<?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-8465675</id><updated>2011-07-10T07:51:06.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Big Or Go Home People</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>555</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-6837572248013457898</id><published>2008-06-17T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T20:48:32.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva La Vida</title><content type='html'>It would be in your best interest to pick up Coldplay's new album. VIVA LA VIDA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRILLLLLIIIIANNNNT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-6837572248013457898?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/6837572248013457898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=6837572248013457898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/6837572248013457898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/6837572248013457898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/06/viva-la-vida.html' title='Viva La Vida'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-8505828289559027416</id><published>2008-06-10T17:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T17:47:01.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah McLachlan</title><content type='html'>So, my mom is the coolest mom in the flipping world. She sent me Sarah McLachlan's, "Rarities, B-Sides, and Other Stuff" album and it is absolutely amazing. She said she loved the CD so that is why she bought it for me. My mom continues to amaze me with the sweet things she does and her great taste in music. I suggest you all pick it up because it KICKS ASS. Sarah is a dream! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-8505828289559027416?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/8505828289559027416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=8505828289559027416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/8505828289559027416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/8505828289559027416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/06/sarah-mclachlan.html' title='Sarah McLachlan'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-2512723383945806467</id><published>2008-06-04T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T17:10:27.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>$4.83</title><content type='html'>I drove by a gas station today and Unleaded Gas was up to $4.83. This is outrageous and has got to stop. We all need to start riding our bikes and walking everywhere. It's only going to get higher and that scares me. BLECH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-2512723383945806467?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/2512723383945806467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=2512723383945806467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/2512723383945806467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/2512723383945806467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/06/483.html' title='$4.83'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-4765159370908225570</id><published>2008-05-29T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T14:43:19.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming To An End</title><content type='html'>So, I've decided that I might be ending this blog soon. I have realized that it has become more of an obligation than something I really enjoy doing anymore. I primarily started it to keep in contact with people and express my thoughts when I first moved out here. But with email, myspace, facebook, texting, and so on I feel I can keep in touch with a lot of people without this blog. I'll let you all know when I end this, but I really believe there are only a few people who read it anymore. Anyhoo, not that it is a big deal but I wanted to give you all a heads up. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-4765159370908225570?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/4765159370908225570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=4765159370908225570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/4765159370908225570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/4765159370908225570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/05/coming-to-end.html' title='Coming To An End'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-8611004205087123870</id><published>2008-05-24T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T11:32:45.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ringside..A Bust!!!</title><content type='html'>So, last night we were suppose to go see the band, Ringside. They were playing at the Malibu Inn. We started the evening out with Apps and Mai-Tais at a restaurant called Duke's Malibu. It is right on the water and it feels like you are on a boat. We then headed over to the Malibu Inn, which is kind of an interesting venue for Ringside. They were suppose to go on at 9pm and around this time there was basically no one there, so we overheard a conversation and were told that they weren't coming on until 11pm even though it was suppose to be 9pm. There was no opening band and so there was nothing going on. We ended up leaving because we weren't going to wait around and they weren't even sure if Ringside would actually come on at 11pm. We were all disappointed and pissed and our friend is going to try and get our money back for the tickets. They weren't that expensive, but still it is money. We ended up going to a pretty cool bar in Westlake and having a grand old time. It was kind of a bummer night but we had fun in the end anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-8611004205087123870?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/8611004205087123870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=8611004205087123870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/8611004205087123870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/8611004205087123870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/05/ringsidea-bust.html' title='Ringside..A Bust!!!'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-5657092787565276013</id><published>2008-05-20T18:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T18:02:44.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve Martin</title><content type='html'>Today, I physically ran into Steve Martin at work. I was walking and bam..there he was. He looked down at me and was like, "Whoa." It took me a second to get myself together because I was so completely star struck. I ended up waiting on his girlfriend/wife while he stood behind her. I tried so very hard to pretend I had no idea who he was..YEAH RIGHT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-5657092787565276013?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/5657092787565276013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=5657092787565276013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/5657092787565276013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/5657092787565276013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/05/steve-martin.html' title='Steve Martin'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-7090084075934038742</id><published>2008-05-16T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T19:46:46.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope Floats</title><content type='html'>I realize that this is a controversial issue and many would disagree with me, but this is my blog and I'm going to post things that I want and that I truly believe in. The issues of gay rights and marriage is very important to me and one I stand behind. Check out the below article. It little hope has taken over the State of California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-gaymarriage16-2008may16,0,6182317.story?track=rss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-7090084075934038742?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/7090084075934038742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=7090084075934038742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/7090084075934038742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/7090084075934038742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/05/hope-floats.html' title='Hope Floats'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-8088797173959187986</id><published>2008-05-12T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:10:13.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rents</title><content type='html'>My dad and stepmom were here this past weekend and it was so very good to see them. we had a fun time and it is always nice to have family close to me. They always come out here and we end up doing something that I wouldn't normally do or that I haven't done before. For instance, this time we went to the Armand Hammer museum and after seeing a number of exhibits went to the courtyard and watch a concert of Bulgarian music. I truely enjoyed it. I'm a little tired from the past couple weeks and I look forward to going to be early tonight..haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-8088797173959187986?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/8088797173959187986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=8088797173959187986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/8088797173959187986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/8088797173959187986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-dad-and-stepmom-were-here-this-past.html' title='Rents'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-8027799800136032670</id><published>2008-05-06T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T17:29:32.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28</title><content type='html'>I'm officially 28 years-old. I really do not feel any different. Not that I expected to or anything. My birthday weekend and actual birthday were fabulous. My girl came out and spent three days with me. I had to people over Friday night and then we went to the bars and it was fun fun times. My bday yesterday was pleasant as I left work early and had dinner with a dear friend. My father and stepmom come out on Thursday and it will be a good time. Like I always say, May is a good month for me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-8027799800136032670?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/8027799800136032670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=8027799800136032670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/8027799800136032670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/8027799800136032670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/05/28.html' title='28'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-4388279320924524301</id><published>2008-04-28T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T18:19:28.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Flipping Hot And It's Only April</title><content type='html'>Oh My Word!! It is so hot right now. I don't have air conditioning either. I know that last summer was hot and I'm trying to remember how I dealt with it without air conditioning. I'm thinking of getting a window unit air conditioner installed because if it is so ridiculously hot..haha. If it is only April, imagine how it will be when summer actually hits. Anyhoo, my girl comes into town Thursday night.,.YAYA. We are going to celebrate my bday with some friends. And the week after I believe my father and stepmom come into town. May is always a good month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-4388279320924524301?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/4388279320924524301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=4388279320924524301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/4388279320924524301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/4388279320924524301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-flipping-hot-and-its-only-april.html' title='It&apos;s Flipping Hot And It&apos;s Only April'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-3453942170913028895</id><published>2008-04-24T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T18:01:29.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Multi-Tasking</title><content type='html'>I was lifting weights the other day and I was observing an older woman on the elliptical. She was eating strawberries, drinking water, listening to music, and doing a sodoku puzzle all at the same time while she was on the elliptical. TALK ABOUT MULTI-TASKING. I sat there and watched in amazement and also started giggling at the sight of it. I can't do anything when I'm on the elliptical or running or even walking on the treadmill. I get dizzy just switching songs on my ipod. I don't know how she did it or does, but I'm impressed. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-3453942170913028895?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/3453942170913028895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=3453942170913028895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/3453942170913028895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/3453942170913028895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/04/multi-tasking.html' title='Multi-Tasking'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-2073757723322922912</id><published>2008-04-20T15:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T15:50:26.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#1 Don't Do At Starbucks</title><content type='html'>Rule #1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for your drink at Starbuck's do not stand right at the little round counter where your drink will be given to you. That's how drinks get mistakenly taken by other people and I hate having to walk up there and grab my drink while someone else is breathing down my neck. Thanks! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-2073757723322922912?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/2073757723322922912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=2073757723322922912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/2073757723322922912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/2073757723322922912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/04/1-dont-do-at-starbucks.html' title='#1 Don&apos;t Do At Starbucks'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-2258998406110642081</id><published>2008-04-19T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T14:27:59.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>USPS Craziness</title><content type='html'>I'm at the post office today standing in line waiting to mail a package for my niece. Usually, I just go to the automated priority mail machine to send packages because it is quick and easy. However, this time my the package I had was a little bigger and I had to actually talk to a person regarding it. The line at a post office is always long and that's always a number of different types of people waiting. So, of course people get pissed off because they have to wait and nobody speaks English..haha. I'm standing there watching a guy yell at another guy because he's taking too long and I can't help but laugh to myself because I work in customer service. I deal with this shit all day and it always amazes me that people can get that worked up over having to wait an extra 10 minutes. Needless to say, it was hilarious and I live for seeing people go ballistic over the tiniest things..hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-2258998406110642081?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/2258998406110642081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=2258998406110642081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/2258998406110642081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/2258998406110642081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/04/usps-craziness.html' title='USPS Craziness'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-2307366198471780783</id><published>2008-04-14T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T19:05:27.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the Ocean</title><content type='html'>I went to the beach for about an hour or so after work today. It was fabulous. There's a point where the waves stop crashing against each other for about 10 seconds and it goes completely silent. The ocean is peaceful anyway but at that moment it seems perfect. It's really nice to go there after work and unwind. I like living here..teehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-2307366198471780783?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/2307366198471780783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=2307366198471780783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/2307366198471780783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/2307366198471780783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-ocean.html' title='I love the Ocean'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-4593967959230454408</id><published>2008-04-09T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:21:17.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Much Longer?</title><content type='html'>I am wondering how much longer I'm going to keep writing on this blog. I just don't have a lot to say anymore. When I first moved here it was like I had something to say every minute of every day. Now, I have to sometimes dig deep to find something to write about. I also use to write in a journal everyday since I was 14 years-old and I barely do that anymore. It use to be a kind of therapy for me I guess. I think when I finish my current journal I will just stop. It's weird how things just get old afterwhile and I do not feel I need to do them in order to be okay. Maybe I can start posting pictures or something. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-4593967959230454408?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/4593967959230454408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=4593967959230454408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/4593967959230454408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/4593967959230454408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-much-longer.html' title='How Much Longer?'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-2217278103312250071</id><published>2008-04-06T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T14:19:47.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pleasant Sunday</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to Big Wang's in Hollywood for my friend's birthday and I have to say the wings were fabulous. I do not go to Hollywood much but everytime I go there is always a ton of people and a lot going on. I had a goodtime and was home by midnight..haha. I'm getting so old.