<?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-37015849</id><updated>2011-07-13T06:51:52.785-07:00</updated><category term='I hate people because...'/><category term='things that bother me'/><category term='Only in Kindergarten'/><category term='not sarcasm'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='getting old'/><category term='crafty crap'/><title type='text'>Stuff...and things...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-7652745148604120025</id><published>2009-05-01T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T21:50:26.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Series</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GNJR-mqcKtY/SfvPfpNSpyI/AAAAAAAAACk/7J38u6q6Fv0/s1600-h/hearts.png"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Jennifer/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-14.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was asked if I was keeping a wedding blog and I was like psh... no! I'm too good for that. More like Psh.. no, who would read that shit? I have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was sitting here working on some decorative stuff and it dawned on me hmm... I'm not a cutesy kinda gal, but damnit if these things aren't cute as all get out. Good thing I'm having  a wedding that way I can get away with making this cute stuff without vomitting on my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it dawned on me... hmm... THAT should be my wedding blog... reasons it is cool to have a wedding. Not reasons why it is cool to get married and oh, I'm so in love with John, eye batting, our history, blah blah blah. But reasons why the wedding itself will be cool. And the planning for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've got two reasons to add to that list tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I get to make cutesy girly stuff that I'd probably deny myself in other aspects of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GNJR-mqcKtY/SfvPytWm8bI/AAAAAAAAACs/SqRBYdNrXQQ/s1600-h/hearts.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GNJR-mqcKtY/SfvPytWm8bI/AAAAAAAAACs/SqRBYdNrXQQ/s200/hearts.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331083053997945266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GNJR-mqcKtY/SfvPytWm8bI/AAAAAAAAACs/SqRBYdNrXQQ/s1600-h/hearts.png"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When else can you drink champagne 3 times a week and call it "research" for finding the right one.&lt;br /&gt;                                                         &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GNJR-mqcKtY/SfvQgOTPTvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4kOgnwfxdLI/s1600-h/champagne_toast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GNJR-mqcKtY/SfvQgOTPTvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4kOgnwfxdLI/s200/champagne_toast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331083835936296690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-7652745148604120025?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7652745148604120025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=7652745148604120025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/7652745148604120025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/7652745148604120025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2009/05/series.html' title='A Series'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GNJR-mqcKtY/SfvPytWm8bI/AAAAAAAAACs/SqRBYdNrXQQ/s72-c/hearts.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-8059053888790795582</id><published>2009-04-21T16:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T16:05:32.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="512" height="328" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" id="ordie_player_6eddb255b2"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=6eddb255b2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed width="512" height="328" flashvars="key=6eddb255b2" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high" src="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" name="ordie_player_6eddb255b2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:left;font-size:x-small;margin-top:0;width:512px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/6eddb255b2" title="from FOD Team, Jane Lynch, Alicia Silverstone, Lance Bass, George Takei, LizFeldman, Jason Lewis, Sarah Chalke, Sophia Bush, and lauren"&gt;A Gaythering Storm&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/jane_lynch"&gt;Jane Lynch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-8059053888790795582?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8059053888790795582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=8059053888790795582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/8059053888790795582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/8059053888790795582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2009/04/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-4071464715110533661</id><published>2009-03-31T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:52:07.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've come up with this brilliant idea of I'm going to set a ten minute timer before I give up on life for the day. During those ten minutes, I have to clean, clean, clean! No getting sidetracked, no checking e-mail, nor facebook, just putting crap away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it helps. We're messy mo-fos. Not really, we just work 12 hours a day, then come home and want to crash for a bit until it is time to go to bed. Too bad that "for a bit" turns into "until we go to bed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, this blog was a perfect example of how my life gets sucked away in the vacuum that is the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-4071464715110533661?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4071464715110533661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=4071464715110533661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/4071464715110533661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/4071464715110533661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2009/03/10-minutes.html' title='10 minutes'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-7771384118468190850</id><published>2009-03-10T19:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T19:17:35.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UB_htqDCP-s&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UB_htqDCP-s&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stolen from Dale McGowan's site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-7771384118468190850?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7771384118468190850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=7771384118468190850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/7771384118468190850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/7771384118468190850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2009/03/awesome.html' title='Awesome'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-7500905508725238059</id><published>2009-02-10T19:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:09:57.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candle Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I know you guys (all 2 of you who read my blog) are spending your days sitting around thinking about how the wedding crafts are turning out. Well, today is your lucky day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' ribbon is falling off of all of the damn candles posted below. I had originally used glue dots, but that is proving to not be the best choice, so... I'm having to go back and re-do the 20 something that I had finished. This time I'm using a high-temp hot glue gun. I've fixed about a dozen of them and I'll wait a while to see how these hold up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is certainly a pain in the arse, but at least I found out before i wrapped all 250 of them! Or even worse if I had done them all, then put them away until July when I took them out for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt;' wedding UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's my update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a link for those of you who like more than words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine me &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.sandals.com/main/lucia/lu-home.cfm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's even cooler is that I'm pretty sure the all inclusive aspect comes with an awesome set of abs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-7500905508725238059?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7500905508725238059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=7500905508725238059' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/7500905508725238059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/7500905508725238059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2009/02/candle-update.html' title='Candle Update'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-5644162845088995825</id><published>2009-02-03T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:33:07.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Television</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GNJR-mqcKtY/SYkLqRHVHlI/AAAAAAAAACI/D1R7ZtA4gzI/s1600-h/Picture+1054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GNJR-mqcKtY/SYkLqRHVHlI/AAAAAAAAACI/D1R7ZtA4gzI/s320/Picture+1054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298779257354657362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ABC has this show called What Would You Do?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my answer... I'd kill a bitch. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they set up all these social experiments and see how people react to them like a dude putting some sort of drug in his date's drink, cutting in line at the grocery store with 400 items etc. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tonight, they put a "baby" in a hot, locked car. They used a doll of course, but people got pretty riled up called the police etc.  Then they show what's coming up next... a golden retriever in a car.  First of all, that sure doesn't look like  a fake golden, so these abc folks had better show me a hidden air conditioner pretty quick. Secondly... DON'T MESS WITH THE PUPPIES. Or the babies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm pretty sure I'll end up on this show at some point in my life. But it might not be really this show. It might just be me beating the crap out of some ignorant person who has pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE NICE PEOPLE! Or I will hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps... is that not THE saddest dog picture you've ever seen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-5644162845088995825?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5644162845088995825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=5644162845088995825' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/5644162845088995825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/5644162845088995825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2009/02/damn-television.html' title='Damn Television'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GNJR-mqcKtY/SYkLqRHVHlI/AAAAAAAAACI/D1R7ZtA4gzI/s72-c/Picture+1054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-8479593895107189679</id><published>2009-01-04T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T16:48:39.883-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafty crap'/><title type='text'>Wedding stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GNJR-mqcKtY/SWFYNEN1ROI/AAAAAAAAACA/lU_zFbT1_yc/s1600-h/dec+09+003+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GNJR-mqcKtY/SWFYNEN1ROI/AAAAAAAAACA/lU_zFbT1_yc/s320/dec+09+003+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287604419002975458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GNJR-mqcKtY/SWFYHTyCgLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QxAGQJZuJ3c/s1600-h/Candle+Holder+med..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GNJR-mqcKtY/SWFYHTyCgLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QxAGQJZuJ3c/s320/Candle+Holder+med..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287604320102154418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;These are what we're going to pass out as favors at the wedding. I'm completely obsessed with these black and ivory patterned papers. So far I've completed about 30 or so candles and I've wrapped 140 in paper and all that's left is adding the ribbon. At this moment, I don't have any two that are the same, we'll see how quickly the creativity and inspiration runs out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-8479593895107189679?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8479593895107189679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=8479593895107189679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/8479593895107189679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/8479593895107189679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2009/01/wedding-stuff.html' title='Wedding stuff'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GNJR-mqcKtY/SWFYNEN1ROI/AAAAAAAAACA/lU_zFbT1_yc/s72-c/dec+09+003+%28Medium%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-4372605661354685411</id><published>2009-01-04T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T16:44:16.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm so  not ready to go back to school tomorrow. I have thoroughly enjoyed the last 2 weeks of vacation and I am not ready to give it up yet. I wish we at least had a day before the kids came, but nope, we're going back full force starting with all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rug rats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've been pretty productive with stuff around the house and wedding planning, but I know that's going to have to stop once I'm gone 10+ hours a day. There's just something about waking up at 5:30 and listening to 5 year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; scream all day all the while trying to teach them how to read (in the five minutes between assessments) that just doesn't make me want to come home and clean house or cook or work on crafty wedding stuff. It just makes me want to come home and sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-4372605661354685411?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4372605661354685411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=4372605661354685411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/4372605661354685411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/4372605661354685411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-wanna.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna...'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-530218309872337520</id><published>2008-12-29T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:19:39.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I shouldn't laugh alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, we went to Midland for a couple of days after x-mas and rather than sitting in the cigar bar that only serves beer and wine (yes, that is my own personal hell - smoke filled room with nothing for me to drink) I stayed in the hotel room while John hung out with some high school friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vowed to work on wedding stuff but instead just farted around on the internet and found this ridiculous comedy skit that apparently comes on once a week on fake "internet" tv. I don't know... anyway, I thought I would share the link so other people might know what I'm laughing at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out &lt;a href="http://current.com/search/items/loc/false/q/target+women/r/0/s/1/v/1/start/0.htm"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to see the one on jewelry and weddings. Finding these videos definitely counts as "working on wedding stuff"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-530218309872337520?