<?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-5806901</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:22:02.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rush Of Blood To The Head</title><subtitle type='html'> I was lying in a burned out basement With the full moon in my eyes. 
 I was hoping for replacement When the sun burst thru the sky. 
 There was a band playing in my head And I felt like getting high. 
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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>195</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5806901.post-113865075585664206</id><published>2006-01-30T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T14:52:35.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goodbye to A Rush Of Blood blog...we had a great time.Shan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/113865075585664206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/113865075585664206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113865075585664206' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-113864935650975902</id><published>2006-01-30T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T14:29:16.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/113864935650975902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/113864935650975902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113864935650975902' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-113805963232222151</id><published>2006-01-23T18:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T18:40:32.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okhere's my scoop.  it's been awhile.  leg's recovering, happy to be away from work, bored but in reality getting used to hanging out.  My excitement today comes from the fact that Coldplay is playing at the Junos in Halifax on my birthday weekend.  My cousin has confirmed that anyone who would like to attend can stay at her place.  So....that's all I got.  Thanks to all my friends.  Just wanted </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/113805963232222151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/113805963232222151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113805963232222151' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-113517408789311590</id><published>2005-12-21T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T09:08:07.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright.I am pissed off.  Actions have been taken.  I am not afraid of what you say.  Make a list...I really don't care.  You messed with the wrong girl.Shan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/113517408789311590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/113517408789311590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113517408789311590' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-113470557396649880</id><published>2005-12-15T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T22:59:33.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well I'm off to have my tibula broken in about 13 hours.  Check in is at 11am -- wish me luck :)  Visitors are always welcome :)Shan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/113470557396649880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/113470557396649880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113470557396649880' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-113422020483190320</id><published>2005-12-10T08:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T08:10:04.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOS ANGELES, California (AP) -- Matt Damon married girlfriend Luciana Bozan during a private ceremony Friday in New York City, his publicist said.Damon, 35, and his bride exchanged wedding vows during a small ceremony at an undisclosed location, spokeswoman Jennifer Allen said. Bozan's 7-year-old daughter witnessed the ceremony. In a previous marriage Bozan went by the name Luciana Barroso.There </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/113422020483190320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/113422020483190320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113422020483190320' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-113384604944979828</id><published>2005-12-06T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T00:14:09.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"and when you think it's all over....it's not over"So. It's been a fun few days...Happy Birthday to Janette...another year older and all that jazz. Fun random night at Jon's as well on Saturday...and lots of stuff to look forward to this week. First of all we have our little Tasha graduating on Thursday and then Hunters to win that damned bar tab for the big event...SATURDAY...look out Joey </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/113384604944979828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/113384604944979828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113384604944979828' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-113336734282135309</id><published>2005-11-30T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T11:15:42.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> BIG CITY featuring everyone's favorite lead singer JOEY KITSON WILL BE APPEARING ON DECEMBER 10TH AT MYRONS...THAT NIGHT ALSO HAPPENS TO BE SOBEYS STAFF PARTY, TASHA'S GRAD DANCE, COLIN'S STAFF PARTY and MY LAST SATURDAY NIGHT OUT BEFORE THE LEG BREAKING!!!!!BE THERE!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/113336734282135309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/113336734282135309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113336734282135309' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-113322496255206972</id><published>2005-11-28T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T19:42:42.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                     Sheryl Crow once said A Change Will Do You Good...I think she's wrong.Not that I don't love Dj...he's great.  But look at the hate in Lenny's eyes.  He's thinking right now...I hate Touch My Teddy Ruxpin and all her answering the beer questions.  He's plotting on ways to kill me. I miss those days at trivia.  It was so fun when Matt and Lenny would banter...then on Lenny's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/113322496255206972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/113322496255206972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113322496255206972' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-113315036361550479</id><published>2005-11-27T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T22:59:23.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Is it lonely up there....you know, on your pedestool?"Well another weekend gone by.  Yesterday you may have seen me in such parades as the Christmas Parade down the avenue.  I had a blast thanks to the "warm up" session.   Spent last night with the quaint group of Tasha, Brent, Tyler and Taryn.  Followed by Myrons and then no sleep at Tyler's.  I had to work at 5am today...certainly showed up a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/113315036361550479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/113315036361550479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113315036361550479' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-113280709096427774</id><published>2005-11-23T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T23:38:10.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"How do you measure the life of a woman and a man?"Just saw Rent and damnit...I loved it.  I did see the broadway production in August in New York City and that was great.  I have been listening to the soundtrack since early high school and now...the movie.  Just a warning to die hard fans...there's a couple of songs missing (Contact and Halloween) and they don't sing the answering machine </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/113280709096427774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/113280709096427774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113280709096427774' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-113254335603737358</id><published>2005-11-20T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T22:22:36.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did anyone see Oprah on Friday!?  The "POPE-RAH" as I've heard she is liking to be called now adays did a piece on how kids all over the country are DYING from a little game she liked to call the pass out game.  Flashback:  Party at Katie Stewart's...making Jeff MacDonald pass out and he was out longer than we'd ever seen before....WE COULD HAVE KILLED EACH OTHER!Shan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/113254335603737358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/113254335603737358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113254335603737358' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-113235836252669895</id><published>2005-11-18T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T18:59:22.