<?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-5610908</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:15:41.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day in the life of Gary O</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;A HREF="http://www.avonwalk.org/site/TR?pg=personal&amp;fr_id=1043&amp;px=1279097&amp;s_tafId=1094&amp;s_oo=_h9eXu597T-PLhYs3lnipg.."&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://img13.photobucket.com/albums/v39/Garyo/Avon_walk_banner.gif"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>153</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-113493411602523201</id><published>2005-12-18T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T14:28:36.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>December 18th, 1991, a cold late fall morning. just like you would expect, just like the ones that came before and the ones to follow.  It was going to be a great day for me.  I was part of my schools Moot court team, and we had finished first in the preliminary rounds of the city wide competition and finished top 2 overall.  Rogers &amp; Wells, the law firm that sponsored us and helped prepare us </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/113493411602523201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/113493411602523201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113493411602523201' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-111771987390285300</id><published>2005-06-02T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T08:44:33.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just a random thought to let everyone know I'm aliveWho knew the taste of Sour Cream and Onion could be so erotic?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/111771987390285300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/111771987390285300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111771987390285300' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-111064410502737053</id><published>2005-03-12T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T11:15:05.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday to meI don't know, I seem to be having a lot of views lately, so I figure I should say something.I'm having an interesting birthday week.  On Wednesday night I had my party at Red Rock.  I had just as many people no show as who turned out, but I had a great time anyway.  As usual, Alicia and Erin made the night interesting.  Besides the nice gift they gave me, Alicia baked me a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/111064410502737053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/111064410502737053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111064410502737053' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-110914214412552298</id><published>2005-02-23T02:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T02:02:24.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photobucket</title><summary type='text'>This is a test post from Photobucket.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/110914214412552298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/110914214412552298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110914214412552298' title='Photobucket'/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-110856990816733189</id><published>2005-02-16T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T11:05:08.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The end is nearThat's right, on March 10th, my last claims to youth will be completely behind me (except for the action figures on my desk, and cartoon characters on my underwear)  I'll be turning 30 on that day.  So of course, I'm going to put up a fight.  My last stand will be on Wednesday, March 9th, at Red Rock West  I refuse to go quietly into the night.  I will hopefully be surrounded by a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/110856990816733189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/110856990816733189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110856990816733189' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-110792390099032638</id><published>2005-02-08T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T23:38:20.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've given up on the internetI've just been really bored for the last week, so I've been spending a lot of time in Yahoo chat, just because I can only take so much of the Food Network.  So on Saturday night, I get this woman writing to me out of nowhere.  She's from Alabama, in NY for business, and when I said I was from the city she decided to talk to me to possibly meet up.  That may have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/110792390099032638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/110792390099032638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110792390099032638' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-110649685208929042</id><published>2005-01-23T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T11:14:12.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guess who's back, back again..,Well, I'm guessing it's time for me to give everyone a bit of an update.In the middle of December, I crashed my Old Companies Christmas party.  I had told Cynthia, the receptionist and my best office buddy, that I was coming down, and she mentioned it to our department head and he had no problem with it.  But I didn't care anyway.  When I went there it was weird</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/110649685208929042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/110649685208929042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110649685208929042' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-110333321464091489</id><published>2004-12-17T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T20:26:54.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quick UpdateI'm hanging in there, no job prospects yet, and I'm getting really tired of my family taking such an interest in my life.Somebody save me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/110333321464091489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/110333321464091489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110333321464091489' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-110098019927654319</id><published>2004-11-20T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T14:49:59.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FOUR MORE YEARS!!! FOUR MORE YEARS!!!Just a check in for those of you worried about me:On Friday, November 5th, at 4:50 P.M, I was called into an executives office at my company and told because they needed to cut overhead I was being let go.  At 4:55 I emailed a friend to let them know it happened and then went to the production room to get a paper box to put all of my personal items in.  At</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/110098019927654319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/110098019927654319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110098019927654319' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-109959604543302171</id><published>2004-11-04T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T14:20:45.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just because Jaden told me to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/109959604543302171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/109959604543302171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109959604543302171' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-109898529537472973</id><published>2004-10-28T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T12:41:35.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Congratulations to the Red SoxThey deserved it this year and it's a great accomplishment.  But let me say something to the Red Sox fans who I think all suck dick.  Just because you won this year, it doesn't erase the 86 years you guys couldn't accomplish dick.  And to those people who were carrying around the "Bill Buckner you're forgiven" sign, you look like jack asses.  Lets just say that for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/109898529537472973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/109898529537472973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109898529537472973' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-109847953778054459</id><published>2004-10-22T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T16:12:17.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Victoria Snelgrove, an Emerson College student, appears in this undated family photo. Snelgrove, 21, died Thursday, Oct. 20, 2004, of a head injury suffered in a clash between police officers and a crowd of Red Sox fans who poured into the streets outside Fenway Park to celebrate their team's victory over the New York Yankees. (AP Photo/Family Photo) This is why Boston can't have nice things</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/109847953778054459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/109847953778054459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109847953778054459' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-109838291848167241</id><published>2004-10-21T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T15:45:27.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yankee CrankyLast night I went over to Red Rock to watch Game 7 of the Yankee/red sox ALCS.  