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/530218309872337520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=530218309872337520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/530218309872337520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/530218309872337520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-shouldnt-laugh-alone.html' title='I shouldn&apos;t laugh alone'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-5887717893110215556</id><published>2008-12-22T11:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:05:23.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>every year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Every year... I wait until the last minute to buy christmas presents. This year has got to be the absolute worst. We are leaving town tomorrow and I'm just now going out to get stuff. 1pm 3 days before Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have SOME ideas of what to get people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when all else fails... booze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok off to dry my hair, because god forbid my hair frizzes while I shop like a mad woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-5887717893110215556?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5887717893110215556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=5887717893110215556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/5887717893110215556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/5887717893110215556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2008/12/every-year.html' title='every year'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-8634841519417560678</id><published>2008-09-30T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:04:41.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it has been a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just wanted to reiterate that I hate everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes and that icon at the top with the "ABC" and the check mark, that means "spell check."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-8634841519417560678?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8634841519417560678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=8634841519417560678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/8634841519417560678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/8634841519417560678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-has-been-while.html' title='it has been a while'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-1558373110742706809</id><published>2008-06-30T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T14:46:43.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have had almost a month off from school now... I'll admit it, I've been mostly a slacker. I have yet to wake up before 9am. Some days it takes me until 3 pm to shower.... if i shower at all. Just kidding, mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have come up with some possible reasons as to why I've been so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option 1: I work really hard all school year long, I work all day long, then work Extended Care, then come home clean, cook, etc. etc. I'm not bitching here, just explaining. I can't complain because if I were better at planning my time, I'd make it to bed before 11:45 on these nights, but that doesn't happen. Soooo... all school year long I get about 5 or 6 hours of sleep a night. So, option one says that I'm catching up on sleep from all year long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option 2: I have mono. I'm dying. (I hope not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option 3: Watching too much Jon and Kate Plus 8 makes me REALLY tired. Just watching 2 people chase 6 3 year olds wears me out. And they have other kids too! If those kids weren't so damned cute, I'd bet that they would have sold some of them online or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that Option 3 is the most accurate. When I went swimming w/ Jamie and Dana and their babies, I came home and crashed for three and a half hours. I wasn't responsible for their boys, but damnit... just watching them made me pass out.  Then Dana came over with Charlie last week. They stayed for about thirty minutes and right after they left I took a 2 hour nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be allergic to babies. Even TV babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Daniel, Sorry Charlie :(&lt;br /&gt;(and Alexis, Leah, Hannah, Aaden, Collin, and Joel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-1558373110742706809?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1558373110742706809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=1558373110742706809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/1558373110742706809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/1558373110742706809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-problem.html' title='my problem'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-6834673778813267815</id><published>2008-06-29T07:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T07:40:03.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My butt is sunburned. That doesn't mix well with a (fake) leather couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it isn't really my butt, it is the top of the back of my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is no butt! There's just the fleshy part at the top of the legs!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone know that movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-6834673778813267815?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6834673778813267815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=6834673778813267815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/6834673778813267815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/6834673778813267815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2008/06/ouch.html' title='ouch'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-1376926640721450115</id><published>2008-05-08T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T15:01:48.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tomorrow! Tomorrow! Its only a day away......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We buy our house tomorrow morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 15 hours to be exact :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so excited I can't even think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-1376926640721450115?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1376926640721450115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=1376926640721450115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/1376926640721450115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/1376926640721450115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2008/05/house.html' title='House!'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-3429752573661557300</id><published>2008-05-05T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T18:25:09.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P.</title><content type='html'>Rest in peace McFisherson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I cleaned your bowl and it made you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog dedicated to the coolest and meanest Beta I've ever known.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-3429752573661557300?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3429752573661557300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=3429752573661557300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/3429752573661557300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/3429752573661557300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2008/05/rip.html' title='R.I.P.'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-9046789195542389054</id><published>2008-04-29T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T18:37:14.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Smokes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I started out strong packing in March, but I've slowed down greatly. We've been so busy with the thought and process of buying a house that I feel I've really slacked in the packing for the new house department. But then again, it is getting to the stage where it is hard to pack b/c everything is put away. All that is left out we'll be using. Well, not really, I could definitely do more. In fact I will do more... soon. Tonight perhaps. I've packed half of a box today and cleaned the top of the stove and fridge, both disgusting chores that made me want to shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we should be closing on the new house on the 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; or so. That's the tentative date they gave us a week ago. You know, when we switched from buying the reasonable, starter home to buying the awesome much larger home next door.We had our first walk through today. There were only minor things that needed to be fixed, chips in paint, etc. Our realtor said that we might even be able to close before the 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. It is all in the hands of the loan office and the building supervisor at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It feels good to know that we'll be able to stay in this house for a long time, like until we're really adults and stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GNJR-mqcKtY/SBfLi2W1XoI/AAAAAAAAABY/pPfT2EQTrf8/s1600-h/Verchota+2+003+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GNJR-mqcKtY/SBfLi2W1XoI/AAAAAAAAABY/pPfT2EQTrf8/s320/Verchota+2+003+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194844494762434178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pretty fancy. This house buying process has been a trip. I can't begin to tell you the emotional attachment you can form in minutes... with a damn building at that! Anyway, I should go be productive if I ever want to actually live in this place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-9046789195542389054?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/9046789195542389054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=9046789195542389054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/9046789195542389054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/9046789195542389054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2008/04/holy-smokes.html' title='Holy Smokes!'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GNJR-mqcKtY/SBfLi2W1XoI/AAAAAAAAABY/pPfT2EQTrf8/s72-c/Verchota+2+003+%28Medium%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-8382735877677224104</id><published>2008-01-28T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T17:57:15.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>90s sitcom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm pretty sure that when I sat down to get my haircut today, I didn't say "hey, have you ever heard of that show friends? Will you cut my hair like Jennifer Aniston circa 1994?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she did it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like a mushroom head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be wearing a pony tail for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always hate my hair cuts when I first get them done, but this is really ridiculous. It is the kind of haircut I would have gotten if I were a. 45 years old b. not aware of my round head (or just liked to emphasize my circle face) and c. drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately I'm not any of those things, but I am sad... so maybe I'll drink. And call in sick for a month or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-8382735877677224104?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8382735877677224104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=8382735877677224104' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/8382735877677224104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/8382735877677224104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2008/01/90s-sitcom.html' title='90s sitcom'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-304518593583760805</id><published>2008-01-22T20:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T20:23:25.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I hate hate hate hate hate hate people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I would like to seal myself off into a bubble and never come into contact with anyone ever again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh, a note to all you idiot bloggers out there rambling on and on (go for it, if you type it, hopefully you won't say it aloud where I have to listen to it) that red squiggly line under every word of your post isn't blogger emphasizing your awesome epiphanies of earth shattering status. It is fucking telling you that you misspelled a goddamn word. FIX IT YOU FUCKS! JEBUS H. CHRIST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;PS you don't have to sign your name at the end of your blog, fartknocker. We know you wrote it. As if the "it is YOUR freaking blog" didn't give it away, the grammatical errors really sealed the deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-304518593583760805?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/304518593583760805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=304518593583760805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/304518593583760805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/304518593583760805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2008/01/ugh.html' title='ugh'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-17093719792764220</id><published>2007-11-21T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T13:03:37.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new diet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It is called Anna-alcho-ulemia. It starts out like this: don't eat much, then drink a LOT, then puke it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have to sleep for 15 hours. I mean, yeah, you'll lose muscle mass and all, and you will also have the shakes and don't worry too much about that burning empty feeling in your stomach. Just tell yourself it is cramps and take a lot of advil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no time, you will be looking SMOKIN' HOT on the beach. Just don't wear a bathing suit because your pallor will be like that of death. Also wear big sunglasses to cover up the dark circles that have become your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST OF LUCK TO YOU ALL!!! I'll see you after this quick coma................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-17093719792764220?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/17093719792764220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=17093719792764220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/17093719792764220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/17093719792764220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-new-diet.html' title='my new diet'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-5468249560758067951</id><published>2007-11-08T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T20:46:16.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stirring the waters...