<?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-18275318</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:38:44.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Patty G.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patsyanne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18275318/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patsyanne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18281809477420613362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18275318.post-115332974010986479</id><published>2006-07-19T12:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T13:22:20.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Longest survey you'll ever fill out! Do the world a favor: fill it out and post it for all your friends.... Do this because the person who did this didn't sit here for ages for nothing. Answer all the questions honestly, no lying to avoid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Patty&lt;br /&gt;Single or Taken: Taken&lt;br /&gt;Siblings: 2 sisters and two half brothers&lt;br /&gt;Eye color: greenish blue&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: 7.5&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'3”&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing right now? Tan skirt and blouse&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live: Northern Arlington, VA&lt;br /&gt;Righty or lefty: Righty&lt;br /&gt;Can you make a dollar in change right now: nope…I don’t carry cash anymore&lt;br /&gt;Best place to go for a date: on a walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITES&lt;br /&gt;Kind of pants: exercise pants&lt;br /&gt;Number: 6&lt;br /&gt;Animal: dogs&lt;br /&gt;Drink: water&lt;br /&gt;Sport: softball&lt;br /&gt;Month: March…duh it’s my birthday&lt;br /&gt; Juice: orange&lt;br /&gt;Favorite cartoon character: Pepper Ann--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------Have You Ever...&lt;br /&gt;Given anyone a bath: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Bungee Jumped? No…but I want to&lt;br /&gt;Made yourself throw-up? yeah&lt;br /&gt;Eaten a dog? not that I am aware of...&lt;br /&gt;Loved someone so much it made you cry? yeah&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone: not yet&lt;br /&gt;Played truth or dare: oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Been in a physical fight: well I did push a girl down once…in the fourth grade&lt;br /&gt;Been on a plane: yes&lt;br /&gt;Came close to dying: well there was that time I wrecked my car…and that time on the plane Been in a sauna: yeah…it’s hot!&lt;br /&gt;Been in a hot tub: yup&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean: Just once&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep in school: lol oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Ran away: everyday if I could&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart? Lots of times…&lt;br /&gt;Cried when someone died: yes&lt;br /&gt;Cried in school?: always when I didn’t understand something…&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair: yes…in my office chair in my dorm…I had to call for help&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call? Yes…and I have even prayed…it worked once…but see where that got me&lt;br /&gt;Saved AIM conversation: yep&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails: yup&lt;br /&gt;Made out with JUST a friend? uhhh...yeah?!&lt;br /&gt;Been cheated on? I think most of the time that is how it has happened…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;What is...&lt;br /&gt;Your good luck charm? My guardian angel clip&lt;br /&gt;New fav. song: Over my head by the Fray&lt;br /&gt;What is beside you: Work….&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you ate?: am eating humus and thin wheats (safeway brand)…&lt;br /&gt;What kind of shampoo do you use? Dove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Ever Had...&lt;br /&gt;Chicken pox: Yep&lt;br /&gt;Sore Throat: Umm pretty much everyday when I was growing up..till I got my tonsils out my senior year of college&lt;br /&gt;Stitches: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose: several times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Do You...&lt;br /&gt;Long distant relationships: tried that…got cheated on…not worth it!&lt;br /&gt;Like school: I always like to learn…and want to go back-MBA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question:&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person that called you? Mike&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you slow danced with? Myself…no one dances that I hang out with…boo to them&lt;br /&gt;Who makes you smile the most? My family and Mike&lt;br /&gt;Who knows you the best? I don’t know anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Do you like filling these out: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear contact lenses or glasses: both&lt;br /&gt;Do you like yourself: sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with your family: now more than ever-&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------Are You...&lt;br /&gt;Obsessive Compulsive? sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Suicidal? not at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Final Questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do yesterday: worked ALL day…doing nothing…and then worked out and went to bed&lt;br /&gt;Hated someone in your family: yeah my mom for awhile but I got over that&lt;br /&gt; Gotten any awards?: yep&lt;br /&gt;What car/truck do you wish to have: Honda&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to get married?: On the beach somewhere or outside in the woods&lt;br /&gt;Good driver? I think so&lt;br /&gt;Good Singer: again…I think so Have a lava lamp: uh…no&lt;br /&gt;How many remote controls are in your house? 4&lt;br /&gt;Are you double jointed? nope&lt;br /&gt;What do you dream about? The future/past/ and random shit&lt;br /&gt;When you last showered:?6:30 this morning&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Rootbeer or Dr.Pepper: Diet Dr. Pepper&lt;br /&gt;Skiing or Boarding: haven’t done either&lt;br /&gt; Summer or winter: SUMMER&lt;br /&gt;Silver or Gold: Platinum&lt;br /&gt;Diamond or pearl: Diamonds&lt;br /&gt;Sprite or 7up: Sprite&lt;br /&gt;Coffee or sweet tea: Coffee&lt;br /&gt;Phone or in person: in person…I loose a lot unless I have eye contact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you oldest, middle or youngest: youngest&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Today did you...&lt;br /&gt;1. Talk to someone you liked: yeah, but then he pissed me off ;&lt;br /&gt;)2. Buy something: Humus&lt;br /&gt;3. Get sick? Always&lt;br /&gt; 8. Talked to an ex: yes…well online at least&lt;br /&gt; 9. Miss someone: yes!&lt;br /&gt;!_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person who....&lt;br /&gt;10. Slept in your bed: me and my giraffe…turtle&lt;br /&gt;11. Saw/heard you cry: mike&lt;br /&gt; 12. Made you cry: not a person...just the thoughts associated with that person.