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  <title>Ace's Place</title>
  <subtitle>Where even the Fruit is Fresh</subtitle>
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    <name>Ace</name>
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  <updated>2008-09-02T14:31:14Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fantasticboy:120711</id>
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    <title>Peeks in...</title>
    <published>2008-09-02T14:31:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-02T14:31:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Howdy Folks!  Long time no see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the going ons.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fantasticboy:120516</id>
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    <title>Who are you people?</title>
    <published>2007-11-28T16:59:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-28T16:59:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">**Looks around and sees nothing has changed!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a great Holiday!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fantasticboy:120229</id>
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    <title>Second Life...</title>
    <published>2006-11-17T03:53:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-17T03:53:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What do you know about it??   I joined tonight without having anyone's influence... so I am all alone.   I really know nothing about it.  I got stuck in a barn this evening... of course I did, right.  Of all places to get stuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my user name is "Ace Posthorn".... If you know anything and want to give me a few hints let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fantasticboy:119873</id>
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    <title>For Danae  (food post..surprised?)</title>
    <published>2006-11-16T00:32:06Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-16T00:32:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Due to the fact that Danae missing me on LJ (its only been a week, talk about seperation Anxiety, I decided to post here instead of on MYSPACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went shopping at Trader Joe's today.  We were out of Blood Orange Juice and a few other things...  Not to mention I needed these Apricots for a recipe I am going to make... its yummy, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, while I was in there shopping I spotted some Pumpkin Seeds that I had forgotten that I wanted to pick up (sister-in-law had them this weekend)... and right next to, or near I should say, the pumpkin seeds were &lt;b&gt;PARMESAN CRISPS&lt;/b&gt;.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first reaction was "aww how cute"... but thats just the gay in me.. However when I got home these evening and wanted to snack on something I opened a bag and had a taste.  OH MAN... GOOD STUFF!  Tell all your friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet they would be real good if you dipped them in Spinach and Artchoke dip.. I betcha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you too Danae.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fantasticboy:119577</id>
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    <title>MYSPACE!</title>
    <published>2006-11-09T03:29:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-09T03:29:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok kids... I think I am moving my Live Journal posting (as few and far between as its been) to my MYSPACE account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will still come back to read all of your updates... but most of you have a myspace anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to check it out and you aren't on my Myspace friends list... then here is the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bestgayguyever"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/bestgayguyever&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fantasticboy:119337</id>
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    <title>Around the Yard, a New Shop &amp; Stuff</title>
    <published>2006-11-06T23:13:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-06T23:19:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:  Wasn't feeling all that well (tummy troubles) so I decided to stay home from work.  Even though I wasn't feeling all that hot I decided to do all the laundry in the house... and for the special people in the crowd, after I did the laundry I did the laundry.  *grin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...then some more laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  Anthony was working late so I made the Corn Bread and chili *See other post*.  I don't remember what time he got in... but I think I was ready for bed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:  Woke up pretty early and hung around the house.  Around 9AM our neighbor came by and said she was going to the Italian Market down the street.  WHA?   An italian market down the street, who knew?   Well I put on my walking shoes (funny how they look just like my running, skipping, hiking and shoveling snow shoes)...  The Italian Market was literally just down the street and make a right... I really had no idea.  I guess I only go "up the hill" to shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had all sorts of yummy things... well you know, Italian Market kinda things.  I only bought a loaf of fresh bread and some sort of clam pastry...  It had cheese in it and tasted good, which is all I really care about anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the walk I came home and watched a movie then helped Anthony in the yard raking up all the leaves... I love fall, I hate yard work.  Afterwards we headed to the Grocery store to pick up a bunch of things. We had it in our minds to make some stew.  