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I worked out and then walked to Starbuck's to treat myself to a drink. It's a beautiful day. I was able to talk to my oldest brother today and now I'm doing laundry and I did the dishes and cleaned my kitchen floor. It has been a pleasant Sunday and I don't feel worked up about having to go to work tomorrow. Usually, I hate Sundays, but this one isn't that bad for whatever reason. Maybe it's because Cinco de Blair is coming up and my girl is coming into town. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The new Moby album is spectacular. Get it!..NOW! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-2217278103312250071?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/2217278103312250071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=2217278103312250071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/2217278103312250071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/2217278103312250071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/04/pleasant-sunday.html' title='A Pleasant Sunday'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-536436731785133572</id><published>2008-03-31T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T19:31:14.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Was Very Nice</title><content type='html'>I returned from my vacation last night around Midnight. I had to be at work this morning and I don't know why I didn't take today off. Anyway, the first Monday back is done and I am so very glad about this. Being audited right before I left has relieved me from a tremendous amount of stress. WOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;Colorado was absolutely fabulous and it kept me fairly busy. The town of Longmont has grown and I'm glad I was able to drive around the day before I left to look at everything that is there now. I'm so fortunate I was able to see my friends and I only wish I could have seen more of all of you. I am sorry to those of you that I didn't get to see. Hopefully, next time I'm in town we can all get together. Or you can come out to Los Angeles for a visit. I miss my friends and I miss my family too. It's always so very good to be back where I came from. I always have a lot of mixed feelings when I leave. Things are so different since I left almost 4 years ago. Many memories that I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;I finished my vacation in Missouri where I spent it with a very special someone who makes me very happy and who I can't stand to be away from. It was a perfect ending to a wonderful vacation. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-536436731785133572?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/536436731785133572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=536436731785133572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/536436731785133572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/536436731785133572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/03/that-was-very-nice.html' title='That Was Very Nice'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-6654685493241594430</id><published>2008-03-19T18:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T18:22:14.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay Colorado</title><content type='html'>I head back to Colorado tomorrow. I can't flipping wait. A much needed vacation and time spent with people I haven't seen in awhile. ROCK ON!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-6654685493241594430?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/6654685493241594430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=6654685493241594430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/6654685493241594430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/6654685493241594430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/03/yay-colorado.html' title='Yay Colorado'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-111755761534160395</id><published>2008-03-16T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T19:38:25.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horror Films</title><content type='html'>Do you ever wonder about the people that create horror films? I always wonder how they think and where their thoughts and creativity oome from. People always say that if they could have dinner with someone they would want it to be Jesus. I'd want my dinner to be with someone like George A. Romero who created such cult classics as "Night of the Living Dead" and "Dawn of the Dead." I'm not exactly sure what I would say but I wonder if he would be as normal as I am. Not to say that I'm normal because I obviously enjoy watching horror films. So, doesn't that make me a little weird too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-111755761534160395?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/111755761534160395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=111755761534160395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/111755761534160395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/111755761534160395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/03/horror-films.html' title='Horror Films'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-4335956601195712761</id><published>2008-03-11T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T17:41:23.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Medicine</title><content type='html'>So, I managed to cetch a cold on Sunday. I realize why I never have any cold medicine and that is because it's too flippin expensive. Therefore, I end up having to go to the store when I can barely walk and dropping a bunch of money I don't have on medicine to make me feel better. I miss being near my mom and being able to go to her house where she has at least 2 of everything and her house is like a pharmacy. I LOVED IT! I got to thinking how I really miss my mom taking care of me when I'm sick..haha. It has been years since that has happened. At the same time though I'm kind of glad I've been by myself because I don't like being around people when I'm sick. I always feel like death. Anyway, enough of me whining. I go on vacation next week and I'd rather be sick now. WoOO..YAY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-4335956601195712761?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/4335956601195712761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=4335956601195712761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/4335956601195712761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/4335956601195712761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/03/medicine.html' title='Medicine'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-6854121943187231385</id><published>2008-03-03T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T18:34:53.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do me a favor..</title><content type='html'>Do me a favor and do not hold up the line to get a parking space in the first 4 spots of the row. Especially, if you are waiting on an old couple because they aren't going to speed up and they are probably completely oblivious to the fact that you are waiting to take their spot. However, if you do decided to do this can you please position yourself far enough over so someone like myself has room to drive past and flip you off..HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-6854121943187231385?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/6854121943187231385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=6854121943187231385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/6854121943187231385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/6854121943187231385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-me-favor.html' title='Do me a favor..'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-2567274036724114663</id><published>2008-02-28T18:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T18:30:06.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refusal</title><content type='html'>I've decided that I'm going to refuse to help anyone at work when they are on the cell phone. I mean, I kind of do it already but I'm going to officially put my foot down and make it known that I'm irritated with them..haha. I'm going to roll my eyes and throw my hands in the air with the disgust. I'll do it in a suttle enough way that the majority of the customers will not even notice. One of the rudest things a consumer can do is come up to the register or ask me for help and then tell me to hold on so they can finish their conversation. The other day I walked away from a guy in rollerblades because he did that to me. I'm not saying that was the most mature and professional thing but that day I just wasn't having it and refused to put myself in the situation. People look at a job in retail extremely negatively, therefore, the majority of them think they can degrade you by making you feel small and wait until they finish their conversation. I'm not cutting hair, giving pedicures, or massages. And even at that I would hope people would have a bit more respect for those that do work in the service industry. Because in all honesty pretty much all jobs are providing some type of service to people. I'm sick and tired of feeling bad about myself because I have a college degree and I work in retail. Because if people even knew and understood half of what I do they might think differently. However, I can't expect anyone to care because I don't care about hte jobs other people do. I don't look down on people though for working in fast food or for cleaning houses. It's their job and they are just trying to get by like the rest of us. It's taken a lot for me to get to the point where I don't feel like complete shit because I work in retail and I obviously still have my down days. But I take pride in what I do and I probably make more money than people think. If that's what you want to base success on. Do you base success on how much a person works? Or do you base it on their quality of work? What is success based on in the end? I think it comes within all of us. I can sit here and say I don't care about what other people think but that's obviously a complete lie because I do. I wouldn't be writing this if I didn't. I will always take pride in what I do. Even if I was making 8 dollars an hour I would still take pride in the job. It's my motivation and my work ethic. Anyhoo, sorry about that tangent but it feels good..hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-2567274036724114663?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/2567274036724114663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=2567274036724114663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/2567274036724114663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/2567274036724114663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/02/refusal.html' title='Refusal'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-6450701487308272620</id><published>2008-02-24T14:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T14:52:25.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's The End Of The World</title><content type='html'>I don't have much to say except that I forgot how much I love the song, "End Of The World" by R.E.M. It's an oldie, but such a goodie. TEEHEE! Oh, and go see the movie "STEP UP 2. THE STREETS." WICKED DANCING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-6450701487308272620?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/6450701487308272620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=6450701487308272620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/6450701487308272620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/6450701487308272620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-end-of-world.html' title='It&apos;s The End Of The World'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-8001985037553746666</id><published>2008-02-21T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T19:28:47.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PIG By Adam Robbins</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6ilF6ORoUqw&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6ilF6ORoUqw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this short film by a friend of a friend of mine. My friend Jeremy acts in it..hehe. His roommate, Adam, directed the film and starred in it. It won an award. I think it is fantastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-8001985037553746666?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/8001985037553746666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=8001985037553746666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/8001985037553746666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/8001985037553746666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/02/pig-by-adam-robbins.html' title='PIG By Adam Robbins'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-1238335727276627026</id><published>2008-02-18T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T17:40:31.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Dream</title><content type='html'>I was sitting at work today thinking about the possibilities of getting a new job. I became frustrated because I feel so defeated and limited to what I can do. So, I turned it around and thought about what my all-time dream job would be. A job that I know if given the chance I would be spectacular at it. I have always wanted to put the music to tv, movies, commercials, and so on. I cannot tell you the number of times I'm watching TV or a movie and commenting about the music they are using and how either I agree with it or how I would have used a different song. I feel that the music used in tv and movies is what draws people in and is what makes that particular moment on screen that much more powerful. We remember scenes not only by the actor or actress's performance but by the music that was used. Why do we always remember films by Cameron Crowe and Craig Brewer? We remember them because of the music they use. We leave the theatre remembering the details of the entire movie. I want to do that. I want to make people get lost in a show or film because of the music. I know that I get lost in music every single day. It never ever ends. Oh to dream.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-1238335727276627026?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/1238335727276627026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=1238335727276627026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/1238335727276627026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/1238335727276627026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-dream.html' title='To Dream'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-5338448939448902539</id><published>2008-02-12T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T19:02:10.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, I can breathe a little more...</title><content type='html'>Do you ever do something that makes you feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders? Do you ever do something that makes it easier to breathe? Today, I seem to be able to breathe somewhat easier. I seem to feel better about myself and more true to myself. It's amazing how being true to yourself and sharing yourself with the people you love can be so unbelievably scary at times. But it's just how it is and it's something I've dealt with for quite sometime now....My family finally knows about my sexuality. And I say that with a huge sigh of relief. I cannot begin to explain how amazing I feel and how so very grateful I am for their continue love and support. They make me very proud to be their daughter and sister. It's times like these that I look at my family with more love and respect than I have ever realized. They love me for all that I am and for everything that I'm not as well. I attribute much of who I am, my strength, and my sense of self to them.  I know that I will continue to have challenges regarding everything that makes up me, but I also understand that I have the love and support of my family and friends and honestly, it makes those hard times seem a lot more bearable. THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-5338448939448902539?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/5338448939448902539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=5338448939448902539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/5338448939448902539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/5338448939448902539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/02/finally-i-can-breathe-little-more.html' title='Finally, I can breathe a little more...'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-7146279112238981979</id><published>2008-02-09T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T18:56:14.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOYZ II MEN</title><content type='html'>Last night Reggie and I saw BOYZ II MEN perform at the Canyon Club in Calabasas, CA. It was absolutely awesome....hahaha. I was surprised at the mix crowd that attended but understand why there were so many different age groups there. They have a motown album right now, which would pertain to our parents generation, but I honestly love the oldies as well. They took it back to the early 90's with songs like, "On Bended Knee, Water Runs Dry, I'll Make Love To You, End Of The Road", and so on. And to top it all off, for their encore performance they broke out with "Motown Philly..." It was flipping wicked. I had such a blast and was so glad we got reservations because we were able to have a table, eat dinner, and have some drinks. It was money well spent. :) ABC, BBD....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-7146279112238981979?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/7146279112238981979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=7146279112238981979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/7146279112238981979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/7146279112238981979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/02/boyz-ii-men.html' title='BOYZ II MEN'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-7983886426025194418</id><published>2008-02-07T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T18:13:27.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vacation</title><content type='html'>I am taking a vacation back to Colorado at the end of March. I wasn't able to go last year because I had just started at my new store and I didn't feel comfortable leaving my new job. So, all of you get excited and I look forward to seeing as many of you as I can. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-7983886426025194418?