<?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-5401074</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:35:33.724-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nekoecho</title><subtitle type='html'>the new life of Neko's Rainy Day.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-109505065757972214</id><published>2004-09-12T22:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T22:47:07.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I know it's been a while since the last post. But, you won't believe what insanity has plauged my life in the meantime. My last post mentioned divorce? Yeah.. you could say that. Well, I was told that he was in custody in the Jefferson County jail. He escaped. That's right, he escaped. Then he deceided to show up at my door and tell me he loved me, blah, blah, blah. Thus, violating the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/109505065757972214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/109505065757972214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109505065757972214' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-109356244297052786</id><published>2004-08-26T17:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T17:20:42.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the lowliest scum of the earth (a.k.a. my soon-to-be exhusband)has been banished from the abode,restrained by order of the court,and jailed by the county.thus begins my emancipation from evil...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/109356244297052786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/109356244297052786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109356244297052786' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-107890038053723504</id><published>2004-03-09T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T23:35:16.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>boetry in motion - www.boetryinmotion.blogspot.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/107890038053723504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/107890038053723504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107890038053723504' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-107890032238324429</id><published>2004-03-09T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T23:34:17.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay, i've started up by boetry in motion blog again, since hubby and I have taken things up a notch and i promised to post here when new posts are created there...in neko news though, one of the gerbils (zoey) almost got lunched by the dog. i kept telling husband not to tempt her...but who listens to me? she's alright though and the dog got a good scolding (so did hubby).my savings plans </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/107890032238324429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/107890032238324429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107890032238324429' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-107716934234883372</id><published>2004-02-18T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T22:44:17.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, well, well, so you finally decided to post, did you? well it's about freakin' time lazy ass!what? well i had a lot going on -no excuses! just shut up and post!ak-hello again good readers. it looks like i have much to catch up on, so here's the agenda:1. hubby's trip2. resolutions progress3. birthday4. new family memberswithout futher adoo....hubby's trip: well, hubby made it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/107716934234883372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/107716934234883372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107716934234883372' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-107301013698393929</id><published>2004-01-01T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T19:23:24.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year!!!Good riddance to 2003. I swear, it's been the shittiest year of my life. Here's to 2004. May it be a vast improvement. So, I guess it's time for that annual list of things I should do to drag myself out of the rut, but probably won't ever get around to.1. Move out of this freezing-ass state.2. Start a savings account.3. Stop smoking.4. Be more "pro-active" on the animal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/107301013698393929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/107301013698393929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107301013698393929' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-107275898545102862</id><published>2003-12-29T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T21:37:29.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>holy cow! it's another post! two days in a row no less!here's another entry for my list of odd coicidence (i guess i should learn how to spell that). riding the lightrail home today from work, i noticed a man (apparently homeless) lying crosswise in the middle of the sidewalk. "the least the bastard could do," i thought to myself,"is stay out of the fucking sidewalk." - heartless? see entries </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/107275898545102862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/107275898545102862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107275898545102862' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-107267424845449296</id><published>2003-12-28T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T22:05:12.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yeah, i know it's been a while. no, i didn't mean to neglect you or anything...well, it's just all the emotional ups and downs, not to mention time constraints...yeah, yeah...i know. excuses, excuses.but...i HAVE been thinking about you....here i am again, after a long absence. my husband is once again out of town. so much for his promises. this time though, it's for good reason. he had to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/107267424845449296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/107267424845449296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107267424845449296' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-106653672281010033</id><published>2003-10-18T22:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T22:12:02.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i managed to complete my first week on the job. it was cake. in fact, i had to try really hard not to fall asleep. there are two other people there that are new, aside from myself. they seem to be having a much harder time picking things up than i am. i took a few calls on friday. i just did the talking while my trainer did the computer work. maybe my trainer is good, or maybe i'll feel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/106653672281010033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/106653672281010033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106653672281010033' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-106627307402554899</id><published>2003-10-15T20:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T20:57:54.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, the new job is going well. so far, i'm just listening in on telephone calls, but it seems pretty easy. i feel good knowing that i'm doing something productive and earning money for us. my husband seems willing to settle down for a change and save up. watch him change his mind next week. sigh. i just never know. he starts a job on friday though, so we'll both be bringing home the bacon. the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/106627307402554899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/106627307402554899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106627307402554899' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-106610763908964265</id><published>2003-10-13T23:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T23:00:39.