<?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-9283500</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:51:25.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>movita</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>311</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-7833924460171520032</id><published>2009-11-18T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:13:12.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>movin' on</title><content type='html'>The times they are a changin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.movitabeaucoup.wordpress.com/"&gt;www.movitabeaucoup.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-7833924460171520032?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/7833924460171520032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=7833924460171520032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/7833924460171520032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/7833924460171520032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2009/11/movin-on.html' title='movin&apos; on'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-7491666452525392262</id><published>2009-11-15T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T09:48:24.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>apology</title><content type='html'>movita got a nice letter a few weeks ago. It was from a woman that she met when she lived in Fredericton. movita will call her Charlotte (mostly because that's her name). If you haven't been there, movita isn't gunna lie - Fredericton sucks ass. It really helped to have someone like Charlotte around. Charlotte is totally smart just like movita, so she doesn't live there anymore. Now Charlotte lives with cowboys and has reproduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was perusing your blog today and have decided that you must put together a publication of your musings. They're being wasted being just sent out into the internet void. Too entertaining and you would be better served by putting them in a book format and charging a ridiculous fee to those who want to read it. Also... I am sincerely sorry for the existence of my stroller.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movita was very happy. Finally someone has apologized for reproducing. And movita has decided to accept Charlotte's apology. Because it's not really her fault babies can't walk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-7491666452525392262?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/7491666452525392262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=7491666452525392262&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/7491666452525392262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/7491666452525392262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2009/10/apology.html' title='apology'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-7634849051008599011</id><published>2009-11-01T17:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:42:48.651-04:00</updated><title type='text'>happy blogiversary</title><content type='html'>movita has been writing to you for five years. Not much has changed and everything has changed. The best part is that her friends and family haven't deserted her yet and that she has found the perfect boy to plan her future with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and that The Rutherfords keep coming back for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-7634849051008599011?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/7634849051008599011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=7634849051008599011&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/7634849051008599011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/7634849051008599011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-blogiversary.html' title='happy blogiversary'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-3432773693557944638</id><published>2009-10-22T10:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:30:01.350-03:00</updated><title type='text'>le deuxième bébé de movita</title><content type='html'>movita is having another baby. As with the last, she is entrusting its care to Adopamop and Isa in France. They've done a bang up job with Lucy 2.0, so she figures Oscar 1.0 will be in good hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movita is very excited indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-3432773693557944638?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/3432773693557944638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=3432773693557944638&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/3432773693557944638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/3432773693557944638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2009/10/le-deuxieme-bebe-de-movita.html' title='le deuxième bébé de movita'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-6347116805338464558</id><published>2009-10-17T20:34:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:35:31.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in defense of mr. white</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://movita.blogspot.com/2009/07/bird-in-paw.html"&gt;saga of effie, niles and ebony&lt;/a&gt; continues. ebony still hates effie and niles, and movita and 2.0 still wake to the sounds of cat melees in the night. movita has requested that 2.0 be patient with ebony, for she is old, violent and likes to barf on our carpets when she's particularly pissed at us. But 2.0 gets especially upset when ebony puts the beats on niles, his new BFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this week 2.0 and movita woke to the sounds of ebony chasing niles down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; ebony! Cut it out! (pausing and turning to face movita) She's gunna get a swat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; But she's small. And getting old. And you could hurt her. And she could kill me in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; But she has to learn. She shouldn't be so mean to Mr. White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, but you should scold her when she behaves badly. And you have to scold her as soon as she misbehaves, not later. Otherwise she won't understand. Also, his name is niles, not Mr. White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; Okay, I promise I won't swat her. Even though she deserves it. And I think we should change his name to Mr. White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Thank you. And no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later movita could hear a ruckus down in the kitchen. A series of hisses followed by the skidding of cat paws. And movita could hear 2.0 yelling, "you are being scolded! You are being scolded! YOU ARE BEING SCOLDED!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-6347116805338464558?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/6347116805338464558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=6347116805338464558&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/6347116805338464558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/6347116805338464558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-defense-of-mr-white.html' title='in defense of mr. white'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-2799522409318093606</id><published>2009-10-12T19:36:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T17:48:58.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Carve-Off 2009</title><content type='html'>Yup. It's that time of year again. Pumpkin Carve-Off 2009. It was determined that this year's panel of judges be comprised of each competitor's mother plus Grasshopper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movita and 2.0 had just begun making plans for this year's face-off when they received the call to compete. 2.0 was a little alarmed. &lt;em&gt;"But it's Thanksgiving! Aren't we supposed to do this at the end of the month? We haven't planned properly."&lt;/em&gt; movita explained the situation. &lt;em&gt;"The Rutherfords have reproduced. This means everything is screwed up. That's why we should never have a baby."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391850948175987794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/StOz3r_iBFI/AAAAAAAAAhA/KbLNBTPouoE/s320/Rutherford+pumpkin.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391851033034378194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/StOz8oHWS9I/AAAAAAAAAhI/NPX9g9DoDAQ/s320/movita+pumpkin.JPG" /&gt;Pumpkins were purchased on the fly, and the competition began. 2.0 and movita were feeling pretty good about their under-planned pumpkin until 2.0 pointed out that the mouth kinda looked like it was spelling out "WOW." In fact, Rosie Beaucoup would later email: &lt;em&gt;"This judge requires a closer shot of the O in WOW as the motifs are not highly visible in the current photos." &lt;/em&gt;This didn't bode well. The "O" was a gourd. A gourd with blood streaming down its head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first vote rolled in from Mrs. Rutherford's mother. She voted for The Rutherford pumpkin. The second arrived from Mr. Rutherford's mother, and was another cast in favour of the cat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then a pair of rogue votes arrived via Hagley:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two votes from Toronto. H and her pumpkin expert friend L say Yay! to the cannibal pumpkin. While we admire the execution of the cat and the moon-like silhouette behind it, we feel a pumpkin eating a pumpkin is all kinds of awesome and the authentic expression on the little pumpkin's face all kinds of tragic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly, these votes did not count. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Rosie Beaucoup voted for movita's pumpkin - mostly because The Rutherford pumpkin was boring and because she made movita cry at Thanksgiving dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Grasshopper weighed in. With a lot of extra information. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello all,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hallowe’en is a very special time of the year for me, being a pagan and a blossoming diabetic. So I especially cherish the tradition of the “Jack O’ Lantern,” a masterful art form, transforming disgusting, barely-edible vegetables into beacons for curious children and warnings to demons/women. So, while I’m proud to see you again tackle pumpkins with knives and wits, you both fail on many levels.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;PUMPKIN A (The cannibal): It was an idea, that much I’ll grant you. The notion of a pumpkin eating a sentient creature is alarming, so points for that, but the edible creature feels like a tack-on, bearing no details or even affecting the creature that’s supposed be eating it. This could have been rectified by having the mouth of the cannibal stretched higher, with the eyes and nose tilted back, giving a more distorted presentation. The eyebrows are another sad mistake. Basic chunks, haphazardly and uncreatively chopped out of the pumpkin’s flesh when they could have been cut with much more flourish. Instead they’re simply angled rectangles. I want this pumpkin to be evil personified, but it’s just not happening. However, in its defence, it is clean and recognizable. Which children do enjoy as they tend to have trouble with complex shapes and ideas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;PUMPKIN B (SCAREDY CAT): I must admit that I’ve never been a fan of “scene” jack o’ lanterns. They never take advantage of the fact that the roundness of a pumpkin is perfect for creating ghoulish heads. But, I won’t dock points for this personal bias. However, I will dock you for the moon backdrop. If you realize that the shape of the pumpkin will harm your attempts at a round moon, the best thing to do is to shrink your overall image so the distortion is minimal. This moon looks like a botched pancake, friends. The cat is relatively well-done, with fine features that are hard to pull off, but I confess to being confused as to the whereabouts of its second back leg. Mistake during the carving stage? Lack of knowledge of catnatomy? Whatever the case, it’s distracting. Also, is the cat nimbly walking across a swimming pool? Is that where the moon is being reflected? The attempts at adding a sense of tone with the reflection works, however, so I can get past any logic problems I have with the scene.