That game should have never happened.  The yankees should have had it finished by game 5.  Game 6 the latest.  The second it even got up to game 7 we should have been worried.  I guess Damon was just saving his energy for the clutch game.  But whatever, by the time the 7th inning came around I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/109838291848167241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/109838291848167241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109838291848167241' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-109779016890997781</id><published>2004-10-14T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T16:42:48.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My life hasn't been boring lately, I just don't have the time to yet.Things are about to change</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/109779016890997781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/109779016890997781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109779016890997781' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-109716891224090596</id><published>2004-10-07T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T12:08:32.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So where's my mini-me?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/109716891224090596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/109716891224090596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109716891224090596' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-109579017004529084</id><published>2004-09-21T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T13:09:30.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A post with some good newsFirst, I had my dodgeball tournament on Sunday and it was a mixed bag.  Yes I wanted 16 teams and only signed up 12 teams, and then only had 10 teams show up, but everyone who did show up had a really good time.  And the S.O.B's (Me, my sisters, and their significant others) had a really exciting match against the Bartenders of Red Rock West.  Of course we kicked their</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/109579017004529084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/109579017004529084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109579017004529084' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-109476270085022240</id><published>2004-09-09T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T15:45:00.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I NEED MORE TEAMSIf you were debating about playing in my Dodgeball Tournament, or know someone who would like to play, please act on it now.  I'm 9 days away and I'm really desperate because I have at most 10 teams right now and I need another 6.So please help me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/109476270085022240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/109476270085022240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109476270085022240' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-109459650584620196</id><published>2004-09-07T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T17:35:05.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm just waiting for any signs of my former readership before I jump into anymore stories, so if you're out there please let me know.This weekend sucked.  After finishing Jury Duty and then playing catch up at work for a week, I was ready just to lay around my apartment, watching movies and cleaning up a bit.  My mother felt that this was the wrong way to celebrate labor day and felt that it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/109459650584620196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/109459650584620196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109459650584620196' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-109370628178691421</id><published>2004-08-28T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T10:18:01.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And now we return with yet another public service announcement from your friendly neighborhood racistYou know, Kunta, I understand that being asked to be on a Grand Jury panel was hard for you to stomach.  But Tyrone, it's part of being a member of this great country, which allows you to run around screaming your "black power" propaganda.  So, Malik, when we sit there and have evidence </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/109370628178691421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/109370628178691421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109370628178691421' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-109356004722590146</id><published>2004-08-26T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T17:40:47.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have one day left of Jury DutyI hate these peopleI hate this cityI'll be back online on Monday.And my Dodgeball tournament and Afterparty are picking up steam.  Go look at the Red Rock events page to get an idea of what they have in store.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/109356004722590146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/109356004722590146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109356004722590146' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-109217572206312394</id><published>2004-08-10T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T17:08:42.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know I haven't been around in a while, but that's all because I'm stuck on Grand Jury Duty for the next month and will not have internet access except sparingly on tuesdays.  There's only one story left worth telling from Vegas anyway, so I'll tell that soon.But all I want to mention now is my Bruise and Booze for Boobs event on September 19th to raise money for my Avon Walk for Breast Cancer</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/109217572206312394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/109217572206312394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109217572206312394' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-109086629027234283</id><published>2004-07-26T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T13:24:50.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More to come soon, I just have no time to post.And anyone who reads my blog and has a site of their own, I would appreciate if you could either put up the banner I have up top, or just put a link mentioning the address.  I need to raise $1580 by the middle of september and it's looking really hard.  So I'd REALLY appreciate it.or if you want to just give an address, you can send them to : </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/109086629027234283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/109086629027234283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109086629027234283' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108998618298137137</id><published>2004-07-16T08:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T08:56:22.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to the WWE Raw Diva Search at the Beacon theater last night.  They must have been expecting a much larger crowd to book the Beacon, but they didn't even fill the floor level.   But anyway, knowing the way Vince McMahon does buisness, you never know what he may have asked these 28 women to do.  It came down to basically a beauty pageant that they would narrow the 28 down to ten.  There were</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108998618298137137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108998618298137137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108998618298137137' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108992520870228881</id><published>2004-07-15T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T16:00:08.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My mission on the Sunday of the trip was to see most of the southern end of the strip, so me and my mother hopped on the bus and made our way down to Mandalay Bay.  On the flight down we saw a special on the Travel Channel (Thank you Jet Blue and Direct TV) on the best pools in Las Vegas, and it was selected as number one because they had built a full beach around a giant pool that featured a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108992520870228881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108992520870228881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108992520870228881' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108940828417956178</id><published>2004-07-09T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T16:24:44.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My name is Gary O, and I have a Hairy back.Okay, it’s not the whole back that is hairy, but it is pretty thick across my shoulders.  That’s why I bought myself some Nair for men before I went to Vegas.  My plan was to have my mother to Nair my shoulders the night before so I would be ready to go for the trip.  But with the way everything went on Friday night, was it any surprise that I didn’t </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108940828417956178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108940828417956178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108940828417956178' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108913502785881670</id><published>2004-07-06T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T12:30:27.