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I can't control my destiny, I trust my soul, my only goal is just to live"I'm sitting here pondering life.  Big changes are coming to a lot of people I know, including myself.  I know what I want from life now and hope to achieve it sooner rather than later.  Which brings me to my next thought...we're all chasing different things right now but are we actually going to get them?  I know I've said</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/113235836252669895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/113235836252669895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113235836252669895' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-113151350252894179</id><published>2005-11-09T01:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T00:19:22.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                             She was our friend even if we only knew her for a short time.                                                                    She will be missed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/113151350252894179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/113151350252894179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113151350252894179' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-113010792183719781</id><published>2005-10-23T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T18:59:04.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                                                                   Tasha, Brent and Me                                                                  Jon, Tasha, Brent and Me                                                                         Me and MattyWhat happens when you mix Carlo Rossi, the Captain, Sinus medication? One rowdy night with the longest game of spin the bottle ever. Props</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/113010792183719781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/113010792183719781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113010792183719781' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-112851778929391175</id><published>2005-10-05T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T09:09:49.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Please allow me to introduce myself..."   I woke up this morning and thought I would update due to procrastination. Write down in blog or clean room...I think I made the good choice.  So it's been a crazy few months since I last posted. June ended. Our dear friends from away (Sarah and Terry) enjoyed their summer away and are now missed horribly! We had a Bobby-less toga, I had my first Cora's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/112851778929391175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/112851778929391175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112851778929391175' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-111863633790887595</id><published>2005-06-12T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T00:18:57.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stolen from T's website...100 things about me!1.  I am not a native Islander even though I have a thicker accent than most people actually born here.2.  My mom was watching the Thornbirds when she was in labor with me...she hoped I would hold off until the end.3.   I was part of a posse for most of my younger years in Moncton with my 2 girl cousins born 2 months before me and 3 months after me. 4</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/111863633790887595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/111863633790887595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111863633790887595' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-111393347295938655</id><published>2005-04-19T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T13:57:52.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was randomly walking through sobeys today and stopped at a display of sunscreen.  Anticipation grew as I unscrewed the cap and inhaled all that is Coppertone Suncreen smell.  Yummy.  It has to be one of the greatest smells ever.  Memories of going to the beach here or applying it while in Dominican or getting ready to start a day in Nice.  It's amazing. I love summer and all the things that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/111393347295938655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/111393347295938655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111393347295938655' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-111301366546261429</id><published>2005-04-08T22:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T22:29:58.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...I am your next Canadian Idol Auditioner...Well...success. I made it through the first 2 rounds of the Canadian Idol Auditions and am now moving on to the Celebrity Judging in Moncton. I am horribly excited, overcome, nervous, scared and stressed. I've become an instant Charlottetown celebrity...including access to renowned Island Radio God Paul Allan and of course my Nationally </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/111301366546261429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/111301366546261429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111301366546261429' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-111206618665076194</id><published>2005-03-28T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T22:16:26.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Birthday For Sale...I'm done with my birthday.  I hate the time of year that it's on...everyone is jammed packed with school work and sometimes it's on Easter and once it was even on a Monday.  How can the Birthday God do that to me...honestly--A Monday.  Well, I'm officially an adult living on my own for the first time.  I live at 3 Trailview Dr...all come visit.  I love my little area of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/111206618665076194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/111206618665076194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111206618665076194' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-111146356273236131</id><published>2005-03-21T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T22:52:53.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Uncle Rico and could throw a football overthem mountains.Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you?brought to you by</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/111146356273236131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/111146356273236131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111146356273236131' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-111120864792196284</id><published>2005-03-18T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T00:04:07.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It was all about 4 Heineken--half pint of rum--rum and coke jug-a-dee-jug--3 shots and a glass of green beer.And the fun continues.  Wednesday evening's warm up to St Patty's day fun turned out to be way more than a warm up.  Full of beer I did some classy passing out on the couch and woke up at the early rising time of 7, thanks to Brent's rush to the Irving.  Stayed awake and went to work even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/111120864792196284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/111120864792196284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111120864792196284' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-111086019597786865</id><published>2005-03-14T23:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T23:20:25.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been having a great amount of fun lately. And then there are the days when reality kicks in and overwhelms the situation. I'm going to make a better effort to kick reality to the curb. Fun is better. I want to constantly feel like I'm listening to a great song...you know when a really fantastic song comes on and you just get that burst of energy and you dance all around your house with not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/111086019597786865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/111086019597786865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111086019597786865' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-111014024899275512</id><published>2005-03-06T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T15:17:28.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The inevitability of drama.I've been going through all my documents on this computer and found some funny msn conversations saved.  There is one in which there was a lot of light shed on the opposite sex..es.*Names have been blocked for protection*Msn Chatter #1 says:  Girls like to go out with bastards because of danger?Msn Chatter #2 says: what do you mean by bastards.....like whoop your ass, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/111014024899275512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/111014024899275512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111014024899275512' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-110973737278143677</id><published>2005-03-01T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T23:22:52.