<?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-5974503</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:11:20.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Covie Writes</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;. . . Covie Is As Covie Does&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107893723857341283</id><published>2004-03-10T10:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T10:52:25.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><summary type='text'>	     This blog just doesn't feel like me anymore. It's almost as if I have taken on a persona with the pen name Covie, and I am not liking it much sometimes. Things in my life have changed, and I haven't written about them here. I decided to start another blog, and I am glad I did. It feels like me. I am going to leave this blog up because there are many links to specific entries across the net,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107893723857341283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107893723857341283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107893723857341283' title='Change'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107838717067407268</id><published>2004-03-04T01:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T02:06:32.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun With Wal-Mart</title><summary type='text'>     Thanking Jay Bird for the email:101 FUN THINGS TO DO AT WAL-MART (I won't post them all)Challenge other customers to duels with tubes of gift wrap.Re-dress the mannequins as you see fit.Walk up to an employee and tell him in an official tone, "I think we've got a Code 3 in Housewares," and see what happens.Tune all the radios to a polka station; then turn them all off and turn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107838717067407268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107838717067407268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107838717067407268' title='Fun With Wal-Mart'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107836922692625182</id><published>2004-03-03T21:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T21:08:26.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I, Traveller</title><summary type='text'>     I snagged this from Hawq's blog; the states in red are those I have stomped around in. I need to get out more!create your own personalized map of the USA or write about it on the open travel guide LinktoComments('traveller') "&gt;Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107836922692625182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107836922692625182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107836922692625182' title='I, Traveller'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107834118296018134</id><published>2004-03-03T13:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T13:25:38.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Now, This Is Something</title><summary type='text'>     From The Leonard Peltier Defense CommitteePO Box 583Lawrence, KS 66044785-842-5774/ 785-842-5796 (fax)www.leonardpeltier.orginfo@leonardpeltier.orgFOR IMMEDIATE RELEASELeonard Peltier Captures Peace &amp; Freedom Vote in California PrimaryLawrence, Kansas, March 3, 2004On March 2, 2004, 21,796 precincts reported in California with a total of 4,772,107 votes for the Presidential </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107834118296018134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107834118296018134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107834118296018134' title='Now, This Is Something'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107826136595137756</id><published>2004-03-02T15:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T15:05:43.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wellllll..........</title><summary type='text'>     Err... Umm... I don't know.LinktoComments('welll') "&gt;Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107826136595137756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107826136595137756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107826136595137756' title='Wellllll..........'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107801957358873643</id><published>2004-02-28T19:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T13:08:56.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzzzzzzzes</title><summary type='text'>Seer The ULTIMATE personality test brought to you by QuizillaLinktoComments('quizzzes') "&gt;Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107801957358873643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107801957358873643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107801957358873643' title='Quizzzzzzzzes'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107801608165350521</id><published>2004-02-28T18:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T18:57:35.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>* blah blah blah blah *</title><summary type='text'>     You ever feel like maybe you should be taking a hint? I got that feeling today. What I hate most, or close to it, is when people aren't straight with me. I hate it when they smile as if nothing is wrong, or talk to me as if nothing is wrong, . . when all the while they are check listing the reasons they are pissed at me. The true stupidity of it is that most of the time it started with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107801608165350521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107801608165350521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107801608165350521' title='* blah blah blah blah *'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107796129662859541</id><published>2004-02-28T03:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T03:44:29.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mother Might Have Killed Me. . .</title><summary type='text'>	     Years ago, I was driving down the road with T in the passenger seat. We passed an elderly man hitchhiking when T asked me if I had ever picked him up. I think I responded with something like " Are you nuts? " I'm city folk raised on all the urban legends. Hell no.	     T goes on to tell me the man had hitchhiked in the area since anyone could remember. He is funny, nice, she said, autistic</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107796129662859541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107796129662859541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107796129662859541' title='My Mother Might Have Killed Me. . .'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107794344352936152</id><published>2004-02-27T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T23:07:04.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Things I Wonder</title><summary type='text'>1&gt; Why do you say to people "How are you," as if you are really asking? They could reply "I was fine until your mom told me about the gonorrhea thing, " and you would never know.2&gt; How did "nothing" become the code word for "yes, there is something wrong with me, but I am going to make you pull it out of me one word at a time because I feel like being difficult" ?	        2a&gt; " I am FINE "  -</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107794344352936152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107794344352936152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107794344352936152' title='More Things I Wonder'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107783053401352107</id><published>2004-02-26T15:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T15:47:32.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>" They Got It All Wrong "</title><summary type='text'>     SFgate.com reports that the media are responsible for misconstruing the earlier Pentagon report that extreme climatic changes are eminent, as well as global catastrophe. Who knows what's really going on. Either way, this is some bullshit right here. Release the report, already. Those who "got it all wrong" should wear a shirt ( for a day ) that says "I am an asshole," including yours truly.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107783053401352107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107783053401352107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107783053401352107' title='&quot; They Got It All Wrong &quot;'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107777756283986463</id><published>2004-02-26T00:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T00:42:12.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>* Eye Roll *</title><summary type='text'>     My daughter had a rather hopeless look on her face when she told me one of her teachers spoke about " Mexican-speaking people ". Yes, one of her teachers. Mexican-speaking people. Not Spanish-speaking people. I swear between this and Bush, I feel like beating down the doors at my local IRS building demanding " I WANT MY MONEY BACK!!! "LinktoComments('eyeroll') "&gt;Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107777756283986463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107777756283986463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107777756283986463' title='* Eye Roll *'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107777413304045404</id><published>2004-02-25T23:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T23:45:02.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OH. MY. GAWD.</title><summary type='text'>     Oh. Muh-Gawd.     We all know that masturbation can make you go blind, or is it hairy palms. .  . something like that. . . anyway, . . now, boys and girls, oral sex can cause - you guessed it! - mouth cancer.     The conspiracy theorist in me has raised her suspicious little head. . . what the. . ?      Oh. My. Gawd. They did not just go there! Has anyone noticed that the American </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107777413304045404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107777413304045404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107777413304045404' title='OH. MY. GAWD.'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107768045410355956</id><published>2004-02-24T21:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T21:46:32.