It turned out GREAT!  *see additional corn bread post*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:  Anthony went into work (what's new) and I stayed home to be a good little house bitch and clean.  We have a friend from Boston who also happeneds to work for Anthony.  She came into town to do her Radio Show and blah blah blah.  Anyway, she was coming over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 2 PM they arrived.  Of course I had a Pumpkin Crunch baking in the oven so anything they planned on doing would have to wait.  After the the PC was out of the oven we headed to the mall.  I think she must have dropped $700.00 on clothes at Lord and Taylor... something called BCBG? The clothes were cute and I think that its a rule that if you go to the mall with a gay man you end up spending way more money than you would have if you went by yourself.  Gay man's motto:  They will spend their money and your money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upside is that we wouldn't let her buy this GAWD aweful skirt that looked as though something from the sea thew it up.  I swear it looked like the little mermaid halloween outfit on crack.  HATED IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the mall we came home and I made some more corn bread and we had some left-over Stew (one of the few things that I will eat left-over).   I went to bed early cause I was a tired bitch.. this also gave Anthony and friend time to catch up.. usually its all beezwax with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was my weekend.  Friend from Boston is staying over tonight as well.  Should be fun.  She had best know that we DON'T talk during my show's (How I met your Mama &amp; Heroes)... or she will be out on her ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fantasticboy:119185</id>
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    <title>I've Decided...</title>
    <published>2006-11-05T03:18:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-05T03:18:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Everything goes with Cornbread.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, as you know, I made some real yummy Corn Bread.  Its smelled so good I had to post about.  Well kids, it tasted better than it smelled.  Oh boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided for dinner, I would make some Trader Joe's Chili.  It was quick easy and simple...  I love things that come in jars.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tonight Anthony was like "what shall we have for dinner".  I was like "how about a nice Crispy Chicken Asian Salad with Mandarin slices...  Oh boy.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony thought that was a great Idea but he thought making Beef Stew would be better... we argued for about 10 minutes over which recipe we were going to use.  He wanted one with Red Wine and being from the South I had never heard of such things....  well, since he was making it I let him have his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Stew took about 2.5 hrs.  but boy oh boy was it yummy!  The best part is, is that I had left over Corn Bread to eat with it.  *burp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think tomorrow instead of cereal I am just going to pour milk over it and away we go!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corn Bread its not just for dinner anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fantasticboy:118942</id>
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    <title>Can I just say...</title>
    <published>2006-11-03T20:49:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-03T20:49:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">That CORN BREAD smells real good baking in the over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMmm Mmmm  CORN BREAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fantasticboy:118775</id>
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    <title>Almost Died, I love Danae &amp; Sunday Drives</title>
    <published>2006-10-31T03:48:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-31T03:51:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home from work around 5:30.  Was a bit hungry and since Anthony was working late I decided that I would see if our Neighbors wanted to go out to dinner.  Around 7:30 I hadn't heard anything from them so I decided to eat.  Mmm Mmm Chinese Food.  Anthony finally showed up around Midnight but I was fast asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up around 6AM, let the dog out and started to watch a movie...  Woke back up around 8AM and decided to see if Anthony wanted to go shopping.  It was raining outside at the time but we said WTF and headed out anyway.  (our house sits on the top of what is known as Watchung Mt. Range in NJ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as we were about to enter onto the Highway off the ramp we notice a car out of control going about 60mph.... swerving past our car... just barley missing us and the person in front of us... oh and she was facing the wrong way... she then slammed into the Guard Rail.  We stopped our car as did the person before us that she almost hit.   I ran to her car to see if she was ok, but she was on her cell phone and wouldn't roll down her window.  CRAZY!  I felt so bad for her.  We stayed until the cop showed up.  Crazy thing was is that person in front of us never got out of there car either.  Guess they must have been in shock too... but she came REAL close to smacking right into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad news is that when Anthony and I got to our first store he got a call from work (he was on-call the entire weekend) and we had to come home so he could fix the problem from his computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the rain stopped when we got home.  *doh  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the day is when I went to retrieve the mail.   