<?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-21956149</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:52:59.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Major Gripes</title><subtitle type='html'>All those little things that just get under your skin!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymajorgripe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21956149/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymajorgripe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053255773807425541</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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21956149.post-718164732046936971</id><published>2009-07-06T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:47:07.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Can't Live Without A Buzz...</title><content type='html'>If you can't live without a buzz, check out these Chronic Fests!! For details on these Chronic Fests held all over legally/without fear of legal issues, send $2 and a self-addressed stamped envelope or $1 and your email address to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Information&lt;br /&gt;PO Box 253&lt;br /&gt;Antigo, WI 54409&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will mail you all details regarding Chronic Fests. We compiled the lists, and will save you the research!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21956149-718164732046936971?l=mymajorgripe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymajorgripe.blogspot.com/feeds/718164732046936971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21956149&amp;postID=718164732046936971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21956149/posts/default/718164732046936971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21956149/posts/default/718164732046936971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymajorgripe.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-cant-live-without-buzz.html' title='If You Can&apos;t Live Without A Buzz...'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053255773807425541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21956149.post-114836848587736776</id><published>2006-05-22T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T00:55:03.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2082/2033/1600/jokes%20on%20you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="291" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2082/2033/400/jokes%20on%20you.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am laughing my ass off over here. I've never seen anyone act so childish in my entire life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A friend of mine was accused of "harrassing" some girl because she was told that she slept with her husband a few months ago and she confronted her about it. The girl c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ried like a little baby to try to get someone in trouble for doing NOTHING! Joke's on them... The cop who came to see my friend also thought it was nothing but a joke and laughed his ass off, but I would take offense to the whole situation if I was my friend. Hell, I woulda pressed charges on HER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It must suck for this girl to fear losing what she lied to get back in the first place. She didn't want her boyfriend when she thought he was by himself, but when she found out he was dating someone, she found out that she no longer had any control over him and she had to have that control back. Not that it mattered-- my friend who was dating him wasn't really into him anyhow and had been cheating on him the entire time they were dating. I wonder what it felt like to try to steal my friend's husband from her? I wonder what it felt like when she found out that he was only using her and he wouldn't sleep with her???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;See, at first my friend thought that they had slept together, because that is what she was told, but then she found out that she sure tried to sleep with him and that he turned her down because she is too big for his liking... he likes a little meat on his woman's bones, but he doesn't want to have to flour them to find the hole! And now she is trying to cover this up because her boyfriend (the one that my friend had dated) is now out of prison and if he finds out that she tried to sleep with my friend's husband, he might leave her. Course, she sells her company on the internet and otherwise anyhow, so if he will put up with that, he should put up with a small indiscretion while he was locked up... not like she succeeded anyhow; aside from the aforementioned reason her husband wouldn't sleep with her, he doesn't sleep with "escorts."&lt;/span&gt;  (If YOU are interested in "escorts" in the Wausau or Antigo area, visit these webpages: &lt;a href="http://www.escortreviewworld.com/escort-service:404.html"&gt;http://www.escortreviewworld.com/escort-service:404.html&lt;/a&gt;,  &lt;a href="http://www.angeltyler.com/"&gt;http://www.angeltyler.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The funniest part is that this girl who thinks she has her hooks in her man so well, doesn't know a damned thing... Like I said, the joke's on her... She should ask to see her boyfriend's visitor's list from when he was in prison... there is a person on that list that visited him on a regular basis-- the very person she told him he had to stay away from. Guess he still doesn't listen too well!!! And the joke-- well it's on her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21956149-114836848587736776?l=mymajorgripe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymajorgripe.blogspot.com/feeds/114836848587736776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21956149&amp;postID=114836848587736776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21956149/posts/default/114836848587736776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21956149/posts/default/114836848587736776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymajorgripe.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-laughing-my-ass-off-over-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053255773807425541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21956149.post-114827680996860675</id><published>2006-05-21T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:46:49.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liar, Liar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2082/2033/1600/liar%20pic%20jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2082/2033/400/liar%20pic%20jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Take a look at the picture above... what do you see?  Do you see two faces, one perpendicular to the side and one at a bit better than a 45 degree angle, or do you see "Liar Liar" written in cursive handwriting in two different colors? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's all about illusion:  Illusion of the mind created to make us believe things that are not true and illusion of the eye to make us see things that are not necessarily there.  I hate liars.  I hate being lied to.  To me, there is no worse crime than a lie.  You can beat me, emotionally abuse me, degrade me every chance you get, but do NOT, I repeat, DO NOT lie to me!  There is nothing worse than a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Regardless of what has been done, if you never lie, you never lose your integrity.  Lies perpetrate lies, and he who lies, cheats and steals as well.  That is what I was brought up to believe.  If only I could trust the person who lies to me, I could get through absolutely anything else that has been done, but when a person lies to another, trust is completely nullified.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;The only real remark I have to say about lying:  think twice before you do it.  Remember, no matter what you ever do, if you always tell the truth, you NEVER lose your integrity, and you will always be ahead in life.  Lies wreck people's lives, hurt family and friends, and take away all the trust and honor that has been bestowed upon you by the ones who trusted you.  Is that really worth losing?  In my mind, hell no it isn't, but I guess we all have our own value systems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21956149-114827680996860675?l=mymajorgripe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymajorgripe.blogspot.com/feeds/114827680996860675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21956149&amp;postID=114827680996860675&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21956149/posts/default/114827680996860675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21956149/posts/default/114827680996860675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymajorgripe.blogspot.com/2006/05/liar-liar.html' title='Liar, Liar'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053255773807425541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21956149.post-114792605754449498</id><published>2006-05-17T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T21:20:57.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men Who Take No Interest in Their Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2082/2033/1600/angry.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2082/2033/400/angry.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I gripe about men who throw their kids away.  What gives a man the right to father children, play with their little minds, make promises to them that he doesn't follow through with, and walk away from the best things that he has ever done in life???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I mean, what makes these men tick?  I have the two most beautiful children in the world, and their father has pretty much simply walked away from them.  It's not like I got pregnant and he didn't want the kids... we were married and both wanted a family.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;He goes months without seeing the children... makes promises to them about when he will see them, what he will get for them, things he will do with them... and then nothing.  My second husband is essentially their father.  He has taken on the role of Daddy, and both children look at him as such.  In fact, after not seeing her biological father for almost a year (his choice, not mine), when she did see him, she wouldn't call him Dad until my husband told her it was ok and that she was special because she had two daddies.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;He also does not financially contribute to their wellbeing whatsoever.  Hell, he still tries to borrow money from me and has taken my son's social security check more than once for his own wants.  I have a court order for child support, but they don't do anything to enforce it.  Two years ago I wrote off over $12,000 in child support so that he would take care of the children while I was really sick and in and out of the hospital for a couple months.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's not like I am hard for him to get along with either... I don't push for the child support... I don't try to withhold the children from him... In fact, I encourage him to spend time with them, and though the monetary help would be greatly appreciated, I would much much rather that he spent time with them and was there for them emotionally.  I would write off his child support every year to keep him out of jail if he was there for them as a father-- if my kids could grow up and say that their daddy was there for them all the time and they could count on him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Any of you absentee parents out there who neglect seeing your children think about this:  one day you will have to answer to those children why you weren't there.  You will have to explain why the bar or whatever was more important than those babies were.  And someday, when you are old and dying, maybe because you weren't there for them, they will leave you alone as well to live out your last days with your regrets... Think about it.  Just pick up the phone and make the call... tell them you love them.  Take a day and do something with them.  Hell, take an HOUR and do something with them!  They are worth it and the time you spend with them will enrich all of your lives.  There is no job more rewarding, and the benefits are awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21956149-114792605754449498?l=mymajorgripe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymajorgripe.blogspot.com/feeds/114792605754449498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21956149&amp;postID=114792605754449498&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21956149/posts/default/114792605754449498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21956149/posts/default/114792605754449498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymajorgripe.blogspot.com/2006/05/men-who-take-no-interest-in-their-kids.html' title='Men Who Take No Interest in Their Kids'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053255773807425541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21956149.post-114340104185848304</id><published>2006-03-26T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T11:24:01.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do People Ask for Help They Only Want to Find Fault With???</title><content type='html'>I receive emails daily from many people... hundreds and hundreds of people.  I enjoy reading the jokes, get all tingly about the inspirational emails, etc.  There is one type of email that gets under my skin... I really love it when people email a whole bunch of other people asking for help with something and then find fault with every plausible solution that is offered to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have come to this conclusion:  these people don't want help, they just want to bitch and have people feel sorry for them.  