<?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-38901657</id><updated>2011-12-13T22:56:20.616-05:00</updated><category term='shopping'/><category term='environment'/><category term='green tip'/><title type='text'>Things That Bug Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901657/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431252858736514698</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38901657.post-4153579319953182030</id><published>2008-08-13T15:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T15:55:05.040-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green tip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environment'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PLASTIC SHOPPING BAGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does everyone hate plastic shopping bags as much as me? I swear, there must be a million in this house. The winter is the worst when the static makes them stick together. I'm overjoyed just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I did something about it. I bought 2 reusable shopping bags from the grocery store for 99 cents each. Each time I go, I get 5 cents back for each bag I reuse. They will pay for themselves in 20 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the items that fit in those 2 bags would have probably taken 6 plastic bags. So, if I saved 6 plastic bags every week for a year that would be &lt;strong&gt;300&lt;/strong&gt; bags. Three hundred bags out of a landfill each year from just one person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that I got all earthy, crunchy on you, go buy some bags and save the environment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901657-4153579319953182030?l=ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com/feeds/4153579319953182030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901657&amp;postID=4153579319953182030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901657/posts/default/4153579319953182030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901657/posts/default/4153579319953182030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com/2008/08/plastic-shopping-bags-does-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431252858736514698</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-38901657.post-4401992714480679612</id><published>2008-07-29T08:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T08:10:01.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;RSVP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four little letters that cause so many headaches. RSVP, French for Respondez Sil-Vous Plait, respond if you please. It's a very polite statement but no one likes to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I send invitations, I give 2 options, call or email. There's always people that can't do either. Did I mention it's for kids birthday parties? C'mon, people, you're coming or you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids are getting older and I am teaching them to respond themselves. I'll have them call their friend and say that they are coming or not. I don't have them tell their friend at school so I know the parents will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's basic common courtesy here. If someone goes out of their way to invite you to something, atleast tell them you're coming or you're not. Let's start the trend. It's cool to RSVP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901657-4401992714480679612?l=ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com/feeds/4401992714480679612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901657&amp;postID=4401992714480679612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901657/posts/default/4401992714480679612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901657/posts/default/4401992714480679612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com/2008/07/rsvp-four-little-letters-that-cause-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431252858736514698</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-38901657.post-4250636146157446096</id><published>2008-02-05T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T13:36:14.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WOW, I MUST BE THE LUCKIEST PERSON ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I get emails telling me that I'll be given millions of dollars. These people have nothing better to do with their money so they all decided to give it to me. I can't wait for the money to get in my account so I can start spending. First I need a new car, then a real nice vacation house. Maybe I'll buy all the houses around me so I can have a huge yard, for the times that I'm actually at this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't believe how lucky I am. Anyone want some? I'll share ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901657-4250636146157446096?l=ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com/feeds/4250636146157446096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901657&amp;postID=4250636146157446096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901657/posts/default/4250636146157446096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901657/posts/default/4250636146157446096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com/2008/02/wow-i-must-be-luckiest-person-on-face.html' title=''/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431252858736514698</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-38901657.post-2862068457003367671</id><published>2007-10-25T13:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T13:20:24.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;OK, WE ALL KNOW THIS ONE PERSON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the one that forwards &lt;em&gt;every &lt;/em&gt;email to you (and about 1000 other people). It has always been forwarded sooooooo many times that you can't even find the original message. Once you do find it, you have like 15 different windows open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to look at them. Of course, I didn't believe too many of them. They are usually the urban legend emails (like the cookie recipe one). Sometimes I would get distracted by looking to see who else got the email. Now I just delete them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing they come with the paperclip thingy to make spotting them so much easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901657-2862068457003367671?l=ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com/feeds/2862068457003367671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901657&amp;postID=2862068457003367671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901657/posts/default/2862068457003367671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901657/posts/default/2862068457003367671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com/2007/10/ok-we-all-know-this-one-person-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431252858736514698</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-38901657.post-6014913125143305799</id><published>2007-10-12T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T09:57:26.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THE WORST QUESTION YOU CAN BE ASKED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you remember who I am?"   OMG, your mind goes blank for a few seconds. Then it starts racing to figure out who this person is. You're thinking of all the people you ever met when you were drunk, in college, etc. Still you can't remember. Think, think, think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the person gives you a hint. "We went to middle school together." Gee, that narrows it down to about.....1000 people. Most of them you didn't like anyway. It was probably the worst years of your life. Think, think, think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you either realize who it is (or they finally tell you). Sometimes you actually remember them. Other times you just say "Oh yeah, now I remember." even though you still have no clue who they are. You BS for a few minutes then head on your way. Then you wonder how (or why) they remembered you in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think, think, think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901657-6014913125143305799?l=ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com/feeds/6014913125143305799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901657&amp;postID=6014913125143305799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901657/posts/default/6014913125143305799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901657/posts/default/6014913125143305799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com/2007/10/worst-question-you-can-be-asked-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431252858736514698</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-38901657.post-3796066776998564209</id><published>2007-09-25T13:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T13:26:42.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WHY ARE THEY ALWAYS DOING THIS???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;consistent&lt;/span&gt; about going grocery shopping every Tuesday. It keeps me on a schedule and I'm less likely to run out of things like milk and bread (oh no, must be a snowstorm coming, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;). They are constantly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rearranging&lt;/span&gt; aisles in the store where I shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, they are always there when I am shopping. I don't know how long it takes but I'm guessing it's probably more than one day. They take up the whole aisle with carts and racks so if you can find an item you need in that aisle, you probably can't reach it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who do this have no clue. They refuse to move out of the way, blocking the whole aisle. I'm sure the store manager wants to get this done as quickly as possible but you should allow shoppers to get what they need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I go next Tuesday I'll have to learn where everything is again. UGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901657-3796066776998564209?l=ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com/feeds/3796066776998564209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901657&amp;postID=3796066776998564209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901657/posts/default/3796066776998564209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901657/posts/default/3796066776998564209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-are-they-always-doing-this-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431252858736514698</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-38901657.post-8225506576717150541</id><published>2007-09-17T14:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T14:32:44.