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We interrupt your regularly scheduled Vegas Vacation Recap for a report on my Independence day weekend story, otherwise known as:Karma is just 18 inches awayThe story starts out slow, I saw Shrek 2 at New Roc City in New Rochelle Saturday morning while I was waiting for my brother in law to pick me up and I was really pleased with it.  More for the little jokes and subtle things then anything </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108913502785881670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108913502785881670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108913502785881670' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108871880244334675</id><published>2004-07-01T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T16:53:22.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How do you dry clean a bull? So after I pulled my mother away from the slots at the airport where she lost $20 pretty quickly, got out of the airport pretty easily.  Our bags were the first off of the conveyer belt, we got right on the shuttle outside, and 15 minutes later, we were being dropped off at the Treasure Island.  The Treasure Island is a nice place, but they are trying to give up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108871880244334675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108871880244334675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108871880244334675' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108846233554645262</id><published>2004-06-28T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T17:38:55.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And so it beginsMy trip to Vegas was all because of one thing.  My mother’s 60th birthday was this past January, and as early as March 2003, I was trying to plan a family vacation.  At first it was just going to be my mother, my sisters, and the kids.  But then my aunts heard about our plans and wanted in.  At one point it was up to about 15 people going.  At this point my mother found out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108846233554645262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108846233554645262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108846233554645262' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108819727801955776</id><published>2004-06-25T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T16:01:18.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back home safe and soundGot home all in one piece, and will start the recap on monday after I've caught up with my work.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108819727801955776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108819727801955776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108819727801955776' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108759353408283309</id><published>2004-06-18T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T16:18:54.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vegas baby, VEGAS!!!Well, at 7 AM tomorrow morning I'll be getting on Jet Blue to go to Las Vegas for 5 days and I can't wait.  I haven't been on a vacation for 3 years and God Damn it I desrve one.  So I just wanted to say good bye and let you know these things you have to look forward to upon my returnRecap of what happened in Las VegasMore on Gloria VelezParis HiltonSo I'll See You </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108759353408283309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108759353408283309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108759353408283309' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108722916036955537</id><published>2004-06-14T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T11:06:00.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Olson Twins turned 18 yesterday, but they've been old news for a while, especialy with the over exposure associated with New York Minute, and with Lindsey Lohan just a few weeks from being 18, I've already moved on.  Emma Watts(Hermonie of Harry Potter) is the new Jail bait to keep track of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108722916036955537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108722916036955537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108722916036955537' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108698801404261060</id><published>2004-06-11T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T16:06:54.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quick update for the week:Went to Great Adventures with the family and my niece's friend.  Sister was supposed to pick me up at 8, didn't get there until 11:30.  Did the safari when we got there and ended up next to Victoria, my niece's friend.  She proceeded to go "La la la" in my ear for the next hour.  I told her if she were a blood relative I would have smacked her silly at that point.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108698801404261060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108698801404261060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108698801404261060' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108648267814676571</id><published>2004-06-05T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T08:31:23.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Unlucky Guy 2: Electric BoogalooEDIT:This was written on Saturday night at about 8:20. I somehow hit draft instead of post, so here it is now.  You amy all point and laugh at this time.Well, what a difference 24 hours makes.  Remember yesterday when I was all excited because my couch was coming, and then I was going to go on a bus trip to a wrestling show in Jersey?  Well, there are some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108648267814676571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108648267814676571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108648267814676571' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108636685658327752</id><published>2004-06-04T11:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T11:40:24.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not much going on with me, I have a fairly busy weekend planned just because of the timing of stuff.  Tomorrow I'm having a couch delivered.  The only problem with that is that they gave me a window from 2 to 6, and I'm supposed to be in front of the Manhattan Center at 6:15 tomorrow to catch a bus to the Jersey All Pro wrestling show.  Why do delivery guys always make it so complicated?  And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108636685658327752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108636685658327752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108636685658327752' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108621581138873518</id><published>2004-06-02T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T17:36:51.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Really busy TuesdayThere isn’t much to say about the weekend.  I went out to my aunt’s house in the Hamptons, spent way to much time with my family, ate way too much barbeque, got home about 1 on Monday afternoon, slept and watched TV the rest of the day.  That about covers everything for this weekend.Yesterday was another busy day at work.  One of the administrative staff was out since </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108621581138873518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108621581138873518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108621581138873518' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108575790130884692</id><published>2004-05-28T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T15:29:10.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A three hour tour; a three hour tourI went on a Booze Cruise hosted by the New York City Bartenders and Patrons  Message Board.   Why, you may ask, would a person who could nurse the same bottle of beer for 2 hours pay $20 to get on a boat for 3 hours a big group of drunken people?  The same as the Drunken People.  Timmy and Carmit.  It was a good time, in spite of the rough seas for a little</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108575790130884692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108575790130884692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108575790130884692' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108561983513458614</id><published>2004-05-26T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T20:03:55.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My weekend update on Wednesday nightI've been busy with work, and they're trying to crack down on internet usage, so the only chance I had to do an update this week was after I went to the gym and had to drop off something back at the office.  So I hope you can all deal.Last Friday night I went to see a U2 tribute band at the Hard Rock.  If that doesn't sound cool enough, they were sandwiched</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108561983513458614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108561983513458614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108561983513458614' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108517749715386706</id><published>2004-05-21T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T17:11:37.