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well...just a quick note that a crew will be making an apperance this Friday night at the Olde Dublin Pub...good times for all.  Jenn White--Colin Enman and Douglas Keefe will be in attendance and they don't live here anymore so come on by and say hi.Other than that...life is extremely boring...anyone have any fun at all I can have...just drop it on by.Shan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110973737278143677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110973737278143677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110973737278143677' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-110893398472323332</id><published>2005-02-20T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T16:13:04.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I pulled into Nazareth...A dear friend of mine is making a decision.  It could honestly make or break her.  Does she take the steps into the past and put herself in a situation that makes her vulnerable or Does she take the hard way out and deal with never knowing.  Of course both sides have major pros and cons.  I just hope that she is happy in her decision.   I personally hate decision making.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110893398472323332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110893398472323332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110893398472323332' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-110844091651169735</id><published>2005-02-14T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T23:15:16.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I might be singing out of key..but it sure feels good to me....New goal in life?  To be Joss Stone.  Damn she is cool.  I'm newly obsessed with one of her songs...Right To Be Wrong.  It's just a good catchy tune.  I've got a right to be wrongMy mistakes will make me strongI'm stepping out into the great unknownI'm feeling wings though I've never flownI've got a mind of my ownI'm flesh and blood </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110844091651169735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110844091651169735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110844091651169735' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-110835068339792859</id><published>2005-02-13T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T22:11:23.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Valentine's Day...Single person's hell.  Enough said.Last night was a fun adventure though.  Lots of rum--a lot of kareoke (I apologize for my canadian idol sized ego and not getting off stage) followed by a bit of drama.  It follows me where I go.  Woo.  Oh well...moved on. I cannot believe how much I don't have to say.  Good post?  3.75 jug-a-di-jugs??Shan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110835068339792859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110835068339792859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110835068339792859' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-110801043368015070</id><published>2005-02-09T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T23:40:33.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Older and Wiser??Today I aged a good 5 years.  I ran into a girl that I graduated high school with who is married and has twin boys.  That is right.  Married and a mommy.  They run their own company and live in their own home.  I would like to point out that I am definetly not married nor a mommy and still work at the same job I've had since I was legally allowed to work and still live in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110801043368015070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110801043368015070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110801043368015070' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-110704026605884610</id><published>2005-01-29T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T18:12:22.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The girls Taken the night before I left for Europe.  Whatta night</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110704026605884610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110704026605884610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110704026605884610' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-110704022141901630</id><published>2005-01-29T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T18:13:13.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Check out Nathan's stance Random night at Colin's...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110704022141901630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110704022141901630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110704022141901630' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-110704017969290093</id><published>2005-01-29T18:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T18:14:10.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Boyz II Men The boys decided to become a r&amp;b group...or just a bunch of white guys.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110704017969290093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110704017969290093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110704017969290093' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-110704014273912676</id><published>2005-01-29T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T18:09:02.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Door wide open leads to random people...that's how we liked it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110704014273912676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110704014273912676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110704014273912676' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-110703998580640699</id><published>2005-01-29T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T18:14:51.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my mom liked this picture when she first saw it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110703998580640699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110703998580640699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110703998580640699' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-110703634840381917</id><published>2005-01-29T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T17:08:38.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is Dave. Dave is from England.  We met him and his friend Tom in Gryon, Switzerland.  He was in the bed next to me.  No one has ever made me laugh like Dave.  I miss him!Shan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110703634840381917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110703634840381917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110703634840381917' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-110703237961875517</id><published>2005-01-29T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T15:59:39.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sad.I am sad.   What else am I supposed to say? Shan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110703237961875517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110703237961875517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110703237961875517' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-110650354495379962</id><published>2005-01-23T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T13:05:44.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My contact list is not available?Alright on a storm day there is nothing better than catching up on some blogs...msn chatting but what is this...my contact list is not available?  Is that because I have everyone on my list attempting to sign on...probably.I bought a book ( a 1000 page book on the history of Saturday Night Live) and rented 2 movies that I have not seen (Napolean Dynomite and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110650354495379962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110650354495379962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110650354495379962' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-110563819068915558</id><published>2005-01-13T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T12:43:10.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Movin on up...to lower malpeque road...well...I think I am moving out of my house.  I feel I need some sort of responsibility.   It will be good for me...independance.  I may learn some life lessons or something like that.  It will be a big change for me.Canadian Idol is coming to Charlottetown...sweet crap.  