There inside our mailbox was a package from my friend Jennifer in Boston.  She mentioned a few weeks ago that she purchased something for me... but I was thinking it was some sort of candy bar, we all know how I can be with candy.  Anyway, it wasn't candy it was something 10,000 times better.  YOU ROCK DANAE!!!  Roooock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided since we didn't get any shopping done on Saturday that we would head to Upstate NY and go to the Woodbury Common outlets... I love that place.  However, you have to get there before noon or its a mess...  of course we arrived 30 minuts after it opened.  Bought all sorts of pretty things.  We even replaced the new towels that we bought a few weeks ago (hate them!) But the new towels are nice and soft and lovely and pretty and everything a towel should be.  I don't know, maybe its just me but I would say that when you wash and dry your "NEW" towels more of the towel should come out of the dryer and washer then stays in when the load is finished... which is what the "older" new towels were doing.. which is why we replaced them.  We also bought some clothes and stuff... nothing major.  It was a beautiful drive up the NY throughway.  I spent Sunday afternoon taking some cute photos of my dog... for dinner we had chinese food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...tonight for dinner we had left-over Chinese food... you can bet your ass that I am done with Chinese food for a very long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my weekend.. relaxing and fun!  This coming weekend. NOTHING!  Anthony and I checked our Calendars last week and we don't have anything planned until Christmas weekend.  Who knew.</content>
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    <title>OK - New Rule!</title>
    <published>2006-10-30T22:34:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-30T22:34:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If you break a sweat building a fire, then its obvious that its not cold enough outside to have one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all!</content>
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    <title>Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...</title>
    <published>2006-10-26T23:36:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-26T23:36:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok, so I am sitting at my computer taking a stupid Harry Potter Test... (see below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN all of the sudden my dog starts to GROWL... and I mean like CUJO CROWL.  I looked down and before I could tell her to stop she jumped up and headed to the Slider.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture it - My computer room used to be a porch, now its enclosed.  We have 3 sliders going around so all in all 2 sides are windows.  We have the windows covered by those nasty plastic blinds that everyone in the early 90's thought were cool. ...  ...  SHUT UP, we haven't gotten around to replacing them yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**returns to the story**&lt;br /&gt;... she jumped up and headed to the Slider all while in this nasty growl like tone.  I look out the window from my chair (I can see up the hill from this view point) and about two houses up coming down the hill is a man in a hat.  Since the light is behind him all I can see is a Silouette.  My dog keeps growling and starts to bark... the man gets closer.. and closer and for some strange reason I think "FREDDY KRUEGER".   Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that stupid song starts entering my head 1...2 Freddy's after you!  3...4 better lock the door&lt;br /&gt;all this while the man is walking by my fence with not one glimmer of light reflecting off him. His face remained dark the entire time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I WILL HAVE NIGHTMARES TONIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate creepy people in the neighborhood who don't have common sense not to wear old 80's clothing in the dark!</content>
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    <title>gay...gay...gay...gay...</title>
    <published>2006-10-26T23:27:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-26T23:27:38Z</updated>
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    <title>Why do I bother...</title>
    <published>2006-10-24T02:22:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-24T02:25:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hated what it came up with when I typed in Ace and David... and the damn thing wouldn't even let me use "Fantasticboy"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sexy.namedecoder.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sexy.namedecoder.com/webimages/champagne-m-THISISGAY.png" width="240" height="180" alt="Tantalizing Handsome Individual Skillfully Imparting Sensual Gratification and Arousing Yeses" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... what the F*ck is a "YESES" anyway?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fantasticboy:117438</id>
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    <title>Weekend in Review</title>