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Public Service Announcement from your friendly neighborhood assholeYou know, Pedro, I understand that you’re a busy man.  Since you were in the same Laundromat as me in that neighborhood in those beat up sweat pants, it’s obvious that you are a high level executive who you and your wife can only do your laundry at 11 in the night.  Am I right, José?  So, Enrique, it makes good sense that you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108517749715386706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108517749715386706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108517749715386706' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108491585138583956</id><published>2004-05-18T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T16:30:51.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And for anyone who cares, I put on the Pedometer today at about 7:45 this morning, and as of 5:28 P.M., I have taken 7907 steps.  The little pamphlet that came with it said that 2000 steps equals 1 mile, so I've done near 4 miles of walking in a regular day of work, and that's not going to count my trip to Red Rocks West tonight for Mary's first night and Mellanies birthday shindig.  So I'll let </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108491585138583956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108491585138583956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108491585138583956' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108490096744209807</id><published>2004-05-18T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T12:22:47.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ronald McDonald can kiss my assYesterday as I was walking to work, I saw the sign in the McDonald's window for the Fiesta salad in the Adult Happy Meal.This interested me, especially since it was offered with a Pedometer to measure the number of steps you take in a day.*shown almost actual sizeSo I get the salad, and it's just a big scoop of "seasoned meat" on a pile of lettuce, with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108490096744209807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108490096744209807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108490096744209807' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108481289946069609</id><published>2004-05-17T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T11:54:59.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not the weekend I was expectingSo I came into this weekend expecting to do 2 things: Saturday I was thinking of going to see my friend’s band Crankcase somewhere in New Jersey at night after doing my laundry all day, and Sunday I was going to go to the Hoboken Arts and musical festival also in NJ.  But everything got switched up for the better.Saturday morning, as I was sorting my whites and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108481289946069609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108481289946069609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108481289946069609' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108455301428781815</id><published>2004-05-14T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T11:43:34.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can appreciate my personal trainer having a bad day.  I can even accept that she'll be a little harder on me because I'm the last person of the day and she's tired and cranky.  But does she have to stand there with a big shit eating grin on her face as I'm trying to not fall of the apparatus after a hard hour workout and keep up?  Or the pissed off look on her face when I can do a higher weight</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108455301428781815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108455301428781815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108455301428781815' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108448835506255641</id><published>2004-05-13T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T17:45:55.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There ain’t no kind of party like a Red Rocks partyAfter the total disappointment of dealing with my grandmother and missing a record release party at the bitter end on tuesday, I decided I deserved to reward myself for working my ass off the last two weeks by going  to  Red Rocks West last night.  I read on     Tracy’s Blog that they would be having interviews/auditions for new girls and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108448835506255641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108448835506255641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108448835506255641' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108439366073591111</id><published>2004-05-12T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T15:27:40.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Only the good die youngYesterday after work, one of my co-worker's nieces was having a record release party uptown and I really wanted to go, but being the good grandson that I am, I had already agreed on Sunday to pick up a package that my grandmother needed to be brought to the post office.  So as I was getting ready to head out of the office to go to her house, I decided to call to make sure</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108439366073591111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108439366073591111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108439366073591111' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108422504614976948</id><published>2004-05-10T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T16:50:11.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What I have been up to since I last postedWent to a Cinco de Mayo party that a co-worker won at a bar, met his large friend who over the course of the night got shit faced, hit on a few of my male co-workers, and while eating at Jimmy's Bait Shack, stared me down drunkenly and threatened to kick my ass. I don't know what I was more offended by, the fact that he picked me to be the one whose </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108422504614976948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108422504614976948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108422504614976948' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108368575992509773</id><published>2004-05-04T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T10:52:01.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Hate the InternetOr more specifically, I hate the computer savvy pricks on the internet who know how to do the code and program these adwares and spywares.  It is so fucking annoying. In the 10 years that I have been an active internet user, I never dealt with this bullshit, but near the end of last week it started showing up.  It all started with some pop-ups.  This isn't unusual online, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108368575992509773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108368575992509773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108368575992509773' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108368568386612277</id><published>2004-05-04T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T10:57:59.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Since my crappy computer posted the above rant twice, I decided to change this oneI really have nothing else to say, but if anyone in my links ---&gt; Over there have any banners or mini tags for me to put instead of text just let me know.  And I'll probably throw a link over there for Tracy and her blog when I'm not so pissed at this machine sitting in front of me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108368568386612277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108368568386612277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108368568386612277' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108361487866884842</id><published>2004-05-03T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T15:13:49.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another Blog to look atThis, is Tracy:This, is also Tracy:Why am I showing you this?  Well first, it's to distract you from the fact that I haven't posted in a while and I really don't have anything to say.  The second is that she is a bartender at Red Rocks West, the funnest bar in the city.  I used to go there alot about 5 years ago when my dominatrix friend Spike wanted me to hang out</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108361487866884842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108361487866884842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108361487866884842' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108309405935147968</id><published>2004-04-27T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T14:30:43.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Best Blog EverVH1 has a blog that goes along with it's really funny ass showBest Week Ever.  If you think being nostalgic for the 70's and 80's is just too much effort, why not nostalgia for the week that just ended?Try it, won't you?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108309405935147968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108309405935147968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108309405935147968' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108307744911990191</id><published>2004-04-27T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T09:56:21.