I made the suggestion to the guy last year and said dude...it's pricey to cross that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110563819068915558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110563819068915558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110563819068915558' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-110465223155197180</id><published>2005-01-02T03:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T02:50:31.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind...Just saw it...love it.  It's right up there with my other favorite films of this year...Garden State--Anchorman--Jersey Girl--13 Going on 30 and all my other sappy films."If I could erase memories would I?" is the main question of the day.  It's sad that it's 348 am and I am still pondering this question.   Certain times of my life are forgettable--does</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110465223155197180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110465223155197180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110465223155197180' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-110460735492499465</id><published>2005-01-01T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T14:25:16.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year?What a weird day. I know this is the starting of a new year and everyone should be excited about the prospects but I am just bummed. I wish for world peace and happiness...especially here on this island. I wish for Tsunami disaster victims and survivors an end to the pain and memories that may haunt them. I wish for a friend to be happy in all her choices and realize that the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110460735492499465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110460735492499465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110460735492499465' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-110445903669982867</id><published>2004-12-30T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T21:10:36.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh dear...posting...So Christmas has come and gone.  It was nice...my gramma and uncle were over from Moncton and Santa showed up too.  I got a duvet and duvet cover...very pleased.  Spent a lot of time napping and drinking.  That's always a good time.  I'm excited for tommorow though...New Years Eve.  Should be fun.  I wonder what the next year will bring...*Maybe a trip to NYC?*Back to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110445903669982867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110445903669982867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110445903669982867' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-110288090303739224</id><published>2004-12-12T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T14:50:28.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hangover....the disease of the drunk...well...besides liver disease.Upon peeling myself off the infamous sectional couch at the guys place at 830am...I realized...I am hungover or maybe I'm still drunk. It's that first notion...yeah I think I'm alright...just tired. And then you lift your head and slowly the clock that you are trying to focus on begins to spin...around...around. Your stomach </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110288090303739224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110288090303739224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110288090303739224' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-110200759654445763</id><published>2004-12-02T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T12:13:16.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nothing is better than cold pizza, big glass of milk and Zach Braff....Rum and Cokes are scrumtulescant.  Last night I went out for Janette's birthday and the last of Matt and Lenny trivia and decided to use Christmas present money to indulge in some R &amp; C...4 Jug-A-Di-Jugs (equivalent to 12 singles) plus a couple of singles...made me not only drunk but quite chatty and I thought everything was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110200759654445763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110200759654445763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110200759654445763' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-110062115639359283</id><published>2004-11-16T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T11:05:56.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"And so it is...just like you said it would be.  Life goes easy on me...most of the time..." The Blowers Daughter by Damien RiceIt's been quite the time the past couple of weeks.  After Halloween Pub weekend came Halifax weekend.  I made the trip with my mom for my cousin's baby shower.  Spent A LOT of family time but did get a nice break when I went out with Dave and Jenn...mmm fajitas.  Came</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110062115639359283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/110062115639359283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110062115639359283' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-109926227578595288</id><published>2004-10-31T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T10:52:17.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Halloween!Hope everyone is having a spooktacular evening. I know I am still hungover...no not really. Well it has been a fun week. Full of costumes and rum and cokes. The festivities really started on Wednesday when Too Far Tash made her trimuphant return to the trivia scene. The day started out awesome as my very generous boss Victor at the Sunglass Hut gave me the Versace sunglasses </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/109926227578595288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/109926227578595288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109926227578595288' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-109804089713007539</id><published>2004-10-17T15:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T15:21:37.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HalloWell here I am again posting...I am on fire.  It's a lazy day Sunday in which I spent sleeping and soon to be eating.  I am at Tasha's waiting for the delayed Thanksgiving dinner.  I always come to Tasha's for T-giving--it's fun, sometimes Tasha gets asked to leave the table and we eat lots of yummy food.  Last night...after a good 13 hour day...decided to break into some Amaretto with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/109804089713007539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/109804089713007539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109804089713007539' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-109763894706607070</id><published>2004-10-12T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T23:42:27.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well...Well...Well...Here I am...a little behind again.  But frankly, so is everyone.  I'm sitting here in my kitchen with the t.v. in the living room positioned to the corner of my eye so I can watch my beloved Red Sox.  I've had a couple of glasses of Dave's brew and a Heineken and I'm buzzed enough to be wearing my ol' Red Sox hat.  Coming back in the 9th hopefully...they are down 3 but hell,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/109763894706607070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/109763894706607070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109763894706607070' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-109607997206015408</id><published>2004-09-24T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T22:39:32.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog...it's been a long time...Well, I obviously returned safe and sound from Europe...a little more sane and I feel like a different person.  One who has been through triumphs and hardships like a pro.  Thanks to all of you who made this trip possible...all your words meant a lot.I came home to drama of course...the days of 1H are gone...but not without a big ol' party and some squatting...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/109607997206015408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/109607997206015408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109607997206015408' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-109465723113067650</id><published>2004-09-08T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T11:27:11.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Home sweet HomeSo they say anyways...I'm home and I have no idea where to begin.  I had the best time and Scotland became a second home.  Happy to be back though, missed the ol' crew.  I've been doing lots of catching up, drinking and attending social functions.  Back to school for all except for me of course...but back to trivia tonight.  I cannot wait to kick ass...well hopefully.  Today is a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/109465723113067650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/109465723113067650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109465723113067650' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-109048059159211865</id><published>2004-07-22T03:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T03:16:31.