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And There Is Hope Yet</title><summary type='text'>	     As far as I know, the Salvation Army has done some good over the years, and so it sucks that it is starting here, but the organization is now being sued over religious and sexual discrimination. The article goes on to say that employees were forced to reveal their religious affiliation and sexual orientation, and that this lawsuit will strike at the heart of Bush's Faith-Based Initiative </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107768045410355956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107768045410355956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107768045410355956' title='And There Is Hope Yet'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107764255790832423</id><published>2004-02-24T11:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T11:16:12.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Faded</title><summary type='text'>	     I have a friend who could compete with professional photographers on her bad days. She is also a talented artist. While she has only recently accepted that she just might have something going on in photography, she refuses to believe she has any real talent in art. Forget all the people who see her work and appropriately drop their chins, she chalks up their compliments to flattery. I never</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107764255790832423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107764255790832423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107764255790832423' title='Faded'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107760498073271834</id><published>2004-02-24T00:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T15:53:17.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clear and Present Danger, And The End of Its Denial</title><summary type='text'>	     George Carlin once said something to the effect of " If Mother Earth didn't like us, she would shake us like a bad case of fleas. " Well, she's about to, and now there is nothing the anti-environmentalists can say to deny it. Environmentalists have predicted it for decades, and their opponents have accused them of exaggerating with a political agenda. Well, here we are. The greed of all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107760498073271834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107760498073271834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107760498073271834' title='Clear and Present Danger, And The End of Its Denial'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107759746823658705</id><published>2004-02-23T22:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T22:41:39.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>_-_-_-_-_ Living Single _-_-_-_-_</title><summary type='text'>	     I was sitting there with a good friend and a guy I had some mild interest in. Mind you, I was a bit intrigued and couldn't figure out exactly why, which made him that much more intriguing. Then it happened.	     He said to my friend, " well I don't know why you aren't seeing someone. You are a pretty girl. You have beautiful hair. "	     He had opened his mouth and killed all attraction </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107759746823658705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107759746823658705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107759746823658705' title='_-_-_-_-_ Living Single _-_-_-_-_'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107757520289967153</id><published>2004-02-23T16:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T16:29:29.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondayyy</title><summary type='text'>     I am back from a much needed getaway, and I am feeling much better. I will write more later. LinktoComments('mon') "&gt;Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107757520289967153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107757520289967153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107757520289967153' title='Mondayyy'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107716326324974056</id><published>2004-02-18T22:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T02:17:26.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocking News, I'm Sure . . .</title><summary type='text'>     People probably aren't going to be too happy about Bush's environmental record, so it doesn't surprise me that the current administration is manipulating scientific data or otherwise oppressing reports which do not grease its policies. Really makes a person wonder why the Bush Administration is stonewalling the 9/11 Commission. Hmmm. LinktoComments('shocknews') "&gt;Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107716326324974056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107716326324974056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107716326324974056' title='Shocking News, I&apos;m Sure . . .'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107709452766639813</id><published>2004-02-18T02:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T02:58:06.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Errr. . . Umm . . . </title><summary type='text'>     My self-pity party has concluded. Everyone's entitled - at least, according to me, and that's what's important in my little piece of the world. I think I have just had too much to deal with for a little too long. Nothing gouges your self-esteem like not being able to buy your daughter new pants when she has needed them for weeks. I still can't get a hold of my own money, and I am still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107709452766639813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107709452766639813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107709452766639813' title='Errr. . . Umm . . . '/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107697915605386298</id><published>2004-02-16T18:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T18:55:12.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>_-_-_-_-_- Untitled -_-_-_-_-_</title><summary type='text'>	     I grew up on the darker side of the world, and I learned at a very young age that people can be so damn stupid, cruel, selfish, etc. I learned it was far better to be alone and by myself, than to be alone and with a group of people. Later in life, I began to think keeping people at arms length or further might not be such a great idea. It gets lonely sometimes. But now I am remembering why </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107697915605386298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107697915605386298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107697915605386298' title='_-_-_-_-_- Untitled -_-_-_-_-_'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107692029272798299</id><published>2004-02-16T02:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T02:37:32.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><summary type='text'>	     * I have heard it said that a person's character is defined by the split-second decisions they make. I made what turned out to be a monumental decision today, and I made it in one spilt-second. I let fear of an emotional backlash, which would then unleash total chaos, guide that decision. In that one split-second, I thought I was doing the smart thing. To expose this truth prematurely could</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107692029272798299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107692029272798299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107692029272798299' title='Reflection'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107681882109019960</id><published>2004-02-14T22:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T22:24:37.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Telling The Untold</title><summary type='text'>     " The bombs fell hard and fast at around 4 a.m. The first . . . bomb went through the ventilation, through the first floor of the shelter- leaving a gaping hole- and to the bottom 'basement' of the shelter where there were water tanks and propane tanks for heating water and food. The second (bomb) came immediately after and finished off what the first (bomb) missed. The doors of the advanced</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107681882109019960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107681882109019960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107681882109019960' title='Telling The Untold'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107681155055684534</id><published>2004-02-14T20:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T20:23:16.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To " The New World "</title><summary type='text'>	     It is a legal medical procedure, and if you have had it, Attorney General John Ashcroft wants your not-so-private-anymore medical records. It is not a procedure done by terrorists which includes the planting of a chip in your head. No, it is an abortion. This made a few things come to mind:	     1) The procedure IS legal.		     2) What does he plan to do with those records?	     3) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107681155055684534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107681155055684534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107681155055684534' title='Welcome To &quot; The New World &quot;'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107666461225271804</id><published>2004-02-13T03:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T03:43:05.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here! Here!</title><summary type='text'>     " When sex scandals can bring down a politician but political issues can't (erosion of civil rights, back door business deals with insiders for war booty, ineptitude, ignorance, foreign policy debacles, etc. ad nauseum...) I get all itchy for a Canadian passport. "                        ~ The Pessoptimist, Musings of A Bun Popper                           after posing the question, " </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107666461225271804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107666461225271804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107666461225271804' title='Here! Here!'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107640200913080612</id><published>2004-02-10T02:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T02:52:38.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Astrology is A Bunch of Hooey, Eh??</title><summary type='text'>     ABCnews reports:     " You may dismiss astrology as a harmless pseudo-science, but your birthday could have more importance than you think. Some scientists now believe the month in which you were born may predispose you to certain illnesses. "     It takes a while for science to catch up.	     