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What people have searched to get to this site IVaka: I &lt;3 Gloria VelezI'm not doing the whole list of what people have searched to get here, if you want to see that, go here.  But it is insane the number of people who have come here for Gloria Velez.  That's why I'm going to say Gloria Velez's name as much as I can, because the more times I say Gloria Velez, the search engines will give me more</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108307744911990191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108307744911990191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108307744911990191' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108300836612040672</id><published>2004-04-26T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T14:42:29.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ALL of my plans fell through for this weekend, so I had a whole lot of nothing going on, so I sat around, watched some TV and DVD's and cooked a bit.As far as TV goes, I was flipping around, and on MTV2 I came across a special called Video Honeys, featuring women who started out as Rapper eye candy but are trying to become performers themselves.  The only reason I stopped on this show was that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108300836612040672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108300836612040672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108300836612040672' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108274158272097194</id><published>2004-04-23T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T13:15:19.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the newsAll news and photos courtesy of the Associated PressN. Miami Police Drop Swimming RequirementNORTH MIAMI, Fla. (AP) -- The police department in this seaside town has dropped its swimming requirement for new officers - in part, to recruit more blacks to the force.North Miami officials said knowing how to swim is not really necessary. And they said the requirement has discouraged </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108274158272097194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108274158272097194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108274158272097194' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108274108692925157</id><published>2004-04-23T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T14:45:24.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Members of the Radio City Rockettes wear Boston Red Sox shirts as they make their famous leg kicks Wednesday, April 14, 2004, at The Wang Theatre in Boston to promote their Christmas Spectacular show at the Wang from Dec. 2 to the 31st of 2004. (AP Photo/Josh Reynolds)I'm sorry, but aren't the RADIO CITY Rockettes associated with RADIO CITY MUSIC HALL, in NEW YORK CITY?This is just wrong, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108274108692925157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108274108692925157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108274108692925157' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108274081357281399</id><published>2004-04-23T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T13:13:56.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gay Lovers Climb Tree, Then Have SexMaybe the 17 year old's parents were afraid that he wasn't mature or responsible enough to handle a relationship with a 32 year old man.  But you sure proved them wrong by having sex in public in a tree for 4 hours and then getting arrested.  Hey old dude, if you want to have sex with young men you should do what all other old perverts do; join the priesthood.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108274081357281399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108274081357281399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108274081357281399' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108274041395871462</id><published>2004-04-23T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T12:16:34.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Newman Urges Princeton End Drinking DayI feel for the guy, but since it's an unsanctioned event, what can he really do?  But lets all just consider ourselves lucky that these kids didn't hear Rosie O'donnels minutes in an hour/Twinkies at a 7/11 theory.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108274041395871462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108274041395871462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108274041395871462' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108256115677009786</id><published>2004-04-21T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T16:05:49.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They wouldn't let poor Gary join in their Administrative assistant gamesAs some of you may know, today is Secretary's day.  And in our progressive Politically Correct days, it is no longer Secretary's day, but Administrative assistant day.  And it has been pointed out that even though my title is "Office Technician", I am an administrative assistant.  And yes, I have been wished a happy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108256115677009786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108256115677009786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108256115677009786' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-10825583175060158</id><published>2004-04-21T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T10:35:30.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to see Metallica and Godsmack yesterday at the Nassau Coliseum. Godsmack is one of those groups that I knew a lot of their songs but never knew it was theirs and I enjoyed their set. This is my 3rd time seeing Metallica, and they were good. It was a theater in the round, and the whole thing shifted 1/16th between each song so each side could get a similar view. Played the old shit, played </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/10825583175060158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/10825583175060158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#10825583175060158' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108214351938651496</id><published>2004-04-16T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T14:28:14.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have only received $220 in donations for my Avon walk for breast cancer, I need to raise $1800.  Does anyone have any suggestions on how I can raise some money?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108214351938651496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108214351938651496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108214351938651496' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108204988468486120</id><published>2004-04-15T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T15:10:48.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another one bites the dustAnother friend was just laid off.  I'm starting to see how the Red Sox fans feel, you know, except for the bad hygiene and total lack of self respect.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108204988468486120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108204988468486120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108204988468486120' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108203940966414657</id><published>2004-04-15T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T09:33:01.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I see no one likes it when I talk about what's in the news, or give links to pictures of hot chicks.  So I've heard you loud and clear.I promise to get back to bitching about the little things in life as soon as something happens.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108203940966414657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108203940966414657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108203940966414657' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108187808322299330</id><published>2004-04-13T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T12:46:53.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the NewsWhen you are trying to break into the music industry, you hire a promoter to get your name in the media and get everyone familiar with your product. Gloria Velez's people have her name all over the place, but they were a little more concerned with their own product:4 men accused of bringing cocaine east in fancy cars, rapper's RV            By JIM FITZGERALDAssociated Press </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108187808322299330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108187808322299330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108187808322299330' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108154170270377725</id><published>2004-04-09T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T15:18:39.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is one year since my dad diedFor anyone who cares, I kept a running record of what I was going through here. (For those who need to know, I'm Hosp).  1 year later, my life has changed a lot.I miss my dad more then I expected.  