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For all things Shan related...hit up www.euroshan.blogspot.comShan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/109048059159211865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/109048059159211865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109048059159211865' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-108843237670792700</id><published>2004-06-28T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T22:27:01.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Remember Togas?Well Saturday night was quite possibly one of the funniest nights ever...add on Sunday's breakfast adventure road trip and you've got a weekend of fun.  I headed out to Kellyanne's bachelorette party with Karey and Carolyn at around 6--where we had a few shooters, a few beer and a tabu...that was nice.  We played some dirty games, had BBQ--kareoke baby.  Funny stuff.  Left there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108843237670792700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108843237670792700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108843237670792700' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-108764555012309731</id><published>2004-06-19T07:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T07:45:50.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Taryn always tells a story about when she first moved to PEI.  She moved here the year after I did.  We thought Stephen Pilkington and her were brother and sister because they both showed up the same day.  When she got here, that meant I was not the "new kid" anymore and that winter we threw snowballs at her.  Obviously that's something that effected her because she still talks about it.  For </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108764555012309731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108764555012309731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108764555012309731' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-108744318450948819</id><published>2004-06-16T23:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T23:33:04.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Toga Party--June 26th--Blooming Point Beach...For more info...look here</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108744318450948819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108744318450948819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108744318450948819' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-108744318045633325</id><published>2004-06-16T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T23:33:00.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Toga Party--June 26th--Blooming Point Beach...For more info...look here</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108744318045633325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108744318045633325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108744318045633325' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-108644968696472430</id><published>2004-06-05T11:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T11:34:46.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm reading an article on etonline and OJ Simpson wants to start a show along the lines of punk'd but call it juiced--so pretty much he's going to murder people and then stand over their bodies and say JUICED.  Thank god OJ jokes are still funny 10 years later.Shan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108644968696472430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108644968696472430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108644968696472430' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-10862280684220292</id><published>2004-06-02T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T22:01:08.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Potato Salad and Stupidity...I hate egg--not a big fan of mayonnaise--potato is alright...but MAN, I love potato salad.  I don't remember when i found my love of potato salad--but it's certainly in full force now that the summer is here.  Weird...Stupidity is in full force right now too.  Why do I feel this STUPID NEED to push him away?  I may have done it now...this is obviously not what I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/10862280684220292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/10862280684220292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#10862280684220292' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-108602201731776532</id><published>2004-05-31T12:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T12:46:57.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Picture Page...http://ca.f2.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/scomeau83/album?.dir=/9bfe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108602201731776532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108602201731776532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108602201731776532' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-108597911073872040</id><published>2004-05-31T00:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T00:51:50.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did you ever tell someone everything and then get completely abandoned by that "understanding" person.  That happened to me a couple of years ago.  I'm pretty weary about stuff since then.  I don't understand why someone who claimed to care so much about me could just leave me.  I'm so defensive about things now--very hesistent about who to trust and how much of myself to give.  I am sad about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108597911073872040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108597911073872040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108597911073872040' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-108502506164538171</id><published>2004-05-19T23:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T23:51:01.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't stand the rain...I am a cryer...what can I say.  Everyone knows it...I cry drunk, sober, happy and sad.  I like to cry...I feel that sometimes I can show better emotion that way and for me, it gets everything out.  Today..I cried twice...nothing happened...I'm not fighting with anyone.  I watched Oprah...she was giving away a million dollar wedding.  They narrowed it down to 3 couples.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108502506164538171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108502506164538171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108502506164538171' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-108475218462526621</id><published>2004-05-16T19:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T20:03:04.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello my neglected blog...Last night...whatta night.  I got drunk...surprise, surprise.  I got emotional...surprise, surprise.  I had a fight with someone that I care a lot about...surprise, surprise.  As always kid, thanks for the good talk.  Even though I still have unresolved issues, I know that you try your best to hang in there and deal with me.  Everyone else seemed to have had a pretty</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108475218462526621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108475218462526621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108475218462526621' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-108413150610468291</id><published>2004-05-09T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T15:41:42.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Impulsive Aries people like to party and sometimes don't know when to call it a night. Their competitive streak makes them prone to closing-time shot contests. They're sloppy, fun drunks, and they get mighty flirty after a couple tipples. Getting Aries people drunk is a good way to get what you want out of them, should other methods fail. Aries can become bellicose when blotto, but they will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108413150610468291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108413150610468291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108413150610468291' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-108372614047420704</id><published>2004-05-04T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T23:05:32.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well...it's been over a week...I missed you blog.Katie has come and gone.  I miss her already.  We went out on Thursday and I got my tongue pierced and a tattoo and katie got 4 tattoos and taryn got one on her foot.  We went out that night to stupid myrons trivia and then on Friday, we had a fake bachelorette party.  It was a blast...Katie made like fifty bucks and bought us pizza...it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108372614047420704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108372614047420704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108372614047420704' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-108301357090719566</id><published>2004-04-26T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T17:09:14.