    <published>2006-10-23T23:19:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-23T23:19:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:15 - Head out for my trip up to CT to visit my friend Cindy.   &lt;br /&gt;2:30 - I hit the worst traffic in the entire world on Rt. 84 just passed Danbury.&lt;br /&gt;5:00 - Just out of Hartford, CT.  Near Rt. 2 towards Norwich.&lt;br /&gt;6:00 - Arrive in Brooklyn, CT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should have taken 3 hrs took 5 hrs.   YUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired when I got there, all I wanted to do was go to bed... however, I promised her and her son that I would go to his Highschool Football game.   The highlight for me was when I sit down on the Bleachers I her a "MOM" yell...  "GO AFTER THAT PANSY"   Nice... it took all my energy not to turn around and tell the C*NT to Shut the Fuck up... but again, I was probably out numbered... Well, not in teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about an hour of freezing my arse off and eating 2 pieces of Cold Pizza from the Consestion stand, I got in Cindy's car and drove back to her place... she was going to get a ride from her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to bed around 1PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy was supposed to have a yard sale on Saturday morning... However, it wasn't the most prepared yard sale I have been too.  I spent about an hour loading my car up with things on Friday afternoon to bring to the yard sale... but sadly, it didn't happen.  It was really windy on Saturday and again... things didn't come together as they should have.  I still have my yard sale stuff in my car... so if you are looking for a Crock Pot (barely used), a keyboard some roller blades (used once... size 11) &amp; some pictures that were on my dining room wall.. with some other things that I can't remember, just let me know.   In the end, we just headed to the Mall and Mystic with her husband and son.  I did buy some soap at the mall but ended up forgetting it in CT.. ah well.  The upside of the day is that Cindy made me a lovely dinner... Boneless Pork chops with some Lemon Herb Rice.  It was good.   We also played a round of the buffy to which Cindy handed my ass to be on a platter.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up around 7:30AM... or should I say 1AM when I heard her youngest son playing a PS2 Game...  Must have been some sort of Football since every 5 seconds I heard a whistle Blow.....  Then around 2PM I woke up to her Oldest Son coming home and shutting my door...  To which he proceeded to play with his friend for god knows how long... then again at 4AM to her daughter coming home.  Its a house of very loud people and she can attest to that.  So anyway, around 7:30 I woke up to get ready to spend the morning in Sturbridge Village.  I had never been there before so I thought, what a great idea.   I wanted to leave the house around 9AM, but Cindy was still sleeping... so, a little after 9AM I went into her bedroom and decided to wake her and let her know that I was just going to head home.  I was actually pretty tired and I knew that if we didn't get on the road around 8:30 I would probably just drive home.  I took Rt. 95 all the way home because Rt. 84 was on my shit list from Friday.  I missed my 287 exit and ended up going over the George Washington Bridge in NY City... more traffic.  Ah well.... I went to bed last night around 8PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the weekend was that Cindy's new snake went missing... and guess who found it under a pile of T-shirts.... I sceamed like a BITCH!   I don't mind snakes but I stay away from them because my bible tells me they're the devil.  *wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all the weekend was a nice visit.  We didn't get anything accomplished but the visit was nice.   Oh and one last thing..... who does LJ think they are changing shit around so I don't know where anything is?  (reason why text isn't hidden)</content>
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    <title>Just Call Me...</title>
    <published>2006-10-12T02:27:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-12T02:30:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The FIRE WHISPERER!!!  YEAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so it may have taken me about 22 pieces of Kindeling... a whole entire Sunday Newspaper with Ads... an hour of my life and a can of Gasoline, but the damn thing finally got started!  It was roar'n I tell ya!     &lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;ROAR'N!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... maybe it was more of a soft purrr.... but it was going.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*NOTE* user pic is by NO means what the actual fire looked like.  That picture was done with smoke and mirrors... and a quick copy and paste from Google Images.</content>
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    <title>If I were...</title>
    <published>2006-10-11T22:12:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-11T22:12:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">stranded on an island... I would so totally just die.   I just tried to start a fire in our fireplace and **POOF** it went out.  I then tried again and **POOF** it went out... you know, I am even using a stupid match.  I thought I did it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruppled Up Paper... check&lt;br /&gt;Kindling... Check&lt;br /&gt;Large Pieces of Wood... Check&lt;br /&gt;Match... Check&lt;br /&gt;Oxygen... *gasp choke weez... just kidding*... check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I placed the Paper under the big metal thingy.... then I placed all the kindling in the form of a sorta T-P (I would have made a bad american indian too) above the paper.... then I placed the larger fire wood ontop of all that...sprayed with some lighter fluid.. and ***BANG***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No really, I lit the bottom of everything with a very long match... and nothing.  DRAT DRAT DRAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is a man when you need one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**goes back to the drawing board**</content>
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    <title>Where do I live, Camden, NJ?</title>