I always thought this was interesting, not because I thought there was something mystical </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107640200913080612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107640200913080612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107640200913080612' title='Astrology is A Bunch of Hooey, Eh??'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107639505201920289</id><published>2004-02-10T00:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T00:40:16.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder Full</title><summary type='text'>     Riverbend, over at Baghdad Burning, has not posted an entry since January 31. Usually, when a blog isn't updated in a while, I think nothing of it. But Riverbend lives in Iraq where a loud explosion and a quick shake of her home is a common enough occurence. But then so is the loss of electricity, and thus, her internet connection. I hope she is alright.LinktoComments('wonderfull') "&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107639505201920289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107639505201920289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107639505201920289' title='Wonder Full'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107637294603001018</id><published>2004-02-09T18:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T18:32:56.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying Sacks of. . . um. . . Nuts</title><summary type='text'>     Hawq is squawking today about an airline pilot who asked his Christian passengers to use their flight time wisely and witness to non-believers ( those would be non-Christians ). He also referred to non-Christians as " crazy. " Crazy is this pilot. Merely hinting at any possible religious fanaticism on an airplane full of Americans is just a stupid thing to do these days.      Hawq says </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107637294603001018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107637294603001018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107637294603001018' title='Flying Sacks of. . . um. . . Nuts'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107623715164778838</id><published>2004-02-08T04:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T04:51:23.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, Well. . . Back to the Things That Make Sense</title><summary type='text'>	     Well, so much for the crush. Man, that happened fast. But insecurity is such a turn off. We all feel them sometimes, I suppose, but when a person holds their uncertainness out like a hoop for me to jump through. . . I would rather walk away than feel so much like a circus animal. 	     Two of the things I carry as I walk away from this one:		        1. I am recognizing red flags much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107623715164778838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107623715164778838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107623715164778838' title='Ah, Well. . . Back to the Things That Make Sense'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107591909838162747</id><published>2004-02-04T12:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T12:28:58.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Siiiinging In The Rainnn . . .</title><summary type='text'>     Okay, J's Dad didn't stop paying child support. My bad. Well, what actually happened was an error in the county's system. Their bad. This is not a new problem for them, and so I probably should not have assumed, so I say; my bad. Of course I called their office several times to no avail. Then that - I swear, it really is a cat-like growl that starts in the pit of my stomach, and it really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107591909838162747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107591909838162747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107591909838162747' title='Siiiinging In The Rainnn . . .'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107584073174015225</id><published>2004-02-03T14:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T14:48:43.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guilty and The Little Mr. Innocent</title><summary type='text'>	     This one made me scratch my head. In case you didn't hear, Justin Timberlake snatched off a piece of Janet Jackson's costume during the superbowl halftime show, and exposed her right breast. Even though the look on Jackson's face might have made it appear unplanned, I had to wonder if the decoration she wore on her nipple made it obviously otherwise. 	     At any rate, MTV released a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107584073174015225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107584073174015225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107584073174015225' title='The Guilty and The Little Mr. Innocent'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107567902961316025</id><published>2004-02-01T17:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T17:47:48.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya See . . . </title><summary type='text'>     I'm not the only person in the world who feels that some good ol' fashioned ass whoopin's would solve most of the world's problems.This man grew irritated with a fussy toddler next to him on the airplane, so he threw water in the baby's face.     He " narrowly avoided being beaten up by other passengers and was arrested -- to applause -- when the plane landed in Sao Paulo. "     </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107567902961316025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107567902961316025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107567902961316025' title='Ya See . . . '/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107560965002902891</id><published>2004-01-31T22:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T22:45:30.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Read It</title><summary type='text'>January 23, 2004      Hau Kola, Hello my friends, my relatives:      You can never imagine the heartfelt comfort it brings to know you're not forgotten in prison. This is my 28th year, and I've seen others come and go and return again. I can't help but feel a great sorrow for many of these young men who keep coming back for one reason or another; most of which are alcohol related offenses. So</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107560965002902891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107560965002902891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107560965002902891' title='Just Read It'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107557646608281738</id><published>2004-01-31T13:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T13:16:41.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Humor</title><summary type='text'>     Hawq forwarded this to me.Disorder in the American Courts These are from a book called Disorder in the American Courts, and are things people actually said in court, word for word, taken down and now published by court reporters who had the torment of staying calm while these exchanges were actually taking place. Q: Are you sexually active? A: No, I just lie there. _______________</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107557646608281738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107557646608281738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107557646608281738' title='A Little Humor'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107557540403702553</id><published>2004-01-31T12:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T12:59:30.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>* Ahem *</title><summary type='text'>      New puppy. Pics. Hello.LinktoComments('ahem') "&gt;Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107557540403702553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107557540403702553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107557540403702553' title='* Ahem *'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107557520363609424</id><published>2004-01-31T12:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T12:55:38.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Ages</title><summary type='text'>	     Both of these are worth looking at: Dong Resin wrote about homophobia and the ban on gay adoptions, and Blog Fucker wrote about the Margaret Cho incident and racism. 	     I just want to leave here an open letter to homophobes and racists. Really, it isn't a letter, but a few thoughts.	     Homophobes: The only people out to spread evil in the world, and to steal the innocent souls of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107557520363609424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107557520363609424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107557520363609424' title='The Dark Ages'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107544352684914522</id><published>2004-01-30T00:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T00:20:59.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Edition To The Covie Household</title><summary type='text'>      We have our puppy!!! View Pics.LinktoComments('edition') "&gt;Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107544352684914522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107544352684914522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107544352684914522' title='Latest Edition To The Covie Household'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107544123430151252</id><published>2004-01-29T23:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T23:44:08.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Some Observations</title><summary type='text'>     Everyone I know is suddenly allowing things to roll right off their backs. Things that used to bother them no longer do. It is as if everyone has taken stock of the important things and let go of the truly obsolete. And I think this is great. As a good friend of mine said " Don't sweat the small stuff. " How much easier that makes life. The trick is, sometimes, realizing it is minor.     On</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107544123430151252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107544123430151252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107544123430151252' title='Just Some Observations'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107526023256828095</id><published>2004-01-27T21:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T21:36:13.