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY VOTE: This is a hard, close contest and I am typing this while crying, knowing I’ll have to break the hearts of some fine, fine people or Rachael. I’m going to have to go with the scaredy cat, simply for the complexity of the shapes. Congratulations, all. I look forward to next year’s entries already and towards you all “stepping up your game,” as kids and sports announcers say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huh. It's like he's applying to teach at art school. Or veterinary college. However, he is our permanent judge for both Pumpkin Carve-Off and Ginger, so we appreciate the time it must take to put together such palaverous assessments. Plus, it's obvious that he kinda hated both entries. That's almost like liking movita more than The Rutherfords.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then 2.0's mother cast her vote in favour of The Rutherfords. The final blow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, movita lost again. 4:1. But she's okay. Because she doesn't have baby crap all around her house and 2.0 doesn't mind that she ain't so good with pumpkins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One might even think it was the perfect fake-out for next year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-2799522409318093606?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/2799522409318093606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=2799522409318093606&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/2799522409318093606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/2799522409318093606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumpkin-carve-off-2009.html' title='Pumpkin Carve-Off 2009'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/StOz3r_iBFI/AAAAAAAAAhA/KbLNBTPouoE/s72-c/Rutherford+pumpkin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-1199549948594421856</id><published>2009-10-08T10:44:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T22:16:37.274-03:00</updated><title type='text'>meadow muffin</title><content type='html'>movita is doing her part for the environment. She has gardens to save the honey bees, she composts and recycles, she wears yoga pants a lot and she rides the bus to work. movita feels that taking the Peasant Wagon to work is her biggest sacrifice. (That, and allowing Hagley to flirt shamelessly with 2.0.) Anhyoo, it turns out other people are returning favours to the earth too. Yesterday, when waiting at the bus shelter near her home, movita could smell something a little... turdish. And guess what? It &lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;poop. Not dog poop. &lt;em&gt;Person&lt;/em&gt; poop. Someone had used her bus shelter as a toilet. Someone with digestive issues had pooped in the area meant to protect movita from acid rain and bugs. And then used one of his sports socks as a wiping device.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that made movita feel a little better was seeing William H. Macy sitting across from her on the bus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-1199549948594421856?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/1199549948594421856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=1199549948594421856&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/1199549948594421856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/1199549948594421856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2009/10/movita-is-doing-her-part-for.html' title='meadow muffin'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-5526287808088936482</id><published>2009-10-03T22:51:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:20:22.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tee shots and slap chops</title><content type='html'>2.0 is a great golfer. He wins tournaments all of the time. And then he brings home crappy prizes. Tool bags, extra large golf shirts with construction logos, duffel bags. movita has asked him to start winning awesome prizes (like the dvd player he won a while back). movita has also asked him to stop bringing home crappy prizes that she has no interest in using.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, when 2.0 picked movita up at work he had good news. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; I golfed really well today. I had a spectacular tee shot on the 18th. Three hundred and twenty four yards. Tiger Woods would have clapped for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Nice! So you won?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; Yup, and you won't believe what's waiting for you at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; What? What's waiting for me at home?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; A great prize. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; What?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; It's something we've wanted for a really long time. I can't tell you what it is, because I'm afraid you'll pee in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; I guess if we're not allowed to eat in the new car, we can't pee in the new car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; You got that right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Is it another travel mug?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; Nope! Man, you're going to be so happy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The drive home seemed to take forever. After pulling into the driveway, 2.0 bolted out of the car and ran round to the trunk. movita stood on the lawn, with her eyes closed (as requested by 2.0). As he rummaged in the trunk, 2.0 told movita that when you win a golf tournament, you get first crack at the prizes. 2.0 had looked at all of prizes that afternoon... dvd players, coolers, barbecue sets, drills, tools... and he quickly grabbed what he felt was the best prize on the table. As the victor, this was his earned right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.0 picked the Slap Chop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; This is awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; I know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; I wanted to get one for your birthday, but couldn't find one. That's why I got you the mp3 player. But I know you &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; wanted the Slap Chop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; Let's chop some onions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Maybe we should wait until we actually need something chopped. Like when we're cooking. You can help chop when I'm making the minestrone tomorrow night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; Yah. I'll do that. I can't wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Let's go in and take it out of the box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;em&gt;under his breath) &lt;/em&gt;This is going to be awesome. All we need now is the Graty...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-5526287808088936482?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/5526287808088936482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=5526287808088936482&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/5526287808088936482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/5526287808088936482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2009/10/tee-shots-and-slap-chops.html' title='tee shots and slap chops'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-954326287545751336</id><published>2009-09-17T10:28:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:46:53.992-03:00</updated><title type='text'>post script</title><content type='html'>movita would like to point out that on their anniversary, after presenting her with a golf club, 2.0 announced that he had found a birthday gift for Hagley. This seemed especially thoughtful given the... golf club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; I have something for your sister's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Really? What? &lt;em&gt;(Thinking: a golf club?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; Do you think she was serious when she said she wanted sex for her birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; Really? I can't tell with you two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, she wants sex for her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; Okay. Well, I got her a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Really? Where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; At work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; What's he like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Is he nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; Um, sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Is he single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; I don't know. I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita&lt;/span&gt;: Does he talk about a girlfriend? A wife? Have you seen him with a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; What does he look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; A dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Did you tell him about her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Can you help me out here? Can you tell me anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; Um...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Do you think she'll like him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; If the rumours at work aren't true, and he ISN'T gay, then she's really going to like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; What? Why would they think he's gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; He bought a house with a dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; I'm pretty sure this isn't going to work out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-954326287545751336?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/954326287545751336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=954326287545751336&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/954326287545751336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/954326287545751336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2009/09/post-script.html' title='post script'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-2603475959257795981</id><published>2009-09-17T09:42:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:21:09.878-03:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the thought that counts</title><content type='html'>Last week 2.0 and movita celebrated their anniversary. movita spent the whole day feeling very lucky and eagerly awaiting 2.0's return from work. movita had a beautiful card that she made just for him (in her new Crafting Centre). She had spent a great deal of time designing something to show him just how much she cares about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When 2.0 came home from work movita was standing in the kitchen. She saw him peeking through the window of the front door. movita was so excited when he burst through the entrance saying, "I got you something!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movita looked down to his hands. He was carrying a... golf club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I don't play golf," movita said, "and... I don't swing left."