<?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-6167993307256368209</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:25:41.844-07:00</updated><category term='thought provoking'/><title type='text'>Andy and the Amazing Technicolor Fanny Pack</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwfpd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167993307256368209/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwfpd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153323507154684839</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167993307256368209.post-8326130631571306354</id><published>2008-10-03T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T14:59:37.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So is this what Billy Idol Was singing about?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ypKtyT2Ue4Y/SOaVAGhQkJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/xewAeue7Aqo/s1600-h/WhiteWedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253049844356911250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ypKtyT2Ue4Y/SOaVAGhQkJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/xewAeue7Aqo/s320/WhiteWedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a beautiful dress...err what was her mother thinking. Ok Ok maybe her Mom wasn't around when she picked the dress. Then her Maid of Honor? Fail, Fail, Wedding Fail. Lets fast forward 10 - 15 years. Mommy can I see your wedding album. Uhhhhh there isn't one sweety it was destroyed in the fire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167993307256368209-8326130631571306354?l=wwfpd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwfpd.blogspot.com/feeds/8326130631571306354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167993307256368209&amp;postID=8326130631571306354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167993307256368209/posts/default/8326130631571306354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167993307256368209/posts/default/8326130631571306354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwfpd.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-is-this-what-billy-idol-was-singing.html' title='So is this what Billy Idol Was singing about?'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153323507154684839</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ypKtyT2Ue4Y/SOaVAGhQkJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/xewAeue7Aqo/s72-c/WhiteWedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167993307256368209.post-6700228500329034258</id><published>2008-09-26T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T13:37:03.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every office has at least one.</title><content type='html'>So it’s been 2 weeks since I left the land of Fanny Pack and his side kick wheelie bag.  What have I learned?  Well every office has at least one Fanny Pack.  Or should I say just like there is a kicker on every football team there is at least one oddball/socially inept co-worker in every office.  Of course this scales to the size of the office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work in a small office now and so far I have been warned about so and so.  So and so as he will be called is an older man, and he is a veteran.  He likes things to be a certain way.  Mind you I have been here two weeks and he has already quoted to me at least four times the company policy about mandatory 30 minute breaks for anyone who works more than 5 hours.  That is not what landed him here in my slice of the internet though.  It was my experience at Togo’s.  We did not go to lunch together, like I said I was warned about him (maybe they should add that to the new hire checklist).  So the chef at Togo’s put onions on his samich… Which led to screaming…I am not kidding a 50 – 60 year old man was screaming at the minimum wage sandwich crafter.  I TOLD YOU NO ONIONS, turns to me, what are these people idiots..I CAN”T STAND ONIONS … it spiraled down from there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is funny that The Office season premiered last night.  Can’t wait to watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167993307256368209-6700228500329034258?l=wwfpd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwfpd.blogspot.com/feeds/6700228500329034258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167993307256368209&amp;postID=6700228500329034258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167993307256368209/posts/default/6700228500329034258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167993307256368209/posts/default/6700228500329034258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwfpd.blogspot.com/2008/09/every-office-has-at-least-one.html' title='Every office has at least one.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153323507154684839</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-6167993307256368209.post-5511960599843819365</id><published>2008-09-11T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T12:26:50.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't explain.  Just follow the link.</title><content type='html'>All I can say is this is amazing.  Since Mar Mar loves to eat this post is in honor of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow the link --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/blog/2008/09/11/9-restaurants-designed-to-ruin-your-appetite/"&gt;http://www.cracked.com/blog/2008/09/11/9-restaurants-designed-to-ruin-your-appetite/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167993307256368209-5511960599843819365?l=wwfpd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwfpd.blogspot.com/feeds/5511960599843819365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167993307256368209&amp;postID=5511960599843819365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167993307256368209/posts/default/5511960599843819365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167993307256368209/posts/default/5511960599843819365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwfpd.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-cant-explain-just-follow-link.html' title='I can&apos;t explain.  Just follow the link.