.html' title=''/><author><name>sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474679468519751962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933660905638582963'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5306854.post-107489289841003342</id><published>2004-01-23T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T16:42:39.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I missed out on the office lotto pool today.  When I got the email, the sceptic in me was like-'Ah, we're not gonna win! What are the chances? I'll just 'save' my dollar...' (Moments later I found myself at the vending machine, but I digress ) Everyone on my team contributed $1 in hopes of winning the big $25 million. So now, I see people walking around, waving the sheet with the 'winning' </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/107489289841003342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5306854&amp;postID=107489289841003342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/107489289841003342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/107489289841003342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-missed-out-on-office-lotto-pool.html' title=''/><author><name>sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474679468519751962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933660905638582963'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5306854.post-107453614926471704</id><published>2004-01-21T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T13:17:20.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>interesting....What Famous Leader Are You?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/107453614926471704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5306854&amp;postID=107453614926471704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/107453614926471704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/107453614926471704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/2004/01/interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474679468519751962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933660905638582963'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5306854.post-107453640678576686</id><published>2004-01-19T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T13:27:42.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I experienced  the 4-stages of traffic induced lunacy today. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/107453640678576686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5306854&amp;postID=107453640678576686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/107453640678576686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/107453640678576686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-experienced-4-stages-of-traffic.html' title=''/><author><name>sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474679468519751962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933660905638582963'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5306854.post-107427822909310845</id><published>2004-01-15T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T13:57:23.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'In the U.S'...you don't know how many conversations I have had in the past 5 months with my office-mate,a newly arrived Montrealer from the US (that is such an American thing to say-I'm going to CANADA!...he's from Dallas, Texas) that have begun with that statement and have ended with me saying-'Welcome to 'Canada'...Don't get me wrong, I love Canada (I hope you do realize I mean Montreal :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/107427822909310845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5306854&amp;postID=107427822909310845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/107427822909310845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/107427822909310845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/2004/01/in-u.html' title=''/><author><name>sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474679468519751962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933660905638582963'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5306854.post-107366031340411194</id><published>2004-01-09T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T10:30:18.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>brrrrrrrrrrr................... it's coldJust thought i'd come out of hibernation for a bit and say hello to my readers (you know who you are!)hope everyone's enjoying the deep freeze.. I mean what better time than now to snuggle up in a warm blanket with a good book, by a cozy fire and drink some hot chocolate/apple cider....see ya!happy hibernating!On a similar note, after checking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/107366031340411194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5306854&amp;postID=107366031340411194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/107366031340411194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/107366031340411194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/2004/01/brrrrrrrrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474679468519751962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933660905638582963'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5306854.post-107365914698340781</id><published>2004-01-08T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T10:16:43.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>8 days into the New Year..Resolutions Broken: 0Pretty good, eh?Resolutions Made: 0Why?This year I've decided to accept my imperfections and not try to live up to some unattainable goals made by society. I'm not gonna strive to be like some women on the cover of a magazine (not that i ever was) ...but you know what I mean..So what if there is a lil extra fat on my hips...it might </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/107365914698340781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5306854&amp;postID=107365914698340781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/107365914698340781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/107365914698340781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/2004/01/8-days-into-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474679468519751962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933660905638582963'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5306854.post-107297808027471212</id><published>2004-01-01T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T12:29:57.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year!I can't believe another year has flown by!Resolutions?I'll get back to you! I'm still working on last year's!Wishing y'all the best...........</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/107297808027471212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5306854&amp;postID=107297808027471212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/107297808027471212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/107297808027471212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/2004/01/happy-new-year-i-cant-believe-another.html' title=''/><author><name>sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474679468519751962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933660905638582963'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5306854.post-107212470179166493</id><published>2003-12-22T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T21:52:11.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Season's Greetings y'all!I decided to go with a pc greeting.  Apparently, it's the latest thing, cause you don't wanna offend someone who just might not be partaking in the festivities of December 25th. That being said, what about January 1st? Because even the New Year is celebrated at different times of the year for many different cultures and religions.Nonetheless, whatever you may be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/107212470179166493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5306854&amp;postID=107212470179166493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/107212470179166493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/107212470179166493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/2003/12/seasons-greetings-yall-i-decided-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474679468519751962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933660905638582963'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5306854.post-107161524127730406</id><published>2003-12-16T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T21:54:42.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am in a ranty-mood.i wasn't sure what to call this blog,  i was debating between a) Why I hate winter b) Why did my parents choose to leave a hot, warm country and settle for the extreme opposite, when there were such OBVIOUS choices that reflect the similarities of the fertile soils of Punjab....WEST COAST, anybody?  (I ask my parents this question, I'd say at least once a year :)  c) why </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/107161524127730406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5306854&amp;postID=107161524127730406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/107161524127730406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/107161524127730406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-am-in-ranty-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474679468519751962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933660905638582963'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5306854.post-107118511298059161</id><published>2003-12-11T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T18:35:02.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you know traffic is bad when...you find yourself bobbing your head and singing along to that new song (if you can call it that) by BareNaked Ladies..In case you are unaware (you don't know how lucky you are), the lyrics go something like this:You can't imagine so many monkeys in the daily mail All of them coming anonymously so they leave no trail I never thought I'd have an admirer from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/107118511298059161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5306854&amp;postID=107118511298059161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/107118511298059161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5306854/posts/default/107118511298059161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandysrants.blogspot.com/2003/12/you-know-traffic-is-bad-when.html' title=''/><author><name>sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474679468519751962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933660905638582963'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>