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;At lunch today, we were discussing our ancestors and I'm all about whoring out the "we were jewish royalty with a castle and everything" routine. People are always impressed, but I've yet to have anyone bow down.... so until that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we made a starbucks run and I mentioned wanting to put up our x-mas tree last weekend (yes, I know it was the first weekend of November) and one of my co-workers was like oh, but I thought you were Jewish! ha ha! I said, nah, that was long ago. She said something about me being a christian and i said, nah... the other teacher with us joked about me being a "bad christian" i said... nah...  so the first one said so what? are you an atheist or agnostic?!?!?! yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***crickets chirping***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I said what? are you not going to be my friend anymore because I do the right thing because it is the right thing and not because I fear eternal damnation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**** damn those crickets sure are loud ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when people find out that I don't believe in god after they have already formed an opinion of me. I wonder what the thought process for that one is. Hmm... I knew she wasn't a religious person, but I also know that she's a decent person and is responsible... I knew it was weird when she yelled goddamnit all the time.... but we get along.... POP! Brain explodes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure most people think I'm just saying it for the shock value (cause I NEVER say absurd things just to see how people react!). But it is something I just generally don't talk about much outside of my close knit group of friends because I don't like being on the defensive nor do I like the feeling of being openly judged. So, it is something that I tend to not discuss either way. I don't tell you to shut up when you say you will pray for me. I don't laugh in your face and go on a tirade when you ask me to pray for your family. Because I honestly don't care. If you need some sort of reward for doing what's right... hey... do whatever it takes. If you think that you shouldn't murder people or steal because it was in the bible, that's fine as long as you aren't murdering people or stealing. I'll avoid those things because it isn't nice and I wouldn't like those things to happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we'll see how quickly this spreads and how quickly I lose my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an e-mail from a former student's mom complaining about a movie coming out and how terrible it is b/c it was written by an atheist etc. etc. Three days after sending this to me (at work - completely inappropriate) I saw her outside and we discussed what needs to be done to get her other son in my class in two years when he finally starts school. Hmm... I wonder if she would somehow think that her second son wouldn't learn to read or to be a good student in me class if she knew (insert scary music) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the real me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It is such crap. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-5468249560758067951?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5468249560758067951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=5468249560758067951' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/5468249560758067951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/5468249560758067951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2007/11/stirring-waters.html' title='stirring the waters...'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-501850028312542502</id><published>2007-09-10T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T18:11:15.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best...shit...EVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;http://www.marryourdaughter.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fucking AWESOME! Read the testimonials!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;“Our 15 year old daughter Mary wasn’t very popular and did nothing but mope around the house bringing everybody down, so we decided to marry her off through your site. Now our house is a lot cheerier and we love our new swimming pool and Jaccuzi!  We’ve told our youngest that when she turns 15 we’re going to marry her off too!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt; —Mrs. James P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was this website when I was a pre-teen!? I'm telling my parents how pissed off I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-501850028312542502?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/501850028312542502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=501850028312542502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/501850028312542502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/501850028312542502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2007/09/bestshitever.html' title='Best...shit...EVER'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-8769512029365074838</id><published>2007-09-09T19:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T19:38:43.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I should probably keep to myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Do you ever have hilarious things happen to you, but no one is around to see them? That shit always happens to me. I told the counselor at school the other day that she needed to come into my classroom so someone will know that I'm not making this shit up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Wednesday night I was working on getting my crap together for Open House on Thurs. evening. Sure enough as I sat here, I started to get the sniffles. Within 2 hours I was in bed almost in tears because my throat hurt so friggin' bad. Super, now I get to go give a presentation to parents the next night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Thursday I was feeling like COMPLETE crap. The kind of bad where you walk down the hall and people see you and say Oh Jennifer.... You don't look good! then apologize profusely. Believe me, I know. I spent 20 minutes this morning using half a bottle of concealer under each eye only to have my eyes start watering and wash away all my progress.&lt;br /&gt;So, I do my presentation while nursing a peach smoothie from sonic (those f-ing things are AWESOME!) and at the end of the night, one of the moms asks me, Now Jennifer, how bad does it have to get before you go to the dr? hmm... good question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That answer is, when your head is pounding from the moment you wake up and you can't turn your head to the side and you can't breathe through your nose and you're coughing up a lung.... THAT is when you go to the dr. But we had our Gingerbread hunt scheduled for Friday morning, so I HAD to at least go for the first half of the day. So I take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 3 advil, 2 tylenol sinus, an emergen-c, and nasal spray. I grabbed some jeans off the floor and my 3 sizes too big school shirt and headed off.  I walked into school thinking, i might be high... i'm not sure....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do our hunt, walk ALL over the school, library, gym, computer lab, music room, art room, front office, nurse's office, cafeteria and then to recess. Morning goes ok, then I take the kids to lunch and start preparing for my afternoon sub. I walk back into my room and feel something on my leg, I look down and see nothing, but I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; something, so I take another step and a pair of underwear falls out of my pant leg. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm glad it stayed put until I got back into the classroom and didn't fall out while on our GB hunt. Hey kids! We didn't find your cookies, but look! We found your teacher's thong instead!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good times.... I went and told all of my teammates who blamed it on the absurd amount of drugs I'd taken that morning. They think I am cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-8769512029365074838?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8769512029365074838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=8769512029365074838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/8769512029365074838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/8769512029365074838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2007/09/things-i-should-probably-keep-to-myself.html' title='Things I should probably keep to myself'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-5646948251147574718</id><published>2007-08-29T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T20:30:58.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a bit of confidence</title><content type='html'>Today was the third day of school and all I have to say is WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my kids' mom's took a picture of us on the first day and then sent it to the principal and me in an e-mail that afternoon. Later that day, I noticed that the picture is on the main page for the school district. I'm FAMOUS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I found out that the pic is going to run in the local paper. I'm going to need a body guard soon if things keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I get a forwarded e-mail from my principal. One of my kiddo's mom's sent the principal an e-mail complimenting me like crazy and saying how glad she is to have her son at a school as diverse as ours with such great staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I responded to the principal and said with as easy as it has been so far, I should be waiting for it to all come crashing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That could happen in the morning... I did send 4 kids home on yellow today ha ha ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-5646948251147574718?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5646948251147574718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=5646948251147574718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/5646948251147574718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/5646948251147574718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2007/08/bit-of-confidence.html' title='a bit of confidence'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-6522652965212262011</id><published>2007-08-27T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T20:10:13.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goals for your daughters</title><content type='html'>"Ashley will make a good wife when she gets older. She will take good care of her husband. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as heard on tv tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am disgusted. Thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-6522652965212262011?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6522652965212262011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=6522652965212262011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/6522652965212262011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/6522652965212262011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2007/08/goals-for-your-daughters.html' title='goals for your daughters'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-3055280998706611732</id><published>2007-08-26T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T20:39:25.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Crap!</title><content type='html'>School starts tomorrow! Yikes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waking up in 6 and half hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 21 kindergarteners.... and 42 kinder parents AHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is going to be a year filled with vodka and coffee... not in that order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked a bad year to stop drinking cokes. At least I didn't give up smoking crack too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-3055280998706611732?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3055280998706611732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=3055280998706611732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/3055280998706611732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/3055280998706611732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2007/08/holy-crap.html' title='Holy Crap!'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-2978149565383562550</id><published>2007-08-14T22:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T22:31:32.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Along the same lines....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok I'll admit it, I watch bad tv. Tonight I was watching Murder. It is this dumb show on Spike that has 2 groups of people working to solve a real crime. It is ridiculous and I have only watched it twice, this might have been the last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On tonight's episode a dude gets beaten to death in his own bed. One of the "investigators" first noticed a framed last supper painting in the hallway and immediately concluded that this was a very religious family. Um, we have that painting too... but I don't need to go into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her next brilliant idea was that there was no way the wife could have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; killed her husband. "She is a good christian woman and I can't believe that a christian woman would kill her husband."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I cared enough, this is where I would insert a very specific figure of how many wives kill their husbands and how many of them were christian, but I just feel like saying OH MY GOD! How ignorant are people???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GNJR-mqcKtY/RsKNJDTRYaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Vry5bhinMDM/s1600-h/god-v-satan.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GNJR-mqcKtY/RsKNJDTRYaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Vry5bhinMDM/s320/god-v-satan.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098792914781299106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That picture is pretty irrelevant, but it makes me laugh nonetheless. I cannot grasp the concept of people who make lump generalizations like the woman on that show. Whether they be positive, negative or whatever. It makes me laugh hysterically that some people are so naive to believe something like claiming christianity equals being incapable of wrong doing. These are the same people who think I am going to eat their babies because I do not believe in god. One does not necessarily equal the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those of you who are wondering, no, the wife didn't kill her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had her boyfriend do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did she kill him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because her religion looked down on divorce and so she knew the only way she could be with her boyfriend was to kill off her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet Jesus is eating that one up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GNJR-mqcKtY/RsKNJDTRYaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Vry5bhinMDM/s1600-h/god-v-satan.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Jennifer/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-2978149565383562550?