If you offer them a solution, they shoot holes through it faster than you could ever imagine.  But if you commiserate with them about how absolutely terrible and hopeless their situation is, THAT makes them happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take, for example:  person A emails group B about how she really needs a job she can work from home.   Person B from the group emails person A and tells them about a great opportunity that would cost nothing to start, except they would have to put in a less than $20 a month phone line to work.  Person A says they cannot afford to do this, so Person B tells them that the phone company will bill them and they will have made 30 times that by the time the bill is due.  Person A continues to find fault and makes it clear that they didn't want a REAL solution, only to bitch and have people feel sorry for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, if you don't really want a solution, DO NOT ASK FOR ONE!!!  Simply state, I WANT TO BITCH, PISS AND MOAN ABOUT HOW TERRIBLE MY LIFE IS AND I WANT YOU TO FEEL SORRY FOR ME.  Don't ask people to go out of their way to think for you when you have absolutely no intentions of employing any solution they may offer.  If you ask for help simply to see how many people care enough about you to reply, heed this:  sooner or later, people are generally no longer going to give a shit about what you need "help" with because they will see through your bs and just hit the delete key.  I know I sure have learned where my delete key is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21956149-114340104185848304?l=mymajorgripe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymajorgripe.blogspot.com/feeds/114340104185848304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21956149&amp;postID=114340104185848304&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21956149/posts/default/114340104185848304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21956149/posts/default/114340104185848304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymajorgripe.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-do-people-ask-for-help-they-only.html' title='Why Do People Ask for Help They Only Want to Find Fault With???'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053255773807425541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21956149.post-114303002452286185</id><published>2006-03-22T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T04:20:24.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Airports, Airplanes, and Smokers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2082/2033/1600/00plane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2082/2033/320/00plane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about the airlines for a bit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I flew to Montana last weekend to take my niece to her mom who had just moved there from Wisconsin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When booking our tickets, I found it appalling that it was more expensive to book a round trip ticket and a one-way ticket than it was to book two round trip tickets.  Guess what???  I booked both of them round trip and my darling niece simply did not fly on the way back.  What kind of sense does that make???  Beyond that, my niece is two years old... past the 24-month mark when you can fly with them on your lap.  Though I was not allowed to fly her on my lap and not pay for the extra ticket, they still allowed me to hold her throughout the trip!  Also, she weighs about 30 pounds and her ticket cost just as much as my ticket did... no discount for a child.  Essentially, I paid for a seat that did not need to get used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I really love is when you get online and check your flight status and what gates you are flying into and departing from in your connecting airport and you find that you are flying into gate C13 and back out of gate c14.  Mind you, I checked this info directly before leaving for the airport.  Then you get to your connecting airport and find that you flew into gate B14 and have to go to gate F10 on THE OTHER SIDE OF THE AIRPORT to connect!  I don't know why I bother checking-- it's never right.  In the 50 times I have flown in the last 2 years, I think that only once or twice did I actually get accurate gate information.  Why post the information if it is totally incorrect??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And airports in the North have absolutely no consideration for smokers.  You have to go out through security at the main terminal to go have a smoke before you depart.  Then you go through the bullshit of getting back in through security again.  Now, you get to a Southern airport and even if there is no room in the terminal area for passengers who are smokers to smoke, you will find a restaurant that allows you to smoke.  This avoids the huge inconvenience of having to go out through security and back in again.  Even if they want us terrible people who smoke to go outside, there should be a place within the area only ticketed passengers can be to go outside and support your habit!  I understand the non smoker's right not to be exposed, but smoker's have rights too and it's about time we were treated that way!  We pay our taxes on our cigarettes in hefty amounts to have that right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, flying is a convenience when compared to driving, but the airlines make it seemingly inconvenient in little ways.  And they know that you would rather fly and get there faster than drive, therefore, they really don't care enough about the little things to make them any easier on us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21956149-114303002452286185?l=mymajorgripe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymajorgripe.blogspot.com/feeds/114303002452286185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21956149&amp;postID=114303002452286185&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21956149/posts/default/114303002452286185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21956149/posts/default/114303002452286185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymajorgripe.blogspot.com/2006/03/airports-airplanes-and-smokers.html' title='Airports, Airplanes, and Smokers'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053255773807425541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21956149.post-114136311272225113</id><published>2006-03-02T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T21:18:32.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This REALLY Gets Under My Skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2082/2033/1600/michael%20morales.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2082/2033/400/michael%20morales.