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, good news finally arrives. my hubby came home last night. i'd forgotten how sexy he was!! it's good to have him back, but i have to say good-bye to a clean house and hours of video game playing. the dog is fine as well. it sounds like she had a rough journey. my husband even had a place to bury her out in the desert. but, she pulled through. now, she's just as frisky and strong-willed as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/106610763908964265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/106610763908964265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106610763908964265' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-106573262881653584</id><published>2003-10-09T14:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T14:50:29.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh boy, more wonderful, horrible news! my hubby is still trapped in arizona, and my dog ate some poisoned meat and is on the brink of death. my dad had the cops over here today to file a police report on his stolen money.  we're going after the sister. i hope she burns in hell. there is a bit of light in all this darkness though. i got a job today. so, hopefully i can begin to save up enough to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/106573262881653584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/106573262881653584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106573262881653584' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-106566737591456835</id><published>2003-10-08T20:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T20:42:55.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what happened to my last post? the one that said, the dog is found, the mom is okay, the sister is a liar, and the hubby is coming home? well, i guess that fell by the wayside somewhere. Lost in the missing sock version of the internet.My husband just called me from Arizona. He is out of gas, and out of money, but trying to come home. Everytime I speak to him there's more bad news. I'm starting</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/106566737591456835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/106566737591456835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106566737591456835' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-106550170288177184</id><published>2003-10-06T22:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T22:41:42.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no good news to report, i'm afraid. hubby still isn't home, and he has court tomorrow. he lost the dog too. what else can go wrong? actually, some former aquaintances stole our dalmation, or at least that's what we suspect. it's driving me crazy not seeing my husband and having all this stuff go wrong. i'm left with no control and only bits and pieces of info. so, gradually, all this stress is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/106550170288177184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/106550170288177184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106550170288177184' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-106520317791219090</id><published>2003-10-03T11:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T11:46:17.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, speaking of lonely, the past few days have been just that. my husband got a call from the evil sister. apparently their mother was brutally attacked. so, my hubby took the dog and headed off to arizona. before i knew it, he was calling me from san diego, our former home. he said that he spoke to the police in arizona, and they told him she went off to the west coast. well the whole thing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/106520317791219090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/106520317791219090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106520317791219090' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-106435231907019412</id><published>2003-09-23T15:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T15:25:18.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gosh, i'm starting to feel lonely out here...remember, if you want to be added to the update list, email me at: phlatkitty@yahoo.com of course, you may not want to be involved with a psyco like me, huh? ^_^anyway, here's the 411 on the hospital situation. after my husband found me, he called poison control and found out i only had about a half an hour to live. so, an ambulance came and rushed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/106435231907019412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/106435231907019412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106435231907019412' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-106429010339842431</id><published>2003-09-22T21:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T22:08:23.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, it's been a hell of a month so far. everyone in the family, including my dog seems to be having terrible misfortune. to begin with, my father lost his job, and was in danger of having harassment charges filed against him. this information i got second hand. apparently, my own father feels more able to confide in my husband than his own daughter.after that, my mother in law was attacked by</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/106429010339842431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/106429010339842431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106429010339842431' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-106368554188954577</id><published>2003-09-15T22:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T22:20:17.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>guess where i'm at right now?! ......jelous much?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/106368554188954577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/106368554188954577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106368554188954577' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-106339556787042220</id><published>2003-09-12T13:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T13:39:27.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was hit yesterday with a thought. (ooooohh.) Since somtimes I don't get the time or the inspiration to update this blog as often as I'd like, and since I don't want to lose what few readers I may have (are you still out there?) I've decided to start email updates. So, if you want to know when Nekoecho is updated, just send me an email at: phlatkitty@yahoo.com and I will put you on the list for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/106339556787042220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/106339556787042220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106339556787042220' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-106329818907452266</id><published>2003-09-11T10:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T10:36:29.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know it's funny, after being gone all day, I sort of resent it when my hubby and dad come home. I guess it's like my freedom is a little bit taken away. You would think I'd be happy to see them, and I am, but I have a tendency to act sort of bitchy.Okay, here we go with the next song in my little series.song number two: golden ageartist: Beckalbum: sea changetrack: 1website: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/106329818907452266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/106329818907452266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106329818907452266' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-106322614314458309</id><published>2003-09-10T14:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T10:24:51.