We used to spend 1 day together each weekend, usually going to the movies and getting something to eat.   It doesn't sound like much, but I always looked forward </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108154170270377725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108154170270377725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108154170270377725' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108135089607730229</id><published>2004-04-07T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T10:17:40.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is one year since the last time I saw my father alive.  I feel very weird about it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108135089607730229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108135089607730229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108135089607730229' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108129088619834982</id><published>2004-04-06T17:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T10:17:05.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Over the weekend that I was avoiding the internet, I really had very little going on.After work on Friday I went to the gym (That still seems strange for me to say) and I watched an abs class.  Having had an umbillical hernia operation not even 2 ½ years ago, I just wanted to see if there was anything in the class that would be a challenge for me.  This only provided 2 problems for me.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108129088619834982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108129088619834982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108129088619834982' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108117231587337798</id><published>2004-04-05T08:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T08:41:17.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anyone can do an April Fool's Joke that last a day, it takes real skill to do one that lasts for 5.  I'm sorry to anyone who may have fallen for it (There were a few of you to either call or email, so I know I got you), and the hardest part was avoiding saying anything online or visiting people's blogs who know how to check IP addresses.So yes, I'm still working in this hell hole.  And tell </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108117231587337798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108117231587337798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108117231587337798' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108085427857313404</id><published>2004-04-01T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T16:31:46.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maybe it was a self fulfilling prophecy, but I was just laid off. I didn't know the president of the company was here and he and his yes men walked by my cubicle as I was commenting on someone's blog.  They thought I was AIMing, brought me into my manager's office and told me I've been caught too many times with AIM on and even after I was warned I had it on earlier this week.  ANd I'm not as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108085427857313404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108085427857313404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108085427857313404' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108077240662734546</id><published>2004-03-31T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T17:36:03.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For any WWF fans from the late 80's, you without question remember the infamous Ted DiBiase Basketball incedent.  This week on  Wrestlecrap, they have a great recap.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108077240662734546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108077240662734546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108077240662734546' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108075044394284809</id><published>2004-03-31T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T11:30:00.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Picking my next book to readAfter having read the Lord of the RIngs Trilogy in 7weeks, I decided I needed some time off before I jumped into the next thing I read, and I'm looking for your help in picking the next thing I read.Right now I'm thinking of reading THe Stand by Stephen King.  I just saw it in the bookstore, and the Uncut version is 1135 pages.  I saw the mini-series and I've read </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108075044394284809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108075044394284809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108075044394284809' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108074398243154597</id><published>2004-03-31T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T09:42:19.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just because I take care of my people...The Diva Loves her Job</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108074398243154597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108074398243154597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108074398243154597' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108068265623792751</id><published>2004-03-30T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T16:40:12.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think my blog is cursed.Just not for me.  It's weird but so far 3 people I have put in my links have lost their jobs.It all started with Stephanie.  She was an editor that worked with my company.  We chit chatted anytime I had to use the copier or scanner and I walked over to her area.  Very sweet and very funny.  At our office christmas party we got to talking and I found out that when she</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108068265623792751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108068265623792751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108068265623792751' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108050381521259296</id><published>2004-03-28T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T15:00:40.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It didn't look like that going downMy nephew just threw up his pancake breakfast all over the minivan so our trip into the city has been canceled.  So while my bro-in-law started to clean everything up, I get to fix up the computer they just put in my niece and nephews room.  And of course I can't do any kind of work without being online so here I am blogging.Man, that stuff smelled nasty and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108050381521259296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108050381521259296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108050381521259296' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108032794804749011</id><published>2004-03-26T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T14:08:20.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. I'd have to call my "Six Degrees" experiment a success.  All of the blogs I visited were interesting, and all of the ladies who have come over to check out my blog are a lot of fun.  I hope they keep coming around, and I plan on checking up on all of their sites.   And when these posts drop off the front page, I'll probably give them a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108032794804749011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108032794804749011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108032794804749011' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108023629823502028</id><published>2004-03-25T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T12:40:49.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Six Degrees of a Blogger NationSince I'm bored, and I can't think of anything new to write, I decided to start Six Degrees of a Blogger Nation, loosely based on the game Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon, which is solely based on Six Degrees of Separation in name alone.  What I mean is start out on your own blog (or mine if you like), and click on someone's blog who you don't know, or the person you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108023629823502028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108023629823502028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108023629823502028' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-108015608955416359</id><published>2004-03-24T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T14:23:59.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Am I wrong?Today while walking thru Battery Park, I saw an African American Gentlemam in a beautiful suit drinking a grape soda while eating fried chicken and I couldn't help but softly chuckle to myself.Am I wrong?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108015608955416359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/108015608955416359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108015608955416359' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-107955985662906494</id><published>2004-03-17T16:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T16:46:39.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where have I been?I’m glad you asked.My company moved out of it’s old office by Wall Street on the 5th.  