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much For Just Maybe</title><summary type='text'>     A psychologist once said it does not matter what kind of parent you think you are. What matters is what kind of parent your child thinks you are. Granted, your child may think you are insensitive and ruining their life if you don't let them go to that rave party at 15, but if the communication is there and compromise and understanding are present, your child may pass the initial "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107526023256828095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107526023256828095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107526023256828095' title='So Much For Just Maybe'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107522608998182799</id><published>2004-01-27T11:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T11:58:33.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Maybe</title><summary type='text'>. . . Now that we're here, we're so far away,		from the struggle we thought was in vein. . .				~ ( So Far Away ) Staind     Just maybe there is light at the end of this tunnel. I had a talk with J's dad. I hoped, and it might have worked, bringing up the possibility of terminating his parental rights jarred him. I wasn't mean. I wasn't threatening. I just explained that he has a daughter who</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107522608998182799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107522608998182799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107522608998182799' title='Just Maybe'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107516749267456532</id><published>2004-01-26T19:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T19:40:20.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama</title><summary type='text'>     I don't think most people ever grow out of some things. I know one thing I will never grow out of: Missing Mama. I miss my mom. Very much.LinktoComments('mama') "&gt;Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107516749267456532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107516749267456532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107516749267456532' title='Mama'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107482476349906421</id><published>2004-01-22T20:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T15:45:27.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>$ - $ - $ - $ - $ - $ = Insane Brain</title><summary type='text'>     I feel like I am trying to climb a hill which just turned into a mudslide. I have a friend who keeps saying " I can help you, let me help you. " But I resist with everything I have. Her kindness kills me. 	     Money can turn something beautiful into something ugly in about 2.2 seconds. Not only that, but I don't see enough light at the end of the tunnel to feel a reasonable amount of hope </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107482476349906421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107482476349906421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107482476349906421' title='$ - $ - $ - $ - $ - $ = Insane Brain'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107474209542990763</id><published>2004-01-21T21:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T21:33:54.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Intelligence 101</title><summary type='text'>	     Time to go back to Kindergarten, grown-up style.	     Sit down. Shut the fuck up. Keep your hands and your mouth to yourself. No, seriously, shut the fuck up unless you are saying please, thank you, or excuse me.	     One race of humankind has taken over the world. They are called the Stupids.	     Did I read that right? Nebraska and Ohio are now banning gay marriages - Ohio pending a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107474209542990763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107474209542990763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107474209542990763' title='Intelligence 101'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107465147636473287</id><published>2004-01-20T20:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T20:19:56.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations In Order At " Musings of A Bun Popper "</title><summary type='text'>The Pessoptimist finally popped her bun, and he is cuuuute!!!!LinktoComments('bunpopper') "&gt;Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107465147636473287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107465147636473287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107465147636473287' title='Congratulations In Order At &quot; Musings of A Bun Popper &quot;'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107464562740002166</id><published>2004-01-20T18:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T18:43:26.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's To Your Health</title><summary type='text'>     I sat up and laid back down this morning. When I did, it felt like someone took a baseball bat to the spot just above and between my eyes. I opened them, and I could feel them rapidly moving back and forth as if I had just got off a Merry-Go-Round. The room wasn't spinning, but my head sure was. This happened three or four times. I have a bad sinus infection, and my experience this morning </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107464562740002166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107464562740002166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107464562740002166' title='Here&apos;s To Your Health'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107456755851301270</id><published>2004-01-19T20:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T21:01:16.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><summary type='text'>     It flies when I want it to creep, and it creeps when I want it to fly. It can be maddening sometimes. Perhaps the secret is being truly okay to take it as it comes. But who can do that?LinktoComments('time') "&gt;Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107456755851301270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107456755851301270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107456755851301270' title='Time'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107441596783683883</id><published>2004-01-18T02:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T03:07:18.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am</title><summary type='text'>     I should probably be sleeping now, but I am too much enjoying the silence here. I have spent the last night and day with a small apartment full of kids. There were seven of them at one point - ranging from ages 2 - 13. I have great friends, however. When they heard I had a madhouse, they came by to play with the little people. Great, great friends. 	     I know that some of my readers also </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107441596783683883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107441596783683883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107441596783683883' title='I Am'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107440508869134612</id><published>2004-01-17T23:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T00:11:34.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like It!</title><summary type='text'>     I like it! I like it! ~ By the way, I noticed the ' and " aren't right on older posts. For anyone reading into the archives, I will be fixing that soon. I will give mad props to anyone who can figure out why I get the " ! Done, but with errors on page " message at the bottom of my window, and tell me how to fix it.LinktoComments('likeit') "&gt;Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107440508869134612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107440508869134612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107440508869134612' title='I Like It!'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107422140633975056</id><published>2004-01-15T20:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T20:52:57.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mornin', Mr. Almighty</title><summary type='text'>1.5 BILLION to promote marriage, + 3.7 BILLION for religious groups + The Patriot Act = one nation, UNDER BUSH. LinktoComments('almighty') "&gt;Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107422140633975056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107422140633975056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107422140633975056' title='Mornin&apos;, Mr. Almighty'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107412070725542142</id><published>2004-01-14T16:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T16:55:17.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Uuuuggggggghhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>     This is way too deep a look into my mind, I know. But I am just beyond the point that I really care. I think I have a bit of a crush, and well, that was SO not part of the plan.  I am going to share the conversation I heard in my own head about this crush. Don't pretend as if you don't hear "voices" in your head. We all do. These are my own voices, a different one for different sides of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107412070725542142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107412070725542142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107412070725542142' title='Uuuuggggggghhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107406799629373642</id><published>2004-01-14T02:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T02:28:31.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Will Speak For Us?</title><summary type='text'>     I have no issue with people who hunt their own food. Even better I think are those who also utilize the body parts. No waste. People who hunt for sport though, . . I often wonder how they would feel if they walked into a house which displayed human heads on the walls, or if the government suddenly lifted "homocide" laws and opened game on citizens outside protected areas. We are getting a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107406799629373642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107406799629373642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107406799629373642' title='Who Will Speak For Us?'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107403891084611696</id><published>2004-01-13T18:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T18:10:21.