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/7983886426025194418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=7983886426025194418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/7983886426025194418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/7983886426025194418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/02/vacation.html' title='A Vacation'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-7214596117454067990</id><published>2008-02-04T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T18:26:00.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superbowl</title><content type='html'>GO GIANTS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I initially wasn't a fan of either of the teams this year for the Superbowl. However, I knew I didn't want the Patriots to win because I don't like Tom Brady and I don't like Patriots fans. I never have. They are like Boston Red Sox fans to me. Sorry if that offends anyone..haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the game was absolutely fabulous and I can't decide if I had more fun watching the game or watching my good friend Jaimee drop "F Bombs" left in right..haha. It was good beer, good food, and good people. Yay Eli Manning!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-7214596117454067990?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/7214596117454067990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=7214596117454067990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/7214596117454067990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/7214596117454067990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/02/superbowl.html' title='Superbowl'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-110885825228350116</id><published>2008-01-31T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T17:14:52.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridiculous</title><content type='html'>So, I've decided to withhold a certain amount of money from my rent this month do to the fact that my oven has been broken since the beginning of November. I've notified the manager numerous times, the landlord numerous times, people have come out to look at it and nothing has been done to fix it. So, I wrote a letter and documented all the dates I brought it to people's attention and gave it to my manager and said, "When the over gets fixed I will pay the rest of the money. If the landlord has any questions he can call me." She told me good job and that she didn't blame me. It's weird because any problems I had when I moved in here the first few months were fixed immediately. And now, it's like pulling teeth to get it done. The building is old and most of the appliances are from when the building was built, which was like in the 60's. This is why my oven is not working. I don't want to have to move out of this place at the end of my year lease. I hate moving and now with all the stuff I have I would have to higher movers and the cost is a lot. Plus, it's a pain always coming up with the money for the new place. A guy came out today to look at the oven and said a part was broken and he couldn't even tell the model of the oven to get the new part because it was so old...haha. It's a shit show..haha. On the other hand, I really do like my little apartment and have made a home of it. A lot of shit went down at the first apartment I lived at when I moved out here and I wish we had been more stern with things and put our foot down. But I didn't know any better and was going nuts because it was my first time in LA...completely alone. Anyhoo, goodtimes and woohoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-110885825228350116?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/110885825228350116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=110885825228350116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/110885825228350116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/110885825228350116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/01/ridiculous.html' title='Ridiculous'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-7961855963327019001</id><published>2008-01-26T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T22:10:38.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain Go Away</title><content type='html'>It has pretty much rained here all week. I have to say that I actually kind of like it. Most people say the rain and the dark weather tends to make them feel gloomy and depressed. It does the opposite to me. Now, I'm not sure what I would do if it was for 9 months straight, but for now I am okay with it.&lt;br /&gt;I feel I did a lot this week. I got my haircut. I got my oil changed and a few other things done to my car. I got my eyes checked out and order SUPER CUTE glasses, and the greatest thing is that after two years I finally got a new cell phone. It's a blackberry and I absolutely love it. Waiting two years to get a new phone is a very big deal for me if you know me because you know how much I love and obsess over my cell phone. But I couldn't justify getting a new phone without having a discount. Finally, my dreams came true and I was able to get a new phone. YAY!! I know it is pathetic. However, isn't it good to let the small things in life make you smile. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-7961855963327019001?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/7961855963327019001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=7961855963327019001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/7961855963327019001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/7961855963327019001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/01/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain Rain Go Away'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-7289216571115180048</id><published>2008-01-21T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T19:15:02.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fabulous Three Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>A "Tigre" visited me this weekend. It was fabulous and I feel absolutely wonderful. I feel more sure about the future than I have in awhile. That is a nice feeling. I have some things to take care of in the next couple weeks that will be big steps for me, but I trust that I have the strength and support of those who know me oh so well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the job hunt begin if I can ever figure out what it is that I exactly want to do...:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-7289216571115180048?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/7289216571115180048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=7289216571115180048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/7289216571115180048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/7289216571115180048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/01/fabulous-three-day-weekend.html' title='A Fabulous Three Day Weekend'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-4313281206102086971</id><published>2008-01-13T09:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T09:55:03.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey's Anatomy</title><content type='html'>I was informed on Thursday night that the last episode of Grey's Anatomy was that night due to the writer's strike. I haven't confirmed if that is true, but I believe my sources and they also didn't show scenes for the next episode, which usually means there isn't one. I'm sad because it's probably the only show that I truly feel the need to always watch. :( Poo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-4313281206102086971?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/4313281206102086971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=4313281206102086971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/4313281206102086971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/4313281206102086971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/01/greys-anatomy.html' title='Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-3058511368842409632</id><published>2008-01-07T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T18:21:53.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated...Already</title><content type='html'>Do you ever find yourself getting frustrated before you have even started? I find myself getting that way right now when it comes to getting a new job. I keep weighing the pros and cons and realize that ultimately there will be more pros, but the initial getting there absolutely sucks. See, I've gotten comfortable with everything having to do with my job. I have a great schedule, great benefits, a boss I adore, I get days off whenever I need them with the exception of holidays, and so on. I want to visit my mom this summer because I haven't seen her in what will be two years in the summer and yet if I get a new job I may not be able to get the time off. And not only that, but I won't have vacation time saved up yet. I have nothing on my resume but that of management in retail. I'm already frustrated and I haven't even necessarily begun the whole looking process. I'm not even sure where to start. My brother said that might be the hardest part. URG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-3058511368842409632?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/3058511368842409632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=3058511368842409632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/3058511368842409632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/3058511368842409632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/01/frustratedalready.html' title='Frustrated...Already'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-2534435758259525131</id><published>2008-01-02T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T18:23:22.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2008!</title><content type='html'>I trust that everyone had a great New Year's!! I know I did even though I was feeling it the next morning and pretty much all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is the time of year when people always seem to reflect on the past year. But all I'm really going to say is that it was a pretty good year. I had some really low lows, but at the same time I had some really high highs. I reconnected with old friends and got to travel a lot. I fell in love.  I finally got my own place and my own furniture. Overall, it was a good year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not really have a lot of resolutions. I just want to be happy and content with things. I want to have a little more faith in myself and not be so scared of failure. I do want to work on my stress level and realize that everything truly is going to be okay. I'd like to find a job that I truly love doing and that will challenge me a bit.  Yeah, those are just some of the things I would like. All very simple when put on paper, but take a little more effort when actually trying to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Happy New Year to everyone. May 2008 bring you everything you wish and hope for!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-2534435758259525131?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/2534435758259525131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=2534435758259525131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/2534435758259525131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/2534435758259525131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-2008.html' title='Happy 2008!'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-2529524742940952773</id><published>2007-12-29T00:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T00:30:05.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juno</title><content type='html'>Go see "JUNO."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fantastic movie!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-2529524742940952773?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/2529524742940952773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=2529524742940952773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/2529524742940952773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/2529524742940952773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/12/juno.html' title='Juno'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-6976736992620877955</id><published>2007-12-27T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T20:16:47.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Nice Christmas</title><content type='html'>I had a very nice Christmas as I do every year. My dad and Ann came out for about four days and we spent a lot of time laughing, eating, and walking down the beach. It's pretty wicked to be walking down the beach on Christmas while the rest of your freeze your asses off..haha..JK!! It was just comforting and nice to have some members of my family with me on Christmas. I had worked so much this year that it was hard for me to even focus on the fact that none of my family lives near me. You would think I would get use to it, but I don't really..haha. Actually, it seems easier these days. All and all, it was fabulous!! I hope the rest of you had a fantastic holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my best friend adopted a penguin for me. A FLIPPING PENGUIN PEOPLE!! HEHE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-6976736992620877955?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/6976736992620877955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=6976736992620877955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/6976736992620877955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/6976736992620877955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/12/very-nice-christmas.html' title='A Very Nice Christmas'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-7388656789212846438</id><published>2007-12-19T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T20:10:05.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Spirit #2</title><content type='html'>This is true Holiday Spirit that I experienced today at work...:):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Lady: (Screaming) EXCUSE ME? EXCUSE ME? I NEED HELP. WE NEED HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes Maam, what do you need help with and I can call someone over for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Lady: (Still Screaming) THERE'S NO ONE AROUND. MY HUSBAND IS HANDICAPPED. WHERE IS EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Maam, calm down and I will help you or get help for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Lady: (Still Screaming) EVERYONE THAT WORKS HERE IS A BUNCH OF FUCKING IDIOTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Don't talk about my employees like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Lady: Well, you aren't an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay...umm thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH!!! It normal circumstances I would have chewed the bitch out..haha. But something today made me walk away laughing my ass off. The fear in the eyes of the footwear boys was priceless and I couldn't believe what a scene this lady had been making..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Flipping Holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-7388656789212846438?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/7388656789212846438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=7388656789212846438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/7388656789212846438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/7388656789212846438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/12/holiday-spirit_19.html' title='Holiday Spirit #2'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-353006622942592312</id><published>2007-12-14T20:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T20:55:56.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Spirit</title><content type='html'>So, my bro headed back to the big PA this morning. As always, it was fantastic to see him. I am always amazed at how much I love talking to him and how we could probably stay up for hours talking. Sometimes he frustrates me because he picks at me or he tells me I need to get certain things done. I immediately get defensive and think he is attacking me and thinking that the decisions or my surroundings aren't right. I always realize later that he is thinking that at all. He just being a protective brother and wants me to be safe and wants me to believe in myself because it's pretty apparent that he does. At times I tend to get down on myself because I feel like I'm so behind compared to what he was at my age. I know it shouldn't matter what he did and where he was when he was 27 years old but it's something I think about every now and then. I could sit here and say that I wish I had done things different when I was in college and even a year or two after but the fact of the matter is that I can't do that. I can't regret anything about the past because it's not going to get me anywhere. Sometimes I feel like I'm out here all alone and that I continue to tread water until the day I'm rescued. And I'm realizing that nobody is going to rescue me. The only person that is going to rescue me is ME. I feel lost, but at the same time know exactly where I am and exactly where I am going. It just seems complicated and more challenging than I honestly want to deal with. But that's what life is all about, right? I can shy away from those challenges and continue to stay where I am. Or, I can dive into the challenges head on realizing it is going to be crazy difficult but in the end I'll probably feel a lot better. After the first of the year I plan on searching for a new job. I mean AGGRESSIVELY searching for a new job. I have many concerns about that like most people would. But I could come up with a million excuses for the rest of my life on why it's going to suck searching for a job and  why I really don't want to do it. But if your going to spend 40+ hours a week at something, don't you think you should try and find something you enjoy? Try and go out there and challenge yourself a little more? Because that's what I think and when you wake up in the morning and you realize there is no room to grow anymore at the current job. And this is truly because I don't want to. I could move all the way up to store manager if I so pleased by I have no desire to. Not getting the corporate auditor position was a slap in the face and I truly belived it happened for a reason. Maybe it happened to tell me to GET OUT.  