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really gets to me... this man was convicted of raping and murdering a woman in California... he was scheduled to be put to death by the California Department of Corrections in February.  Two hours before his execution, it was called off because the judge had ordered that a doctor give him the injection.  No doctor would do it because of ethical issues, so on he lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my question... WHO WORRIED ABOUT THAT POOR GIRL'S CRUEL AND UNUSUAL PUNISHMENT???  He sure as hell didn't when he raped her, tried to strangle her (the belt broke), stabbed her, and left her to die in a remote vineyard in California in 1981.  When does this girl's family and loved ones get to stop their cruel and unusual punishment?  The system is backwards.  Maybe we should go back to the electric chair... then this asshole would have something to bitch about.  Did he properly anesthesize this girl before he did her in?  I bet not...  Now I am not either pro or against the death penalty as it stands today.  But, I do believe that if a state sentences someone like this to death, that should be carried out in a timely fashion.  If now, the state did not have a death penalty, the family would have had closure a long time ago when he was sentenced to life.  They wouldn't be suffering waiting for a sentence to be carried out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21956149-114136311272225113?l=mymajorgripe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymajorgripe.blogspot.com/feeds/114136311272225113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21956149&amp;postID=114136311272225113&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21956149/posts/default/114136311272225113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21956149/posts/default/114136311272225113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymajorgripe.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-really-gets-under-my-skin.html' title='This REALLY Gets Under My Skin'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053255773807425541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21956149.post-114081198743372121</id><published>2006-02-26T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T18:51:45.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week's Tenant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://therockbitch.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="133" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2082/2033/400/therockbitch.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Check out my &lt;a href="http://therockbitch.com"&gt;tenant&lt;/a&gt; for this week! She has an attitude that will leave you rolling on the floor splitting your side with laughter. Her unique outlook says what all of us think but maybe just don't have the guts to say. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21956149-114081198743372121?l=mymajorgripe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymajorgripe.blogspot.com/feeds/114081198743372121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21956149&amp;postID=114081198743372121&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21956149/posts/default/114081198743372121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21956149/posts/default/114081198743372121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymajorgripe.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-weeks-tenant.html' title='This Week&apos;s Tenant'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053255773807425541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21956149.post-114100864324456329</id><published>2006-02-26T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T18:50:43.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week's Tenant from My Other Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogcharm.com/theartist"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2082/2033/400/artist%20picture.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's &lt;a href="http://www.blogcharm.com/theartist"&gt;tenant&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://prisontalk.blogspot.com"&gt;my other blog&lt;/a&gt; is an artist with a beautiful blog. Please take a few minutes and look around. It features the art of Winsome Gunning. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21956149-114100864324456329?l=mymajorgripe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymajorgripe.blogspot.com/feeds/114100864324456329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21956149&amp;postID=114100864324456329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21956149/posts/default/114100864324456329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21956149/posts/default/114100864324456329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymajorgripe.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-weeks-tenant-from-my-other-blog.html' title='This Week&apos;s Tenant from My Other Blog'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053255773807425541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21956149.post-114083100733886271</id><published>2006-02-24T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T17:30:07.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2082/2033/1600/steffandkids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2082/2033/400/steffandkids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing I gotta make clear... I love my children more than life. What I cannot STAND however, is SASSY KIDS!!! Now, my kids don't live with me right now because I have had alot of health problems, and I chose to put them in a more stable environment. The people who my children live with, are a God send... we see eye to eye when it comes to discipline, child rearing, and most every issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few weeks, my kids have had a terribly sassy attitude. They have been talking back to me alot and not showing a great deal of respect, which really gets under my skin. I am what you would call a "strict mom." I do not tolerate being talked back to or treated with disrespect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they are picking this up from none other than school. Sometimes, I just want to find the parents of these kids and give THEM some discipline so maybe they will take the time to give their kids some. I cannot believe the way I hear some of these kids talk to their parents and teachers, and some of the nasty language that comes out of their mouths, and the parents who LET THEM do it! I think back to when I was a kid, and I would have NEVER even THOUGHT of talking to my parents the way kids these days talk to their parents... and I am only 26 years old! These kids are so nasty... and ya know, if that's the way parents want their children to be, fine... the problem comes in when it starts to affect MY children. I have