So that required me, being the loyal employee that I am (and my boss telling me I had to do it) to work From Monday the 1st  all the way through Tuesday the 9th for 10 hours each day.  It sucked because besides my normal responsibilities, I had to make sure everyone else was packing and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107955985662906494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107955985662906494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107955985662906494' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-107826911431634658</id><published>2004-03-02T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T18:14:02.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From a commentery on Pro Wrestler Lance storm's  websiteI guess what I'm trying to say is that the world needs to lighten up. We take offence so easily and have lost our ability to be confident in ourselves and ignore what others think. What happen to, "sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me." Not to mention the whole "free speech" thing. I can't believe that the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107826911431634658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107826911431634658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107826911431634658' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-107826619730004739</id><published>2004-03-02T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T17:25:25.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Give until it hurts or I'll hurt you until you give.So all of the information is there for you to start contributing for my Avon walk for Breast Cancer.  And for anyone giving a gift of $50 or more and wants it, I'll give you an personalized autographed slick from "The Unlucky Guy"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107826619730004739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107826619730004739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107826619730004739' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-107782065421771777</id><published>2004-02-26T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T13:44:19.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What people have searched to get to my blog IIIstilettos nanuet  /26.09 / 12  umbillical hernia / 10.87/  5  stilettos in nanuet/  6.52  /3  umbillical hernias/  4.35/  2  bacardi and diet cola/  4.35/  2  just another day dvd -muziek -park -die/  2.17/  1  177ceb92b85703e112d07d4dfc10164885060e3ba956d05ac203b263c0570005/  2.17/  1  while massaging my aunt%27s legs/  2.17/  1  adult </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107782065421771777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107782065421771777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107782065421771777' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-107774543149847701</id><published>2004-02-25T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T16:48:14.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My conjugal visit for some intellectual intercourse So a complaint about me using the internet too much at work has made it all the way to the company big wigs because in an email about signing people up for physicals I made an Olivia Newton John joke and said how it was time to hit Amazon.com if you were offended so you can get some new music to listen to.  So I'm on super limited access for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107774543149847701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107774543149847701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107774543149847701' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-107713255679835155</id><published>2004-02-18T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T14:31:45.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Valentines Day... yeah...So I did my laundry on Friday night to keep my weekend free for all of the fun I was going to have.I got up early on Saturday morning, and watched The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers: Extended edition on DVD.  Not knowing that it was almost 4 hours.  The point was that, as I stated before, I wanted to see Return of the King in the theater, and if I did I had to do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107713255679835155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107713255679835155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107713255679835155' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-107668905425387616</id><published>2004-02-13T11:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T11:20:27.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Valentine's Day PlansBeing a single loser on valentine's day, I really was making no plans.  My big plans were to do my laundry in the morning, go see Return of the king in the afternoon, and cuddle up to a container of no suger added chocolate ice cream for the rest of the day.But, my former coworker  Stephanie got in touch with me yesterday and invited me out to a get together of her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107668905425387616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107668905425387616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107668905425387616' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-107668861229238070</id><published>2004-02-13T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T11:12:02.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday the 13th, The Unlucky DayToday is my day, and I am proud to celebrate it.  And in honor of it, I'd like to announce that I found a couple of boxes of slides from The Unlucky Guy as I was unpacking some boxes at my place.  So as soon as I find a place with a Slide scanner I'll create an archive for everyone.And I'm debating getting myself a black cat and naming it Jinx.  Too Cheesy?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107668861229238070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107668861229238070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107668861229238070' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-107661708123137248</id><published>2004-02-12T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T15:19:50.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOTR ChallengeWell, I'm done with the books.  I wanted to do it in 6 weeks, but it took me 7 and a 1/2.  And I've only seen the first movie so far.  I tried to watch it twice after I got home from work and fell asleep both times, and the only time I made it all the way through was when I watched it when I first got up on a sunday.  The thing I noticed so far from just watching the first film is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107661708123137248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107661708123137248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107661708123137248' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-107651515887543740</id><published>2004-02-11T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T11:02:06.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Breast Are GoodEver since puberty, I have learned to love breast in all of their shapes and sizes.  They have brought me many hours of enjoyment and it's time that I show my appreciation.  So following Liz's lead, I signed up for the Avon walk for Breast Cancer.  I wanted to do it for a few years, but this year it seemed like the right time since I'll have someone to do it with.  My Grandmother</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107651515887543740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107651515887543740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107651515887543740' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-107645238982854072</id><published>2004-02-10T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T17:35:52.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Bacardi is a health drink?Last night I was watching Spike TV, and I saw some ads promoting Bacardi and Diet Cola. Allegedly that combination is 0 Carbs, 0 sugars, and only 66 calories. So there you go, all of you Alcoholics on Atkins or Drunken Diabetics. Drink up! Speaking of Diabetes, I went for a 2 month check up yesterday and my sugar is doing well. Also, some how over the Holidays up</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107645238982854072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107645238982854072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107645238982854072' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-107607883767551386</id><published>2004-02-06T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T09:49:00.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Following the packI need to put the states I've traveled to:create your own visited states mapBecause the countries I've visited isn't that impressive.create your own visited country map</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107607883767551386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107607883767551386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107607883767551386' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-107599427636143660</id><published>2004-02-05T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T10:19:38.