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In ashley's request for cool posts...yeah I got nothing.  SO TAKE THAT DUNSFORD!!!!!!!!!!  It's almost like talking on the phone to you isn't it?Katie comes tommorow...that's exciting and so cool.  Off to Nouveau Brunswick.  I kinda wish it was like a Saturday and then me and Taryn could go over tonight and rock it up in good ol' Monkey-town.  Oh well...Tuesdays are wicked too!Shan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108301357090719566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108301357090719566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108301357090719566' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-108282045585070662</id><published>2004-04-24T11:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T11:30:36.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have fallen in love.  They are green and pink and beautiful.  Perfect for the summer lovin fun.  Perfect for the Sex and the City lifestyle I want to live.  Perfect for the jeans that I have.  Karen may have had them first but she won't be the last.  They are amazing.  Go to aldo and look at them.Shan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108282045585070662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108282045585070662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108282045585070662' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-108217268467076236</id><published>2004-04-16T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T23:38:30.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>attention...i have found a new outlet for my gambling as tonight I won my very first pro line game.  I bet on Toronto to win, Tampa Bay to win and my ol' faithful red sox to win...AND GUESS WHAT?  I am now 10.60 richer because of it. All came down to my sox to win and while the top of the 8th was iffy with the bases full...we pulled it off.  SAWEET...I knew those red sox wanted to buy my beer for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108217268467076236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108217268467076236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108217268467076236' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-108198192782875041</id><published>2004-04-14T18:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T18:34:59.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From my internet turned real life friend Janelle's webby...//10 musical acts you've been listening a lot to lately:1. Coldplay2. Maroon 53. Beach Boys4. Black Eyed Peas5. Matt Mays6. Bonnie Raitt7. Eva Cassidy8. Beyonce9. Counting Crows10. Dave Matthews Band//09 things you look forward to:1. Right now...trivia2. Summer3. Europe4. the future5. New York 20056. Schoolin'7. my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108198192782875041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108198192782875041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108198192782875041' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-108147942626180579</id><published>2004-04-08T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T22:59:51.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well...yesterday was interesting...I had 2 conversations that changed a lot of things...the first...well it was hard to listen more than anything but accepted.  The second...I did a lot of drunk talking but more than anything I was just so happy to be listened to.  Even though we were both drunk, it felt nice that I had some understanding even if it was drunken understanding.I am very lucky to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108147942626180579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108147942626180579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108147942626180579' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-108131669216831997</id><published>2004-04-07T01:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T01:47:35.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>G'day chillins....I loved the last post so much...that was a good one...pat on back inserted here.  Tonight I did something I've wanted to do for a long time, I made 2 cds....they are the first in what I assume to be many volumes...Here they are...1993...Volume 1                                                                    1. seven -- prince2. weak--swv3. if--janet jackson4. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108131669216831997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108131669216831997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108131669216831997' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-108091928713485063</id><published>2004-04-02T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T10:24:06.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If my life was a movie..Opening credits: Wouldn't It Be Nice--The Beach BoysWaking up scene: Have You Ever Seen The Rain--CCRThe low self esteem looking in the mirror after a shower scene: Unpretty--TLCThe try on entire closet in a matter of seconds scene: Got To Be Real--Cheryl LynnAverage day scene: Brand New Key--MelanieBest friend scene: Me and Julio Down By The Schoolyard--Payl Simon</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108091928713485063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108091928713485063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108091928713485063' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-108070674519454934</id><published>2004-03-30T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T23:21:41.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday to me and breck!!!!Shan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108070674519454934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108070674519454934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108070674519454934' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-108062537774643015</id><published>2004-03-30T00:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T00:45:33.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wishes on a birthday...Well it's not exactly my birthday but close a freakin nough.  I hate birthdays...sure for the 4 months before my actual birthday, it's all I can talk about and I get all giddy and think it's going to be the best day ever.  Then something happens and I just start getting sad, disapointed...all that.  It's not only the age factor...but it's everything that goes along with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108062537774643015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108062537774643015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108062537774643015' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-108040628437220169</id><published>2004-03-27T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T11:53:56.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok...drama somewhat over now...still waiting out for someone to talk to my face instead of behind my back...actually, I'm not holding my breath.  ANYWAYS...I went shop-crazy this week and bought a bunch of stuff for my trip...new kicks, pjs, book, travel wallet.  I'm giddy.  Birthday coming up soon and lots of people asking me what I want...I just need stuff for my trip...can't decide then?  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108040628437220169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/108040628437220169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108040628437220169' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-107965079838651664</id><published>2004-03-18T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T18:02:22.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stories from a slut...Last night, I was called a slut.  A real "fucking whore"/slut...for ABSOLUTELY NO REASON. Just wanted everyone to know that.  Why do people who DO NOT know me, feel the need to be completely childish?  Maybe the problem should have been taken out on the right person.Shan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107965079838651664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107965079838651664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107965079838651664' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-107928240659118123</id><published>2004-03-14T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T11:42:26.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate dreams...they are such an effing tease.  I dreamt last night I won a brand new jeep and I was struggling with the dilemma of selling the jeep or keeping it.  In the dream, I still didn't drive so it was realistic.  All I wanted to do was keep the jeep so I could have a brand new car for when I did start to drive BUT if I sold the jeep, I could pay off my credit cards, have money for school</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107928240659118123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107928240659118123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107928240659118123' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-107920799499892633</id><published>2004-03-13T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T15:02:14.