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2978149565383562550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=2978149565383562550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/2978149565383562550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/2978149565383562550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2007/08/along-same-lines.html' title='Along the same lines....'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GNJR-mqcKtY/RsKNJDTRYaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Vry5bhinMDM/s72-c/god-v-satan.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-8943266763991535549</id><published>2007-08-03T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T07:52:36.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I may not believe in god, but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm not a dirty whore with drunken slutty pictures all over my myspace.&lt;br /&gt;I don't eat babies.&lt;br /&gt;I don't treat people like shit (as a general rule, sometimes people need it)&lt;br /&gt;I don't claim to be better than anyone or try to convince people to believe the same exact way that I do or else tell them that they will burn eternally (nice one Christians... .I really like the fear factor)&lt;br /&gt;I do have morals.&lt;br /&gt;I am honest.&lt;br /&gt;I stand up for the things that make sense.&lt;br /&gt;I am not the cause of chaos in our society.&lt;br /&gt;I can show a child how to behave and treat others nicely without giving him the eternal damnation speech.&lt;br /&gt;I may not like goats, but that doesn't mean I make sacrifices with them.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that two people can be committed to each other fully despite a lack of a watchful eye peering into their lives.... this leaves room for even (insert scary music) gay people to get married!!! (shocker I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I can do what I'm "supposed" to do in this world to make it less of a crazy chaotic cesspool with out fearing for my afterlife. I do all these things DESPITE religion, not because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John brought to my attention a blog on a myspace page about god loves me because of this, i'm not strong, i trust in god yadda yadda yadda. Another person posted saying that he doesn't understand how non-believers can find "piece" in their lives in light of the VT shooting. Well, I'll tell you I find "piece" by looking at the whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly that makes sense... I don't believe that god had some master plan for all the people who died that day. I don't think he sat down and said I need Sue, Joe, Bob, etc. today.... I could take them in their sleep, but instead I'll make this one kid go crazy and shoot them all up. Great choice, I'll get right on that. With this theory, god's master plan for the shooter was for him to be a nut job who goes and kills a bunch of people. Does he get forgiven for doing "god's work"  I mean, god did want them back in heaven right? This is how god planned to get them there. Should the shooter be allowed to roam the streets like an average citizen because "god has a plan for him?'" His plan just happened to be to kill a bunch of kids at college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it makes more sense to look at the whole picture. The kid was crazy. The kid was not a good person, he went nuts and killed people. Put him in jail, give him some psych drugs and let him be a monetary burden on our society until he croaks naturally or gets beaten to death by some other fine upstanding citizen in jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are nuts. Others are not. I don't need a god to tell me I'm not nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok john just told me the shooter guy killed himself. well shit. i didn't know that. maybe i'll be a christian after all. that changes everything. and completely invalidates my points. i'm off to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-8943266763991535549?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8943266763991535549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=8943266763991535549' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/8943266763991535549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/8943266763991535549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-may-not-believe-in-god-but.html' title='I may not believe in god, but...'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-4042785859587771562</id><published>2007-07-23T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T19:50:55.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things i love</title><content type='html'>tylenol pm... you are my friend. You make me feel drunk with in 30 minutes. you let me sleep forever and ever and ever. I love you tylenol pm. you are my best friend.  (not really, don't panic!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love sharpies. I bought 24 more today. Why? I dunno. I have a shoe box full of them...and a canister full of them... and another canister full at school... I have problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-4042785859587771562?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4042785859587771562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=4042785859587771562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/4042785859587771562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/4042785859587771562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2007/07/things-i-love.html' title='things i love'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-5619077821907286217</id><published>2007-07-19T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T19:31:11.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains... it pours...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Everyone has had "one of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those &lt;/span&gt;days" but this is my blog and I want to whine about my day... well, my yester-day, but I didn't have the energy to sum it all up last night. That and I feared that if I began to write about it, something else would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started out me going to pick up the boys and take them downtown to this kids art in the park thing that they do every Wednesday during the summers here. The younger boy immediately started whining about how he didn't want to go blah blah blah. Pouting in the garage sitting against the wall and just being a brat overall... super. John calls me on our way to tell me that AJ puked up his guts and some of the rawhide from last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we go downtown, park in a parking garage and start heading to the park, except we end up at the capitol. Excuse me officer, is Red River this way... or behind me. Yeah, it's behind you... quite a few blocks too. Awesome, thanks. So, we walk back the way we came and then some more until we get to our destination. Me constantly having to tell the pouting child to keep up with us. They have this nerdy dude playing kid songs and a concert and story time and face painting and popcicles and Blue Bell hats and crafts and more music and it was awesome. As we are walking away, the boys say thanks for bringing us here today! WHAT??? wow. I'm impressed. But the pouty child starts to whine about his shoe hurting his foot. He's wearing crocs... are they even physically capable of causing pain??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get our lunches and go eat in Waterloo park, that goes fine, we finish up, toss our trash and head to the playscape. I see a man walking towards us so, I try to veer off to the side to avoid his path. That doesn't work. He asks, Excuse me ma'am I saw you were here eating lunch in the park and I was wondering if you happened to have any leftovers. I say, oh, no i'm sorry, we ate everything. Then I have to tell the pouty child to keep up with us. (he's now about 10 feet behind me)&lt;br /&gt;The homeless dude starts muttering some shit "don't have to pee in your pants... blah blah blah... just hungry" I was like Sir, I said we ate all of our lunch, I'm sorry, but we don't have anything else. He YELLS AT ME!!!! I'm not talking about that anymore! I'm saying you don't have to pee in your pants and make sure your kid is right there. You don't have to panic! Some people have and some people don't... I'm homeless I'm not a criminal.  I said, I'm not panicking... he's being slow, I want him to keep up.  What I didn't say was I work 3 fucking jobs, so don't talk to me about having and not having... the reason I have is because I bust my fucking ass. These aren't my kids and I'm trying to not lose them even if I would sell that one to you for $5. ugh. I was pissed, so we left without going to the playscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that afternoon, we went to the pool and as soon as I sat down with the newest copy of People, a damn tornado (not really, but close) comes ripping through the area. Came out of nowhere! So we run to the car and start to head back to their house. As I'm driving 30 mph through the town in the rain, I notice some kids on bikes riding down one of the 2 main streets in this town. One of the three kids has a helmet on. One of the other two whips his bike directly in front of my car. I have to slam on my breaks to avoid hitting him. Brakes screaming, tires sliding and squealing on the wet roads and the dumb fucking kid just stares at me slack jawed like oh shit did that just happen????????? yes you stupid little twit, it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make it back to the kids' house where they immediately run inside and tell their dad how I almost hit a kid on a bike. Uh... yeah, not my fault though... I have to clarify. I still had an hour left in my day by this point and the kids went on super asshole mode and I wanted to strangle them, but opted to not. I left their house, twitching and in need of a strong drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back to my house, made a drink, settled down at my craft desk with big plans of working on school stuff. Except the hacked version of office 07 that was recently put on my computer had other plans... couldn't do shit with my computer. Super.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change of plans, I decide to make school stuff w/out the use of my computer and 10 minutes later I realize that AJ is passed out in the stairs looking sad enough to cry alligator tears. Hmm... with lots of sweet talking, I convince him to come upstairs with me. He flops down on the floor near me and Kirby comes up and starts to nuzzle up against AJ. and here's where it got scary... AJ let him.... So, I paged the vet. By this time it is 9pm, he calls back, I tell him AJ's symptoms and he says well, it could be some bacteria from the rawhide or it could be that his intestines are twisted and he'll need to have emergency surgery. I can't tell you for sure until I see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John of course is gone, so I called a neighbor to see if she could watch Kirby while I was gone, but she didn't answer, so I had to load up both dogs. AJ wouldn't even get into the car. I had to pick his fat butt up and put him in the car. The whole way there Kirby wouldn't mess with him, AJ was being really quiet and just had that sick dog smell about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to the vet and I'm trying to lift AJ out of the car, Kirby jumps over my head and runs through the parking lot like the wild banshee he is. I finally get him back into the car and AJ out of the car and into the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the "good" part of the day. AJ didn't have to have surgery :) just a mild case of food poisoning. We got him some antibiotics etc. etc. I'm out of there in about 45 minutes and I soon realize that in my haste of controlling asshole dogs, I'd left my headlights on. Sure enough, the battery was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even curse anymore. I was so damn irritated, but I hang my head and go back into the office to ask the dr. if he has jumper cables. Nope. So, I have to call John to come out there and meet me 30 minutes away to jump start my car. We get home around 11:30 and I wanted so badly to just collapse into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That didn't quite happen, AJ was being a sad sack and refused to get out of the car. I don't know what it is about that dog, but seeing him not feeling well makes me want to die. I tried to pass out once we finally got him out of the car, but I woke up every couple of hours worrying about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. it is nearly 24 hours later and I'm having another drink. still trying to recover. I didn't even get out of my pajamas today... and yes, I did go to work.... in my pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-5619077821907286217?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5619077821907286217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=5619077821907286217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/5619077821907286217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/5619077821907286217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When it rains... it pours...'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-7814891985150591230</id><published>2007-06-21T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T15:26:43.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>driving and attention whores</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I hate driving.&lt;br /&gt;No, that's not right, I hate other people driving. You should have to take a special class to get certified to drive on wet roads. For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When the roads are wet and it is raining do you: A. Slow down and be cautious or B. Slow to 20 below the posted speed limit, drive in the fast lane constantly riding your breaks all the while talking on your cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I generally don't have a problem with people on the phone while driving, hell, most of the time I am driving, I'm talking to someone. But JESUS CHRIST! If your body can't handle holding the phone up to your head and also pressing on the gas pedal... give up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to the Attention Whores part of this blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you pick up little Johnny from his soccer camp, it is NOT necessary to show the entire triangle back of your thong. This bugs me for many reasons, one being quit acting like ho bag Spears, you are the epitome of soccer moms. If you weren't, you wouldn't live in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;neighborhood. Another reason is how can you not realize this is happening? You've obviously pulled your drawers up to your earlobes, it can't be comfortable. And also, you are picking up your kid from camp, meaning, you are a mom. A mom old enough to have a kid in camp. Get over it. You aren't 20 years old anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the attention whores who drive Hummers. We get it, you have more money than sense. But to pick out a bright ass banana yellow one is just a slap in the face. Now you are showing us that you have more money than common sense and fashion sense combined. No one likes your car. It is a ridiculous waste of three or four parking spots. It is hard to miss on its own, you don't need to paint it neon nor do you need to put your web address of www.imakemoremoneythanyouandispenditonstufflikethisandnotonbooksthatmighthelpmylittlespoiledbratchildlearnhowtoread.com&lt;br /&gt;(that says, I make more money than you and I spend it on stuff like this and not on books that might help my little spoiled brat child learn how to read - you are welcome) The only people I have ever heard say that they like hummers are elementary aged kids. So congratulations fucktard, you have impressed all the 6 year old boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-7814891985150591230?