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, since my dad and husband are doing a job together this week, i've finally got some time to myself. so, this week i'm going to post about music. more specifically, i'm going to post the top songs that have the deepest meaning for me, personally. one for each day. i don't mean songs that are just cool, or songs i shared with anyone specifically, but songs just for selfish ol' me. since my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/106322614314458309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/106322614314458309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106322614314458309' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-106290570757503115</id><published>2003-09-06T21:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T21:37:23.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Disco Lights Lure Baby Turtles to Their DeathsInteresting headline, but very poor article. I mean, it's the sort of twisted headline I'd click on, but there really isn't much info behind it. Basically, baby turtles hatching on the beaches in Greece are mislead by bright tourist attractions. But really, is there any evidence that these lights are disco lights? I don't think so.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/106290570757503115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/106290570757503115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106290570757503115' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-106282078781999926</id><published>2003-09-05T21:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T21:59:47.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i guess it's about time i posted something here, just so i don't keep you wondering. the dog's name is chelsea and she's a really pretty dalmation. i won her in a bet against my husband. he was watching the opening scene of a movie, and he said, " i bet you can't guess which movie this is" so i asked him what i would win if i guessed right. he told me i'd win a dog. so, i told him the name of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/106282078781999926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/106282078781999926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106282078781999926' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-106100243155386745</id><published>2003-08-15T20:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T20:53:46.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there is so much to catch up with. I have a new job, a new dog, and things with hubby have been strange. but, I've got to save this all for later. I'm such a tease.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/106100243155386745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/106100243155386745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106100243155386745' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-105976286952567351</id><published>2003-08-01T12:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T12:34:29.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hubby decided to leave yesterday. It was very hard on him to make that descision. So, we said a very tearful good-bye. I was so sad last night, that I didn't know how I was going to make it. My Dad was very comforting and he made me feel a little better. But, after my Dad went to bed I was sitting on the couch, watching tv, and I heard a voice behind me say, "Hi sexy." I turned around and it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105976286952567351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105976286952567351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105976286952567351' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-105967598538831869</id><published>2003-07-31T12:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T12:26:25.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, the time for decision making is here. my hubby's mom and sister came into town yesterday on their way to california. they have a 200 pound rotweiler named buzz with them. i would have loved to see the look on uncle fester's face when he came up on that sucker. the plan was to leave with them. however, i'm getting a seriously bad gut feeling about that idea. i don't think it's just me being </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105967598538831869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105967598538831869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105967598538831869' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-105893064228151155</id><published>2003-07-22T21:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T21:24:02.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, the arm is doing better. i still have the numbness, but the cut itself is healing. grandma is sending cash for my Rx for the skin thing (and cookies!). hubby's mom is out of jail and her and the sister may be coming down to take us to cali soon. i turned in a few applications too this past weekend. i absolutely deplore customer service, and it doesn't pay shit, but it's better than nothing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105893064228151155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105893064228151155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105893064228151155' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-105842908738633593</id><published>2003-07-17T02:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T02:04:47.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, plans for the car fell through. i said, "have a backup plan" but noooooo. so, we're in serious debt to the bank now. with the remaining few dollars we had, i fell for another hairbrained plan of his. we went out to some clubs to try and sell fake drugs. we ended up spending our last remaining money on drinks and cover charges. i danced (a rare thing indeed) and we had some fun for the first</summary><link 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monday. we're bound for california again. i haven't told my dad about this yet, and i feel extremely guilty for leaving so suddenly. he talks about plans for weekends ahead, and i cringe. i'm also not going to get the chance to say goodbye to my little brother,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105799175847427601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105799175847427601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105799175847427601' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-105772951797921726</id><published>2003-07-08T23:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T00:44:52.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>been busy looking for jobs, working on my new blog, and avoiding the heat. it was 106 today!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105772951797921726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105772951797921726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105772951797921726' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-105746787537082172</id><published>2003-07-05T23:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T23:04:35.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay....i was really smashed last night. so drunk i could hardly see the keys to type. what a shitty poem too. remind me not to drink anymore. i wandered all around the neighborhood last night, or rather, i staggered around the neighborhood, barefoot, looking for my husband. but after i finished writing that crap last night, i found him sleeping in the next room. so, i gave him hell for taking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105746787537082172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105746787537082172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105746787537082172' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-105738838122222875</id><published>2003-07-05T00:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T00:59:41.