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh. Really? That's funny. Well... I guess I can always use it in my golf tournament tomorrow. I mean, since &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; can't use it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, when celebrating Hagley's birthday, movita heard 2.0 telling Hagley all about the golf club he got movita for their anniversary. Hagley was nodding her head in approval. And movita thought, &lt;em&gt;you're both getting something special for Christmas this year. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-2603475959257795981?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/2603475959257795981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=2603475959257795981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/2603475959257795981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/2603475959257795981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-thought-that-counts.html' title='it&apos;s the thought that counts'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-3849817615229375893</id><published>2009-08-29T09:34:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:41:56.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'>here's hoping...</title><content type='html'>movita is in Toronto. She's having a brilliant time (if you don't count Hagley spraying movita in the face with soy sauce). Today movita and Hagley are meeting The Otherfords for lunch, and movita wonders if they will bring &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ByT0urCk8gQ/RfixceSmHII/AAAAAAAAAIw/tnzGMxpVh3g/s1600-h/gramcape.jpg"&gt;Grammar&lt;/a&gt; and let her eat at the table with us. Do cats like Korean food? movita hopes so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;update 30.8.09: The Otherfords didn't bring Grammar. Turns out cats &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like Korean food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-3849817615229375893?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/3849817615229375893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=3849817615229375893&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/3849817615229375893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/3849817615229375893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2009/08/heres-hoping.html' title='here&apos;s hoping...'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-3577065852933290633</id><published>2009-08-25T07:50:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T08:52:18.697-03:00</updated><title type='text'>fleur de champagne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SpPCZGI33FI/AAAAAAAAAgo/DsvnNF4nxlM/s1600-h/fleur%27s+last+day.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373852516783479890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SpPCZGI33FI/AAAAAAAAAgo/DsvnNF4nxlM/s320/fleur%27s+last+day.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today movita and 2.0 have to say goodbye to their faithful companion, Fleur. As far as roadsters go, there could be no finer chariot than this flaxen winged speedball. Dependable, obviously showy and always classy, she can best be described as a gold streak of supersonicness. Street-smart and ever savvy, movita will miss her slightly rusted bits and constant chatter. Farewell, fine friend, farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Admittedly, movita is looking forward to bringing home a brand new,  fully loaded graphite coloured sidekick this evening.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-3577065852933290633?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/3577065852933290633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=3577065852933290633&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/3577065852933290633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/3577065852933290633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2009/08/fleur-de-champagne.html' title='fleur de champagne'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SpPCZGI33FI/AAAAAAAAAgo/DsvnNF4nxlM/s72-c/fleur%27s+last+day.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-1065923304239055353</id><published>2009-08-25T07:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T07:50:17.677-03:00</updated><title type='text'>the aftermath</title><content type='html'>movita survived hurricane Bill. Thanks for asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SpPBRbH_8zI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Y3Nw0dz95bU/s1600-h/Hurricane+Bill+damage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373851285466379058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SpPBRbH_8zI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Y3Nw0dz95bU/s320/Hurricane+Bill+damage.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-1065923304239055353?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/1065923304239055353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=1065923304239055353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/1065923304239055353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/1065923304239055353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2009/08/aftermath.html' title='the aftermath'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SpPBRbH_8zI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Y3Nw0dz95bU/s72-c/Hurricane+Bill+damage.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-7738961791172618374</id><published>2009-08-21T22:23:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:27:58.825-03:00</updated><title type='text'>bill</title><content type='html'>movita would like to point out that though her "fans" are perfectly happy to bitch when she doesn't update her blog frequently enough, not a one has written to express concern over the hurricane that is currently headed her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can only hope that tupelo will keep her warm when the lights go out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-7738961791172618374?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/7738961791172618374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=7738961791172618374&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/7738961791172618374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/7738961791172618374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2009/08/bill.html' title='bill'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-8145669557287239631</id><published>2009-08-21T21:10:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T21:14:32.477-03:00</updated><title type='text'>what's in a name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; (hollered from the kitchen) Honey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; (from the basement) Yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; Can we rename effie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; To what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; tupelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; What? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; There's a golf course in South Carolina that I really like... Tupelo Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-8145669557287239631?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/8145669557287239631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=8145669557287239631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/8145669557287239631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/8145669557287239631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-in-name.html' title='what&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-4539304113709628657</id><published>2009-08-13T19:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T19:50:57.182-03:00</updated><title type='text'>terms of endearment</title><content type='html'>Today 2.0 called movita his "little poop stain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-4539304113709628657?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/4539304113709628657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=4539304113709628657&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/4539304113709628657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/4539304113709628657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2009/08/terms-of-endearment.html' title='terms of endearment'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-7044609516084572496</id><published>2009-08-03T11:16:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:10:43.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>miracle at the baby factory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; Honey, come here! I have a steak shaped just like Cape Breton Island!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366245846453186530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/Sni8Km9B7-I/AAAAAAAAAb0/pO2YH44f6aI/s320/miracle+steak.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366246030083956418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/Sni8VTCBHsI/AAAAAAAAAcE/fwEPOZOgz_o/s320/steak+comparison.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;movita told you he was endlessly entertaining.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-7044609516084572496?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/7044609516084572496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=7044609516084572496&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/7044609516084572496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/7044609516084572496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2009/08/miracle-at-baby-factory.html' title='miracle at the baby factory'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/Sni8Km9B7-I/AAAAAAAAAb0/pO2YH44f6aI/s72-c/miracle+steak.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-6919768524058459065</id><published>2009-07-29T11:55:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T12:05:50.008-03:00</updated><title type='text'>musings</title><content type='html'>movita always enjoys hearing 2.0's ideas. He's very smart and they share many of the same opinions. But there are times when 2.0 says things that make movita stop in her tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the musings of 2.0:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe we should use a Sharpie to make niles' spots symmetrical.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now, when I start this repair we won't be able to use the bathroom for two or three days. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why won't niles come here? &lt;em&gt;(Shaking can of black spray paint.) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But &lt;em&gt;I AM&lt;/em&gt; the boss of you... right? &lt;em&gt;(pausing)&lt;/em&gt; Why can't I be the boss of you?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That new bird feeder is going to attract lots birds... I bet we could catch a real small one for the cats to play with.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I forgot my belt. &lt;em&gt;(Sound of pants hitting floor.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; That bathroom has been cleaned for the guests. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; That's okay. I'll go outside. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Or use the upstairs bathroom? &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; I guess...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Which one does your mother like? Oh. Then I like that one too. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; We should probably stop for milk on the way home. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; We should &lt;strong&gt;probably&lt;/strong&gt; get a cow!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This tastes bad. (Exclaimed from the perennial bed.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;He's endlessly entertaining. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-6919768524058459065?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/6919768524058459065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=6919768524058459065&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/6919768524058459065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/6919768524058459065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2009/07/musings.html' title='musings'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-4381094548782480593</id><published>2009-07-10T10:47:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:22:21.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rutherfords think they are funny, movita not amused</title><content type='html'>Last week, Mr. and Mrs. Rutherford dropped this book off for movita. It's from 1976, which is, coincidentally, the last year movita even considered having a baby. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356828161559288370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SldG1MyM2jI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ZABXiTmL_84/s400/book.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-4381094548782480593?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/4381094548782480593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=4381094548782480593&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/4381094548782480593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/4381094548782480593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2009/07/rutherfords-think-they-are-funny-movita.html' title='rutherfords think they are funny, movita not amused'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SldG1MyM2jI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ZABXiTmL_84/s72-c/book.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-3793649227451925014</id><published>2009-07-07T22:17:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T07:47:55.787-03:00</updated><title type='text'>a bird in the paw</title><content type='html'>2.0's cat, ebony, really doesn't like effie and niles. She hates 'em like movita hates leaf blowers. The fur has been flying in the new house for a few weeks now. There have been some sleepless nights for all of us. ebony is pretty tough - like street gang tough - and is happy to put the beats on movita's cats with the slightest provocation. Though 2.0 and movita have been dealing with things the best they can, and have tried a number of things to assist the kitties in adjusting to their new living arrangement, they are always trying to come up with new ideas to address the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(turning to face movita on the couch)&lt;/em&gt; Maybe we need something for all three cats to do together. You know, something fun. Then they'd do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; together and forget all about fighting with one another. They would bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Such as?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; Well, we could go to a pet store and buy a tiiiny bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; And then we could set it free in the house! All of the cats would work together to hunt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; But if they killed something together they would probably get along better. They'd have a lot of fun. Cats like killing birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; We'll think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-3793649227451925014?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/3793649227451925014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=3793649227451925014&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/3793649227451925014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/3793649227451925014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2009/07/bird-in-paw.html' title='a bird in the paw'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-7064958226110523714</id><published>2009-06-26T07:21:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:59:23.316-03:00</updated><title type='text'>movita moves into baby factory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; Bad news... &lt;em&gt;(closing the front door behind him)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; About?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; The house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; I'm not sure if I should tell you... you might want to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; I really don't think you're going to like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;movita is now thinking that either the water system is contaminated and she's been drinking high levels of arsenic, the roof is about to collapse upon her, or the neighbourhood has been taken over by gangs. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; What? What's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; We moved into a baby factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; I'm sorry... what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; The man next door just told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Told you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; That we moved into a baby factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; They're gunna be watching you. The whole neighbourhood will. Retired Guy jokes about it with his wife. They figure we'll be having a baby in no time. This place is a baby factory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Did you tell him I'm dead inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; Nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that 2.0 has been making friends with Retired Guy next door. Retired Guy is a very nice fellow who told 2.0 a little about the history of our house. Retired Guy and his wife are convinced that our house is a baby factory... that something about our house makes all who live in it want to reproduce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A single woman moves into the house (which was brand new at the time) about 50 years ago. She "takes up" with "some man," has multiple children and they have to move out to accommodate their brood.&lt;br /&gt;2. Some famous sports dude (apparently movita was supposed to recognize the name) moves in with his wife, adds an en suite bathroom, spawns three children and they have to move into a bigger house.&lt;br /&gt;3. A couple moves into the house, child-free, plant a crap-load of gardens, hatch a couple of kids and have to move to a larger property.&lt;br /&gt;4. 2.0 and movita move in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, 2.0 is removing the door from the top of the basement stairwell - it's always in our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; We'll probably have to put this back on when we have the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-7064958226110523714?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/7064958226110523714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=7064958226110523714&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/7064958226110523714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/7064958226110523714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2009/06/movita-moves-into-baby-factory.html' title='movita moves into baby factory'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-7860051413286983207</id><published>2009-06-17T09:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T09:43:47.237-03:00</updated><title type='text'>moving day</title><content type='html'>movita is moving tomorrow. It's all very exciting and movita can hardly contain her joy. However, movita is a little worried. Not about the move - 2.0 is the bomb. movita is worried because she hasn't told 2.0 about Baby Chrissy yet, and she's thinking that maybe she should have done that a while ago. movita is afraid that 2.0 won't like Baby Chrissy, and that this could cause some friction in the new household. (Though seriously, who couldn't love Baby Chrissy?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, she's wondering what the movers will think when movita requests that Baby Chrissy ride up front with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-7860051413286983207?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/7860051413286983207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=7860051413286983207&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/7860051413286983207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/7860051413286983207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2009/06/moving-day.html' title='moving day'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-3087187328605962383</id><published>2009-05-28T09:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T09:54:12.177-03:00</updated><title type='text'>hagley's dog completely disgusting</title><content type='html'>movita forgot to tell you that Hagley's dog, &lt;a href="http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-anniversary-luke-and-hagley.html"&gt;Luke&lt;/a&gt;, ate a rabbit. A live rabbit. It was pretty bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-3087187328605962383?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/3087187328605962383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=3087187328605962383&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/3087187328605962383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/3087187328605962383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2009/05/hagleys-dog-completely-disgusting.html' title='hagley&apos;s dog completely disgusting'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-23393898048356847</id><published>2009-05-28T07:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T09:56:25.812-03:00</updated><title type='text'>things that piss movita off - part deux</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;when bananas make themselves impenetrable &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dirt and disorganization&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bugs that land in your lip gloss&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;earwigs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when effie jumps on movita's stomach in the middle of the night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;people who use words such as irregardless and boughten (because they AREN'T words)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bathing suits&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lady shorts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;men in elastic cuffed jogging pants - light gray in particular, and especially when at the grocery store&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loopers - people who call movita (or other innocents), leave a message and then insist on calling over and over again (as if movita can't see the 30 call-backs on her call display), or leave subsequent messages to see if she got the original message, find out her response to the message, remind her to call concerning the message... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when people call movita and &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; leave a message - movita has call display, and movita figures no message means you were probably calling just to waste movita's time &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when people at movita's work say, "what? You don't have kids? But you're so good with them! &lt;em&gt;You'd be a greeeat mom!&lt;/em&gt;" movita would like to point out that: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;movita is dead inside, and in all likelihood, cannot reproduce.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;movita doesn't want kids in her house. She goes to great efforts to ensure that her house is perilous to children.