Anyhoo, A new year is upon me and I'm thinking it's going to be a pretty fabulous year. Because guess what? 2007 was a pretty fantastic year. It can only get better, right? We'll see...;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-353006622942592312?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/353006622942592312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=353006622942592312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/353006622942592312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/353006622942592312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/12/holiday-spirit.html' title='Holiday Spirit'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-2020917512333315243</id><published>2007-12-09T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T15:45:39.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit From a Brother</title><content type='html'>Trey comes into town in like an hour and a half. I'm so very excited as I really miss him. I thought he wasn't going to be able to come this year and so when he told me was I got SUPER EXCITED. I must prepare myself for a week of little sleep and lots of beer..haha. Yay Christmas Time.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-2020917512333315243?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/2020917512333315243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=2020917512333315243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/2020917512333315243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/2020917512333315243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/12/visit-from-brother.html' title='A Visit From a Brother'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-9027464008731722940</id><published>2007-12-04T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T16:34:54.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ski Dazzle</title><content type='html'>From about Wednesday of last week to about Sunday night of this week my life has been consumed by Ski Dazzle, which is held at the Convention Center in Los Angeles. It's a big ski show they have every year where a bunch of different vendors come in and sell their products at great prices and every ski resort from around the United States is there selling lift tickets and such. The Sports Authority was obviously one of the businesses there this year so I had to be in charge of a bunch of stuff since all the sales technically go to the store I work out. I've worked Sniagrab so I know what a big ski event is like. Our section was nothing like sniagrab. I mean no one's section is so I wasn't phased by much. However, because the section was so small it made the area cramped and a lot of messes and a lot of people in such a small area. Oh well, it's over finally. I got a ton of OT hours, but at one point would have given them all back had I not had to work that show. Overseeing the cashiers and the over all operational side of the show, which includes the most part..the money is or was somewhat stressful. Everything that could have possibly gone wrong the first day did and by that night I wanted to never set foot in that place again. As always, things came together as the weekend went on and it ended as quickly as it started. However, I'm still recovering from the long hours and lack of sleep. I continue to realize every year how physically demanding retail is..haha. Anyhoo, the busiest is month is on its way to being over and so that will be nice. I believe my bro is coming out next Sunday and then my dad and his wife for Christmas. It will be wonderful to see them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-9027464008731722940?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/9027464008731722940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=9027464008731722940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/9027464008731722940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/9027464008731722940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/12/ski-dazzle.html' title='Ski Dazzle'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-2786464738743648353</id><published>2007-11-25T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T19:30:23.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blackness Is Over</title><content type='html'>Black Friday is over with for 2007. I'm working what seems like a ton more hours this year at work. I didn't realize that being at work almost everyday would make me so tired. Thank God I live so close to work this year and do not have to drive that much back and forth. We have ski dazzle this week, which is a ski show at the convention center and somehow I was one of the manager's who was told I had to go. I really have no idea what I'll bing doing, but it will be more hours. :) Soon, this will all be over and maybe I'll be working as a mail carrier..haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-2786464738743648353?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/2786464738743648353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=2786464738743648353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/2786464738743648353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/2786464738743648353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/11/blackness-is-over.html' title='The Blackness Is Over'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-1061485237808487267</id><published>2007-11-21T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T20:19:07.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and I just wanted to wish a happy one to everyone. I'll be working hard for the money and then coming home and gearing up for the most dreaded day of the year for anyone that works in retail..:( I am promising myself as I do every year that I am out of this after the holidays. I have to be and there's nothing keeping me there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to take this opportunity and let me family and friends know how thankful I am for each and everyone of you. I know I will be by myself tomorrow but somehow just knowing that you are all out there makes me all warm and fuzzy..haha. Yes, having you here would be even better but I'll take what I can get.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that even though I dislike my job at least I have a job that gets me by. I have a roof over my head, food in my belly, and so much more that would take up way too much room on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;So, here's to another year of remembering the things I am thankful for and to wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-1061485237808487267?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/1061485237808487267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=1061485237808487267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/1061485237808487267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/1061485237808487267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-1490040765291804061</id><published>2007-11-18T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T12:32:36.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Realized...</title><content type='html'>The one thing among all other things that I've realized while leaving in Los Angeles is quite simple...UGGS will never ever go out of style and they are only meant for fashion. Yes, I know it's a life altering conclusion I came to but it had to be told....haha! Happy Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-1490040765291804061?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/1490040765291804061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=1490040765291804061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/1490040765291804061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/1490040765291804061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-realized.html' title='I&apos;ve Realized...'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-3083534281053920002</id><published>2007-11-11T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T14:06:37.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Ways Not To Piss Off Anyone Working In Retail During The Holidays</title><content type='html'>I work in retail as everyone knows. I have for quite sometime now. The holidays are always the worse. The holidays are suppose to be a time of love, happiness, and peace on Earth. But all they really end up being is a time of stress and frustration. Or, at least that's what I see in my customers and even in myself. So, I've come up with a list of how not to make people in retail mad during this holiday season. Most importantly, the list is more for how not to make ME mad during this holiday season..haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Read the return policy that usually prints out on the receipt from whatever store you go to. KEEP YOUR RECEIPT. I do not care if you know there is no way you will return it. I've learned that you  never ever know what could happen. You are less likely to get crap if you come into a store with a receipt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do not tell me or any other person in retail that you have been shopping in our store for years and you don't understand why we won't take something back that is over a year old and obviously been worn numerous times. Because guess what?..Your neighbor has probably been shopping in our store for years too and they probably wouldn't try and return something over a year old that was worn in mud, rain, poop, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Understand that we are not the ones who come up with the prices for things. We are not the ones who decide what is on sale an what isn't on sale. All that is generated from the corporate level and the customer needs to understand that in giant corporations they don't care if a customer complains that dunlop tennis balls are not on sale this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do not be rude to us. Now, if we are rude from the get go then by all means come back and be an ass. But do not start off being rude to us. That only makes us angry and will only  make you angrier than you already are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Finally, understand that we have families too and we have to do Christmas shopping as well. We want to be with our families and friends. So, do not stay in stores pass the closing times on Thanksgiving, Christmas Eve, and New Year's Eve. We have lives too even though it seems like those in retail don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-3083534281053920002?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/3083534281053920002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=3083534281053920002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/3083534281053920002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/3083534281053920002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/11/5-ways-not-to-piss-off-anyone-working.html' title='5 Ways Not To Piss Off Anyone Working In Retail During The Holidays'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-7859588742059773631</id><published>2007-11-05T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T17:56:46.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>It was another typical Monday. I rolled my ankle running down the stairs at work.  Another one of my good friends was transferred to another store.. Yuck!!  But even with those two things I still was feeling good, relaxed, and very much loved. I had an amazing weekend with a fantastic person and I can't wait for the future memories. :) It's starting to really get cold here. Well, at least "California" cold..haha. I like it when it is colder. Some people feel worse but I seem to feel better. Happy Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-7859588742059773631?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/7859588742059773631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=7859588742059773631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/7859588742059773631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/7859588742059773631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/11/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-3294871110210346504</id><published>2007-10-31T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T22:12:46.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy Happy</title><content type='html'>Happy Halloween To Everyone! I know it is almost over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to my friend Britt tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to my friend Abby on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you both very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a fun-filled and absolutely wonderful weekend ahead of me I am sure. A short work week is never a bad thing...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-3294871110210346504?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/3294871110210346504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=3294871110210346504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/3294871110210346504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/3294871110210346504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-happy-happy.html' title='Happy Happy Happy'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-2534646854993090063</id><published>2007-10-28T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T18:09:35.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Family Affair</title><content type='html'>My dad and Ann were in town for the past four days and it was extremely nice. As always, when family visits I feel so very good and I wish they were closer. We are heading into the busy holiday season and preparation at work so seeing them before it all is always a good thing. I feel calm and I am thankful that they visit me as much as they do and take care of me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-2534646854993090063?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/2534646854993090063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=2534646854993090063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/2534646854993090063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/2534646854993090063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/10/family-affair.html' title='A Family Affair'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-633586358626207218</id><published>2007-10-23T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T16:18:14.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Southern California Fire</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to take a moment to recognize those affected by the fire out here in Sourther California. Although, I am not in any danger and it doesn't necessarily directly affect me I see it in the sky, I smell it in the air, I can see it in the traffic, and I taste it everytime I breathe in. I've been watching the news since it has started and it continues to astonish me and just make me sad. My thoughts are with the victims and firefighters who are helping to abolish it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-633586358626207218?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/633586358626207218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=633586358626207218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/633586358626207218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/633586358626207218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/10/southern-california-fire.html' title='Southern California Fire'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-8273149192873602765</id><published>2007-10-21T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T11:33:33.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Night Out</title><content type='html'>I haven't had a girls night out in ages. But last night Jaimee, Britt, and I decided to tear up the town of manhattan beach..haha. Well, not really but we had fun. We started by watching the Buffs lose again and then continued on to some bars in Manhattan Beach. It was fun and refreshing. Every now and then you need to just let go and not worry about things. Not worry about money. Not worry about jobs and so on. I've been so emotionally drained for awhile now that to go out and just have a ball was just what I needed. I love my girls! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-8273149192873602765?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/8273149192873602765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=8273149192873602765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/8273149192873602765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/8273149192873602765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/10/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls Night Out'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-692629059141783518</id><published>2007-10-15T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T17:18:13.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>It feels like Fall outside. It's weird to say that since Southern Cal really doesn't experience season changes. But I guess it does to some degree. It could be that it feels like Fall or it just happens to be a colder day today. Either way, I like this weather. Some people say this weather makes them gloomy. It never does that to me. It makes me feel cozy. Very cozy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-692629059141783518?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/692629059141783518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=692629059141783518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/692629059141783518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/692629059141783518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/10/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-1147441633776840398</id><published>2007-10-11T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T17:16:27.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4am</title><content type='html'>So, we now get 4am trucks until after the holidays. This means whenever I have to do a 4am truck I have to get up at 3:15am. It's absolutely insane..haha. It's like the day after Thanksgiving over and over. It's going to suck come the time when we get trucks everyday. I don't have to do it everyday as there is another manager who will do it as well but right now I feel like complaining..haha. It's actually not that bad since I get home earlier but sometimes I just want to sleep in and it reminds me over and over again how non-glamorous this job is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-1147441633776840398?