&lt;br /&gt;13. Went to the movies with? Haven’t been in awhile…mike maybe&lt;br /&gt;15. Said "I Love You": My mother ____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;16. Ever been in a fight with your pet? Yeah and I got bit in the lip!&lt;br /&gt; 18. Been to Mexico? NO&lt;br /&gt;19. Been to Canada? Yeah when I was little&lt;br /&gt;20. Been to Europe? Yeah twice!&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Random.....&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you have a crush on someone right now?No…&lt;br /&gt;22. What book are you reading now? Lots of them&lt;br /&gt; 23. Best feeling in the world? Being loved back when you love someone&lt;br /&gt;24. Future KIDS names: Alexandra Eva, Logan Michael, Eva Kathryn&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;26. What's under your bed: shoes&lt;br /&gt;27. Favorite sports to watch: Softball&lt;br /&gt;28. Favorite Locations: Marburg, Italy, my room, outdoors&lt;br /&gt; 29. Piercing/Tattoos: five on each ear, belly button and one tat on the back&lt;br /&gt;30. What are you most scared of right now: figuring out what I am going to do next year…and feeling useless...&lt;br /&gt;31. Who do you really hate? no one at all&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you have a job: yes&lt;br /&gt; 33.Have you ever liked someone you didn't have a chance with: lol yeah....so glad it was that way though&lt;br /&gt;36. Are you lonely right now? no&lt;br /&gt;38. Song that's stuck in your head right now? living on love&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever played strip poker: ummm...whoopsie...yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Have you ever gotten beat up? almost once at a bar...&lt;br /&gt;42. Have you ever been on radio/TV: on TV...&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you ever been in a mosh-pit: yes and I got knocked down...&lt;br /&gt;44. Ever liked someone, but thought they never noticed you? yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Random...&lt;br /&gt;what color is your underwear right now? nude&lt;br /&gt;Whats the first things you notice about the opposite sex (visual)? muscle definition and then smile&lt;br /&gt;Your Favorite Food? Biscuits and Gravy&lt;br /&gt;Ever get so drunk you dont remember?: Unfortunately Yes&lt;br /&gt;Hair color? Reddish Brown&lt;br /&gt;Are you too shy to ask someone out? oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Hugs or Kisses? Hugs&lt;br /&gt;MSN? no thanks&lt;br /&gt;Butter, Plain or Salted popcorn? butter&lt;br /&gt;dogs or cats? dogs&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Flower? lillies&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fired a gun? Yep&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to travel by plane as opposed to car? yes&lt;br /&gt;How many pillows do you sleep with? 4&lt;br /&gt;Who are you missing right now? My family&lt;br /&gt;Do you think (any of) your ex(s) miss you? Hopefully suckers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repost this as LOONGGG SURVEYYY if u make it through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18275318-115332974010986479?l=patsyanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patsyanne.blogspot.com/feeds/115332974010986479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18275318&amp;postID=115332974010986479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18275318/posts/default/115332974010986479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18275318/posts/default/115332974010986479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patsyanne.blogspot.com/2006/07/longest-survey-youll-ever-fill-out-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18281809477420613362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18275318.post-114308205081366839</id><published>2006-03-22T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T21:47:30.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you think that it is possible to stop feeling...to be numb...I'm pretty sure that is where I am at right now.  There is so much here that makes me not able to find the good in people anymore...to automatically think that everyone is out to hurt me.  I don't like it.  I want to feel compassionate again...to care...to just plain feel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18275318-114308205081366839?l=patsyanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patsyanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114308205081366839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18275318&amp;postID=114308205081366839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18275318/posts/default/114308205081366839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18275318/posts/default/114308205081366839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patsyanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/do-you-think-that-it-is-possible-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18281809477420613362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18275318.post-114169209390586835</id><published>2006-03-06T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T19:41:33.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I guess the one thing in life that I really need right now is someone to sit with me in silence.  Someone to say that no matter what is going on in my head...they care enough to just be with me.  I find that in my life people like me when I am happy and I am alone a lot when I am sad... just an observation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going okay right now...work is busy as it will be forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18275318-114169209390586835?l=patsyanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patsyanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114169209390586835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18275318&amp;postID=114169209390586835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18275318/posts/default/114169209390586835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18275318/posts/default/114169209390586835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patsyanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-i-guess-one-thing-in-life-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18281809477420613362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18275318.post-113916739848758692</id><published>2006-02-05T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T14:23:18.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7752/1783/1600/Massachusettes%20Pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7752/1783/320/Massachusettes%20Pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey everyone...well those who actually read this post...that's you Mary and Jon :)  Here is the pic John had on his myspace account.  