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7814891985150591230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=7814891985150591230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/7814891985150591230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/7814891985150591230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2007/06/driving-and-attention-whores.html' title='driving and attention whores'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-6595275157275791521</id><published>2007-05-29T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T23:26:16.449-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I hate people because...'/><title type='text'>Classy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GNJR-mqcKtY/Rl0W_nHwU_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/gpI78si8Wis/s1600-h/classy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GNJR-mqcKtY/Rl0W_nHwU_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/gpI78si8Wis/s320/classy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070234037578126322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;While perusing myspace accounts tonight, I checked in on a girl I went to high school with who has like 47 babies, from there, I linked to another page and found this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's I'll let you vote on what you think most makes this a classy shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dial 1800 trashtastic for : the caption read "the cake topper my mama made"&lt;br /&gt;dial 1800 i'm-a-tramp for the fact that the cake is still in the HEB plastic box&lt;br /&gt;dial 1800 skank-o-vision for the sheer fact that someone thought of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and followed through with&lt;/span&gt; this set up of barbie dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is almost as tacky as the naked lady cake complete with icing pubic hair my SIL had made for my brother last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet will be the downfall of our society. I hate to say it, but it is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're off to the beach for a couple of days. I hope to purge my mind of these images and work on mass producing skin cancer cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-6595275157275791521?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6595275157275791521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=6595275157275791521' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/6595275157275791521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/6595275157275791521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2007/05/classy.html' title='Classy'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GNJR-mqcKtY/Rl0W_nHwU_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/gpI78si8Wis/s72-c/classy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-8861777549959886378</id><published>2007-05-23T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T20:04:37.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF or Why I hate TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Why is John Travolta dressed as a fat lady singing and dancing on my television. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And before bed... i'm going to puke. And have nightmares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;By the way, Kirby ate our bed today. I'm not sure where I am sleeping tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-8861777549959886378?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8861777549959886378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=8861777549959886378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/8861777549959886378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/8861777549959886378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2007/05/wtf-or-why-i-hate-tv.html' title='WTF or Why I hate TV'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-4020584366957992560</id><published>2007-05-05T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T11:36:06.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Office party etiquette</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;For all of those who know me, I'm sure it comes as no surprise to you that I would like to write about party etiquette. I'm by far one of the most judgmental people I've ever met. I like to participate in what most people call "people watching" but in reality it is really "people critiquing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the spirit of this game, I thought I would come up with a list of acceptable/unacceptable behaviors for your office party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's preface this by saying that I work at an elementary school and our end of year office party was held on a party barge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It is a boat party, come prepared... meaning, don't wear your jeans... everyone will ask why, and you'll have to tell each one of them how dumb you are that it didn't even occur to you to wear anything other than jeans on a boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't be the only person to drink hard liquor. When everyone else shows up with sandwiches, chips, dips and a 6 pack of beer, you will get funny looks boarding with only a bottle of vodka, a 2 liter of sprite and your purse. And when your principal sees you, raises her eyebrows and says, "wow... vodka...." think of something better to say than "uh... yeah....I don't drink beer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't drink the entire bottle of vodka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't threaten to wrestle people, but if you do accidentally drop the wrestling bomb... just let it drop, don't continue on for the rest of the night of why you think you could take down the other person... whom you don't even know. (in my defense, the assistant principal told me his money was on me, he was just worried about me b/c I'd be wresting out of my weight class. The opponent I chose stands at least a foot taller than me and outweighs me by quite a bit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't play jokes like spreading around that the only male on campus (who happens to be the assistant principal) is gay. And definitely don't put the only 2 dollars in your wallet in another teacher's top telling her "Ha ha ha go upstairs (where the token male is) and say that you heard **** is GAY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. For real, don't drink a liter of vodka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't try to convince the captain of the ship that he should stop the boat in the middle of the lake so you could just jump in real quick. He's not going to be impressed. Especially if you are the one person on the boat in jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Don't even talk to the captain of the ship. For he will take it upon himself to leave his post, of driving the fucking boat, to go to the back and get a life jacket and put it over your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If for some strange reason, you do end up being the only person on the boat wearing jeans and a life jacket... it is not a good time to take a picture of yourself with your AP (the gay one) and the teacher whose shirt is full of money holding up the nearly empty bottle of vodka. God knows who owns that camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you do drink the entire bottle of vodka, EAT SOMETHING! And not just the ice in your glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Having another party-goer pour water down your white tank top is not a viable alternative to swimming in the lake, but even if she thinks it is, don't yell out that she is a whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. When you get off of the boat, have someone help you walk back up the hill. You could ask some random guy who works for the boat rental company... but he'll probably come up with some lame story about his hurt back. I didn't want him to carry me by the way. It is better to go with a co-worker, that way you two can come up with a cute nickname by combining your two names, "Krappy Pecker" for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If you decide to go to the restaurant bar so your DD can have some more water and you lose one of the people you were with, don't be the one to scream bloody murder calling out her name. Especially if you are walking by 2 cops posted at the entrance of the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. When the waitress asks you what you'd like to drink, say WATER It really doesn't sound anything like Cape Cod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I can't remember any more rules from this point on. Just be nice to your boyfriend who drives 30 minutes to come pick your drunk ass up to get you home safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you follow these 15 rules, you should have no qualms about showing your face at work the next Monday, because you certainly won't be known as, "The School Drunk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-4020584366957992560?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4020584366957992560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=4020584366957992560' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/4020584366957992560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/4020584366957992560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2007/05/office-party-etiquette.html' title='Office party etiquette'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-1700255567045742747</id><published>2007-05-02T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T19:50:59.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Note to my Future Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dear not-yet-conceived future child,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, it's your future mom. I just wanted to send you a quick note to let you know that you will never get away with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean nothing... at all... ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care who it is blaming you for something, I don't care how absurd the claim is, I don't care what your excuse is. You will be at fault. And I will beat you unmercifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be none of this, "Well so-and-so instigated it." or, "Well s/he did it first." and absolutely no, "Are you sure it was my child?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be your fault. You will suffer the consequences. I'll even tack on a few of my own. Just for fun. Just for spite. Just to ensure that you understand that you will never ever ever get away with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you for as long as you don't make me kill you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS You can thank the moms of kids I know now for my attitude. I promise it is for your own benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-1700255567045742747?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1700255567045742747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=1700255567045742747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/1700255567045742747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/1700255567045742747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2007/05/note-to-my-future-children.html' title='A Note to my Future Children'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-5629458888539216345</id><published>2007-04-25T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T18:13:47.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired by Laura</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Things I love vs. Things I hate.... which list will be longer???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love:&lt;br /&gt;1. Lorna Doone shortbread cookies&lt;br /&gt;2. CSI Vegas&lt;br /&gt;3. My puppies, even Kirby&lt;br /&gt;4. Microsoft Publisher&lt;br /&gt;5. when the kids choose one of the learning centers I made for them over the same "toys" they usually play with&lt;br /&gt;6. Routines... how sick is that?&lt;br /&gt;7. Sensual Amber from Bath and Body Works&lt;br /&gt;8. Being clean with my hair already straightened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate:&lt;br /&gt;1. Parents who think their kid is smarter than s/he really is&lt;br /&gt;2. Feeling unmotivated&lt;br /&gt;3. My lack of short term memory&lt;br /&gt;4. cheap vodka&lt;br /&gt;5. beer&lt;br /&gt;6. playing the "I'm more __________ than you" as in, "Man, I'm tired" "Yeah well at least you got to sleep for 4 hours. I was up all night, and then I got up earlier than you and went to bed later and worked harder and yadda yadda yadda" IT DOESN'T MAKE ME ANY LESS TIRED! It is ok for both of us to be tired. Tired has lots of room, it never kicks ANY one out. This goes for hungry, cold, full, hot, bored, busy, overwhelmed etc. It is ok for two (hell, even three) people to have similar feelings and needs.&lt;br /&gt;7. Liking TV as much as I do&lt;br /&gt;8. Bathing.... god, when are they going to invent a clean pill???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-5629458888539216345?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5629458888539216345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=5629458888539216345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/5629458888539216345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/5629458888539216345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2007/04/inspired-by-laura.html' title='Inspired by Laura'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-5322636971685621967</id><published>2007-04-16T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T20:09:26.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every once in a while</title><content type='html'>Every once in a while, you meet a person who fills a hole in your life. The kind of person who you really feel honored to have known. But more so, you feel pride because they cared about you. Because they are such amazing people, it is a compliment that they thought you are special. And you wonder if you're really worth it.  And you wish you had more time to prove it to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-5322636971685621967?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5322636971685621967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=5322636971685621967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/5322636971685621967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/5322636971685621967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2007/04/every-once-in-while.html' title='Every once in a while'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-6377308023107879827</id><published>2007-04-11T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T20:10:55.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I don't have kids... and I've never been a victim of identity theft, but seriously... some people are RIDICULOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our Kinder registration today and I'm standing around praying, Dear God (that I don't believe is really there, but there's no one else to talk to so why not...) Please don't let these parents have anything to ask me. Please don't let them care... let me go home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see this wild banshee (is that a word?) of a child covered in fake tattoos running around. Now, I'm not one to talk trash about tattoos, I have a couple myself, but this demon spawn was honestly running through the cafeteria full blast pulling his shirt over his head to show the principal his stripes of fake tattoos all over his chest and stomach. Wow... flag that one for a "NOT in My Class."