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mouths of Midgets</title><summary type='text'>     ( Overheard a conversation between an 8 yr. old and her 40 yr. old Dad today )Child: " That was two hundred years before my sister was born. "Dad: " Very good. "Child: " That was two hundred five years before I was born. "Dad: " You are very smart. "Child: " That was two hundred six years before my brother was born. "Dad: " Good job. How many years was that before I was born? "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107403891084611696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107403891084611696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107403891084611696' title='The Mouths of Midgets'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107397998921680120</id><published>2004-01-13T01:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T01:52:31.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Pimpin'</title><summary type='text'>     If I wrote what it really meant to me, I would probably come off a bit too sappy, or as if I was going for the Big Mama of the Blog Pimps. Les, over at Stupid Evil Bastard wrote a little something about my blog that stopped my horrible day dead in its tracks - and perhaps because the day had been the kind that has one searching for their worth,it was. . . just a really kewl thing to see. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107397998921680120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107397998921680120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107397998921680120' title='Big Pimpin&apos;'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107397591850378599</id><published>2004-01-13T00:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T00:40:24.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Really?</title><summary type='text'>				     Would you think me evil if you knew I read Runes? They are stones with an ancient alphabet carved into them, and I can use them for divination. Runes have other purposes, would you think me evil for after having studied them for 6 years, I know what those purposes are? Would you think me evil if I lit a candle in a dark room and envisioned the fever gripping your child shattering into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107397591850378599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107397591850378599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107397591850378599' title='Oh Really?'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107394479720002994</id><published>2004-01-12T15:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T02:42:40.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Over It</title><summary type='text'>     I reached my end today. One of our customer's is downright rude to our female employees. He backed off me real quick-like from the start, but another of our female employees, who catches the most of his degrading remarks, has a hard time standing up for herself. Now understand, we work in the testosterone driven automotive repair and body field. We can hang with the best of the dirty-minded.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107394479720002994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107394479720002994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107394479720002994' title='Over It'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107363103253882384</id><published>2004-01-09T00:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T00:50:52.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Comments</title><summary type='text'>     I really appreciate your comments. Don't feel neglected if it takes me a while to respond to them. Occasionally the counters on the comments don't register a new comment. So, occasionally I run the program in place to adjust the counters - that is when I usually see new comments and respond to them.LinktoComments('comments') "&gt;Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107363103253882384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107363103253882384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107363103253882384' title='Your Comments'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107362997070551902</id><published>2004-01-09T00:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T00:36:01.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Poor Little People</title><summary type='text'>	     People are so judgmental sometimes. My own sister actually told my mother that she felt bad for my kids. Why? Because at my house, we do not have television.	     Okay, first: We own a little 12" TV/VCR machine that we use to watch the occasional movie.  But it doesn't have an antennae on it, let alone a cable connection. Instead of zoning on mindless television, we play games, play on the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107362997070551902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107362997070551902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107362997070551902' title='My Poor Little People'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107359850095930717</id><published>2004-01-08T15:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T15:54:34.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Thursday</title><summary type='text'>	     Something smaller, but not too difficult to read. That's what I am going for here. There isn't much going on here today. It's cold and blah.. outside.	     Some friends of mine just had puppies. Got to love that. It was actually their dog who had puppies, but you wouldn't know that if you visited. The "dog" is actually around 90% Timber Wolf, 10% Malamute. I went to see them last week. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107359850095930717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107359850095930717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107359850095930717' title='It&apos;s A Thursday'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107343875430217678</id><published>2004-01-06T19:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T19:27:47.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Days, I'm the Flower</title><summary type='text'>I was both surprised and intriqued. ( seen on Squawking Hawk )Your soul is bound to the Glass Rose: TheFragile."My heart lies somewhere between perfectionand dust.  And while my soul is a sight tobehold, I shatter at the blink of aneye."The Glass Rose is associated with perfection,beauty, and frailty.  It is governed by thegoddess Aphrodite and its sign is the LookingGlass, or Tenuous Love.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107343875430217678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107343875430217678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107343875430217678' title='Some Days, I&apos;m the Flower'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107343669954194065</id><published>2004-01-06T18:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T19:28:05.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Days, I'm the Dog</title><summary type='text'> What Common Breed of Dog Are You? brought to you by QuizillaLinktoComments('dog') "&gt;Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107343669954194065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107343669954194065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107343669954194065' title='Some Days, I&apos;m the Dog'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107343044766219917</id><published>2004-01-06T17:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T17:27:08.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental Route/Thinking Roots</title><summary type='text'>~1~No matter which way we go, there is good and bad. I guess it just depends on which good we want, and which bad we will allow. No matter how well we do, or no matter how colossally we screw it up, we are not getting out alive.All things considered, there is no sense in fear. Yet, it has been a staple in my gut.~1~I asked a friend once if he had a 'one-that-got-away' or one he missed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107343044766219917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107343044766219917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107343044766219917' title='Mental Route/Thinking Roots'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107330654196426867</id><published>2004-01-05T06:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T06:42:40.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Over It</title><summary type='text'>	     When I tell you I need to walk away, don't come at me with more to say. If I then rip your head right off your neck, don't cry to me that I am mean. I am not confused about it, and I am honest, I tend to snap. I am not the disgruntled coworker with a bomb kind of snappish, but my tongue may whip out and lash you like I just drop kicked your chin. I know this about myself, and you do too, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107330654196426867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107330654196426867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107330654196426867' title='Over It'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107312538688360244</id><published>2004-01-03T04:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T04:35:28.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Red, White, Black, &amp; Yellow</title><summary type='text'>     I was thinking recently about the quote I have to the right. ( "America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter, and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves." ~ Abraham Lincoln ) You know, it is true that no one could ever win a ground fight with us on our own turf. Even if they could get passed our GI Joe's and our GI Jane's, imagine what then. We have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107312538688360244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107312538688360244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107312538688360244' title='Red, White, Black, &amp; Yellow'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107312511031809609</id><published>2004-01-03T04:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T04:18:48.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is A New Year!</title><summary type='text'>     Make it a good one. Dammit.LinktoComments('newyear') "&gt;Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107312511031809609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107312511031809609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107312511031809609' title='Is A New Year!'