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i rememember once,a july 4th one year ago.my eyes swollen shutit was about one year ago.he beat me and poured beer on my headi watched the fireworks above my head.my eyes were too swollen to see the show,but my heart was there to see them grow.faint sparks of light up in the skyand thunder strikes next to my guy.but the man i've now is on his ownhe's hunting ghosts about the townhe </summary><link 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category, i've got to see him off soon. what does independence day mean anyway? i know it's to celebrate when the u.s. won it's freedom from england. but aside from fireworks and a whole lot of patriotic hoopla, it really doesn't mean much to me. history has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105735070781719526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105735070781719526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105735070781719526' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-105717803730401227</id><published>2003-07-02T14:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T14:33:57.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>does anyone out there publish a 'zine? i could use some tips.also, gay uncle fester is driving us nuts. he complains about my cat, has us smoking only in designated areas, and is bogarting the whole house. he even likes to keep the door shut to the computer room, 'cause that's where his clothes are. he's an ass! where does he get off barging in here and telling us what to do? he should just be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105717803730401227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105717803730401227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105717803730401227' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-105686322624977107</id><published>2003-06-28T23:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T23:07:06.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, hello there. how's it going?on monday i had a job interview for lanier. they make copiers. anyway, the job sounds terrific. full benefits package, and great pay. i think it went well, but i can never tell. why do prospective employers ask about your hobbies? i guess i should think up something more impressive than knitting and origami.remember that guy i mentioned was moving in? well, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105686322624977107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105686322624977107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105686322624977107' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-105632279754470754</id><published>2003-06-22T16:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T16:59:57.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i guess my post about how blogger zapped my last template got zapped too. hmmm. anyway, i quit my job last week. they were being serious a-holes. and i know we need the money right now, but i thought my husband would be working too. however, he quit his job in favor of another one, which he actually never went to, because he got an interview for starbucks. but, starbucks hasn't placed him at a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105632279754470754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105632279754470754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105632279754470754' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-105557506155780668</id><published>2003-06-14T01:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T01:17:41.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>things to do online:fix archivesfix commentsfigure out picturesself publishing stuffnoodles &amp; company complaintcheck out the D O double G's music</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105557506155780668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105557506155780668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#105557506155780668' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-105556836600766306</id><published>2003-06-13T23:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T23:26:06.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, i just finished my first week of work after 5 months of relaxation. thank god i made it. i'm helping out in the office for a company that installs sprinkler systems. but, the office is so disorganized, and the customers are so friggin rude and impatient, that it's driving me nuts!! but i did get in 2 hours of overtime, so that should help a little. the hubster and i are going to have to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105556836600766306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105556836600766306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#105556836600766306' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-105511339489602759</id><published>2003-06-08T17:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T17:03:15.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went with dad, brother, and hubby to the movies today. since i wasn't really up to see too fast, too furious hubby and i branched off to see the italian job. gosh, i love a good heist movie. wouldn't it be great to be in on a bank robbery if you thought you could pull it off? and i want a mini to tool around in as well.last night hubby, brother, shen and his family all went to fat city. fat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105511339489602759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105511339489602759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#105511339489602759' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-105470853655413695</id><published>2003-06-04T00:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T00:35:36.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>still doing a little fixing up here, when i've got time. updating my links, it looks like clever little minx went the way of the dodo. after visiting everyone's blogs i feel the need for some cute little illustrations or images to spice this place up. but, unfortunately, i haven't been working on getting the images to stick. so, i guess that's my next task.i had an interview at the temp agency </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105470853655413695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105470853655413695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105470853655413695' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-105435802144019058</id><published>2003-05-30T23:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T23:13:41.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>um..the comments thingie isn't working right now either, unfortunately.just give me time folks. things will polish up soon (i swear). oh, suzanne? if you're still reading my blog, could you give me a hand with the comments?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105435802144019058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105435802144019058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#105435802144019058' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-105433691226811486</id><published>2003-05-30T17:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T17:21:52.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just a little note.. the archive link above doesn't link. i'm working on making that a list of my archive pages, but haven't figured out the code yet.got to get out of here soon. this neighborhood is driving me crazy. there's nothing to do but walk to the grocery store (which i do about 3 times daily) i have a job interview on monday, so maybe i'll be able to make some money and flee. i once </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105433691226811486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105433691226811486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#105433691226811486' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-105415421476005151</id><published>2003-05-28T14:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T14:36:54.