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;movita doesn't want kids &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;because&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; she works with kids.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;movita knows that some people feel bad for over-populating the planet and regret that they must live in a kid-safe-dirty-disorganized world with inaccessible plugs and baby gates, but that's not movita's problem. movita knows they just want to take movita down with them, and movita ain't falling for it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340832248629777474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/Sh5yohiHVEI/AAAAAAAAAbk/95txoBOgQSc/s320/outlet+plugs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-23393898048356847?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/23393898048356847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=23393898048356847&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/23393898048356847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/23393898048356847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-that-piss-movita-off-part-deux.html' title='things that piss movita off - part deux'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/Sh5yohiHVEI/AAAAAAAAAbk/95txoBOgQSc/s72-c/outlet+plugs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-8591088950116089863</id><published>2009-04-27T23:50:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T07:41:42.756-03:00</updated><title type='text'>movita 2009</title><content type='html'>movita is about to turn... old. As movita reflects on her many great years (and her &lt;a href="http://movita.blogspot.com/2007/12/some-of-you-may-be-aware-that-movita-is.html"&gt;not-so-great ones&lt;/a&gt;), she is happy to report that big things are happenin' in her life. For example, movita is moving. Yup, moving. And not just because there are &lt;a href="http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/03/uncommon-ground.html"&gt;jousters&lt;/a&gt; on her front lawn and there have been several &lt;a href="http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/03/movita-run-over.html"&gt;attempts on her life&lt;/a&gt;. movita is moving because 2.0 is moving. You read right. 2.0 has found a new home, and movita is going to live there with 2.0, effie, niles, ebony and &lt;a href="http://movita.blogspot.com/2009/03/2.html"&gt;the sled&lt;/a&gt;. There's a white picket fence and everything. And movita is happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, movita would like to remind you that asking her to "update her frickin' blog" remains unhelpful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-8591088950116089863?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/8591088950116089863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=8591088950116089863&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/8591088950116089863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/8591088950116089863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2009/04/movita-2009.html' title='movita 2009'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-4806168302245772809</id><published>2009-04-27T15:50:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:03:47.251-03:00</updated><title type='text'>things that piss movita off - part un</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leeches. In the water and/or on land. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slow walkers. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who stop to talk to other people at the bottom of staircases, escalators, in busy hallways and the like, thus interrupting the flow of more intelligent people through public spaces. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The inappropriate use of restaurant booths (i.e. when two people sit side by side on one side of the booth rather than across from one another). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who leave crumbs in the butter. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bugs. Yah, movita knows we need them for the frickin' ecosystem. Shut up, nerds. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leaf blowers and the people who use them. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Motorbikes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People with no spatial awareness (often slow walkers). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baby strollers, baby strollers on buses, baby strollers on subways, baby strollers in movita's way in any public space.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slow walkers with baby strollers. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When people insist that eating outdoors is awesome. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cruise ships. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-4806168302245772809?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/4806168302245772809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=4806168302245772809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/4806168302245772809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/4806168302245772809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-that-piss-movita-off-part-un.html' title='things that piss movita off - part un'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-1797182503633544716</id><published>2009-04-12T22:51:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:24:05.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hagley does africa</title><content type='html'>movita's sister, Hagley, is in Africa. She's only been away for a week, but it feels like forever and ever to movita, and she won't be back for two more. Hagley doesn't have a lot of internet access these days, but her last email mentioned a headless rat, so it sounds like she's having fun. movita misses hagley. Mostly because she wants to be able to call her at all hours of the night to talk about boys and furry animals (and sometimes, furry boys).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323987886685389202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SeKaxnZdgZI/AAAAAAAAAbc/IQILNKtFnOA/s400/hagley+does+africa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-1797182503633544716?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/1797182503633544716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=1797182503633544716&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/1797182503633544716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/1797182503633544716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2009/04/hagley-does-africa.html' title='hagley does africa'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SeKaxnZdgZI/AAAAAAAAAbc/IQILNKtFnOA/s72-c/hagley+does+africa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-7867962570822015498</id><published>2009-03-26T00:17:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:58:12.065-03:00</updated><title type='text'>big, fat losers</title><content type='html'>movita has a French sister. She's not her real sister, but she's close enough. Her name is Isa, and she's awesome. She is also the mother of movita's baby, Lucy 2.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movita's brother (Adopamop), Isa and Lucy 2.0 came to Nova Scotia for Christmas. They were here for four weeks. You learn a lot about people when they crash in your country for four weeks. For example, French kids can power puke on even the shortest of car rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it turns out Isa has a guilty pleasure. It's American tv. Not the good stuff. The really, really bad stuff. She spent hours watching shows like Maury Povich, The Bachelor, Cops and Trading Spouses: Meet Your New Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A typical holiday conversation with movita's French sister:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Day One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Isa:&lt;/span&gt; You are here just in time. There is a DNA special on Maury today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Isa, it's not a SPECIAL. Every day is DNA Day on Maury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Day Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Isa:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, my goodness, Rach, you must come and see. The World's Biggest, Fattest Loser is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; I think you mean, &lt;em&gt;The Biggest Loser&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Isa:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, the Big Fat Losers are on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Day Three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Isa:&lt;/span&gt; Rach, there is a DNA special on Maury today. It starts in five minutes. You should sit and watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Isa, it's not special when it's on EVERY day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Day Four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Isa:&lt;/span&gt; Raaaach! The World's Biggest, Fattest Fat Loser Person Show is on. Sit and watch with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Again, I think it's called, &lt;em&gt;The Biggest Loser&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Day Five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Isa:&lt;/span&gt; The World's Biggest, Fat, Fat, Fat American Losers is on. Today is all about couples. Fat couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; I don't think we're supposed to talk about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Day Six&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Isa:&lt;/span&gt; Raaaaach! Maury is doing a special on paternity today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; A DNA special?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Isa:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, yes! It's a special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Day Seven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Isa:&lt;/span&gt; Guess what's on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Are we still doing this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-7867962570822015498?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/7867962570822015498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=7867962570822015498&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/7867962570822015498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/7867962570822015498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-fat-fcking-loser.html' title='big, fat losers'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-6088254348313469898</id><published>2009-03-16T14:48:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:22:52.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cats and sleds</title><content type='html'>2.0 has to travel a lot for work. This causes him a lot of stress. You might think this is because he's not going to get to hang out with movita, but you'd be thinking wrong. It's because he has to leave his cat, ebony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When 2.0 goes away, someone has to look after ebony. You have to be very nice to ebony. Mostly because ebony will, in all likelihood, barf on something you like if you aren't. And because movita is very important and very busy, 2.0 stresses out about the quantity and quality of care ebony will receive whilst he is away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movita has suggested that ebony come and stay with she, effie and niles, but 2.0 is convinced that ebony will kill either movita, effie or niles. He may have a point. One day, when sitting in 2.0's living room, ebony ran from one end of the apartment to the other, hissing and charging toward the patio door. movita was very scared. 