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/1147441633776840398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=1147441633776840398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/1147441633776840398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/1147441633776840398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/10/4am.html' title='4am'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-3819818570082011292</id><published>2007-10-08T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T18:29:39.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October</title><content type='html'>I always love the month of October. I don't know if it's because of Halloween or what. I don't do anything for Halloween anymore but it still excites me and is still a holiday I enjoy. I guess it might be the fact that I love scary movies and I think it is so fun to watch them and be scared. Especially, with other people who get freaked out..haha. I get a kick out of that. Number one rule to watching a scary movie is you have to turn the lights off.  Also, this month is good because my pops and my stepmom are coming out to visit. WOOHOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sorry I don't write much anymore and my blogs are lame..haha. I do not have as much to say anymore but I still get on here every now and then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-3819818570082011292?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/3819818570082011292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=3819818570082011292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/3819818570082011292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/3819818570082011292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/10/october.html' title='October'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-5754413253717651397</id><published>2007-10-05T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T16:13:06.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Urg</title><content type='html'>I wish I had been wiser with my money when I was younger. I wish that a lot lately. I think my life would be much easier and I wouldn't be so stressed. I'm willing to take the blame over and over but it still does suck. Moving out on my own has been awesome for me, but financially it's been pretty shitty. But the damage was done a long time ago. Especially, when I moved out to Los Angeles. Sucks!! That's all I can really say..IT JUST SUCKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-5754413253717651397?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/5754413253717651397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=5754413253717651397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/5754413253717651397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/5754413253717651397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/10/urg.html' title='Urg'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-2044705463435330323</id><published>2007-09-30T09:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T09:11:29.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Buffs</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, the Buffaloes beat the #4 Oklahoma Sooners. It was absolutely crazy people. They won by a field goal with about 2 seconds left in the game. I'm amazed at how they were down and ended up coming back to win the game. I was at the bar in Manhattan Beach that I usually watch it at and the bar went absolutely nuts. It's so cheesy that I still get chills everytime I hear or sing the CU fight song. I really do bleed black and gold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-2044705463435330323?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/2044705463435330323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=2044705463435330323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/2044705463435330323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/2044705463435330323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/09/go-buffs.html' title='Go Buffs'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-4495656228289743204</id><published>2007-09-21T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T17:40:23.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Years Later</title><content type='html'>Today marks my 3 year anniversary since arriving in LA!! WOOO!! Can you believe it? I sure as hell can't. I remember moving here and thinking I wouldn't even be able to last a year. And yet, somehow I did and I've done well. 3 years in a place is pretty good. It kind of makes me think about where else I might want to move in the coming years. Honestly, there is no rush but after moving from Colorado I really feel like I could go anywhere. Anyhoo, LA has been and continues to be good to and for me. I really do enjoy it. Today we did extremely well on the audit and right now it is raining. I think there might be only one thing that could make this day any better..hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-4495656228289743204?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/4495656228289743204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=4495656228289743204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/4495656228289743204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/4495656228289743204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/09/3-years-later.html' title='3 Years Later'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-7257573511600529078</id><published>2007-09-17T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T16:55:48.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>The definition of love according to Biomatch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The affinity experienced between two people who are naturally able and willing to tune into one another's emotional, intellectual, and physical states - and respond to them in a nurturing and a stimulating way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..sounds like I'm in love. Are you? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-7257573511600529078?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/7257573511600529078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=7257573511600529078' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/7257573511600529078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/7257573511600529078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/09/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-8751802328875508809</id><published>2007-09-13T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T16:18:23.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Content</title><content type='html'>I feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very exciting weekend ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall share more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-8751802328875508809?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/8751802328875508809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=8751802328875508809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/8751802328875508809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/8751802328875508809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/09/content.html' title='Content'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-3401002411806199877</id><published>2007-09-09T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T11:27:44.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>America's Next Top Model</title><content type='html'>So, I've come to realize how much I like reality television again. I mean, I've always been a sucke for it but lately I haven't been watching much of it. Well, this weekend I found myself watching repeat episodes of "America's Next Top Model." It's a ridiculous show, but the way the girls act makes me laugh and I can't seem to withdraw my eyes from the screen. I know, it seems pathetic at times, but I believe I am allowed to indulge myself in a little bit of trash television every now and then. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-3401002411806199877?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/3401002411806199877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=3401002411806199877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/3401002411806199877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/3401002411806199877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/09/americas-next-top-model.html' title='America&apos;s Next Top Model'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-4590956679875295070</id><published>2007-09-05T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T20:42:04.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Is Where The Heart Is</title><content type='html'>I went to Colorado this past weekend for a dear friend's  wedding. I want to first say I am sorry that I wasn't able to see anyone while I was there except for those that were involved with the wedding. It was a short trip and rather than possibly only getting to see a few people I just chose on my down time to hang with the fam. And there wasn't even much down time. It wouldn't have been fair to see only some of you. So, I plan to do my best to visit in April and hopefully be able to spend the time with you that you all deserve.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the wedding was absolutely wonderful. I mean the whole weekend was really. Nick and Heather were absolutely stunning and so in love that you can't help but admire it. They had their wedding at the Hotel Boulderado in Boulder and I realized how much there will always be a little piece of me and my heart in Boulder. I love that place. I was able to cetch up with some old friends that were at the wedding and it felt really good. I mean it really felt good. It felt good to look back at my past with these people and appreciate that they are still in my life and always will be. As I watched Nick at his wedding I couldn't help but be overwhelmed with so many emotions. I mean I am just so happy for the big guy. My big guy! To be through so much with a person and to see how they have grown is really quite amazing. I wish he and his new wifey the best of luck.&lt;br /&gt;Being in Colorado this time made me realize how much I never want to forget where I came from. And how much I truly do love Colorado. It's a beautiful place with so many wonderful memories that I couldnt' help but be nostalgic. But I felt good. I still feel good about it. I think you have to be away from a place for a little while to truly be able to appreciate it. Maybe it took me almost 3 years to realize it but I really do adore it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-4590956679875295070?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/4590956679875295070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=4590956679875295070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/4590956679875295070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/4590956679875295070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/09/home-is-where-heart-is.html' title='Home Is Where The Heart Is'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-4555026086232667577</id><published>2007-08-26T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T20:34:37.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desire</title><content type='html'>It's pretty amazing when you desire something or someone.  It's even more amazing when you, yourself are desired. It feels good. And sometimes it feels so good that every worry and concern seems to melt away for a brief moment in time. Yes..I enjoy desire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-4555026086232667577?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/4555026086232667577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=4555026086232667577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/4555026086232667577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/4555026086232667577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/08/desire.html' title='Desire'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-1733378430387587948</id><published>2007-08-22T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T17:19:20.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>I hate it when my body finally just gives up on me. And then my insides explode and my face kind of blows up as well. I should probably take the advice of a friend and go see a doctor but I always think this shit will pass. Urg. It's amazing what stress can do to your body. I hope everyone else is healthy out there. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-1733378430387587948?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/1733378430387587948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=1733378430387587948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/1733378430387587948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/1733378430387587948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/08/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-5039641935305593261</id><published>2007-08-19T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T18:24:25.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Scorcho</title><content type='html'>Wow! It is blazing hot outside. I'm so glad I went to the beach yesterday and for once actually got full body in the ocean. I usually just stick my feet in the water and that is it. But yesterday wasa different. I knew that I had to get into the water for sure yesterday..haha. It was a good weekend as it was one of my best friend's birthday on Saturday. We had a weekend full of drinking, laughing, talking, and very little sleep. I will recover all week from it for sure. We were audited on Friday and I did the worse I've ever done on the audit, but I knew that would happen with the new auditor. And the only thing I have to say about her is that she really is not a very nice person and it has nothing to do with her getting the job and me not. I gave her a chance and within 2 hours realized she was a bitch and extremely unprofessional. So, anyway I've decided not to let it get to me. It is what it is and we just have to deal with it. Other than that my life is pretty boring, but I kind of like it like that. Oh and I lost my voicec and my throat is killing me. POOR ME! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-5039641935305593261?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/5039641935305593261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=5039641935305593261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/5039641935305593261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/5039641935305593261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/08/el-scorcho.html' title='El Scorcho'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-6200631396898837072</id><published>2007-08-16T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T15:55:31.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the point?</title><content type='html'>What's the point of letting work stress you out? Seriously, what is the point of letting "my job" stress me out? It's totally and completely not worth it. Things are going to be how they are. I can do all that I can do and it still may not be enough but I have to be okay with it. We have a new auditor, a bit of a new audit, and just other things at work and I've been so stressed all week. I mean out of my head at times. I've come to realize that it's not worth my health. At the end of the day I'm going to go home and still be the same person I was and am. There are many reasons why I'm frustrated with the job and probably a lot has to do with not getting the promotion, but that isn't even all of it anymore. Hmm...I think I want to be a mailman..haha. I'M SERIOUS!!! Everytime I see UPS, FEDEX, or USPS I just think about how cool it would be. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-6200631396898837072?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/6200631396898837072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=6200631396898837072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/6200631396898837072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/6200631396898837072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/08/whats-point.html' title='What&apos;s the point?'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-969310493664455219</id><published>2007-08-12T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T18:21:03.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Tahoe and a Wedding</title><content type='html'>So, I just got back from a weekend and wedding in Lake Tahoe for a very dear old friend of mine from college. Beautiful Scenery. Beautiful Wedding. Beautiful People. Tahoe is absolutely gorgeous and I am so grateful that I've had the opportunity to go to some breathtaking places this summer. The people I knew at the wedding I honestly hadn't seen for like 3 years. It was amazing to see all of them again and reminisce about the past and learn about the present. As ridiculous as it is to say we all have come into our own and honestly have grown up. I love weddings. It would take a lot for me not to enjoy a wedding. One of the things I love about weddings is that it brings the past back together again. And it gives you the opportunity for a moment to relive some of the glorious moments you had with these people. And it also reminds you of the fact that just because you do not see the people, or talk to the people a lot, they still hold a very dear place in your heart. It was a fabulous weekend and I'm so thankful Nicci let me be a part of it. I'm extremely happy and excited for Nicci and Jim. I was there at the beginning of it all and it's amazing to see what has become of them. Their love is something to admire and something I most definitely hope for. Cheers to you Nicci and Jim! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-969310493664455219?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/969310493664455219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=969310493664455219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/969310493664455219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/969310493664455219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/08/lake-tahoe-and-wedding.html' title='Lake Tahoe and a Wedding'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-6461462621685100924</id><published>2007-08-01T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T21:23:31.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So You Think You Can Dance</title><content type='html'>This season I have become a ginormous fan of the reality show,  "So You Think You Can Dance." For those of you who haven't ever watched the show it is a lot like "American Idol" only with dancing obviously. I find it better than "American Idol." I think the talent that lies within each one of these dances is absolutely astounding. Because they aren't just staying with the "one" genre of dance they are use to. They are handed a number of styles of dance and they have to make it work. Yes, "American Idol" does something similar, but singing to me is different than dancing. And that just might be my own personal opinion. Anyway, I have developed a new love and respect for contemporary dancing. It's probably the most emotional type of dancing there is.  