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153323507154684839</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-6167993307256368209.post-5692861099449865023</id><published>2008-09-04T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T14:04:06.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To all the ladies on my floor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypKtyT2Ue4Y/SMBJqykRsdI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/B8pNZs-yKd8/s1600-h/FPPrairieDog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242270965736518098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypKtyT2Ue4Y/SMBJqykRsdI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/B8pNZs-yKd8/s320/FPPrairieDog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know Fightgrrrl has seen this and so has P1. Wanna cuddle like teddy bears and ride on my new Goldwing? Muahhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167993307256368209-5692861099449865023?l=wwfpd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwfpd.blogspot.com/feeds/5692861099449865023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167993307256368209&amp;postID=5692861099449865023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167993307256368209/posts/default/5692861099449865023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167993307256368209/posts/default/5692861099449865023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwfpd.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-all-ladies-on-my-floor.html' title='To all the ladies on my floor.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153323507154684839</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypKtyT2Ue4Y/SMBJqykRsdI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/B8pNZs-yKd8/s72-c/FPPrairieDog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167993307256368209.post-5932466302478290731</id><published>2008-09-02T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T09:47:07.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought provoking'/><title type='text'>I read this and it made me think...</title><content type='html'>Now it is your turn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cup in your hands -In the United States, I have a close friend named Jim Forest.  When I first met him eight years ago, he was working with the Catholic Peace Fellowship.  Last winter, Jim came to visit.  I usually wash the dishes after we've finished the evening meal, before sitting down and drinking tea with everyone else.  One night, Jim asked if he might do the dishes.  I said, "Go ahead, but if you wash the dishes you must know the way to wash them." Jim replied, "Come on, you think I don't know how to wash the dishes?" I answered, "There are two ways to was the dishes.  The first is to wash the dishes in order to have clean dishes and the second is to wash the dishes to wash the dishes."  Jim was delighted and said, "I choose the second way--to wash the dishes to wash the dishes."  From then on, Jim knew how to wash the dishes.  I transferred the "responsibility" to him for an entire week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If while washing dishes, we think only of the cup of tea that awaits us, thus hurrying to get the dishes out of the way as if they were a nuisance, then we are not "washing the dishes to wash the dishes."  What's more, we are not alive during the time we are washing the dishes.  In fact, we are completely incapable of realizing the miracle of life while standing at the sink.  If we can't wash the dishes, the chances are we won't be able to drink our tea either.  While drinking the cup of tea, we will only be thinking of other things, barely aware of the cup in our hands.  Thus we are sucked away into the future and we are incapable of actually living one minute of life." ~&lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=-SuJJ7LXjvgC&amp;amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;amp;dq=the+miracle+of+mindfullness&amp;amp;source=gbs_summary_r&amp;amp;cad=0"&gt;The Miracle of Mindfulness&lt;/a&gt; by Thich Nhat Hanh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167993307256368209-5932466302478290731?l=wwfpd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwfpd.blogspot.com/feeds/5932466302478290731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167993307256368209&amp;postID=5932466302478290731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167993307256368209/posts/default/5932466302478290731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167993307256368209/posts/default/5932466302478290731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwfpd.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-read-this-and-it-made-me-think.html' title='I read this and it made me think...'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153323507154684839</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-6167993307256368209.post-5782790518306697847</id><published>2008-09-02T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T09:10:06.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1...kinda.</title><content type='html'>Well it has been done.  I have finally given my notice, yep I did it I quit my first job ever.  One of the hardest things I have ever done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is funny, my peeps at work were discussing what should be done since I am leaving.  Like go out for lunch.  People were throwing out ideas when what to my wondering ears did I hear but none other than Fanny Pack (FP) saying he likes Acapulco's.  Well Ry-Ry would have none of this and immediatley uninvited FP from the festivities.  This made our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167993307256368209-5782790518306697847?l=wwfpd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwfpd.blogspot.com/feeds/5782790518306697847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6167993307256368209&amp;postID=5782790518306697847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167993307256368209/posts/default/5782790518306697847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6167993307256368209/posts/default/5782790518306697847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwfpd.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-1kinda.html' title='Day 1...kinda.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01153323507154684839</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>