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright...it's been awhile.Last night, I saw the greatest band.  Style wise, it reminds me of Neil Young.  He's great.  Matt Mays and El Torpedo rocked the socks off of the Wave last night.  I plan to become a wild groupie and live life for them.  It was a packed house and we all throughly enjoyed them...especially Janelle ;)  Europe is a done deal baby.  I booked the time off yesterday...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107920799499892633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107920799499892633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107920799499892633' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-107871602510512945</id><published>2004-03-07T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T22:22:38.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just saw the greatest movie...50 First Dates was freakin great.  First of all, I love Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore...especially together ala Wedding Singer.  So this was sweet.  The concept of the movie (which I am sure everyone knows) is that Lucy (drew) has no short term memory and Henry (adam) has to make her fall in love with him everyday.  That would be so awesome.  I need someone to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107871602510512945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107871602510512945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107871602510512945' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-107862862957998351</id><published>2004-03-06T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T22:06:02.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Picture this:Sitting in the Metro Center in Halifax, it's about 5am.  You look around and you see a large man in a blue plaid shirt reading a science fiction novel.  He holds the book at arms length and appears to be reading out loud to himself.   All of a sudden he puts a serious face on and with a booming voice begins to sing..."I DON'T EVER WANT TO FEEL LIKE I DID THAT DAY....TAKE ME TO THE </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107862862957998351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107862862957998351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107862862957998351' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-107828294966295716</id><published>2004-03-02T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:04:38.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well...I haven't posted in awhile...Idol was amazing...I got through a couple of rounds...I'm sick right now and have no real ambition to post lately so that's the end of my story :(Shan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107828294966295716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107828294966295716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107828294966295716' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-107723662877097489</id><published>2004-02-19T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T19:25:45.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey kiddies...check out the figure skating photos out here.  The raping went quite well and the restraining order is back in affect.  Canadian Idol is rapidly approaching and I have a sore throat.  As far as I know, I strained a vocal cord which means slim to no talking to Shan.  I'm going to invest in a bottle of honey tommorow and hopefully all will be well.  On the brighter side of life, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107723662877097489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107723662877097489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107723662877097489' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-10769918286040700</id><published>2004-02-16T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T23:25:42.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FUCKING BLOG NOT POSTING AND ERASING MY BIG LONG POST...here's the jest of it...-threw up on Valentines day all over McDonald's-party at Colin's last night--orgy all over again-figure skating tommorow...rape pictures up soon-Churchill Arms on Saturday for Canadian Idol kick off party...be there or I will dispise you as much I as I hate this blogwahhhShan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/10769918286040700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/10769918286040700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#10769918286040700' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-107677488801959817</id><published>2004-02-14T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T11:09:59.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last night was fun...ODP with the crew was super crazy and drinking with DW was like a gift from god...I have no idea what to post about but I AM POSTING...stupid Valentine's day...makes me want to throw up...or is that just the excessive drinking...who the hell knows or caresShan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107677488801959817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107677488801959817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107677488801959817' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-107638384143292603</id><published>2004-02-09T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T22:32:27.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EMERGENCYok...everyone remain calm...msn is not working.  do not "FREAK" out...Janette, Tasha and I are together and we will be okay...if you are alone..run to the nearest "contact's" house and just practice your emoticon faces to each other.  Believe me...everything will be resolved soon.  The most important things to remember are:  STAY CALM, GET LOTS OF PAPER, MAKE MESSAGE BOXES , and WRITE </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107638384143292603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107638384143292603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107638384143292603' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-107634255308519009</id><published>2004-02-09T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T11:04:19.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good friends, Good shooters, Good weekend...Well that was a great weekend.  Friday, I saw the Vagina Monologues directed by our own Cynthia Dunsford and starring a whack of great actors, some of them friends.  They did an excellent job and congrats to all.  Saturday was also amazing as it was my very first shooter party...definetly not my last and I think we are all in agreement that on March</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107634255308519009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107634255308519009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107634255308519009' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-107586636232718857</id><published>2004-02-03T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T22:47:42.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow...I love Josh Groban's new song/video for You Raise Me Up...it's fantastic and very uplifting...gave me goosebumps.  Inspiring at this time.Shan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107586636232718857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107586636232718857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107586636232718857' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-107574479698463951</id><published>2004-02-02T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T13:01:35.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOMPHideyHo...Alright it's been a few days and what has happened...Friday?  80's dance...it was a hoot.  Saturday?  Janelle's birthday party and a few blades.  Sunday?  Skiing and then watching my favorite team win the Mother Effing Superbowl.  I think I had a bit of a seizure/stroke/heart attack.  It was great.  School's almost done...we're dog sitting the cutest dog ever for a whole month...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107574479698463951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107574479698463951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107574479698463951' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-107543474888801875</id><published>2004-01-29T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T22:54:03.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>remember when blog wouldn't let me post the super long posts about what is going on in my life...is it a signShan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107543474888801875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107543474888801875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107543474888801875' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-107543459984655583</id><published>2004-01-29T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T22:51:34.