Tonight, I found myself in tears because  one of the contemporary dances  was literally so beautiful and touching. And this isn't the first time that I been brought to tears. I know it's completely cheesy of me, but anyone who knows me knows that I love love LOVE to dance. The show is fantastic!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-6461462621685100924?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/6461462621685100924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=6461462621685100924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/6461462621685100924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/6461462621685100924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-you-think-you-can-dance.html' title='So You Think You Can Dance'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-5654472791453035290</id><published>2007-07-28T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T18:40:12.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I live in LA</title><content type='html'>I'm always amazed at peoples reactions when I tell them I live in Los Angeles. It doesn't matter who it is. A lot of the reactions are the same everytime. I don't want to say I get looked at negatively, but I get the common question usually, "Why would you want to live in LA?" I think LA in general tends to carry a negative stereotype about it, which to some degree I can understand with how it is defined in the media. But, I mean give me a flipping break. Not everyone in LA is how the media portrays them. And what ends up happening is I feel like I end up defending myself to people I don't even know. People I may never see again. It's just stupid that I feel I have to do that. I mean there are stereotypes everywhere. I stereotype people and places as well. But I guess when you get the same negative reaction over and over it can get kind of irritating. I admit, you have to be a certain type of person to live in LA. I've never been able to truly define what type of person that is. But the thing I know is that I am that type of person. LA is my kind of place. It's totally different from where I grew up and even where I went to college. To me, that is why I love this place. It seems to be the perfect place for me and the age I'm at right now. So, one time I am just hoping that when I tell somebody that I live in LA that for once they will respond with, "Wow, LA!! That's pretty cool!" YEAH RIGHT! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-5654472791453035290?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/5654472791453035290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=5654472791453035290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/5654472791453035290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/5654472791453035290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-live-in-la.html' title='I live in LA'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-8968344301418520087</id><published>2007-07-26T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T19:59:04.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NetFlix</title><content type='html'>I finally got with the times and signed up for Netflix. I mean my roommate had it in the past and I didn't have a tv and so on and so it was never worth it I guess. But this week I got cable set up and I signed up for Netflix. It has been a good week in the hold entertainment world..haha. I, finally have everything put away for the most part in my apartment. I need to put up some posters in my room and most importantly I need to get some furniture. I have a kitchen table and chairs and that's it for the most part. I'm sitting in a camping chair right now..LOL. But furniture is expensive and it's also something that I want to take time to look for. Anyway, this week I'll go shopping for a couch at least and hopefully find myself a good deal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-8968344301418520087?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/8968344301418520087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=8968344301418520087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/8968344301418520087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/8968344301418520087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/07/netflix.html' title='NetFlix'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-1414030396806834258</id><published>2007-07-22T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T19:48:24.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not That Bad Actually</title><content type='html'>So, my first week or I should say few days back at work actually weren't that bad. Fortunately, nothing too catastrophic happened while I was gone and the managers(one in particular) were able to hold down the fort while I was gone. It's always nice to come back to things being in not that bad of shape. I had had this fear that I was going to come back to a complete mess and end up flipping out the rest of the week. However, I was pleasantly surprised. :) My apartment is coming along very nicely. I just have a few little things to put away and some posters or what have you to put up. I do need furniture though and so my apartment looks pretty bare right now. I think I'll go shopping for at least a sofa next weekend. Things sure do add up when you live on your own. Everybody and their mom probably knows that the final Harry Potter book came out this weekend. I've kept myself occupied with that most of the day today. I always forget how much I love reading. I read two books while in Alaska and now I'm reading Harry Potter, which I'll be done with in the next couple days I'm sure. I've decided that book stores have become my new favorite place. I keep finding books there that have been recommended to me and then I see books on my own that I want. I could spend hours in a book store. Not to mention a ton of money as well. It's peaceful in and outside my place. It's a nice feeling of calmness. One that I haven't felt in awhile. Anyhoo, not much more to report here. Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-1414030396806834258?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/1414030396806834258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=1414030396806834258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/1414030396806834258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/1414030396806834258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/07/not-that-bad-actually.html' title='Not That Bad Actually'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-3618399244619798550</id><published>2007-07-16T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T16:20:56.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Interviews and NOTHING..But at least I got to go to Alaska! :)</title><content type='html'>Let me first say that I did not get the job I had been interviewing for since like the beginning of May. She called me on Tuesday morning to break the bad news to me. I immediately knew by the tone of her voice that I did not get it. When I hung up the phone I cried for a good while. I mean I just couldn't believe it I guess. But, I looked over and had my best friend there hugging me and letting me cry. And then I looked out the window and saw the shoreline and a bald eagle 10 yards from our hotel porch and thought, "Jesus, I'm in flipping Alaska. It doesn't get much better than this. I'll put this aside for now." So, that's what I did. I put all the worry and sadness with the job away for the rest of my trip. I had a few minor moments where I'd get down about something but then I'd see a whale or a moose or a bear in the tree outside the window of the restroom and I'd be okay. :) But now I am back and feeling sad and extremely disappointed about the whole thing. It's going to take a little bit of time for me to get over it. Going back to work and having to explain that I didn't get the job I had hoped for for so long doesn't sound too appealing right now. But it is what it is. I know my bitterness will fade after awhile but for now it is very much in the front of my mind. :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, SO ALASKA!!! YES..&gt;FLIPPING ALASKA!! It was ABSOLUTELY PERFECT. It was nothing short of an adventure. My friend's family took such good care of me and did so much for me on this trip that I don't even know how to begin to thank them. We saw everything we could possibly see in a week long trip. We saw glaciers, bald eagles, whales, puffins, seals, and my favorite BEARS!!!! We saw bears people! Bears that were literally 5 or 10 yards away from us at a time. And I am not talking about bears in a zoo or anything. I mean these are bears walking around Katmai National Forest. It was unbelievable. We drove from Anchorage to Homer to Seward and back up to Anchorage. We then took a charter plane to King Salmon and a mini plane to Brooks Lodge. It was absolutely breathtaking. We tooks two boat tours in which one day we specifically when whale watching and then another day we saw everything from glaciers to murrs, which are birds that resemble penguins. I had some of the best fish I'd ever had, which I usually do not even have fish. The hotel accomodations were astounding and I just can't say enough about the whole trip. I could go on and on about the details of the trip, but that would take up a lot of my blog. :) And most importantly, I was able to spend it with my best friend who is so very near and dear to me....I go back to work on Wednesday, which might be the worst day ever..haha, but it is what it is. Everything will pass and I will get back into my routine again. Man...ALASKA!! What an amazing adventure and dream vacation! Oh, and once I get some pictures together I will post a few on here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-3618399244619798550?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/3618399244619798550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=3618399244619798550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/3618399244619798550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/3618399244619798550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/07/5-interviews-and-nothingbut-at-least-i.html' title='5 Interviews and NOTHING..But at least I got to go to Alaska! :)'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-5048165456002077933</id><published>2007-07-04T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T17:30:32.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Here....</title><content type='html'>I leave for Alaska on Saturday morning. I cannot wait! It's finally starting to hit me. We or well my best friend and her family have been planning this trip for over a year. ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC!! Of course I can't seem to relax right now. My apartment is still a mess and I'm stressing out about whether I'm going to get this promotion or not. I doubt they will tell me in the next two days what the verdict is and that means I might have to hear about it on my vacation, which could be good and possibly bad. Urg...I just want it so bad and I know I could do such a fabulous job. I have the support of so many people and I just don't know how far that carries me. I've had five interviews and I'm just keeping my fingers crossed. OH BOTHER! Anyway, I won't be writing obviously because I'll be in Alaska. Miss you all! Oh, and I got to see my girl Mande yesterday. WOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-5048165456002077933?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/5048165456002077933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=5048165456002077933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/5048165456002077933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/5048165456002077933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/07/almost-here.html' title='Almost Here....'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-2612981184031655507</id><published>2007-07-02T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T17:13:49.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my niece</title><content type='html'>This past weekend I saw my niece for the first time. She is absolutely precious. She's a total ham and her personality is adorable. I had seen so many pictures of her, but to see her in person was a whole different world. I get nervous around kids. I don't feel I'm very good with them, but as the weekend went on I got a little more comfortable with her and I couldn't keep my hands off of her..haha. I hope I get to see her and my bro very soon. It was a quick weekend up in the old San Francisco area, but it was well worth it. And, when I was in the security check out line I looked up and Seal was standing right by me. And then two minutes later the security people took my gel and my perfume because they were liquid..OOPSS..haha! I had totally forgotten about that. I always check my bag, but not this time since it was such a short trip....Today, I had my fifth interview for the job I am trying to get. I have no idea and no hunches if I will get it. Everyone please just be thinking about me and sending good thoughts my way. It is something I truly want and have worked extremely hard for. On Saturday I'll be heading to Alaska for a week long excursion with my best friend. I cannot wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-2612981184031655507?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/2612981184031655507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=2612981184031655507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/2612981184031655507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/2612981184031655507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-love-my-niece.html' title='I love my niece'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-1455795708828443929</id><published>2007-06-28T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T19:36:47.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow night I am going to get to see my niece for the very first time ever. Not to mention I'll be seeing my bro and his wife as well. It will be a short trip but very well worth it. I feel so much better than I did on Sunday night. YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-1455795708828443929?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/1455795708828443929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=1455795708828443929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/1455795708828443929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/1455795708828443929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/06/yay.html' title='YAY!'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-1005064206927683090</id><published>2007-06-24T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T18:04:39.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>So, today I pretty much finished moving all my stuff over to my new place. With the help of Reggie(the machine) yesterday and Erin today it was a pretty smooth move. All that's left are a few odds and ends and then cleaning the place up. Moving, in general just sucks. First off, it's physically exhausting and a lot of times it doesn't even hit you till two days later that you just moved box after box and walked up and down stairs all weekend and week. And second, it's an emotional thing as well. I loved our place now and it's the first place that I've lived at for more than a year. A lot of memories and goodtimes were experienced here. We definitely lucked out with this one. However, I understand that we all need to move on and there will be new memories at my new place and even other's places as well. I think I've been on such an emotional rollercoaster the past month that I have so many mixed emotions about the whole thing. I've been running on anxiety, sadness, being hurt, being anxious, and so on for the past month that I don't know how to even relax..haha. What is crazy is that I go on vacation in two weeks. On July 7th, I am headed to Alaska with one of my best friends. And as I have said before, I see my niece for the first time next weekend. WOOHOO!! I still do not know about the job promotion and I'm not sure when I will know. But, I still have a job now, a roof over my head, friends and family who love me, and my health. Even through the drama and the tears I'm grateful for it all. June is almost over and it's crazy how time flies. We are in to summer now and a lot will be happening. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-1005064206927683090?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/1005064206927683090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=1005064206927683090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/1005064206927683090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/1005064206927683090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/06/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-5525358326111497532</id><published>2007-06-20T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T12:10:28.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breast :)</title><content type='html'>Okay, so today I was thinking about boobs at work. HAHAH..yes, I know you are all wondering why on earth I was thinking about them. Allow me to explain! I am a woman obviously. I have large breasts and I'm very proud of them. Anyone who knows me knows I love them...haha. Anyway, working in a Sporting Goods store I get a lot of questions from women and even men at times about sport bras. And it occurred to me today when I was talking to a lady about a sports bra how much I talk about boobs at work on a daily basis..haha. And what's even funnier is how completely natural it seems to be to myself and everyone else. The best is when you get men who are buying for their wife, girlfriend, sister, daugther and so on. Because they base everything on the way my breast look. And so when you are talking to them they aren't staring at anything else but your boobs...haha. You get occassional responses like, "Well, she's well stacked." Or, "Her breasts are really big."..HAHA!! I usually refrain from laughing but always smile because you can see the awkardness in the faces of these men. Women are a different story. We talk about our boobs freely and we compare and we discuss it. It's completely natural for us. But yes...that is what I thought about today at work. It has made me giggle all day. And it is extremely fascinating to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-5525358326111497532?