    <published>2006-09-20T01:47:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-20T01:47:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok... so yea this summer we had our flowers stolen off our Front Porch (TWICE) and the neighbor had her car broken into at least twice.   Then this past Sunday, someone broke into her car yet again.  Only this time, it was 4PM.  Who breaks into a car in the middle of the afternoon?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this prompted Anthony and I to invest in an alarm in our house.  ADT came this afternoon and installed everything.  6hrs. later and I feel so safe?  *wink  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, you would think I lived in a bad area or something?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what I did find out today.  The locks that are on these "new" windows are for shit.  The ADT guy said that if someone puts  a screw driver in the bottom and pushes it pops the lock.   Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish people wouldn't steal, HOW RUDE!  Well, I feel that way now.  **points to one of my friends who shall remain nameless**</content>
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    <title>Things that make you go...</title>
    <published>2006-09-09T21:00:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-09T21:00:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;YUM!!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony and I went out shopping today.  Its been the first time in a long time that we actually had a weekend where we can go out on a shopping spree.   I saw some really cute things in the Crate and Barrell Catalog this week and remember that I had a gift certificate from the Managers I work with.  Totally slipped my mind.  We drove down to Cranberry, NJ to the outlet to see if they had them cheaper.  They did ...  WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back we stopped at a Starbucks for some coffe.  OK!   Can we say DELICIOUS.  I ordered the PUMPKIN SPICE LATTE and it was out of this word.  The woman behind the counter, who is now my new best friend, gave me some of the Pumpkin Spice in a cup with some steamed milk so I could try it first.  Better than Chocolate I tell ya.  OH What a treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course my next question to the woman was "Do you sell that stuff?" and of course she replied, "no!".   You would have thought she might have given me some on the sly.  But no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**BITCH**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Pumpkin Spice Latte is my new favorite thing in the whole wide world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.</content>
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    <title>Where did the fall go?</title>
    <published>2006-09-08T23:00:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-08T23:00:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok, for the past couple of weeks its been REAL nice outside.  No A/C needed the windows have been open.  It was really nice having the hot summer turn into fall.   However, today that was all shattered.  WTF mother nature?  Its all hot and no matter how many windows I have open I am sweating.   This is why I ordered Chinese for dinner.  (New Menu came in the mail today).  Not to mention I wont have to cook on the stove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm Mmm Pineapple Chicken, here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.</content>
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    <title>Things that make you go...</title>
    <published>2006-09-07T21:23:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-07T21:23:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;YUCK!!!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the nastiest things I have tasted in a very long time (the list is shorter than you think) is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trader Joe's&lt;br /&gt;All Natural&lt;br /&gt;Pasteurized&lt;br /&gt;100%&lt;br /&gt;Cranberry Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;not from concentrate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously Trader Joe's, who has the stomach for this stuff?  Actually, I'm really the one to blame.  How did I think 100% Juice was going to taste?  I tried to control the taste by adding a bottle of lemonade to a glass of this stuff, but that only infuriated the flavor.  Oh yea.... I kid you not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is a girl to do with 64oz of Pure Evil?  Please you have any ideas let me know, I would pour it down the drain but I am afraid it will eat threw the pipes.</content>
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    <title>WOO HOO.... it's so Pamtastic!</title>
    <published>2006-09-06T01:17:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-06T01:17:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">That's right kids, one of my closests friends (PAM) is moving within 3 hrs of me.  He husband was in the middle of a bidding war between 3 companies.  Each wanting him to work for them.  It was a choice between a company in Raleigh, NC, Framingham, Ma. &amp; San Diego, Ca. (Where they currently live).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, San Diego is beatiful but you know how those California people can be.  *wink*   She loves the weather in California and she will miss her pool, that is is she doesn't get a house with a pool in the boston area, but she is willing to make the move to make her husband happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself am very happy.  We haven't lived close to each other since we shared a duplex some 11 yrs. ago.  After I moved to Boston is was all down hill.  About every three yrs. she would move further and further away.  Starting in Richmond then to Raleigh then a move to Atlanta and finally in California.  WOOOSH!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 HOURS PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait and I have already started to help her look for homes online and when she comes to look at houses in person I am totally up there.  Can't wait, can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I can get my friend from Richmond, Va. to move closer, then my plan to take over the world would go into effect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY</content>