2.0 said, "she just saw her reflection in the patio door and thought it was another cat." movita thought: &lt;em&gt;yikes&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, bearing this in mind, movita suggested yesterday that perhaps a back up plan might be The Rutherfords. ebony could come and stay with movita, effie and niles, and if things were going really badly, she could call The Rutherfords for assistance. They don't do much right, but it turns out they're great with cats. Cats like them. (Only cats like them.) So, movita figured if ebony really did try scratch her eyes out, she could call The Rutherfords and ask if they might be willing to give her (ebony) shelter for a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.0 paused for thought. And then said, "well, only if they wouldn't make fun of her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movita thought (but didn't say out loud): &lt;em&gt;because ebony's... fat?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know," he continued, "because Mrs. Rutherford made fun of my sled."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. The sled. Of course. 2.0 is still mad about the sled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Rutherford and I discovered the sled October when checking in on ebony one day. movita was taking care of business in the laundry room and Mrs. Rutherford was in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mrs. Rutherford:&lt;/span&gt; Raaaaaaach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mrs. Rutherford:&lt;/span&gt; Uh... what's this sled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; What sled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mrs. Rutherford:&lt;/span&gt; 2.0 has a toll painted sled out here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; (after engaging super speed mode to get to the living room) What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mrs. Rutherford:&lt;/span&gt; Yah, look. It's a little sled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Where'd you find it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mrs. Rutherford:&lt;/span&gt; Here, by the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Beside the couch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mrs. Rutherford:&lt;/span&gt; Yah, tucked in here. It's sparkly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; And it has snowmen! Why does he have it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mrs. Rutherford:&lt;/span&gt; I dunno. You haven't seen this before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Uh, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mrs. Rutherford:&lt;/span&gt; Wow. It's so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Yah. Look we haven't been dating long. I... don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, movita had to ask 2.0 about the sled when he returned home from his trip. Naturally, she said it was only Mrs. Rutherford that was making fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; But WHERE did it come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; Why? Don't you like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Well that's not really the question at hand here. Why do you have it? Did your mother make it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; What if I made it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; DID you make it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Oh. Did you... inherit it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; No. Maybe I just really like it. Don't you like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Well, it's very small. It's not like you could ACTUALLY sled on it. And it hasn't really been on display, so it caught me by surprise. You are, after all, in the construction field. And you've never said anything about toll painting before. And it's October. Not December. And it kind of looks like a holiday decoration...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; You don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; I didn't say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; But Mrs. Rutherford was making fun of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Yes. Yes, she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;2.0:&lt;/span&gt; Well, I don't think I'm going to like her very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Nope. You probably won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fives months later, 2.0 now claims that the two sparkly snowmen on the sled are he and his son, 3.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has not helped the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still no agreement on the cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-6088254348313469898?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/6088254348313469898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=6088254348313469898&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/6088254348313469898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/6088254348313469898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2009/03/2.html' title='cats and sleds'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-7910206966028085823</id><published>2009-03-12T00:23:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:42:26.778-03:00</updated><title type='text'>back up offa me</title><content type='html'>yes, movita knows. movita knows that you want her to update her blog. movita knows that you lead boring, middle aged lives, and that you live vicariously through her. movita has been resisting the temptation to tell some of you to bugger off. Partly because it would be rude, but mostly because she's too busy and important to waste her time telling you to bugger off. movita has been so busy in fact, that it wasn't until she was almost out the door for work yesterday that she realized her yoga pants were on backwards. movita was relieved to have discovered the error - the people movita works with idolize her and want to be just like her. And it would have been terribly embarrassing if she had discovered the wardrobe malfunction when she was teaching. Like about three hours later when realized her top was on backwards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-7910206966028085823?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/7910206966028085823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=7910206966028085823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/7910206966028085823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/7910206966028085823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-up-offa-me.html' title='back up offa me'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-7650670680284890022</id><published>2009-02-26T12:22:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:41:37.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ya four-eyed boner</title><content type='html'>movita has some good news and bad news for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that she is not blind. movita knows this because she can still see stuff and she had some special tests done on her eyes a couple of weeks ago. Apparently, the tests are commonly done on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;middle aged&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. When the eye doctor mentioned this to movita, she found it necessary to point out to him that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; middle aged. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; are middle aged." He looked a little surprised to hear the news. movita guesses he couldn't figure this out on his own because he's middle aged and a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; might be middle aged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-7650670680284890022?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/7650670680284890022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=7650670680284890022&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/7650670680284890022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/7650670680284890022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2009/02/four-eyed-boner.html' title='ya four-eyed boner'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-8562286144676132154</id><published>2009-01-29T10:40:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:23:42.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>still life with cat and lobster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SYHA3yAWaUI/AAAAAAAAAao/f421GCVqCAM/s1600-h/gramlobster.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296726701312993602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SYHA3yAWaUI/AAAAAAAAAao/f421GCVqCAM/s320/gramlobster.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look what movita has. A picture of The &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ByT0urCk8gQ/Rgb_e95sjII/AAAAAAAAAI4/_4sHdgb4vPU/s1600-h/wetsuits.jpg"&gt;Otherford's&lt;/a&gt; cat. A picture of The Otherford's cat on their table. With their dinner. That's right. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ByT0urCk8gQ/RfixceSmHII/AAAAAAAAAIw/tnzGMxpVh3g/s1600-h/gramcape.jpg"&gt;Grammar&lt;/a&gt; has her face shoved into a bowl of congealed butter. Her itty bitty kitty litter paws are dangerously close to a festive meal of crustaceans. Such a delightful meal. And then, bleck... cat paws. The Otherfords probably think it's cool. They did, after all, send movita the picture. Of course, The Otherfords like wet suits and hockey, so whudda they know? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;movita found this video on how to eat lobster, and it doesn't mention cats anywhere. Not once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="vjplayer29012009" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" width="400" align="middle" height="345" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="10583"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="9128"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://www.videojug.com/film/player?id=fc66c0fe-840f-8633-2ce1-ff0008c9da40"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://www.videojug.com/film/player?id=fc66c0fe-840f-8633-2ce1-ff0008c9da40"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.videojug.com/film/player?id=fc66c0fe-840f-8633-2ce1-ff0008c9da40" quality="high" width="400" height="345" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videojug.com/tag/dining-etiquette"&gt;Dining Etiquette&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;a href="http://www.videojug.com/film/how-to-eat-lobster-3"&gt;How To Eat Lobster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-8562286144676132154?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/8562286144676132154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=8562286144676132154&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/8562286144676132154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/8562286144676132154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='still life with cat and lobster'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SYHA3yAWaUI/AAAAAAAAAao/f421GCVqCAM/s72-c/gramlobster.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-3008450901257844700</id><published>2008-12-23T07:24:00.023-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:32:23.