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see his mom talking to our nurse... the final step to registration. And I see our nurse's face tighten up as though she's holding back. I tried to eavesdrop but all I can hear is something about his SSN. Oh god, she's one of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those &lt;/span&gt;parents. The one who is afraid that someone is going to sneak into the school via the internet connection in our classroom and snatch their child up and run them to Mexico to be a sex slave. But then she continues talking about how she's a very active parent and wants to be really involved in the classroom and yadda yadda yadda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I wait until they are finished (20 minutes) and as the nurse is highlighting the kid's name on his folder, I ask what that was all about... Mom doesn't want to give the school the kid's SSN... she wants us to issue him a state id number for them to use to keep track of him. Whatever, paranoia... oh but it gets better... she also requested that if the number that is issued to him contains the number 666 he will need to be issued another number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... if she's afraid of the devil, she probably won't have a problem with us doing Christmas shit in class... Halloween... that will be a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-6377308023107879827?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6377308023107879827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=6377308023107879827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/6377308023107879827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/6377308023107879827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2007/04/paranoia.html' title='Paranoia'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-5138026593948745141</id><published>2007-04-02T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T18:35:58.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Only in Kindergarten'/><title type='text'>Who gets BITTEN at work????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lion tamers&lt;br /&gt;Alligator wrestlers&lt;br /&gt;Snake charmers&lt;br /&gt;video crews for the discovery channel during shark week&lt;br /&gt;Kindergarten teachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which of the above does NOT belong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, who gets bitten? Me. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little spaz who isn't even in my class tells me he's soooo hungry he's going to eat me up! Then pretends to lunge for my arm to take a bite, except he didn't have much for eye-mouth depth perception, he freakin' bit me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't break the skin, but CSI could have gotten dental impressions from my forearm.  So, I had him sit out until his mom came to get him (this was during extended care - after school).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I check my school e-mail and get this in my inbox:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I heard this afternoon that ***** bit you today at Extended Care.  Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry.  Please be assured that we take this kind of behavior very seriously. ***** had a strong talking to and consequences tonight, and he will be giving you an apology tomorrow.  Please let me know if there is anything else you think we should do to address his behavior, or if there is anything else you think we should know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Thank you very much for all that you do for our children.  And I apologize again for *****'s behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Aww poor little spaz!  I wrote back and let her know that he was just playing and he didn't do it in anger... all in a day's work... for lion tamers... and kindergarten teachers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-5138026593948745141?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5138026593948745141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=5138026593948745141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/5138026593948745141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/5138026593948745141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2007/04/who-gets-bitten-at-work.html' title='Who gets BITTEN at work????'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-6775192785769699051</id><published>2007-03-31T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T16:26:52.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting old'/><title type='text'>The Picture.... or sound.... of health</title><content type='html'>I'm in tip top shape. Just listen here: http://home.mckallip.net/dl/knee/j-knee.wav&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that really is what my knee sounds like. awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-6775192785769699051?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6775192785769699051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=6775192785769699051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/6775192785769699051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/6775192785769699051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2007/03/picture-or-sound-of-health.html' title='The Picture.... or sound.... of health'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-5048140089913574115</id><published>2007-03-20T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T18:57:24.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not sarcasm'/><title type='text'>Something I probably shouldn't be happy about</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ok so I'm the newbie at my job. The last person hired on my team was hired 7 years ago.... so when I found out that my district was opening a new school next year, it was understood that I would be the first to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I liked that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my team, we are nothing alike, but we have so much fun. Generally when I can leave early, I don't, because I'm in someone else's classroom BSing for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a month or so ago they redistricted the school and we found out that we would be losing a teacher at my grade level. Fine... I'll go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd been thinking about how much it is going to suck and how I'd miss seeing my teammates. Last night I was thinking well... if we go to KToT (yeah, that's Kindergarten Teachers of Texas... I'm cool, you're jealous) next year, maybe I'll still stay with them. Would that be mean to my new team? Do I care? Nah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to school a little bit early today in anticipation of a new student. Who home schools their kindergartener only to enroll him in public school in late March????? The principal comes over the loudspeaker and tells us to check our e-mails right away. Aww man, we must have a meeting or something or maybe a fire drill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, lo and behold it is a letter from the superintendent saying that construction has been delayed on the new school and it will not be opening for another year! I GET TO STAY!!!!!!! I immediately forwarded it to my mom, John and Jamie, who have all listened to me whine about how much I don't want to leave. Then I hear KRUUUUUUUUUUUUUPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! Yelled down the hallway. It was my team leader who came running down the hall to hug me after she read it. We all met out in the hallway and jumped up and down and got giddy and excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was complete cheese. But I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-5048140089913574115?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5048140089913574115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=5048140089913574115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/5048140089913574115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/5048140089913574115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2007/03/something-i-probably-shouldnt-be-happy.html' title='Something I probably shouldn&apos;t be happy about'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-1893610254616801848</id><published>2007-03-14T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T11:07:15.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that bother me'/><title type='text'>So annoyed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;DISCLAIMER: This whole post isn't about how much I work out or how many calories I burned etc. (So, Laura, you can read it and not want to gouge my eyes out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ok, so here I am... working out for the 4th day in a row this week thinking, "well, even though I'm sleeping until 10 am each day, at least I'm getting up and working out after that." So, I turn on exercise TV and bust my butt for about 45 minutes and decide, ok I can do this for a few more minutes. I flip through the new listings and get angry that they took off my favorite workouts and then Ta-Da! I find Tae Bo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Now for most people, dancing around comes somewhat naturally. I'm not most people. So any cardio type workout I can find that doesn't have me booty dancing following 642 steps is super.  I've done Tae Bo before and it is simple enough for me to follow along with out feeling like I should be drinking a 40 while doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Push play and get ready.... wait, what does that banner in the background say? Faith?? what? Find my inner strength? Who is Billy Blanks kidding? Ok fine he's pretending this is some eastern philosophy based work out. Whatever, let's get on with the punches and jabs..... "What's that clap for?" Why I don't know Billy, do tell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;JESUS CHRIST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Find your strength within! Jesus will give you the power to complete this work out. If you feel like you just can't make it, Praise the lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wow, I didn't know Jesus could cure fatigue. I thought rest and hydration did that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;so I refuse to do the claps and then he tells me to punch it up to the lord. and I refuse to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;WHY MUST MY WORK OUT BE A RELIGIOUS EXPERIENCE!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;If God is going to make my work out better, super. I'd prefer that he didn't make chocolate taste so good. Then I wouldn't need to work out in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So, we're standing on one leg and kicking with the other, Billy tells me that if I'm falling to call on the power of God with my inner strength to help me stand tall. Man, and all this time, I grew up thinking that balance was what helped me stand tall. That Jesus must have a sick sense of humor because I sure have fallen plenty of times in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I can just picture Jesus sitting up there with his disciples saying hey man, watch this little girl, she's going to try to roller skate, we'll test her faith...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Let me set the scene, I'm rocking out to NKOTB with my side pony tail and my pink hand me down satin jacket (with denim shorts of course) scrunch socks and some rented roller skates.  ohh-ohh -ohh-ohh-ohhh Hangin' Tough!    whoa... whoa!!!! CRASH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Jesus: ha ha! She didn't ask me to help her not fall, she didn't use her inner strength, now look at her on the ground sucka!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Me: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY ARM IS SNAPPED IN HALF!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Needless to say, I won't be sticking to a Tae Bo work out. I'll stick to Satan Strength Training. Until god makes chocolate and ice cream taste like asparagus and asparagus taste like chocolate... I'll leave the church out of my work outs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-1893610254616801848?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1893610254616801848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=1893610254616801848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/1893610254616801848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/1893610254616801848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-annoyed.html' title='So annoyed'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-2098899247104949519</id><published>2007-03-11T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T11:46:25.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love Austin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Reason # 567832098674095&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sitting at home on a Sunday afternoon with the windows and doors open... I look down out of our upstairs window and see three ladies walking two horses by on our sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John's Response, "You wouldn't see that in DC." No you sure wouldn't. It is good to be home. It is even better to be home and be on Spring Break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-2098899247104949519?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2098899247104949519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=2098899247104949519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/2098899247104949519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/2098899247104949519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-i-love-austin.html' title='Why I love Austin'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-6951703450360536864</id><published>2007-03-06T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T21:01:48.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok one more....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GNJR-mqcKtY/Re5HH-uS_lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ptn4cm5lZFk/s1600-h/DSC05453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GNJR-mqcKtY/Re5HH-uS_lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ptn4cm5lZFk/s320/DSC05453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039043235496001106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT ONE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-6951703450360536864?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6951703450360536864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=6951703450360536864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/6951703450360536864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/6951703450360536864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2007/03/ok-one-more.html' title='ok one more....'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GNJR-mqcKtY/Re5HH-uS_lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ptn4cm5lZFk/s72-c/DSC05453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-2997436790758181977</id><published>2007-03-06T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T20:57:31.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supa Cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GNJR-mqcKtY/Re5FhOuS_kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uK-DtNd6O0c/s1600-h/DSC05460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GNJR-mqcKtY/Re5FhOuS_kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uK-DtNd6O0c/s320/DSC05460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039041470264442434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Here is one of my Panda pics. SOOOO cute, not even the best picture I have, but I just wanted to throw one up here for tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Let me tell you how much I'm looking forward to waking up in 6 hours and getting ready to go back to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This trip was planned perfectly. Took Mon. and Tues. off, I'll go back to school Wed-Fri and then it will be spring break and I'll have 9 days off followed by a work day. Ahhhh... I guess I can handle that schedule. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway, say hello to AJ and Kirby's future friend. I will have a panda someday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-2997436790758181977?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2997436790758181977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=2997436790758181977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/2997436790758181977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/2997436790758181977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2007/03/supa-cute.html' title='Supa Cute'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GNJR-mqcKtY/Re5FhOuS_kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uK-DtNd6O0c/s72-c/DSC05460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-2347092729392823711</id><published>2007-03-05T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T22:21:02.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lotsa</title><content type='html'>Lots of things have happened since the first night here. I saw Giant Pandas... by far the cutest animals in the whole friggin' world. I could die now and be relatively happy. I'll post pics on here when I get back home and I'm not stealing internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we met some really nice people, made me feel like this place isn't so bad after all, but then again... these really nice people were from Texas :) ha. Small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is our last day. The museums here are free and AMAZING! I (heart) the smithsonian institution.  We're going to the Spy museum in the AM and then heading back to nice, lovely, kind, sweet and warm Texas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-2347092729392823711?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2347092729392823711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=2347092729392823711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/2347092729392823711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/2347092729392823711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2007/03/lotsa.html' title='lotsa'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-699561688031892991</id><published>2007-03-03T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T18:28:59.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY CRAP!I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    I know I'm a non-urban girl, but jesus christ, this place is kinda scary for me. Will update later... if we don't get robbed/attacked by homeless people/killed/mangled in a subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura, how did you do this for over a year????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I respect you so much more now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-699561688031892991?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/699561688031892991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=699561688031892991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/699561688031892991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/699561688031892991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2007/03/holy-crapi.html' title='HOLY CRAP!I'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-7474307100768684422</id><published>2007-02-18T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T19:06:28.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday... Dangerous Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have come to realize that cleaning is dangerous. I should never have to do it. I sliced my finger open while trying to dust. Then I rammed the shop-vac handle into my knee cap. I can't risk it any longer. From this moment on, I will save what's left of my limbs and stop cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-7474307100768684422?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7474307100768684422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=7474307100768684422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/7474307100768684422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/7474307100768684422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2007/02/sunday-dangerous-sunday.html' title='Sunday... Dangerous Sunday'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-5191627752526823186</id><published>2007-02-12T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T11:27:09.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I read a lot. Everyday. Some of it is good, some of it is shit, some of it is news, some gossip, some poems, some kid writing, some labels, some e-mails, some blogs, some lyrics... but by far, the BEST thing I read today was: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"If &lt;strong&gt;Britney Spears&lt;/strong&gt; weren't so &lt;strike&gt;fucking stupid&lt;/strike&gt; "country," her personal and professional life might have turned out quite differently!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As you can guess that came from the "some shit" and "some gossip" categories, but still. I think it applies to life more than it should just take out Britney Spears and replace it with any of a slew of names of people I know and viola! It makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a pretty good dinner tonight. Sometimes I get so hungry that I have NO idea what I actually want to eat. Today that resulted in me throwing everyone of my cravings into a pot and cooking it over low heat for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I love seeing "no misspellings found" after writing a blog. I really am smarter than the average Joe. Except I just tried to spell Joe with a G. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-5191627752526823186?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5191627752526823186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=5191627752526823186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/5191627752526823186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/5191627752526823186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2007/02/reading.html' title='Reading'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-4154705394870523973</id><published>2007-02-10T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T17:27:48.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm sorry for the awful colors in the previous posts. I would change them to save your eyes, but I'm too lazy. Just know that with my new template, I will chose colors that work well with this layout.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-4154705394870523973?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4154705394870523973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=4154705394870523973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/4154705394870523973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/4154705394870523973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-sorry.html' title='I am sorry'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-3213706484585968117</id><published>2007-02-09T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T11:58:57.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah Yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ok so here's another hobby for me to start and then give up on... I'm good at that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I've been pretty busy. That is a lame excuse. I've thought of things to write about, but I get distracted by life, gossip pages, dogs, and sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Here's a quick update: it changed years, then months a couple of times and here we are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I started working out 5 days a week. That takes up a lot of time, what with the showering I now have to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I also gave up drinking cokes. I don't know why, but I'll tell you, my class did the hardboiled egg soaking in coke to see what happens and I'm not sure I'm going to be able to drink them again. That shit was gross. Even after we all scrubbed it, it was still brown and it was staining through the egg shell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I'm trying more and more to be a good teacher. It dawns on me sometimes that Holy Shit! I'm their Kindergarten teacher! They will remember me FOREVER. So, how do I want them to remember me? The mean teacher who was perpetually unprepared? Or the tard of a teacher who let them have fun and sang and danced WITH them rather than just watching? Probably a little of both. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I wrote a song a few minutes ago, it is to the tune of the Toys 'r us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I don't wanna work out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;i'm a lazy slob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I don't wanna work out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;but even if I did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I'd rather have a drink instead! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;copyright 2007 jkrupa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-3213706484585968117?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3213706484585968117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=3213706484585968117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/3213706484585968117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/3213706484585968117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2007/02/yeah-yeah.html' title='Yeah Yeah'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-2653538964090271637</id><published>2006-12-29T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T15:24:06.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh, i'm cursed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;So, no less than 3 hours after posting that, my mom calls to tell me that one of her cats got hit by a car and she's not sure if it is going to live. Gah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;It is of course the cat she got for me when I lived by myself in Austin, a friend for AJ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;poor Lucy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-2653538964090271637?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2653538964090271637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=2653538964090271637' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/2653538964090271637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/2653538964090271637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2006/12/ugh-im-cursed.html' title='ugh, i&apos;m cursed'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-3063424989088352958</id><published>2006-12-29T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T11:05:21.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats and daytime television</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;OK I'll admit it, I've done a lot of channel surfing over my break. I have worked on very very very little school stuff and not nearly as much housework as I would have liked, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm watching yet another episode of What Not to Wear (god, some one nominate me! I want $5,000 to spend on clothes) and they keep showing all these commercials about cats, cat food, kittens, etc. etc. And I watch them and feel NOTHING. I just don't understand how I can be so dog obsessed and honestly I like lots of animals, hell I'm a Krupa, I have to like them. But I see these people preparing plates of food for their cats (with fucking PARSLEY!!) and all I can think is what a waste of time. One commercial actually said, "I love how special he makes me feel." talking about her cat. How does a cat express that? By glaring at you from across the room.... by shitting in your favorite potted plant in the living room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't jump on the cat bandwagon. I just can't. I know there are a ton of disgusting habits that my dogs have, but I can at least yell at a dog for being gross and get a reaction out of him. Try yelling at a cat and all it does is that stupid back arching stretch equivalent to a big fat middle finger. I guess that's why I don't like cats. They are like that kid in class who is soooo bad and all you want to do is make him/her cry, but you get NOTHING. Why bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is it cats are always associated with chicks? All of these commercials are of mid-thirties women adoring their cats and apparently having enough time/money to prepare their little demons a feast of salmon with a side of ornamental greenery served on a fine china plate. I saw a book in Barnes and Noble called something like What you can tell about a woman by her cat. The book's counterpart was What you can tell about a man by his dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I less of a woman because I don't like cats? Because the thought of them rummaging through their litter boxes and then walking across the kitchen counter makes me want to vomit? Because I don't appreciate being randomly attacked and mauled when I try to pet my animals? Because I need the tail wagging approval of my puppies telling me, "Good throw! Let's do it again!" when we play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-3063424989088352958?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3063424989088352958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=3063424989088352958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/3063424989088352958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/3063424989088352958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2006/12/cats-and-daytime-television.html' title='Cats and daytime television'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-5957717582715980836</id><published>2006-12-04T20:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T20:25:38.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm...</title><content type='html'>I make myself laugh more than I should admit to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-5957717582715980836?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5957717582715980836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=5957717582715980836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/5957717582715980836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/5957717582715980836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2006/12/hmm.html' title='hmm...'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-1470909204720469354</id><published>2006-11-30T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T20:50:13.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretentious is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;blocking the whole milk case to argue with your boyfriend with his cashmere scarf about which type of organic milk to buy. You vote for the carton because you can "taste the plastic" of the jug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i saw your crack when you bent over to inspect the milk, it was hairy and i didn't like it. Low rise jeans are for women, not men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-1470909204720469354?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1470909204720469354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=1470909204720469354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/1470909204720469354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/1470909204720469354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/pretentious-is.html' title='Pretentious is...'