It's good of all of us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things here are going pretty well.  I wish that I had money, but don't we all.  One of the cool things I got to do this week was meet Condi Rice and shake her hand in the state department.  I went with Alex for his father's going away party there and she was speaking on his behalf.  How cool is that?!?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the things I have been struggling with lately is that I miss home.  I miss the conversations with family and def. my sisters.  I miss Sam and watching her grow and yelling my name as I walk towards her.  I just want you all to know that I love you so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18275318-113916739848758692?l=patsyanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patsyanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113916739848758692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18275318&amp;postID=113916739848758692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18275318/posts/default/113916739848758692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18275318/posts/default/113916739848758692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patsyanne.blogspot.com/2006/02/hey-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18281809477420613362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18275318.post-113769382036526473</id><published>2006-01-19T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T13:03:40.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So..it's been a long time since I have posted.  I didn't forget that I had one of these things...I have just been super busy.  Work is crazy right now because we just passed one of our deadlines and there is a lot of student material that I had to process.  Plus we are trying to prepare for the summer knowing that three of the six people who are usually there will not be due to pregnancy.  Outside of work things are busy too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend a lot of my time with girl Alex or boy Alex.  She is one of my best friends here and I force her to work out with me and hang out with me;).  Boy Alex is a guy that I am dating for now, but we are kinda experiencing some hard times because often times I push people away or keep them at a safe distance when my heart is involved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everthing here is going pretty well.  I just joined Bally Total Fitness with a FREE 8 week membership...can't beat that:) and I have been working out hard core.  My days pretty much are work, workout, sleep...sometimes drink :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't too bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18275318-113769382036526473?l=patsyanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patsyanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113769382036526473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18275318&amp;postID=113769382036526473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18275318/posts/default/113769382036526473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18275318/posts/default/113769382036526473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patsyanne.blogspot.com/2006/01/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18281809477420613362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18275318.post-113354711918557227</id><published>2005-12-02T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T13:11:59.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it's been awhile since I have last posted.  I told you guys that I was really bad at this whole blogging thing.  Here's an update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been going pretty well here and I have been suprisingly happy...around myself and with others.  I have made a couple new friends and we have hung out twice this week.  Plus I have plans for the weekend, which is a great feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lived here two months now and it is slowly becoming home.  Although home truly will lie with my family, I think I can make a second home for myself here.  I love the city, people-watching is a fun little sport, and spending time with myself has proved to be an amazingly peaceful thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from all of that, Thanksgiving was good.  I loved spending time with the "new" family and the old...despite the spats... The visit with my mom went as well as one could have expected.  It's hard for me to consider her as a mother or even as a part of my life.  swirling thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh well I need to get back to work...LOVE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18275318-113354711918557227?l=patsyanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patsyanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113354711918557227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18275318&amp;postID=113354711918557227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18275318/posts/default/113354711918557227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18275318/posts/default/113354711918557227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patsyanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-its-been-awhile-since-i-have-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18281809477420613362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18275318.post-113298049141010128</id><published>2005-11-25T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T23:48:11.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to go back to Virginia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18275318-113298049141010128?l=patsyanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patsyanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113298049141010128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18275318&amp;postID=113298049141010128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18275318/posts/default/113298049141010128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18275318/posts/default/113298049141010128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patsyanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-want-to-go-back-to-virginia.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18281809477420613362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18275318.post-113207479738281485</id><published>2005-11-15T12:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T12:13:17.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And with these words..."We forgot about you" my heart sank.  I feel like I am chained to this desk.  