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ginger 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Good news. movita finally won something. No, not your heart. That's obvious. Ginger 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movita prepared for this year's competition for a few weeks. Mostly squats and the vigorous consumption of candy. movita hates that The Rutherfords beat her at everything, or rather, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;used&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to beat her at everything, and she was determined to defeat them this year. So she planned and planned, and she was more than ready for the big day when it finally arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something happened when she and 2.0 landed at The Rutherfords'. First off, 2.0 actually participated. movita isn't used to having a partner who actually participates, and she was a little... thrown. The plan got all messed up. Sketches and diagrams were abandoned, and order was thrown out the window. As the house neared completion movita got worried. The front yard looked a little... how do you say? Déchets blancs. As the final touches were being placed on the house, 2.0 indicated that he thought the only thing missing was a hood-less car propped up on cinder blocks in the front yard. (movita didn't find this helpful.) movita tried to look objectively at the house. She stepped back to admire the creation. As photos were taken, the lamp posts in the front yard began to lean to one side. The Christmas lights began to sag. Each section of the white picket fence leaned a different way. The ginger property was full of junk and slabs of masonry began to slide off the front of the house. And movita thought, &lt;em&gt;he's right. 2.0 is right. And that car in the front yard? It was probably involved in a drive-by.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what? Kids like crap. And so do their parents. And guess who judged the competition? Kids and their crap-lovin' parents (because once you have kids you lose most of your good taste and common sense). Photos of the houses were posted at a holiday party hosted by movita's employer (Mrs. Rutherford works there too), and the crap lovin' attendees adored movita's house. Like a bunch of white people watching Boyz in the Hood and then throwin' gang signs, they embraced the crack-house atmosphere of the property, and cast their votes it our favour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282945220638515234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SVDKsBwBoCI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ymc5nwP2ZE0/s400/our+house+1.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;movita's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282945406805220610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SVDK23RoHQI/AAAAAAAAAaE/r8dTW8GGVwc/s400/rutherford+house+3.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rutherford House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Rutherford house is okay too - if you like white, middle class suburbia. But movita lives in the hood now. She left suburbia a year ago. And she ain't goin' back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-3008450901257844700?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/3008450901257844700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=3008450901257844700&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/3008450901257844700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/3008450901257844700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/12/ginger-2008.html' title='ginger 2008'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SVDKsBwBoCI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ymc5nwP2ZE0/s72-c/our+house+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-7212948523592081902</id><published>2008-11-12T09:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:24:45.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>props to the pops</title><content type='html'>This year movita has seen the passing of many great daddies. These men were, particularly to their friends and families, some of the greatest men to have ever walked the planet. movita remembers these men with great affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naturally, movita has been thinking about her own daddy. Where would she be without him? Certainly, she wouldn't be nearly as athletic or adept at sports as she is. Now, movita knows that some of you are going to point out that she doesn't actually &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;play&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; sports, and movita will probably tell you to go suck it. For if you know movita, you will know that she is extremely delicate and lady-like, and, like a hand model, her chosen profession makes her reluctant to take chances with her highly tuned body. Also, she hates dirt, and a surprising number of sports involve dirt and the outdoors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you know that movita's daddy was a tennis champ? This is why when The Rutherfords ask her to play tennis she declines. With these genetics, she would make The Rutherfords look really bad, and then Mr. Rutherford would have no reason to live. (Mr. Rutherford thinks he's super awesome at all athletics.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267399201819266610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SRmPqoqdDjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Lo_A_8IR-zA/s320/movitasdaddyplaystennis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, movita, like her daddy, is awesome at playing baseball. movita is pretty sure that her grandparents once told her that he used to play for the Blue Jays, but they also convinced most of her relatives that movita dances with the National Ballet of Canada, so they may not have been a reliable source of information. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267399063141359426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SRmPikDEH0I/AAAAAAAAAS0/o-BSOaF_Guc/s320/movitasdaddyplaysbaseball.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;movita recommends that you think a little about your own daddy today. Maybe, if you're lucky like movita, you've still got him around to squeeze and stuff. Sure, he probably isn't as awesome as movita's daddy, and sure, he probably didn't play baseball for the Blue Jays, but movita bets he's good at other stuff. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-7212948523592081902?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/7212948523592081902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=7212948523592081902&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/7212948523592081902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/7212948523592081902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-year-movita-has-seen-passing-of.html' title='props to the pops'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SRmPqoqdDjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Lo_A_8IR-zA/s72-c/movitasdaddyplaystennis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-3134197067724757503</id><published>2008-11-01T19:02:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:25:21.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>claws for concern</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SQzSgJem4pI/AAAAAAAAASs/ugo9Aqb3AGU/s1600-h/grammar.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263813514231210642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SQzSgJem4pI/AAAAAAAAASs/ugo9Aqb3AGU/s320/grammar.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movita received this photo this morning. It's from &lt;a href="http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/08/zoonoses.html"&gt;The Otherfords&lt;/a&gt;. This is their cat, Grammar. Remember &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ByT0urCk8gQ/RfixceSmHII/AAAAAAAAAIw/tnzGMxpVh3g/s1600-h/gramcape.jpg"&gt;Grammar&lt;/a&gt;? The Otherfords let her eat off their plates. At first movita thought, ew, that cat is standing on a package of chicken. And then movita realized, no, that cat is standing on their cutting board. By an open jar of Nutella. Mr. Otherford calls the photo, &lt;em&gt;Cat Enjoying Wholesome Snack in 1980's Kitchen&lt;/em&gt;. movita calls it, &lt;em&gt;Holy Crap, Didn't The Otherfords Prepare Dinner For Me on That Cutting Board?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;movita's sister, Hagley, received the same picture, and though movita doesn't agree with much of what Hagley says (like, "I don't want anything for Christmas if you're not going to give me a pony," and "it is always appropriate to sleep with someone on the first date"), she thought Hagley was dead on when she pointed out that it looks like Grammar is taking a dump on The Otherford's kitchen counter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;movita also wonders if The Otherfords ate that disgusting, brown banana. And if so, did they spread Nutella and fur on it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-3134197067724757503?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/3134197067724757503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=3134197067724757503&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/3134197067724757503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/3134197067724757503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/11/claws-for-concern.html' title='claws for concern'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SQzSgJem4pI/AAAAAAAAASs/ugo9Aqb3AGU/s72-c/grammar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-8610690221491616050</id><published>2008-10-16T07:49:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:31:03.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pumpkin carve-off 2008 aka when your so-called friends let you down big time</title><content type='html'>Pumpkin Carve-Off 2008. movita and 2.0 versus The Rutherfords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The evening went well. movita didn't lose any fingers. 2.0 didn't leave mid-way through the competition to nap or watch NASCAR (like movita's previous sub-standard partner). The Rutherfords were munching on vegetables and acting like asses as per usual. And movita was feeling pretty good. There was even a Superstore Stay-Together cake to eat (that's another story, don't get your knickers in a knot). So when movita and 2.0 left The Rutherford's house, she was happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Five judges were selected to assess the pumpkins: Mr. Rutherford's mother, Mrs. Rutherford's mother, Grasshopper, The Otherfords*, and movita's boss. Photos of the pumpkins were sent out via email. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257709422818202626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SPci3Q9NlAI/AAAAAAAAASk/D7nXHk1vJKc/s320/Pumpkin+Carve-Off+2008.bmp" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;First to respond and cast a vote was Grasshopper, who sent the following message:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fine pumpkins, all. However, one is terrible.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The skeleton pumpkin has a wonderful sense of terror as the ghastly boneman appears to be bursting out of the unusual, glowing vegetable to claim our very souls. Placing his right knee up in such a manner creates a lovely sense of gesture, often lacking in jack-o-lantern art. Also, by evoking flame in the framing technique, the artists show a remarkable sense of foresight, knowing that at some point the pumpkin will be ablaze from within, bringing the flame motif to life. Stellar work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;movita would like to point out that the next excerpt from Grasshopper's email is referring to HER pumpkin:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The other jack-o-lantern features a house. Oh, and a bat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can only assume that the house is supposed to be haunted and is not just meant to terrify homeowners who are concerned about the plummeting housing market. Unfortunately, there's no indication that the house is supposed to be filled with poltergeists or is scary in its architecture. There is some sort of wacky chimney, but it's more comical than anything. I do applaud the suspension of the bat, but other than that, I'm quite disappointed. And, for the record, bats on the outside of a house does not make the inside of a house haunted, more like a welcome sanctuary away from all the bats.