taught my kids to say "yes, ma'am" and "yes, sir" when speaking to adults, and not to talk back. I feel these are basic manners that all children should have and cannot understand why other parents don't feel manners or respect are necessary in child rearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids are gifts from God and we are given them to bring them up to be able to serve God and become productive members of society. We are not given them to teach them or allow them to wreak havok on the world. If people spent a little more time disciplining and loving their children, we wouldn't have instances like Columbine. Also, if teachers were allowed a bit more latitude as far as discipline in their classrooms, the world would be a better place, and our kids would get a better education. When I went to school, if I got in trouble in school, I got in trouble at home. These days, if a kid gets in trouble in school, they go home and the parents sue the school. What are we teaching our kids? And how to we teach them to be productive, responsible members of society with these attitudes? I am really scared to see what the world is going to be the next generation...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21956149-114083100733886271?l=mymajorgripe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymajorgripe.blogspot.com/feeds/114083100733886271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21956149&amp;postID=114083100733886271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21956149/posts/default/114083100733886271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21956149/posts/default/114083100733886271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymajorgripe.blogspot.com/2006/02/kids.html' title='Kids...'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053255773807425541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21956149.post-114065600622211652</id><published>2006-02-22T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T16:53:26.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boost Your Blog's Traffic</title><content type='html'>Want to boost the traffic to your blog?  Check out &lt;a href="http://www.blogparty.net"&gt;www.blogparty.net&lt;/a&gt; and you could win $250!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21956149-114065600622211652?l=mymajorgripe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymajorgripe.blogspot.com/feeds/114065600622211652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21956149&amp;postID=114065600622211652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21956149/posts/default/114065600622211652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21956149/posts/default/114065600622211652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymajorgripe.blogspot.com/2006/02/boost-your-blogs-traffic.html' title='Boost Your Blog&apos;s Traffic'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053255773807425541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21956149.post-114065447212693870</id><published>2006-02-22T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T16:27:52.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing Our Pets</title><content type='html'>Well, the time has come for us to move... we are running short on time to get out of this house and finally found a house to rent.  It is a great place and definitely a step up from what we are in now, the only problem is that we are losing our pets, as the new place will not accept our cats.  Now, I personally, could deal with this.  But, these are my children's pets.  We have two wonderful kittens who have brought a great amount of joy to our children's lives.  They will be devastated to find out that they cannot have their pets anymore, and I just don't have the heart to tell them.  These kittens are house trained... they don't mess anywhere they aren't supposed to... I think it is an absolute shame.  It just goes to show you how the few can screw it up for the many.  Because some people do not take care of their pets and let their litter go and urine smells wreck walls and floors from this, my kids will no longer have their pets, who are well taken care of.  So, any of you out there that have cats that you don't take care of, think about the reputation you give the rest of us who do take care of our pets, and how heart broken my kids will be without their pets.  Maybe the thought of two very upset crying small children will make you think about cleaning up after your pet so you don't sour a landlord to allowing cats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21956149-114065447212693870?l=mymajorgripe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymajorgripe.blogspot.com/feeds/114065447212693870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21956149&amp;postID=114065447212693870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21956149/posts/default/114065447212693870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21956149/posts/default/114065447212693870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymajorgripe.blogspot.com/2006/02/losing-our-pets.html' title='Losing Our Pets'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053255773807425541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21956149.post-114065413272876814</id><published>2006-02-22T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T16:22:12.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please, Check Out My Other Pages</title><content type='html'>This is not a gripe... But I did want to share with you all two of my other blogs, as I think they are worth the time.  They are &lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/prisontalk"&gt;http://spaces.msn.com/members/prisontalk&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://prisontalk.blogspot.com"&gt;http://prisontalk.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.  Take a few moments to check them out.  It is quite interesting material... also, feel free to comment and ask questions from the blogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21956149-114065413272876814?l=mymajorgripe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymajorgripe.blogspot.com/feeds/114065413272876814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21956149&amp;postID=114065413272876814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21956149/posts/default/114065413272876814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21956149/posts/default/114065413272876814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymajorgripe.blogspot.com/2006/02/please-check-out-my-other-pages.html' title='Please, Check Out My Other Pages'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053255773807425541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21956149.post-114002349661061794</id><published>2006-02-15T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T09:11:36.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No, the world does NOT revolve around YOU!