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107286556561397857</id><published>2003-12-31T04:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T05:06:44.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pucker Up!</title><summary type='text'>Thanking Enigma for the heads up.     Kiss your rights - and your sweet lil arse, if you aren't all for the Right Wing White House - goodbye. The Bush Co. sneaked one in on us, and the abuse of the new powers of the FBI has already begun.LinktoComments('puckerup') "&gt;Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107286556561397857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107286556561397857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107286556561397857' title='Pucker Up!'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107285209670359598</id><published>2003-12-31T00:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T03:07:37.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeding</title><summary type='text'>     Someone once said " a writer has an easy job. All they do is sit down at a typewriter and open up a vein. "	     Umm... yeah.	     I eventually got my GED and went to college, but by 18 I was a high school drop-out with a baby. I got a job making $5.15 an hour, which was above minimum wage and damn good for my kind. Baby's father quit paying child support, and I refused to go get on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107285209670359598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107285209670359598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107285209670359598' title='Bleeding'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107264435557025108</id><published>2003-12-28T14:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T14:48:52.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers</title><summary type='text'>	     I learn a lot from people who were raised in an environment completely different from my own, particularly those from other cultures where our differences are profound.	     I will never forget the things that dawned on me while I watched a person look at a crucifix for the first time. A dead man nailed to a cross seemed barbaric and strange to him. I silently wondered if he thought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107264435557025108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107264435557025108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107264435557025108' title='Teachers'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107255944773782275</id><published>2003-12-27T15:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T15:11:04.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops</title><summary type='text'>	     I have been bitchy and hypocritical. I am angry, and what's worse, I feel I should be passed it already. Forgive me while I forgive myself my slow process. I was even born nearly a month overdue. Really. 	     People and situations have been getting to me too easily. I asked myself to check my self for the apparent weakness in my armor. Of course, it is almost always caused by treachery </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107255944773782275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107255944773782275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107255944773782275' title='Oops'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107215074582583034</id><published>2003-12-22T21:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T21:56:10.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder. . .</title><summary type='text'>1) Properly applied, wouldn't good old-fashioned ass-whoopin's solve a lot of the world's problems?2) Why do people gossip? Are they trying to convince themselves they are justified to cast judgments they really cannot afford to throw?3) Why is it so many people experience their greatest epiphanies while sitting on the Porcelain Throne?4) Why is it when a child doesn't learn like their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107215074582583034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107215074582583034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107215074582583034' title='I wonder. . .'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107204971605031408</id><published>2003-12-21T17:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T13:59:05.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels</title><summary type='text'>     I have a friend who's timing is surreal. He shows up when he is needed, even when I don't know I need him. He's the kind of friend who will listen compassionately while you checklist all your excuses, ramble on through your hell-bent destructive thought process, and then look at you in all seriousness and ask " are you hearing yourself? " Soon after the realization dawns on you, he'll take </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107204971605031408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107204971605031408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107204971605031408' title='Angels'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107178526706101001</id><published>2003-12-18T16:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T16:11:32.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm. . .</title><summary type='text'>     There is talk that when Saddam Hussein gets a chance to tell his story ( in a trial ), the U.S. government will have to pay the piper. The sad truth is if the U.S. government has its dirty little secrets and they are exposed, then it is the American people who will catch the heat.     And whose fault is it, anyway? If our government, our people, are hated more than ever, we damn well </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107178526706101001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107178526706101001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107178526706101001' title='Hmmm. . .'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107173621907035030</id><published>2003-12-18T02:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T02:39:34.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wandering the Web</title><summary type='text'>     I have added three new links. . . over that way --&gt; where it says "links:" Good gawd, I have even bolded them for ewe.     I was surfing and found dong resin's joint. The guy is hysterical. I found the following two links via his blog. I'm blogrolling all three.     Blog Fucker     The Pessoptimist     Defintely good reads! You might also notice those links will take you straight to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107173621907035030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107173621907035030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107173621907035030' title='Wandering the Web'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107173006756019605</id><published>2003-12-18T00:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T00:51:49.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight From the Bygone</title><summary type='text'>     When I worked in the club, my manager used to say " wait for the crowd change. " This advice applied to any one of us having a bad night - except it was more a bad moment, because eventually the crowd changed, and thus, gave us a fresh start. New people. New attitudes. New money. I wasn't expecting to apply it as a life lesson. But I have.	     I was looking through my mind's photo album -</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107173006756019605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107173006756019605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107173006756019605' title='Straight From the Bygone'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107165209678637354</id><published>2003-12-17T03:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T00:53:06.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Insomnia</title><summary type='text'>I have tossed, and I have turnedMy thoughts have bubbled and churnedI have kicked the blankets off, and then pulled them over my headI have aligned pillows around me, then thrown them off the bedI cannot sleep, I cannot shut downSo I am up in the middle of the night feeling like a clownI am writing a poem so stupid but trueIf you are sleeping sound, fuck you!     Ha ha ha. . . I'm only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107165209678637354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107165209678637354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107165209678637354' title='Ode to Insomnia'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107154292782220409</id><published>2003-12-15T20:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T20:50:23.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh. My. Gawd.</title><summary type='text'>I saw this on Enigma's Blog, and thought what the hell. . .What famous leader am I, and why?What Famous Leader Are You?That's about half right. I'll let you guess which half.LinktoComments('omg') "&gt;Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107154292782220409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107154292782220409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107154292782220409' title='Oh. My. Gawd.'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107154219241640628</id><published>2003-12-15T20:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T20:36:45.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Mondayyy. . .</title><summary type='text'>     What an odd day. I was so disappointed to see someone I thought strong completely cower, and another I thought open-minded altogether close up and shut out all consideration. I guess we all have our points. Still, it is something to see. I tend to reflect on myself and my own points when I see things like that. A friend of mine bought me a book of quotes from crows. I don't have it anymore </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107154219241640628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107154219241640628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107154219241640628' title='It&apos;s A Mondayyy. . .'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107153213543999540</id><published>2003-12-15T17:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T17:49:08.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay.</title><summary type='text'>     I'm feeling better. I'm not as pissed off as I was yesterday, but I am unapologetic. I feel the way I feel. If I wrote it over, I would be more congratulatory toward U.S. troops. That's all for now.LinktoComments('ok') "&gt;Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107153213543999540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107153213543999540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107153213543999540' title='Okay.'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107143837626532828</id><published>2003-12-14T15:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T21:02:25.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am PISSED</title><summary type='text'>     Someone pointed this out in the comment section after one of the entries on SEB - " Remember Afghanistan? " The short of it is this: A U.S. General said Osama Bin Laden had taken himself " out of the picture,. . his capture was not essential to winning the ' war on terror ' ". 	     Here it comes people:	     What the fuck is wrong with these people???	     Osama Bin Laden's first </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107143837626532828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107143837626532828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107143837626532828' title='I Am PISSED'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107136564062029413</id><published>2003-12-13T19:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T19:45:34.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Survey Says. . .</title><summary type='text'>     *buzzer* Wrong answer!" The result is that the FBI, unhindered by the restrictions of the past, will conduct many more searches and wiretaps that are subject to oversight by a secret intelligence court rather than regular criminal courts, officials said. "     Why the buzzer?" Civil liberties groups and defense lawyers predict that more innocent people will be the targets of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107136564062029413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107136564062029413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107136564062029413' title='And The Survey Says. . .'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107135883040553967</id><published>2003-12-13T17:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T17:43:12.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Still Saturday</title><summary type='text'>     I haven't done anything today but surf the net and blow my nose. Well, I have done a few other things that you don't need to know about. But anyway, Yahoo! News had this headline to freak everybody out, or not: Scientists Predict World Wide Flu Outbreak. Gee, ya think?     People I know who never get sick are at home right now sleeping, moaning,puking, . . all that good stuff.     And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107135883040553967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107135883040553967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107135883040553967' title='It&apos;s Still Saturday'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107134762867877065</id><published>2003-12-13T14:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T14:34:01.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Saturday</title><summary type='text'>     I am laughing at my own choice of title on my previous post. Could just be my sense of humor, but " Message " might have made it seem a little more omnipotent than I meant.  Ah, well. I am having an alright kind of day. I love it when someone I think very intelligent tells me I have posed a good point. I am also having a very lazy day, which is just fine with me. I think I can handle it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107134762867877065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107134762867877065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107134762867877065' title='It&apos;s A Saturday'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107126691815361239</id><published>2003-12-12T16:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T16:14:09.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Message</title><summary type='text'>     It is the kind of topic I try to stay away from. It twists a knot in my stomach hard to bear. It might cost me a few readers, but I guess I have reached a point in my writing life where I must choose between writing straight from my heart, or edit its communication for the sake of your attitudes and opinions. I choose to write from my heart, or more appropriately, my gut.     I have been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107126691815361239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107126691815361239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107126691815361239' title='Message'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107119085753297034</id><published>2003-12-11T19:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T21:03:49.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For The Love of Little People</title><summary type='text'>     My son can pantomime like no one I have ever seen. He needs no props. His imagination is so vivid that when his environment becomes his stage, you can see as he sees whatever scene in his mind.      I was standing on C's third story balcony with C and another friend. We were talking and watching my son ( then 6 yrs. old ) act out his very own Lord of the Rings scene on the ground below. He</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107119085753297034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107119085753297034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107119085753297034' title='For The Love of Little People'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107110890233474248</id><published>2003-12-10T20:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T20:21:42.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior Discounts</title><summary type='text'>     Earlier this evening, I was driving behind a cop car - the driver of which failed to use his turn signal to indicate his left turn. I got to thinking. . . You know, I can't wait to be old. As I will undoubtedly get another speeding ticket between now and then, I will have it to use as a template on my computer. At the top where it says " Covie's City Police Department, " I am going to put "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107110890233474248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107110890233474248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107110890233474248' title='Senior Discounts'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107110731898079395</id><published>2003-12-10T19:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T19:50:53.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick-Change</title><summary type='text'>     Maybe it was the Crow I ate, or maybe it was a good dose of a great friend, but I'm feeling better. Eating crow, . . where did that phrase come from anyway?  Through a few different exchanges I realized not only did I hit this cynical and hypocritical phase, but my life is really close to calm for the moment and I almost failed to notice. Perhaps that was what was getting at me - I'm used </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107110731898079395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107110731898079395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107110731898079395' title='Quick-Change'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107105070382051726</id><published>2003-12-10T04:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T04:05:48.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooohoooo!!!</title><summary type='text'>     I'm finally smarter than my template! How ya like me now?     Back to writing about. . . other things. That is, after I sleep for the next two days.LinktoComments('woo') "&gt;Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107105070382051726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107105070382051726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107105070382051726' title='Wooohoooo!!!'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107103417015242899</id><published>2003-12-09T23:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T23:37:33.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Know This About Covie Writes:</title><summary type='text'>     You might read the next two entries to get a full understanding of what I am about to say - all three of these entries are short, get over it.     I'm over it. If you see errors on this page - graphics not showing up, comment section not working, etc. - whatever it is, it worked five minutes ago. Whatever it is, it might fix itself in another ten. Don't complain to me. Apparently, I just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107103417015242899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107103417015242899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107103417015242899' title='Know This About Covie Writes:'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107103300193715820</id><published>2003-12-09T23:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T23:24:00.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Got To Be Kidding Me!!</title><summary type='text'>     All the problems I have with this blog... things changing when I don't touch anything, and then nothing happening when I change the template code - I just got all excited and wrote an entry about my counter passing 1,000 hits, (entry below) and now the damn thing isn't showing up! Instead of my counter with it's grand total of over 1,000 glorious hits, I have that blank box with the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107103300193715820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107103300193715820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107103300193715820' title='Got To Be Kidding Me!!'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107103244488066295</id><published>2003-12-09T23:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T23:02:00.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1,000 Hits</title><summary type='text'>     * Big Cheese Eatin' Grin *     My counter passed 1,000 hits! Yes, I am as easily pleased as I am amused. I think it's sweeeeeet!LinktoComments('hits') "&gt;Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107103244488066295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107103244488066295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107103244488066295' title='1,000 Hits'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107077503710214955</id><published>2003-12-06T23:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T01:43:15.