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dark cyan 339999dark azure cyan 006699light azure cyan 99ccffmed azure blue 3366cclight dull cyan 66ccccthe previous was for my reference. i'd be working on my template right now if blogger would let me......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105415421476005151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105415421476005151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#105415421476005151' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-105413759141704352</id><published>2003-05-28T09:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T09:59:51.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, the picture thing worked for a minute, i'm not sure what happened. originally, i was going to modify the blue and grey template that i had before, but it was a pain in the a$$. So, i have reverted back to the neko's rainy day template for the time being. it's got all my old links etc, anyway. tweaking alert, as always.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105413759141704352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105413759141704352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#105413759141704352' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-105383688868704381</id><published>2003-05-24T22:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T10:01:41.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and now that i seem to have gotten the knack of the pic thingie, here's my most recent aquisition (thanks hubby!).it's a nice, soft, chenille...mmmm.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105383688868704381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105383688868704381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#105383688868704381' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-105383582805931657</id><published>2003-05-24T22:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T22:13:11.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so, let's try to get this pic up...here should be the pic of the blue pillow you've all heard so much about.......or maybe not. hmmm.....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105383582805931657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105383582805931657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#105383582805931657' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-105357836230389651</id><published>2003-05-21T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T22:39:22.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh! and hubby found a job! (guess that means i should get off my ass, huh?)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105357836230389651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105357836230389651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#105357836230389651' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-105357828263718401</id><published>2003-05-21T22:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T22:38:02.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pillows and bath towels; part II:remember that glorious blue pillow i posted about? the one i hauled all the way from cali (and, come to think of it, from austin too)? well, i found a picture of it. now the trick is to get it up here....now that i've switched to blogspot, i'm not sure how to swing that. well, i'll figure it out, never fear!no one cares about your stupid pillow neko.....the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105357828263718401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105357828263718401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#105357828263718401' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-105344391008041459</id><published>2003-05-20T09:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T09:18:32.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, i knew that i had a pillow fetish. it seems too, that i've got a bath towel fetish. so, what does that mean? does it point to some lack of comfort and security in my life? some need to be cuddled, comfy and warm? i love a big fluffy pillow. in fact, i sacraficed much of the limited space i had during my move to a huge, cushy dark blue pillow from Urban Outfitters. Absolutely couldn't leave </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105344391008041459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105344391008041459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#105344391008041459' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-105331704728580128</id><published>2003-05-18T22:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T22:07:05.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today the hubby and i went for a little hike with my dad, his chick, and two others. well, this chick my dad is "friends" with, and her two friends were some of the most intensly annoying people I've met in a while. i was afraid hubby would snap, as he has extremely little tolerance for such company. well, he was quite well behaved. in fact, when around my family, it's me who always seems to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105331704728580128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105331704728580128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#105331704728580128' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-105320695726089143</id><published>2003-05-17T15:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T15:29:17.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, living back at home with my dad and my new husband is proving to be very stressful. I just hope i can get out of here before snow starts to fall. (i hate snow!) it's also a bitch not having my own transportation. the hubby keeps complaining that we don't get to go anywhere, but i feel like such a little kid asking to borrow daddy's car. on the plus side, though, hubby is being very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105320695726089143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105320695726089143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#105320695726089143' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-105310144389181597</id><published>2003-05-16T10:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T10:10:43.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>naturally, there will be lots of tweaking for a while...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105310144389181597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105310144389181597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#105310144389181597' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401074.post-105310058976165639</id><published>2003-05-16T09:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T09:56:29.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, what was formerly Neko's Rainy Day has become Nekoecho. a bunch of shiznit went down, I moved to Denver, got married, etc. So, I thought it fitting that my blog life should start anew. If you've been a reader of Neko's Rainy Day in the past, I'm glad that you found the new site. If you're new, then welcome, there are no guarantees.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105310058976165639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401074/posts/default/105310058976165639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekoecho.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#105310058976165639' title=''/><author><name>Neko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15065499051709523775</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></entry></feed>