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My job is depressing me.My family is driving me crazy.And I'm desperately lonely.Maybe it's just winter blues, but this all just sucks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107599427636143660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107599427636143660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107599427636143660' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-107524163315102814</id><published>2004-01-27T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T17:15:26.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One Crazy, Long, Interesting, WeekendSince Thursday I've been all over the place and going non-stop so I figured I'd tell you about it.On thursday, my office initiated a new online timesheet system.  And lucky me, I was made the point person.  Unfortunately, the day before during the orientation meeting I was pulled out to help someone put together their reports.  So to start everything off </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107524163315102814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107524163315102814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107524163315102814' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-107461089159260656</id><published>2004-01-20T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T10:02:57.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things people have searched to get to my blog IIKeyword /% of Visitors /Visitors umbillical hernia / 12.5  /2  italian christmas eve seafood  /6.25  /1  witty things for your website / 6.25 / 1  gary o%27/  6.25  /1  chia homer%2c blogspot  /6.25 / 1  whoring out my little sister/  6.25 / 1  umbillical hernias  /6.25 / 1  gary the tree guy / 6.25/  1  gary o  /6.25  /1  woochata  /</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107461089159260656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107461089159260656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107461089159260656' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-107461057084370704</id><published>2004-01-20T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T09:57:36.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, as a thank you for us working on Martin Luther King Day, the Executive in our office bought everyone a slice of pizza for lunch.  I see two problems with this:1)How is a $2.25 slice of pizza supposed to make up for 8 hours of paid time off?2)Shouldn't it have been fried chicken, cheetos, and grape soda?I'm kidding people.  There are some other stupid things people do when it came </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107461057084370704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107461057084370704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107461057084370704' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-107419834124049494</id><published>2004-01-15T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T15:30:08.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life is Good</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107419834124049494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107419834124049494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107419834124049494' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-107411510684709940</id><published>2004-01-14T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T16:19:47.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maybe some of you noticed I haven't been posting much since the new year, and that's for good reason.I got a new apartment.It took a bit to get, and like everything else my family made it more difficult.  My uncle's friend owns a couple of places around the Bronx, and one time my younger sister got hooked up with a place and bailed on him.  So the situation was already an uphill battle.  So </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107411510684709940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107411510684709940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107411510684709940' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-107410855206339782</id><published>2004-01-14T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T14:30:32.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw This on another site and decided to take part.  Why cant our nations security also be fun and educational?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107410855206339782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107410855206339782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107410855206339782' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-107340614126506828</id><published>2004-01-06T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T11:25:35.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My 2003 SummaryWhy be like everyone else and do this on New Year's Eve when you can do it a week later and have the spotlight on you? Last year was a mixed bag for me. On the plus side I got a good job after being unemployed for the better part of 19 months, and I lost 25 pounds. On the absolutely horrible side, my father died in April on the day I scheduled the interview for the job, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107340614126506828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107340614126506828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107340614126506828' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-10724786519750395</id><published>2003-12-26T17:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T17:45:13.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I guess since everyone else is doing it, it’s my turn to do my Christmas Run Down.It’s all started on Christmas eve.  My family ahs the big Italian seafood dinner that night and I had to go from the Wall Street area up to the Westchester Square area of the Bronx.  So I left the office at about 3, and as I stepped out of my office building the sky opened up with the type of storm you expect </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/10724786519750395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/10724786519750395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#10724786519750395' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-107229593815619045</id><published>2003-12-24T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T14:59:57.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I give to you...The Chia Homer Project</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107229593815619045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107229593815619045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107229593815619045' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-107228229647633232</id><published>2003-12-24T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T11:12:35.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Merry Christmas People, have a happy and healthy.12 Days of Christmas Cost HOW Much?If you want to buy your true love a partridge in a pear tree, five gold rings, 12 drummers drumming, and all the other gifts recounted in the classic holiday song, "The Twelve Days of Christmas," open your wallet very wide. It's 19 percent more expensive to buy it this Christmas than it was last year, thanks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107228229647633232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107228229647633232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107228229647633232' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-107221643805063736</id><published>2003-12-23T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T17:06:05.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My LOTR ChallengeI have never read any of the Lord of the Rings books or seen the first 2 movies.  It's weird.  One of the people I didn't like when the movies started coming out was so looking forward to it, it kind of just turned me off. (Yeah, I'm petty, so what?)  But now I've been reading reviews for Return of the King that say it's the greatest movie of our time and I feel I'm missing out</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107221643805063736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107221643805063736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107221643805063736' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-107213508081814220</id><published>2003-12-22T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T18:18:58.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had an incredible weekend, started my Chia Homer, and all is right in the world.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107213508081814220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107213508081814220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107213508081814220' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610908.post-107177473827846479</id><published>2003-12-18T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T14:13:11.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>12 years ago today I broke my knee playing football setting in motion events that have greatly effected my life to this day.Okay, little bit depressed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107177473827846479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610908/posts/default/107177473827846479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gary-o.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107177473827846479' title=''/><author><name>Hosp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13280587559618848237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