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    <title>Me too...</title>
    <published>2006-09-06T01:06:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-06T01:06:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;If there is one or more people on your friends list who makes your world a better place just because they exist and who you would not have met (in real life or not) without the internet, then post this same sentence in your journal.&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>Oh Yummy!!!</title>
    <published>2006-09-02T19:00:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-02T19:01:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wanna know what's better than Cold Chocolate Pudding?    WARM CHOCOLATE PUDDING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always made instant pudding.  I really didn't even think to make non-instant pudding.  I thought it was going to be this long drawn out process or something.  However, Anthony will not eat Instant Pudding.  *snob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are having company this evening and he said for dessert we should do pudding with Whip Cream in Latte Glasses.  So I made the Pudding on the stove.  OH MY GAWD... that shit is so good warm.    *drools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side Note:  L.L. &amp; Danae:  If you are reading this, we are making a new appetizer.  Cheese Stuffed Mushrooms.  NO MEAT!  They sound good, I will let you know.</content>
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    <title>New  (and not so improved) Candy Bars...</title>
    <published>2006-08-30T23:52:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-30T23:52:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You know, the "Take 5" people should really be kicked in the ass.  How long must I wait for a Dark Chocolate version of my favorite candy bar?  As of right now, I think they are just playing with my emotions.  How many different ways can you make a Take 5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see they have the regular way:  Chocolate, Peanut Butter, Caramel, Nuts and Pretzel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...then they came out with the Peanut Butter One:  Peanut Butter Coating, then Peanut Butter, Nuts, Pretzel, and Carmel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... then it was the "Take 5" Cookie.  In which they replaced the pretzel with a nasty ol' Cookie...totally ruined it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At just today I spot the "Take 5" Marshmellow.  What the?  Oh yea... Marshmellow.  Instead of Caramel they now have some sort of overly sweet Mallow center.  Its gross and you go into a sugar coma for about an hour after eating one.  I will say that its in a pretty blue wrapper, but that's all that's pretty about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...oh yea and I found the Reese Peanut Butter Cups w/Marshmellow today.  Me thinks there was an overage of Mallow at the plant and they didn't know what to do with it.  BTW Marshmellow and Peanutbutter Cups is Nasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denis if you are reading this, you have a few coming your way!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I have from Ace's Chocolate Connection!  Tune in next time for Cherry Flavored Take 5's!</content>
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    <title>Sand, Ocean &amp; too many southerners!</title>
    <published>2006-08-30T19:42:22Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;VACATION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Place:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony and I took a vacation with my family to &lt;b&gt;Emerald Isle, NC&lt;/b&gt;.   The House was beautiful!!  It was an 8 Bdrm 5Bath place that was right on the ocean. The Third floor was all Living Room, Dining Room and Kitchen (also had a master bedroom).   The First Floor was all Bedrooms...   They place also had an elevator which was really nice for my grandmother.  The First Floor, was all outside and the pool area was under the house and part outside the house.  It aslo had decks on the entire back and side of the house on all three floors.  I've never stayed in anything so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Feet Hurt:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked the beach around 6AM every morning... that was until my dad came with me one morning and said:  "see that pier in the distance... lets walk to that".  The pier turned out to be over 3 miles away.  YUP!   My brother, who also came with us, and I almost called a cab to bring us back.  Lets just say my feet and ankles weren't the same the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Balloon Fight:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Every year my parents get a place in Emerald Isle.  This year we (the Kids) decided to join them.  Every year they have a Giant Water Balloon Fight... We (the Kids) knew this but really had no idea to what extent.  Lets just say that on the way back up from the beach, with my brother Donnie and my sisters boyfriend, we got nailed.  My father had what I thought was a friggin' cannon.   It turned out to be a GIANT SLING SHOT.  Two people hold each end and one person man's the middle and pulls it back and lets it go.  I got hit on the inner forearm and I can still see a slight bruise. Pay back was a bitch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's a RIBBA:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony and I were the first one's in Emerald Isle that Friday (around 1PM) and actual check in wasn't until 4PM.  We decided to drive around for a bit and see if we could find a place for lunch.  We ended up in the little place called "THE MONKEY BAR".  Lets just say if you aren't local then you don't belong.  