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-4304358125273652868</id><published>2006-11-29T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T20:25:31.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting old and feeling accomplished</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;First off, there is no reason why the things I'm about to tell you about should be in the same post, but I'm lazy. So, pretend that I wrote one the other day and then wrote another one today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and I have a new game called "You know how I know we're old?" very similar to "You know how I know you're gay?" from 40 year old virgin (WATCH IT JAMIE! Then give it back, i want to watch it again!). I don't know when 25 became the new 65, but I sure feel like a senior citizen these days. Granted I will be 26 in a very short time, but still, I shouldn't be thinking things like Ohhh, it's almost 10pm I'd better get up stairs and get to bed... but first let me turn on the news to check the weather. WTF? Forget turning into my mother, I've turned into my Nana! And then there's the short term memory loss. For example, I had planned on writing about another example of how old I am, but now I've forgotten....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I've got it, I'm suddenly becoming paranoid. I caught myself nearly running to my car and jumping in and locking the doors to avoid an unseen monster in the parking lot at school the other evening. And we all know I don't work in a bad neighborhood. I'm constantly worried about the door being locked...like it really matters, we have a glass door. I can see the "bad guys" now. Arg (cause they are pirates) There's that girl all alone sitting on her couch watching CSI again, let's bust in there and attack her and steal all of her maxed out credit cards!!!! [then they try the locked door] Damn! foiled again! If only we had the strength or smarts to get through this tricky glass....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like maybe.. just maybe... I'm a good teacher. There's this cute as hell boy in my class, stocky little thing who will interrupt the lesson to say "Hey Miss Krupa... I'm a funny guy right??" Yes little A, you are. The kinda kid who could take out my whole class in an instant football style, but he's got three sisters, so he's really the most sensitive creature in the world. Everytime he gets his feelings hurt, he cries and I have to buy him a pony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when he first came to school, he knew only a few letters, not even all of the ones in his name (he only has 6 letters) and one letter sound. I was scared at the parent teacher conference because it was the first conference where I couldn't BS my way through it by saying oh yeah, he's doing fine... just keep reading. This kid needed help. I planned for the worst, I mean, he's got 4 kids in his family, not sure how active the parents are etc. but it went well, his parents (yes, both mom and dad showed up) assured me that they would use the info I gave them and help him each day. So, here we are, 2 and a half months later, he's recognizing sight words, knows his letters AND sounds, can put sounds together and break them apart etc. etc. etc. He's one of the most inquisitive kids in the bunch. Today it dawned on me that, no, it isn't only because of me that he is successful, but it is partly because of me...and with that I will sleep well tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-4304358125273652868?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4304358125273652868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=4304358125273652868' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/4304358125273652868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/4304358125273652868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/getting-old-and-feeling-accomplished.html' title='Getting old and feeling accomplished'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-5538354974380583029</id><published>2006-11-12T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T07:31:42.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing at my own jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Sometimes, really stupid things pop into my head. They generally run away as quickly as they come. Not anymore though. I've set a trap for those funny little bastards. It is called "writing them down." Pretty good huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are a couple of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was washing my hands the other day, the phrase "whore's breath" flashed in my mind. Awesome! I don't know how to use it, but I like to just say it and laugh. Like when I stub my toe, rather than yelling "ahhh crap!" I can now yell, "whore's breath!" It works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Friday night we went to eat and I saw Fratty McFratGuy carrying out his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;illegitimate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;bastard crying child and turned to John and told him that the guy looked like a baby dropper. Think about it... there are certain people in this world and all it takes is a glimpse into their lives to see them stumbling and dropping babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put those little nuggets in your pocket and feel free to use them. Just don't forget where you got them when you're suddenly the funniest guy/gal in the room and everyone is laughing with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-5538354974380583029?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5538354974380583029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=5538354974380583029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/5538354974380583029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/5538354974380583029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/laughing-at-my-own-jokes.html' title='Laughing at my own jokes'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-116304433452341860</id><published>2006-11-08T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T07:17:27.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life should include somethings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I paid a lot of money for my car. I am still paying. This month will mark the half way point of my six year loan. I paid nearly as much for my car as I did for my college education. Which brings me to (a lot of debt) my point: life should come with certain things. I'm not saying that I should be given a car, a monstrosity (is that a real word?) of a house, but the fact that I have to buy new tires for this car just PISSES me off! Sure, I have over 66k miles on the tires that are on the car, but damnit. Hello?? Didn't that come included in the purchase price?? It isn't like I can live with out these tires. I NEED them. I'm currently working on my 3rd week of driving around with out a spare. The "spare" is on the car and the 4th wheel is sitting in the garage with a big fat screw in it. The tires are as bald as my brother's head. Meaning, there is some tread (hair) there, but not enough to matter so I might as well just shave the tires like he shaves his head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;With my road rage, I need quality tires. Just this morning, I peeled out, squealed the tires and almost flipped the car and that was with in two blocks of the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;**side note to the bastard who would NOT scoot his car 4 inches up so I could fit by him and make it into the turning lane -  I sat and watched the turn light change to green and then had to sit and wait...and wait... and give the death stare to you, bastard man, in your side mirror... proceed to throwing hands up, yelling and eventual getting to move forward. I had no choice but to then drive like an asshole to make up for 30 seconds of travel time lost. I HATE YOU! I NEARLY DIED AND IT WOULD HAVE BEEN YOUR FAULT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;So, I will leave work right after school tomorrow and head to discount tire. Pay $500 + for new tires, but I will not agree with the process.  Until this world changes into a place where things "make sense," people will continue to participate in this sham not because we support the issue, but because we have no choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;FYI The only other thing that I feel should be on the list of items I feel we shouldn't honestly have to pay for: Tampons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-116304433452341860?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116304433452341860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=116304433452341860' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/116304433452341860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/116304433452341860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/life-should-include-somethings.html' title='Life should include somethings'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-116295195310010400</id><published>2006-11-07T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T07:17:27.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I know I'm a jerk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I buy "special" treats for my dogs every once in a while. Then I hold them for days. Waiting for that "perfect" time to give it to them. Waiting... and waiting... until they will appreciate it the most. I don't like to give them their "special" treats when I'm not around because I want to watch them enjoy it and make it known that I am the reason they get to enjoy this precious sizzlin' bacon flavored goodness. I talk to them while they eat these treats, half expecting them to turn around and say "Damn, Jennifer, this is one great treat! It really does taste like bacon! Thanks so much!" But alas, they don't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So, their special treats this time were these bones with a handle that makes it easier for the dogs to chew on. SWEAR TO GOD! It's got a footrest on it that props it right up to their little (ok not so little) puppy snouts. AJ has had these before and loves them, but this is Kirby's first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Here's where crazy kicks in. I bought them on Saturday. It is now Tuesday evening and the dogs just got them. It isn't like these things are rare. I got them from HEB and they have them at Wal-Mart (though they are $2 cheaper at HEB). But, I wanted to wait until I charged my camera battery so I could photograph Kirby eating his first ever foot rest treat.  Sadly, I never charged the camera and I realized I was going insane so I broke down and let the dogs have them. But not so easily. I talked to them about the treats for a good five minutes. Then cut a tiny hole in the package and waved the bacon-y scent in their faces for a couple more minutes, until they each had a nice long cord of drool coming out of each corner of their mouths. Finally, sweet relief.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;three minutes later, AJ's is gone and now he's trying to kill Kirby to get his bone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;brats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;moral of the story: They are f-ing dog bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-116295195310010400?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116295195310010400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=116295195310010400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/116295195310010400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/116295195310010400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-i-know-im-jerk.html' title='How I know I&apos;m a jerk'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-116248967204698511</id><published>2006-11-02T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T07:17:27.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life's not complete without puppy pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/320/sad%20aj.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/kirby%20paw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/320/kirby%20paw.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/da%20boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/320/da%20boys.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-116248967204698511?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116248967204698511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=116248967204698511' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/116248967204698511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/116248967204698511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/lifes-not-complete-without-puppy-pics.html' title='life&apos;s not complete without puppy pics'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-116248792612205681</id><published>2006-11-02T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T07:17:27.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I realize that the color of font I used previously is awful. I will not use it again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is my promise to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-116248792612205681?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116248792612205681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=116248792612205681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/116248792612205681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/116248792612205681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37015849.post-116248749392663435</id><published>2006-11-02T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T07:17:27.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ok well everyone and their mother has a blog, but not me. I'm a follower. This is how I got seriously addicted to myspace. Everyone else is doing it, why shouldn't I? You (meaning "everyone else") little punks should definitely NOT start shooting up heroine... cause I bet you can all tell where I'd end up in a couple of months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The real reason for starting this is because I am bored out of my mind. I haven't been to school in 2 days. Yesterday I was sick and today, I assumed I would still be sick. Luckily I've gone 21 hours with out vomiting mmm.... way to gross out people on your first blog entry. Good job! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;We had teacher in-service on Monday and Tuesday and now I've been out for 2 days. I haven't seen my kids in a week! Yikes! Lord knows what sort of impact that will have on their poor little decrepid souls. Surely it will be devistating. Hopefully they won't be scarred for life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I mean, I'm a humble person and all *ha* but when I told the kids I would be leaving one afternoon for a dr. appt. They started crying. Ok so one of them started crying, but still... once one of them starts... they ALL start... just like with myspace and blogging.... and heroine. YIKES! I'd better get back to school ASAP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37015849-116248749392663435?l=kruparocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116248749392663435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37015849&amp;postID=116248749392663435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/116248749392663435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37015849/posts/default/116248749392663435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kruparocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/left-out.html' title='Left out'/><author><name>jmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404389281962169769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3067/4149/1600/sad%20aj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