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>test</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107543459984655583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107543459984655583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107543459984655583' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-107531181481376324</id><published>2004-01-28T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T12:45:08.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I broke a hip...well I dunno...it hurts.  I didn't go to school today...surprise, surprise.  I did get a little studying done but unfortunately...tv's and heavy blaring metallica causes some difficulties.  I have to work at 4 but am desperately trying to get out of it so I can go to the library and study...and avoid a certain supervisor.  Oh well...may as well try!  Anywho...still 2 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107531181481376324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107531181481376324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107531181481376324' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-107526782970202423</id><published>2004-01-28T00:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T00:32:03.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So...there are new pictures up on the picture link...enjoy the drunken antics of mostly me.  I am dreading going to bed as I would have to think...I am not enjoying the thinking so much...I'm trying to avoid it.  I'm so frustrated and yet at the same time I have totally given up caring...but would ache for that inch of the other person caring.  So anyways...mom asked me about school tonight and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107526782970202423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107526782970202423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107526782970202423' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-107521336155211963</id><published>2004-01-27T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T09:24:14.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shan says: Janette is the greatest friend ever. Thank you so much for my brand spanking new commenting system. Janette is the most wonderfulest person in the world. I owe her one million dollars.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107521336155211963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107521336155211963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107521336155211963' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-107520757857219308</id><published>2004-01-27T07:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T07:47:50.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm at school for the first time in days but I packed a good lunch and am raring to go.Please someone save meShan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107520757857219308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107520757857219308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107520757857219308' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-107506260231759120</id><published>2004-01-25T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T15:31:33.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>beef of the day...I seriously hate stupid reasons making me upset...a.k.a. boys.  Last night...saw someone I haven't seen in a long time...I was a stronger person than the last time I saw him but still...today...upset.  Another boy...also out last night...heard some junk today...what happens...Shan gets upset.  well...here's the thing.  I'm not here as the in-between girlfriends tramp.  single </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107506260231759120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107506260231759120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107506260231759120' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-107505425766549525</id><published>2004-01-25T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T13:12:28.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Major Decision....stupid idea?  OR  future life?I've decided to go out for Canadian Idol.  I don't know if this is a stupid idea or another step in the right direction.  I am very nervous...I'm making a small catalogue of songs to try out on friends and family.  I made this decision while watching American Idol...as I get very frustrated and ambitious even while watching shows like that.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107505425766549525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107505425766549525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107505425766549525' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-107448943489005279</id><published>2004-01-19T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T00:18:39.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Somewhere Over The Rainbow...I'm sitting here listening to Eva Cassidy's version of Over the Rainbow and I'm getting all emotional.  I have been really unhappy with my job lately because of personal and proffesional reasons...everytime I try to leave, I get lazy or sucked back in.  So I have been just peeking at the job bank lately and seeing what else is out there.  Yesterday, there was a post</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107448943489005279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107448943489005279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107448943489005279' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-107435931213284017</id><published>2004-01-17T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T12:09:55.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy 21st birthday to Ms. Shen...hope you had a great night!Birthday pics are already posted courtesy of Toof on the picture pageRadShan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107435931213284017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107435931213284017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107435931213284017' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-107422735404553903</id><published>2004-01-15T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T23:30:35.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.liquidgeneration.com/quiz/images/clark.jpgTo link it (the actual code): Clark Griswold?Shan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107422735404553903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107422735404553903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107422735404553903' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-107410846767684876</id><published>2004-01-14T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T14:29:07.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>test</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107410846767684876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107410846767684876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107410846767684876' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-107395120824821307</id><published>2004-01-12T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T18:48:06.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FACK....it hadn't happened for such a long time but it deleted my extra long post again...heads will rollShan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107395120824821307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107395120824821307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107395120824821307' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-107391826688376051</id><published>2004-01-12T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T09:39:04.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate school...that is where I amShan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107391826688376051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107391826688376051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107391826688376051' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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-5806901.post-107387462381215003</id><published>2004-01-11T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T21:31:41.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>first off...Happy Birthday Matthew!  Hope you had an awesome night last night!Last night...well I went to our dear Matty's birthday party with a rowdy crowd of partyers and had a blast. I got some how very drunk on 4% beer (I just didn't think it was possible anymore)...chatted with some new and some old friends and watched Scott go down the stairs head first...like concussion head first...go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107387462381215003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5806901/posts/default/107387462381215003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arushofblood.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107387462381215003' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447025299555055861</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>