Here is the conversation we had with the waitress when placing our order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony:  What is the soup of the day&lt;br /&gt;Waitress:  Chicken Noodle and Ribba with Vegetable&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Chicken Noodle and what else???&lt;br /&gt;Waitress:  Ribba with Vegetable&lt;br /&gt;Me:  **gives a confused look at Anthony&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: **gives one right back&lt;br /&gt;Me to the Waitress:  Ribba??&lt;br /&gt;Waitress:  Yea Ribba&lt;br /&gt;Me:  What's a Ribba??&lt;br /&gt;Waitress:  Ribba Steak&lt;br /&gt;Me:  **light bulb goes off**  Oh you mean Rib-EYE&lt;br /&gt;Waitress:  Right, Ribba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right then and there I put myself in Southern Translator Mode!  I was never again taken off gaurd. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this day I will always refer to Ribeye steak as RIBBA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Movies:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in the south are just weird.  Anthony and I headed to the movies one night because there was really nothing else to do and my family couldn't get their act together to do something...  Not that it mattered because Anthony and I really wanted to see the new PIRATES movie.  We arrive about 20 minutes before the old movie lets out.  We think nothing of it and go in to purchase the tickets.  It went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Two for Pirates&lt;br /&gt;Girl: If you purchase your tickets now you can't leave!&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now get this, the movie theatre is located in a plaza with a bunch of shops... the theatre itself is pretty small which means the lobby, where everyone has to wait, is about the size of someone's living room.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl:  If you purchase your tickets now, you can't leave the theatre&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Then what do we do&lt;br /&gt;Girl:  Wait&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Are you kidding??&lt;br /&gt;Girl:  No!&lt;br /&gt;Me:  We'll be back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why they would make you wait in the lobby after you buy your ticket is beyond me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slow down already:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people in Emerald Isle, NC run on two speeds... SLOW &amp; STOP.  I don't think they were used to someone like me....  They have this coffee shop (think starbucks but not really) right next to the Movie theatre.  Anthony and I saw that it opened at 7AM.  We were very pleased about this.  So the next morning instead of making coffee at home I went for a Mocha Latte.  We arrived at 7:05.  The girl inside is shocked to see us waiting outside.  No really, SHOCKED!  She opens the door and I told her "if you aren't ready, we can wait outside".   "No No she says come in".  We order our coffee and she explains that she usually has two hrs before her first customer.  This surprises me then I think.  ** she must never have people from the North come to Emerald Isle, cause we like our early morning coffee.**&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving we worn her that we will be there bright and early the next day.  She was cute, but still a bit hung over.  Did I mention she was wearing pants that when she bent over you could see the crack in her butt???  Oh yea.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; fast forward to the next morning&lt;br /&gt;We arrive back at the Coffee Depot or whatever it was called around 7:12.  Door locked and again she is shocked to see us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One afternoon I decided that I wanted to pick up some Fudge.  I saw it earlier in the day but didn't want it to melt in the car.  I head back to the Fudge place and waited in line... and waited and waited and waited and waited.  Apparently the very old old old old man behind the counter wanted to get the scoop on everyone that came into the shop.  I swear he was moonlighting at the fudge shop and his real job was a news reporter.  GUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he was so nice to everyone in line... Even though it took forever for me to get up to the front of the line (10 Min.) I didn't mind too much because he was so sweet to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;... until me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I place my order for fudge and immediatly he looks annoyed.  I don't know, maybe he has a bad case of athritis and cutting the fudge sends a sharp pain up his arm.  Whatever the reason that cute old man smile he had going on, only moments before, was gone.  I asked for the "Snickers" fudge and he started to cut it... I then asked for a bit more and he snapped "I CAN'T CUT IT THAT WAY".  "ummm ok.."  Maybe his diaper was riding up???  Either way, he turned out to be a miserable old fart.  The fudge on the other hand is the best fudge I have ever eaten!  THE BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before we left Anthony and I found a very cute/new Italian Restaurant on the Island.  We thought it would be nice to spend the last evening all alone without the entire family.  It was well worth it.  The coolest thing about dinner was that it was raining and when you looked out of one window on the right it was raining, when you turned and looked out the window on the left it was sunny and beautiful.  Like out of a movie I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also played Mini Golf on Vacation, went to another island and looked for wild ponies, went to the Aquarium... however I saw just enough Sea life in the ocean right outside our house.  NO THANKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all if you have a family and want a cute getaway that is very very far from anywhere about Virginia, then go to Emerald Isle, NC.  The 10 hr drive kicked my ass.</content>
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