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/5525358326111497532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=5525358326111497532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/5525358326111497532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/5525358326111497532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/06/breats.html' title='Breast :)'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-8337635299839070373</id><published>2007-06-18T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T19:25:43.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Time</title><content type='html'>I am in much need of a vacation. I need to get out of here for awhile. I need to just escape my mind for a bit if that makes any sense. In about three weeks I'll be off to Alaska with my best friend and it couldn't have come at a better time. I am so tired and need and want to relax. Oh bother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-8337635299839070373?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/8337635299839070373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=8337635299839070373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/8337635299839070373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/8337635299839070373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/06/vacation-time.html' title='Vacation Time'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-3383575195857027731</id><published>2007-06-14T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T19:23:42.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhat Calm</title><content type='html'>So....this week I finally found a place to live. Today I signed the lease for my new place and dropped off a ginormous check to them. The place is tiny with royal blue carpet. It doesn't have a dishwasher or a microwave. But honestly, I do not care. It's a one bedroom, which is good because I was originally looking at studios to save money, but I couldn't stand not having two different rooms. This place has everything I need for ME. If you ever saw our place now this new place is kind of a step down..haha. We really lucked out with the place we are at right now, but all good things must come to an end. :)&lt;br /&gt;I had my THIRD interview today for the auditor position. I asked him when we might know who got the job and it seems that nobody has an answer for me. I believe that it went well. It's always a little rocky at first, but once I get into it I am okay. My manager told me he was told it went very well, but you never really know. I am just staying positive on the whole thing because given the opportunity I know I would do an outstanding job. There's no doubt in my mind about this.&lt;br /&gt;I worked six days this week and I am looking forward to sleeping in on Saturday. I haven't really been able to sleep in the past month due to my levels of stress and also being somewhat depressed. I feel better about things in general. I'm not over anything by any means but I have come to terms with certain things. It's not easy to mend a broken heart but with time it actually does get a little bit easier. And you start to look at things more rationally and just seem to be able to focus on the positive of the past a little better. I still wish things could have gone a different way, but I know in the end there's no way they could have. And whether I believe it now..all of this has happened for a reason. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-3383575195857027731?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/3383575195857027731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=3383575195857027731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/3383575195857027731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/3383575195857027731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/06/somewhat-calm.html' title='Somewhat Calm'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-1383092788645669228</id><published>2007-06-09T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T21:41:23.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes You Think About Good People</title><content type='html'>Today, I visited my friend at Veterans Park, which is located by my house. She had done the "Aids Ride" from San Francisco to Los Angeles and the closing ceremonies ended up being right by  my  house. It was a quick visit as I saw her for about a half hour and then she went to be with her family. Nonetheless, it was good to see a friendly face, especially these days. Before all the riders rode in I stood observing everything and all the people surrounding me. There were all walks of life there. There were blacks, gays, mexican, lesbians, and so on. Everyone came together for the same reason. To support someone they knew in the ride and for many of them to remember someone who had passed due to AIDS or was currently living with it. It was inspiring to say the least. There were families and loved ones everywhere. There were couples and friends and even though I was by myself it was so very refreshing to see and be surrounded by. The whole thing really puts things into perspective. I've had a very rough three weeks. And my stresses continue to add up. But when you go to something like this event and you see the people and you hear the stories suddenly these things in your life or my life seem so small. As I had one of my many breakdowns with my mother today she said to me, "Blair, this is not a tragedy. It feels like it, but it's not a tragedy." And she is right..completely right. If it wasn't this it would be something else and things could be so much worse. Things will always eventually fall into place. It might be at the very last minute possible but they always fall into place. Until another thing comes along and cetches you off guard. That's just how life is and that is how we grow as individuals. There's a light at the end of the tunnel. Even if I can't see it at all..I know it is there. ..And I know this blog is my ramblings and that it may not make sense but that's how my mind is working these days. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-1383092788645669228?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/1383092788645669228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=1383092788645669228' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/1383092788645669228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/1383092788645669228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/06/makes-you-think-about-good-people.html' title='Makes You Think About Good People'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-3172103166316940114</id><published>2007-06-06T17:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T17:38:37.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tribe Has Spoken</title><content type='html'>Woo..I did not get picked for jury duty. I don't know how but through my earth shattering eyes they were able to tell that I would be of no importance to the case..haha..JK! One stress down and God only knows how many more to go. Tomorrow I have my second phone interview for the auditor position. It's actually with a lady who I knew back in Colorado when I worked for Garts. She was our auditor at the time, however, I never had her audit me because I moved to California before that happened. Needless to say, she remember me on the phone and so maybe that will be good in the end. Who really knows though? I have my heart set on a place that I faxed my application to on Saturday, but when I called then AGAIN today they told me I was second in line for it. I'm kind of bummed even though I don't know the outcome of it yet. More than likely, I will not get the apartment. I'm a tad stressed about it. I might have to change my location, which I will just have to deal with when all is said and done. But damn..this place was so perfect for me. I feel a little better than I have the past couple weeks. I still wish for things and keep running things through my head but overall I feel better. I mean I have to, right? Keep your fingers crossed for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-3172103166316940114?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/3172103166316940114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=3172103166316940114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/3172103166316940114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/3172103166316940114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/06/tribe-has-spoken.html' title='The Tribe Has Spoken'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-2917573010293682016</id><published>2007-06-03T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T12:45:36.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday...It is never a good day.</title><content type='html'>I have never really enjoyed Sundays. I am not sure if it is because I have to work the next five days and I know that Mondays are always hectic and annoying. Or maybe it's just because it's the day where I seem to think the most. As everyone can see from reading my last few blogs, the last two weeks haven't been my best ones. This weekend was the hardest of the past couple weeks and that's because with certain circumstances I have nothing to hold onto anymore. However, my friends have been great this weekend and in some way made me hang out with them...haha. Well, they didn't make me I could have easily said no, but I know at this time and pretty much anytime it is good to be around the people you love and who love you in return. And I am thanking each of them for taking me in this weekend and making me smile and laugh and reminding me that there are WAY WAY worse things that could be wrong. But still, the sadness and the confusion seems to be lingering. I can't wait for a month to be over or something when I feel a little better. I have an exciting time ahead of me. I get to probably see my bro, my sister and law, and my niece for the very first time at the end of the month. I am going to Alaska with one of my very best friends at the beginning of July. And I get to attend weddings of two very important and inspiring people in my life. So, there are things to look forward to. Things to make me smile. I want to snap out of all of this. I want to not feel the way I do now, but I know that it will take time. I just do not have the patience for it..haha. Anyway, tomorrow I have to go see if I get picked for Jury Duty..haha. I don't know if that is a good thing or a bad thing. Not having to go to work on a Monday for once is appealing but sitting in a courtroom all day waiting to see if you are picked doesn't sound that fun. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-2917573010293682016?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/2917573010293682016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=2917573010293682016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/2917573010293682016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/2917573010293682016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/06/sundayit-is-never-good-day.html' title='Sunday...It is never a good day.'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-4467374133968314706</id><published>2007-05-31T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T15:58:50.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Takes Time</title><content type='html'>I feel a little better than I did last week and at the beginning of this week. I think it just will take some extra time. I, originally had tomorrow off but plans have changed so I decided to go on and work. I kind of wish I had kept the day off and used it to relax, but extra money never hurts a person. I've been thinking a lot about things that have happened these past couple weeks and even things that have happened in the past year. I wish things could have gone a different way. I wish maybe I could have breathed more with certain situations and not gotten so wrapped up in them. I think it created a pressure and an intensity that didn't need to happen. At least not for awhile. I started focusing so much on the future and it kind of intensified the situation. I wish I could have one more chance just see if things could go somewhat differently. I may have the same result, but at least we could see.  I am slowly coming to terms with things and I feel as if I get a tad better everyday. I want this person in my life forever. And if that means we are just friends, then I am truly okay with that. My life is better because of these past six months and this one truly incredible person. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-4467374133968314706?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/4467374133968314706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=4467374133968314706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/4467374133968314706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/4467374133968314706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-takes-time.html' title='It Takes Time'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-5199293508138136802</id><published>2007-05-28T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T16:37:33.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>Congrats to my dad on his rockin run in the Bolder Boulder! Well done Pops!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my life, there's nothing more to say then I just lost what seemed so perfect to me and was for the first time in reach. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chin up though. Chin up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-5199293508138136802?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/5199293508138136802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=5199293508138136802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/5199293508138136802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/5199293508138136802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-memorial-day.html' title='Happy Memorial Day'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-1215117773189767426</id><published>2007-05-25T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T20:19:06.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better</title><content type='html'>The work week is finally over and I have to say I'm very happy about it. It's been an emotionally challenging week and it's exhausted me. Not to mention we were audited on Thursday and I'm waiting for the next step with the possible job. I'm not sure what I shall do this weekend, but once again try and relax. Next week will be a four day week and I will be having a visitor. Someone who I can't wait to see and see where this adventure takes us. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-1215117773189767426?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/1215117773189767426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=1215117773189767426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/1215117773189767426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/1215117773189767426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/05/better.html' title='Better'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-1718251636715316062</id><published>2007-05-21T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T20:00:51.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Broken Heart</title><content type='html'>Last night my heart was broken by someone I love. Today my heart was broken again. I've never felt the way I feel right now and I can't believe I am so completely crushed. I gave my heart and soul to someone and in the end it seemed to have backfired on me. Thank you to all of you who have listened to me and been there for me. Even in this state of just crapiness I feel blessed to have you all. Oh, and for those of you who I don't talk to please do not worry. I will be fine! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-1718251636715316062?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/1718251636715316062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=1718251636715316062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/1718251636715316062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/1718251636715316062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/05/broken-heart.html' title='A Broken Heart'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-8545295910442069042</id><published>2007-05-18T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T16:44:53.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I have written. My dad visited me last week and then my brother has been here all week. He left this morning, which is always a weird and lonely feeling. I've been overwhelmed for awhile with looking for a new place to live and also possibly getting a huge promotion at my work. I have a phone interview on Monday for a Regional Auditor position for the Sports Authority. I'd actually be at the corporate level and that is something I never thought possible for me. I'd travel all of Southern California, Vegas, and Hawaii. I'm trying not to get my hopes up for the position but it's hard not to because it's something I really and truly want. It seems that I have some important people on my side on the whole thing and that is comforting. Phone interviews are hard and it doesn't help that I haven't had a voice really for the past couple weeks. I plan on sleeping all weekend if at all possible..haha. Anyway, for as stressed and tired as I am it was awesome to see my dad and bro. I miss them as always and they remind me of where I came from and who I am. It's refreshing and I need it every now and then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-8545295910442069042?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/8545295910442069042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=8545295910442069042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/8545295910442069042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/8545295910442069042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/05/long-time.html' title='Long Time'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-7641520120920243832</id><published>2007-05-08T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T18:54:30.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Birthday Over With</title><content type='html'>Cinco De Blair was a success as it always is!! It's always a good day because I hear from people I haven't heard from in awhile and the birthday messages always make my day! THANK YOU!! This year seemed much more relaxed than years past. It's like every year "birthdays" become less and less of a "big event." And I realized this year that I'm okay with that. I'm okay with having my few closest friends with me, rather than, a ginormous group that you really don't even get to talk to. Fortunately, my good friend Reggie spent the day with me where he treated me to birthday pancakes, helped me find a shirt for my tie, drank vodka slurpees, and then treated me to a grilled cheese at Cafe 50's. Later, Mike and Britt came over and we drank and listened to music before we went out. The Circle Bar was packed, but not as bad as usual. And More played great tunes and I was all over the place!! It was good time!! Next year may not be a big party but it will still always be CINCO DE BLAIR! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-7641520120920243832?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/7641520120920243832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=7641520120920243832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/7641520120920243832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/7641520120920243832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/05/another-birthday-over-with.html' title='Another Birthday Over With'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-7007810663109095084</id><published>2007-05-02T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T20:09:47.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco De Blair</title><content type='html'>It's approaching fast people!! Can you believe it? I'm going to be 27 years-old!! What does it all mean?...haha!! If you all want you can fly in to LaLa Land and come party with me and a few peeps and make fun of me..haha!! Anyway, I feel good!! Oh, my niece turned 1 year old on Monday!! And my mom turns (blank) on May 6th. She'd be mad if I revealed her real age...haha. Okay.. MISS YOU ALL!! And yes, I know it is self-absorbed to post a bulletin about my birthday! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-7007810663109095084?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/7007810663109095084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=7007810663109095084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/7007810663109095084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/7007810663109095084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/05/cinco-de-blair.html' title='Cinco De Blair'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-6128841921083214306</id><published>2007-04-27T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T20:20:12.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But You Asked Me A Question</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday I went to the dentist for my six months cleaning session. I always get the same hygenist and to be completely honest she kind of annoys me a little bit. I still have my dentist up in Canoga Park where I use to work just because I rarely go and it's just easier to keep it there. Anyway, she found out when I first started going there that I worked for The Sports Authority. She use to come in all the time while I was working and would ask me random questions about swimming suits and ask me to give her discounts everytime. It drove me crazy!! Well, I can deal with all of that as it is just how it is. But one of the things she does that absolutely annoys me is she will ask me a question when she has some type of dentist like tool in my mouth and when I go to answer her she yells at me for talking. But..But...you asked me a question you crazy lady!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-6128841921083214306?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/6128841921083214306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=6128841921083214306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/6128841921083214306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/6128841921083214306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/04/but-you-asked-me-question.html' title='But You Asked Me A Question'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-1568547234511826801</id><published>2007-04-22T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T20:40:33.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weather Is Gray and So Am I</title><content type='html'>I feel down today!! And not necessarily down as just stressed about so many different things in my life. I guess that is the typical way to feel the older  you get. OMG!! I'm going to be 27 years old...hahaha!!! I don't feel like I should be that old. I don't feel like I should be worried about money, bills, careers, relationships, and so on. But I am and I probably always will be as that is just who I am. Keep your fingers crossed that we find a place to live ASAP! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-1568547234511826801?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/1568547234511826801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=1568547234511826801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/1568547234511826801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/1568547234511826801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/04/weather-is-gray-and-so-am-i.html' title='The Weather Is Gray and So Am I'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-1520335330939425092</id><published>2007-04-20T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:04:12.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4/20</title><content type='html'>In light of recent events I don't think it would be appropriate to post one of my pointless blogs. I think there are more important things we should be reading and thinking about at this time and especially on this day! My thoughts are with all the people I don't know and who may be suffering with the events of the other and the events of the past!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-1520335330939425092?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/1520335330939425092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=1520335330939425092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/1520335330939425092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/1520335330939425092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/04/420.html' title='4/20'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-772591488436121801</id><published>2007-04-18T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T20:48:20.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OOHH SOMETHING'S GOT ME SO EXCITED BABY</title><content type='html'>Okay, so let's just bring the song, "All Night Long" by Mary Jane Girls back to our ears!! Seriously, it's the smoothest and coolest song!! It makes you want to sit with a cocktail in hand, but at the same time you want to shake your ass a bit!!! OHHHH SOMETHING'S GOT ME SO EXCITED BABY!!!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-772591488436121801?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/772591488436121801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=772591488436121801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/772591488436121801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/772591488436121801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/04/oohh-somethings-got-me-so-excited-baby.html' title='OOHH SOMETHING&apos;S GOT ME SO EXCITED BABY'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-397700216779920728</id><published>2007-04-15T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T18:18:31.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good 40 Items</title><content type='html'>So, I was at Ralph's the other day and happened to walk by the self-checkout line and noticed a man in line with a good 40 items. I laughed with disgust and then heard the lady tell him he needed to go to a different line. THANK GOD FOR HER! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-397700216779920728?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/397700216779920728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=397700216779920728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/397700216779920728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/397700216779920728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/04/good-40-items.html' title='A Good 40 Items'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-3777519220533090226</id><published>2007-04-13T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T11:21:49.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Off</title><content type='html'>I am trying to remember the last time I had a Friday off!! I have to say that I am very happy today. I want to go workout. I want to go to the beach. I feel like going shopping even though I don't have any money!! But at least I can look..right? I really think I need a vacation and unfortunately my real vacation doesn't come until July when I get to go to Alaska. It will be an ideal vacation and I cannot wait!! Anyway, I hope everyone has a fantastic weekend and stay warm! !:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-3777519220533090226?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/3777519220533090226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=3777519220533090226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/3777519220533090226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/3777519220533090226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/04/day-off.html' title='Day Off'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-6145437980134213010</id><published>2007-04-08T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T19:48:16.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Was Awesome!</title><content type='html'>Last night my friends and I went to the Ringside Concert at The Roxy on Sunset Blvd. It was an absolutely fantabulous time. One of the band members of Ringside is on the tv show "Brothers and Sisters", therefore, some of his cast mates were there from the show and of course I went crazy for a little while. And then I got over it..haha!! The highlight of the night was when Enrique Iglesias hopped on stage and started singing with them. All I kept screaming was, "Bailamos" even though they obviously weren't singing any type of Spanish song whatsoever..haha. But it was funny and I once again realized how completely normal it is to see celebrities in this crazy place. Because when the show was over I didn't run to see if I could get and autograph or where they all went after the show. No..I went home and had breakfast with my friends! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-6145437980134213010?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/6145437980134213010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=6145437980134213010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/6145437980134213010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/6145437980134213010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/04/that-was-awesome.html' title='That Was Awesome!'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-385255854121369362</id><published>2007-04-04T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T17:44:15.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Yet Again..</title><content type='html'>So, there's no rent control in Los Angeles really unless you live in certain areas obviously. They increased our rent once again and so we've decided to start looking for a new place. I had it in my head that I really wanted to get my own place, but financially maybe it's not the time right now. I've gotten myself in so much debt since my years in college that for the first time I feel like I might be making a tiny tiny tiny tiny tiny bit of progress. Sharing a place for another year or two doesn't seem like a bad idea to me. It actually seems like a very wise and good idea. Plus, I do love my roommate..WOO ERIN!!! Anyway, it's always stressful looking for a place but in the past two days it looks like there is a lot out there and places that much cheaper than what we pay now..hopefully. It's just that we have such a wickedly large nice place and it will be hard to top it, but if I can pay $50 bucks less than what I pay  now I would be happy..haha! Wish us luck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-385255854121369362?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/385255854121369362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=385255854121369362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/385255854121369362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/385255854121369362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/04/and-yet-again.html' title='And Yet Again..'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-5770275551462046717</id><published>2007-04-01T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T14:12:02.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dodger Dogs</title><content type='html'>I went to the Dodgers vs. Angels game on Friday  night with two of my favorite people in the whole world. I got to eat the "famous" dodger dog and it made me very happy. Even though it is like any other hot dog the fact that it is called a dodger dog makes it all better..haha. Anyway, the Dodgers kicked butt and the seats were fantastic. I hadn't been to a baseball game since May of 2002 with my sorority...haha!! I hope to go to many more and always be in the company of good friends! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-5770275551462046717?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/5770275551462046717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=5770275551462046717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/5770275551462046717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/5770275551462046717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/04/dodger-dogs.html' title='Dodger Dogs'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-295728904691116472</id><published>2007-03-26T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T18:18:41.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T-shirts! Oh, how I love t-shirts!</title><content type='html'>Over the past couple months I have come across t-shirts that say some of the funniest shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "I wanna text you up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) "Fight Me! I'm Irish!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) "Community Chest" and it has a treasure chest covering the breast..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) "Horn if you are honkey!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE IT!! I want them all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-295728904691116472?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/295728904691116472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=295728904691116472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/295728904691116472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/295728904691116472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/03/t-shirts-oh-how-i-love-t-shirts.html' title='T-shirts! Oh, how I love t-shirts!'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-7781793818145013026</id><published>2007-03-23T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T18:33:55.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>I am so happy it is Friday. We were audited yesterday and it was the most stressful audit I've ever gone through. But it is over and I have at least a week to relax until I'm open for audit again..haha. The one good thing about this was that one of my favorite people in the world is working with me again. However, I just found out today that he will be transferring back to the old store in about six months to be store manager there..haha. It's the nature of the business! :) Have A Good Weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-7781793818145013026?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/7781793818145013026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=7781793818145013026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/7781793818145013026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/7781793818145013026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/03/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-5305029991842291529</id><published>2007-03-19T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T19:52:25.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today..I don't want to think!</title><content type='html'>I am tired today!! I had an exhausting weekend both physically and emotionally and today and I am feeling the effects of it all. Well, today I don't want to feel. I do not want to think about deep issues, relationships, money, or anything of that nature. I just want to be!! I am glad that I can go to sleep soon! I hope everyone had an awesome St. Patrick's Day! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-5305029991842291529?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/5305029991842291529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=5305029991842291529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/5305029991842291529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/5305029991842291529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/03/todayi-dont-want-to-think.html' title='Today..I don&apos;t want to think!'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465675.post-2278183109141102532</id><published>2007-03-14T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T20:38:22.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SMOG Test</title><content type='html'>Would you believe that you can actually fail a smog test(emissions test) due to your gas cap not being up to standards? Yes, it is true people because it happened to me today...haha! Now, fortunately there's a Toyota Dealership right up the street that I could get a gas cap for my car. However, my car is a 1996 Toyota Corolla and I doubted that they had many 1996 gas caps lying around. BUT, they did and even though it cost me another $25.00 I went back to EZ LUBE and passed my SMOG Test. So, now I can pay my registration and be settled for another year. It's amazing how just when you think you have money or you are pulling yourself out of debt something always comes up...POOP! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8465675-2278183109141102532?l=dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/feeds/2278183109141102532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465675&amp;postID=2278183109141102532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/2278183109141102532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465675/posts/default/2278183109141102532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyouknowwhoiam.blogspot.com/2007/03/smog-test.html' title='SMOG Test'/><author><name>Blair Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453137122555512200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e317/BKLegs/thenewdo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