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eject!</title><summary type='text'>	     For all intents and purposes, this girl should be my enemy - that is, according to most. It is an ex of an ex thing, it is a female thing, etc. Those things tend to cause issues - jealousy and boundaries, manipulation, and even some need to close a chapter in a book too well read.	     D and B had a rocky relationship at best. They were on and off again, and during their off times, D </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107077503710214955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107077503710214955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107077503710214955' title='Eject!'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107068033008144867</id><published>2003-12-05T21:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T21:16:46.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Expletive expletive*</title><summary type='text'>     Okay, this time I didn't touch ANYTHING. No messing around with the template code, I didn't even look at it. But now, nothing on the right side of my blog is showing up. Urgh! Anyway, bear with me while I try to fix this mess. If you don't hear from me for a while, you know I've broken down my computer and sold it for parts!     **Update**: How do ya like that? Just as it screwed itself </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107068033008144867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107068033008144867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107068033008144867' title='*Expletive expletive*'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107051587400443316</id><published>2003-12-03T23:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T01:46:06.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Face It</title><summary type='text'>	     Ah, the marvels of modern technology. One link leads to another and suddenly I am walking down the streets of a war torn Iraq, thinking not of politics or my opinions, but of the reality of war. The broken and burned buildings leave me in no way prepared to see the little boy of maybe five or six years old. His skull is ripped open, and his brain literally blown out. No, it matters not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107051587400443316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107051587400443316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107051587400443316' title='Face It'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107041716065001239</id><published>2003-12-02T20:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T20:17:22.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heh. . .</title><summary type='text'>     I wrote a letter to NPPA in regard to some things I noticed on their site. I posted it here 15 November. I got a response from them, which surprised me because I never provided them with my email addy. Apparently whenever you comment on their site, a program snatches your email addy and sends them an email on your behalf. The email, from one Ed Wood, was asking me to confirm the address so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107041716065001239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107041716065001239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107041716065001239' title='Heh. . .'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107032903501691562</id><published>2003-12-01T19:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T19:43:18.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If It Ain't Broke. . .</title><summary type='text'>     . . . don't fix it. I thought I'd spice it up a little bit around here, but instead I have somehow managed to screw up my comments links. I've reinstalled and uninstalled the codes about 300 times, to no avail. Short of wiping them out completely and starting over, I am at a loss. Also the archived pages didn't change with the new template, . . and . . . and. . . at least once when I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107032903501691562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107032903501691562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107032903501691562' title='If It Ain&apos;t Broke. . .'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107026020808025110</id><published>2003-12-01T00:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T19:14:02.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><summary type='text'>     My Blog was looking... dull. But bear with me because I am still figuring this thing out. I would like so much to get rid of the ad at the top, but Blogger is offering naught but a tease because each time I click on the link that says " remove this annoying ad, " the page is currently unavailable. Ugh.LinktoComments('&lt;$change$&gt;') "&gt;Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107026020808025110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107026020808025110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107026020808025110' title='Changes'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-107013564107490881</id><published>2003-11-29T13:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T19:13:16.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And This Is Why. . . </title><summary type='text'>     I hate this time of year, . . and Wal-Mart.      Yahoo! News headline: Woman Knocked Unconscious While Shopping      She was trampled during a rush to buy a new DVD player! While the article does say a few shoppers tried to help the woman, most stepped right over her as her sister was yelling at them to stop. The Wal-Mart spokesperson said she had never heard of such a thing, but I seem</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107013564107490881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/107013564107490881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107013564107490881' title='And This Is Why. . . '/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-106991628440461775</id><published>2003-11-27T00:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T19:12:18.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Days Later. . .</title><summary type='text'>     I never got out of bed Sunday. When I woke up in the morning I wasn't feeling well so I went back to sleep. By that afternoon I was feeling really bad. I got progressively worse so that Monday when her school called to tell me my daughter had a fever, my ex had to go pick her up. J bounced back pretty quick, I did not. Sunday and Monday night were agony, and by Tuesday, the people around me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/106991628440461775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/106991628440461775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106991628440461775' title='6 Days Later. . .'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-106947200175595647</id><published>2003-11-21T21:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T01:50:29.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go George!</title><summary type='text'>     He is a holocaust survivor. He has a lot of money. The Bush Administration reminds him of " the Germans." He has given over $15 million dollars to the effort to defeat Bush in the 2004 election. Some think  George Soro's fear is a little paranoid. Gloria Borger wrote, " Please. George W. Bush as Hitler? Get a grip. " ( US News and World Report, November 24, 2003. )	     I wonder if Borger </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/106947200175595647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/106947200175595647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106947200175595647' title='Go George!'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-106931368294930270</id><published>2003-11-20T01:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T01:36:21.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Think About It</title><summary type='text'>     There is no legal basis - not one - for gay marriages to be prohibited, let alone barred constitutionally. I have heard people say a precedent was set when sodomy was outlawed, but that is, well, . . retarded. The definition of sodomy also includes oral copulation with a member of the opposite sex, which a lot of people don’t realize. If law enforcement decided to implement sodomy laws as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/106931368294930270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/106931368294930270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106931368294930270' title='Another Think About It'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-106912356045043648</id><published>2003-11-17T20:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T01:52:08.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Can Say Anything</title><summary type='text'>	     Conversation between two 13 yr old girls:	     J1: After a particularly silly comment " You'll have to excuse me, I'm a bit weird tonight. "		     J2: Shrugs, " You've always been this way. "		     J1: " How do you know I've always been this way? You didn't know me when I was a baby to know I've always been this way. "	     J2: " Trust me. You would have to have always been this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/106912356045043648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/106912356045043648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106912356045043648' title='Friends Can Say Anything'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974503.post-106911517661717201</id><published>2003-11-17T18:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T01:55:51.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><summary type='text'>	     I manage the office of an auto repair and body shop. We lost a good customer, R, Friday. Odd thing is I found his death notice by chance in the newspaper today. I was turning the pages of it on my desk when both of our 'vicious guard cats' plopped right down on it. Just as I raised an eyebrow, the phone rang, and during the conversation I started doodling on the page. That's when I saw R's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/106911517661717201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974503/posts/default/106911517661717201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coviewrites.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106911517661717201' title='Today'/><author><name>covie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678827024293020982</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></entry></feed>