</title><content type='html'>You know what really gets me?  When people think that your sole purpose in life is to please them... like you have nothing else going on in your life other than whatever it is that they may want from you.  Take for example... I have been in the hospital the last couple days with an abcess on the side of my face.  Now, this is very painful... definitely wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.  I no more than get out of the hospital and log online and this person has a list of songs they want me to burn for them... the first thing I said was "I just got out of the hospital and don't feel good"... it did not seem to affect them.  He sends me his list, asks if I got it, then proceeds to tell me more to add to it.  I told him that I JUST GOT OUT OF THE HOSPITAL once again... at what point did people stop giving a shit about others and start caring only about themselves??  And it's not like this fool couldn't burn his own damned songs... he's just too cheap to spend the extra 2 dollars a month for high speed internet.  I got half a mind to tell him to burn his own shit, or to charge him a buck a song... bet he'd figure out something then, and maybe find some compassion along the way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21956149-114002349661061794?l=mymajorgripe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymajorgripe.blogspot.com/feeds/114002349661061794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21956149&amp;postID=114002349661061794&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21956149/posts/default/114002349661061794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21956149/posts/default/114002349661061794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymajorgripe.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-world-does-not-revolve-around-you.html' title='No, the world does NOT revolve around YOU!'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053255773807425541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21956149.post-113930430146257115</id><published>2006-02-07T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T01:25:01.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya Know What Really Drives Me Nuts?!?</title><content type='html'>The internet is a great place to meet people and to stay in contact with friends and family across the globe.  What really unnerves me though is when you are minding your own business, just reading your email, or checking out your favorite spots on the net, and some freak messages you with a picture of his not-so-well endowed self like you should be in awe of his manhood (or lack thereof).  What could possibly make a man think that a woman would be turned on or want to have sex with them because they message this woman with a lewd comment or a picture of their male anatomy splattered across your messenger window?  Another great one I love, is men overseas messaging American women looking for marriage.  I receive 3-4 of these a week!  And on every one of my profiles, I state that I am a happily married woman.  Which brings us back to the first gripe as well-- it takes alot of gall for some idiot to message a married woman out of the blue, show her his dingy, and tell her he wants to screw her... what a turn off.  I know that I am repulsed by it.  For all you guys out there:  You'd get alot further with some nice conversation and taking the time to get to know a woman... talking NICE to her and NOT dirty... complimenting her and not making lewd comments right off the bat.  And no, we don't really care for cyber sex... it's so impersonal and why on earth would we want something fake, when we can have the real thing?!  Another thing, it's an insult to message a married woman in such a way.  Some of us take our vows seriously, and are put out by a man who would assume otherwise especially not knowing her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21956149-113930430146257115?l=mymajorgripe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymajorgripe.blogspot.com/feeds/113930430146257115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21956149&amp;postID=113930430146257115&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21956149/posts/default/113930430146257115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21956149/posts/default/113930430146257115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymajorgripe.blogspot.com/2006/02/ya-know-what-really-drives-me-nuts.html' title='Ya Know What Really Drives Me Nuts?!?'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053255773807425541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21956149.post-113906094114610950</id><published>2006-02-04T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T05:49:01.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These are My Major Gripes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I am starting this page to talk about my major gripes-- about everyday life, the news, the neighbors-- WHATEVER :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Today, I am gonna gripe about email... you know, those guys who email you that they have this "great business opportunity" for you... just give them your social security number, date of birth, phone number, address, bank account numbers, credit card numbers, and we will screw you, your credit and your entire life!  On an average, I get 3 or 4 of these a day!  Now tell me, how in the world can there really be that many people who want to enhance my financial well being???  Now, respond to one of these emails, and it will create ten more just like it!  It makes me wonder just how many people out there are duped by this scam.  How many people have lost it all?  I met a guy once who fell for this-- and even after giving these people thousands of dollars, he continued to give them money on the pretense of "covering the upfront costs of transferring the other money to his account."  It was really sad.  I don't know what ever happened to him, but it can't be good.  When is this scam gonna get old and move onto something bigger and better?  It really is getting boring...  Time for something new and exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21956149-113906094114610950?l=mymajorgripe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymajorgripe.blogspot.com/feeds/113906094114610950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21956149&amp;postID=113906094114610950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21956149/posts/default/113906094114610950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21956149/posts/default/113906094114610950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymajorgripe.blogspot.com/2006/02/these-are-my-major-gripes.html' title='These are My Major Gripes'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053255773807425541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