When everyone else gets to socialize and get to know each other, I am down here all by my lonesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a little down in the dumps today...I want my bed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18275318-113207479738281485?l=patsyanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patsyanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113207479738281485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18275318&amp;postID=113207479738281485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18275318/posts/default/113207479738281485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18275318/posts/default/113207479738281485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patsyanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-with-these-words.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18281809477420613362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18275318.post-113134116710558642</id><published>2005-11-07T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:26:07.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7752/1783/1600/pattyblog%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7752/1783/320/pattyblog%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18275318-113134116710558642?l=patsyanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patsyanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113134116710558642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18275318&amp;postID=113134116710558642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18275318/posts/default/113134116710558642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18275318/posts/default/113134116710558642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patsyanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18281809477420613362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18275318.post-113134078156856205</id><published>2005-11-07T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:19:41.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bout time I got a pic from my sister's wedding!  Here it is...ENJOY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18275318-113134078156856205?l=patsyanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patsyanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113134078156856205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18275318&amp;postID=113134078156856205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18275318/posts/default/113134078156856205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18275318/posts/default/113134078156856205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patsyanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/bout-time-i-got-pic-from-my-sisters.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18281809477420613362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18275318.post-113102810876698313</id><published>2005-11-03T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T09:28:28.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So it doesn't get any weirder than this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My ex's are putting up a fence together...that's ironic huh.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Things are going pretty well.  I'm actually coming back to IN for a recruitment trip and I get to see my sisters.  I really do miss them and now that it's so close to seeing them, I just want to go.  I get painges of homesickness every now and then.  It's like I still feel like a tourist and it hasn't set in yet that this is my home.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well I just wanted to send my love!  Hope everything is well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18275318-113102810876698313?l=patsyanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patsyanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113102810876698313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18275318&amp;postID=113102810876698313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18275318/posts/default/113102810876698313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18275318/posts/default/113102810876698313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patsyanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-it-doesnt-get-any-weirder-than-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18281809477420613362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18275318.post-113052000947018529</id><published>2005-10-28T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T13:20:09.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Lone Ranger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I have my good days and then I have my bad.  This weekend might be one long bad day.  Everybody is going to be going out and having the time of their lives, while I don't have anyone to go out with. Fun times! Hopefully this weekend turns out good.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18275318-113052000947018529?l=patsyanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patsyanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113052000947018529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18275318&amp;postID=113052000947018529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18275318/posts/default/113052000947018529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18275318/posts/default/113052000947018529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patsyanne.blogspot.com/2005/10/lone-ranger.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18281809477420613362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18275318.post-113025499220708129</id><published>2005-10-25T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T11:43:12.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A long time ago, I told myself that I would never do one of these blog things again, but alas I find myself typing in one.  Mostly I decided to do it again because I wanted to keep in touch with my family at home and my sis has one of these that I find cute.  I miss my family like WHOA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters I moved to Arlington, Virginia to live and make my living in D.C. I'm working at a place that provides undergraduate students with internships in the DC area and the students take classes at Georgetown University.  It's a pretty great place to work...fun people + great benefits! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for right now...I gotta get back to work! lata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18275318-113025499220708129?l=patsyanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patsyanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113025499220708129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18275318&amp;postID=113025499220708129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18275318/posts/default/113025499220708129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18275318/posts/default/113025499220708129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patsyanne.blogspot.com/2005/10/long-time-ago-i-told-myself-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18281809477420613362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