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;YOU KNOW THAT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;COMCAST&lt;/span&gt; COMMERCIAL WITH ROGER?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the guy that gets &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tattooed&lt;/span&gt; like a tiger? It came on the other day and my 9 year old noticed that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tag line&lt;/span&gt; was "It's not any better, just cheaper". She asked me why they would say that in a commercial. It got me to thinking and I really couldn't give her a good answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were writing (or approving) a commercial, wouldn't you want the audience to think that your product was better than your competition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Comcast&lt;/span&gt;, can you hear me now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901657-8225506576717150541?l=ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com/feeds/8225506576717150541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901657&amp;postID=8225506576717150541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901657/posts/default/8225506576717150541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901657/posts/default/8225506576717150541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-know-that-comcast-commercial-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431252858736514698</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-38901657.post-3923128125969089944</id><published>2007-09-14T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T13:37:30.459-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HERE'S WHAT REALLY BUGS ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when you read someone's blog and you find it interesting? So you bookmark it so you can check it again. Then they don't post anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am guilty. Believe me, it's not that I ran out of things that bug me. I promise to post something more often, a lot more often. Right now, I'm shooting for 5 times a week but if things bug me, watch out, it could be everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you notice that I missed a day or two, let me know. Maybe your comment will bug me and I can write about that, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901657-3923128125969089944?l=ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com/feeds/3923128125969089944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901657&amp;postID=3923128125969089944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901657/posts/default/3923128125969089944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901657/posts/default/3923128125969089944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com/2007/09/heres-what-really-bugs-me-you-know-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431252858736514698</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-38901657.post-4712445840088253723</id><published>2007-04-15T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T10:24:58.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;INTERNET DRIVING DIRECTIONS....WHO WRITES THESE???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what moron writes these? Are they ever checked for accuracy (or something close to accurate). My job requires me to go to different locations for each assignment. Last night, I'm driving to somewhere that I've never been before. I print out the directions from the store web site. The directions take me by the store (it's on my right), has me go down 2 more lights, take a left then a right into an industrial area and then another right back on to the original road. Then I have to take a left into the plaza where the store is located. This loop was like an extra 2 miles onto my trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have to talk to my manager today about mileage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was easy" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901657-4712445840088253723?l=ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com/feeds/4712445840088253723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901657&amp;postID=4712445840088253723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901657/posts/default/4712445840088253723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901657/posts/default/4712445840088253723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com/2007/04/internet-driving-directions.html' title=''/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431252858736514698</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-38901657.post-117565281032530873</id><published>2007-04-03T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T22:13:30.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WHAT'S FOR LUNCH???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every month we receive a lunch menu from the school. This year a private company took over the cafeteria. Atleast half of the time, what they say is for lunch, they don't have. Take today for example; it was supposed to be french toast, sausage and hash browns. It was soup and a grilled cheese. To some, it might not be a big deal but when you're in first grade, it can be a huge deal. One day last week, I paid $1.75 for a bowl of Cocoa Puffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice to the food service company: Save the paper and don't bother printing  a menu if you're not going to serve what it says anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901657-117565281032530873?l=ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com/feeds/117565281032530873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901657&amp;postID=117565281032530873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901657/posts/default/117565281032530873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901657/posts/default/117565281032530873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com/2007/04/whats-for-lunch-every-month-we-receive.html' title=''/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431252858736514698</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-38901657.post-117525899285491883</id><published>2007-03-30T12:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T09:52:25.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;STOP SIGNS -- JUST A SUGGESTION???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how many times recently that someone has run a stop sign and pulled out in front of me. This is more likely to happen when someone is taking a right turn, thus ending up in front of me. Of course, there is more to the story. I work late. On night (early morning actually) at around 2 AM I was going through a 4-way intersection in a very small town. I slowed to practically a stop but not completely. I could see that no cars were coming from any direction. What I did not see was the police car in the driveway of the house on the corner. BUSTED. Luckily I got off with a warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few weeks ago, I was traveling through the same intersection. As is now my practice, I came to a complete stop. I also sit for a few exaggerated seconds to lessen my chances of being pulled over again. This old lady behind me starts beeping her horn and waving her arms trying to hurry me through the intersection. I gave her a polite wave and was on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing to remember, I am in need of a new car. If by chance, you pull out in front of me and happen to hit me, you would be doing me a favor and increasing your insurance rate at the same time. It's a win-win situation for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901657-117525899285491883?l=ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com/feeds/117525899285491883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901657&amp;postID=117525899285491883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901657/posts/default/117525899285491883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901657/posts/default/117525899285491883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com/2007/03/stop-signs-just-suggestion-i-cant-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431252858736514698</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-38901657.post-117517731161405142</id><published>2007-03-29T14:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T11:08:31.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A lot of things have been bugging me lately and I need to get them out before I explode. I'm sure I'll have no problem finding something daily that really bugs me. The problem might be narrowing it down to one thing. I'm hoping not to rant and complain to much. I just want to point out things I see or do that annoy me. I hope you get a chuckle or two out of it. Please feel free to comment about anything you read here. Thanks and enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901657-117517731161405142?l=ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com/feeds/117517731161405142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901657&amp;postID=117517731161405142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901657/posts/default/117517731161405142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901657/posts/default/117517731161405142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivetriedamillionnames.blogspot.com/2007/03/lot-of-things-have-been-bugging-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431252858736514698</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></feed>