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If the award does not go to the skeleton pumpkin, I would like to be removed from this mailing list as I cannot associate with tasteless individuals. You will all just drag me down with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Grasshopper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;movita was appropriately pissed. Then the Rutherford Mothers each voted for movita's pumpkin. This brought the score to 2:1, for movita. The Otherfords (disgusting Chad and Amy who let their dirty cat eat off their plates) replied next, and voted for the skeleton. This was expected, as they are almost as disgusting as The Rutherfords. Tie, 2:2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was up to movita's boss cast the final tie-breaking blow. And guess what? She voted for the bleepin' Rutherfords. movita would like to point out that her boss: a) abandoned her on the dance floor at a wedding a couple of weeks ago, leaving movita dateless, b) asked movita to drive her car with "wet brakes," assuring movita that "everything &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; be fine," and finally, c) voted for The Stupid Rutherfords. movita thinks her boss might hate her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So movita is sad. And movita wonders just what it is going to take for her to finally win a Pumpkin Carve-Off. And movita also wonders if egging The Rutherford's house might make her feel a little better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shout out to Hagley's friend Cheryl who came up with this awesome new name for disgusting Chad and Amy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-8610690221491616050?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/8610690221491616050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=8610690221491616050&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/8610690221491616050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/8610690221491616050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-carve-off-2008-aka-when-your-so.html' title='pumpkin carve-off 2008 aka when your so-called friends let you down big time'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SPci3Q9NlAI/AAAAAAAAASk/D7nXHk1vJKc/s72-c/Pumpkin+Carve-Off+2008.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-3454843527266483422</id><published>2008-10-10T23:42:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T00:12:12.061-03:00</updated><title type='text'>uh oh</title><content type='html'>movita is a little more nervous than she usually is. Sure, there's always the threat of an attack by an MEC employee or The Rutherfords (actually, it has just occurred to movita that they could all get together and really screw with her), but movita has some more &lt;a href="http://www.metro.co.uk/news/world/article.html?Dead_woman_is_eaten_by_her_cats&amp;amp;in_article_id=349949&amp;amp;in_page_id=64&amp;amp;in_a_source="&gt;pressing concerns&lt;/a&gt;. This week in Romania a woman "... was found eaten by her pack of 20 cats. Much of 58-year-old Livia Melinte was nibbled by her pets after she died weeks ago. 'She loved her cats so much she spent half her time feeding them. I suppose they had a big appetite,' said a neighbour in Tomnatic, Romania."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loyal movita fans need not be reminded that movita has long feared that in the end, as she lies dead in her apartment (in a strangely beautiful pose), effie and niles will eat her face off, and then the wild dogs will come to tear her fragile body apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, movita has decided that dating might not be such a bad thing after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-3454843527266483422?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/3454843527266483422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=3454843527266483422&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/3454843527266483422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/3454843527266483422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/10/uh-oh.html' title='uh oh'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-7999309884892870273</id><published>2008-09-24T21:11:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:37:49.637-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sialorrhea</title><content type='html'>Some of you have been snarky with movita, and have complained that she hasn't been updating her blog. And movita has been trying to tell you that nothing exciting has happened to her lately (with the exception of possible unemployment), so it has been difficult to blog for you, her nagging fans. But then movita remembered that last week, on her second date with a boy, she drooled on her pants. And yes, he saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. Happy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-7999309884892870273?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/7999309884892870273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=7999309884892870273&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/7999309884892870273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/7999309884892870273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/09/sialorrhea.html' title='sialorrhea'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-3378963255297805318</id><published>2008-09-12T22:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:42:53.305-03:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday, hagley</title><content type='html'>Today is Hagley's birthday. She's an awesome sister. Unless, that is, she's pulling the tail off something you really like and then taunting you with it. Then you kinda wish your parents had stopped with you, the perfect child, and hadn't bothered squeezin' out a sister and picking up some other kid they found at the local rink. But I digress. Let's say she's relatively awesome and leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, Hagley. I hope you get some tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245307737577072290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SMsTmLPjpqI/AAAAAAAAASc/EaTaHT6llcg/s320/tale+of+hagley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-3378963255297805318?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/3378963255297805318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=3378963255297805318&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/3378963255297805318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/3378963255297805318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-hagley.html' title='happy birthday, hagley'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SMsTmLPjpqI/AAAAAAAAASc/EaTaHT6llcg/s72-c/tale+of+hagley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-4901534084318907462</id><published>2008-09-04T19:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T19:52:30.141-03:00</updated><title type='text'>click the link, stupid</title><content type='html'>Look at my &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/ToddDiamond"&gt;Grasshopper&lt;/a&gt;. He's helping people. Kind of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-4901534084318907462?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/4901534084318907462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=4901534084318907462&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/4901534084318907462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/4901534084318907462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/09/click-link-stupid.html' title='click the link, stupid'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-5614481931687661731</id><published>2008-09-02T22:13:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:47:31.682-03:00</updated><title type='text'>movita, bored on vacation, starts getting snarky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when movita was nice?&lt;br /&gt;She's not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Blame the last dude she slept with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;March 11, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Should Our Sucky Product&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; be stored in the refrigerator after opening? I only use a partial bottle/bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rachael D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 26, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hi Rachel, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;movita would like you to note that her name is spelled incorrectly&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can store Our Sucky Product on the counter or in the fridge, depending on your pet’s preference for another day or so after opening. We usually hear the bottle is finished the next day, so refrigeration hasn’t been an issue. How is your pet responding to Our Sucky Product? Would you like to send us a comment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mike R.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;August 28, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Mr. R.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for replying to my email and answering my question. I guess my only comment would be: reply to customer inquiries in less than five months, and you’ll be making progress. I run a business myself, and have a turn around time of less than 48 hours on all emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachael D.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;August 29, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rachel, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(movita would like you to note that her name is spelled incorrectly again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate your comment. Perfection is elusive. One or two messages did slip through the cracks during our first days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike R.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;August 30, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mr. R,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If by first days you mean first five months, I can only assume the crack was massive. You're right, perfection is elusive. Guess what else is eluding me? My desire to buy your product again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rach&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;el D. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not actual product name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-5614481931687661731?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/5614481931687661731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=5614481931687661731&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/5614481931687661731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/5614481931687661731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/09/movita-bored-on-vacation-starts-getting.html' title='movita, bored on vacation, starts getting snarky'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-811828079045009275</id><published>2008-08-31T10:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T10:34:02.495-03:00</updated><title type='text'>For Chamy (The Other Rutherfords)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ypMl2RFTC9Y&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ypMl2RFTC9Y&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-811828079045009275?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/811828079045009275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=811828079045009275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/811828079045009275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/811828079045009275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/08/for-chamy-other-rutherfords.html' title='For Chamy (The Other Rutherfords)'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-2126408364655491926</id><published>2008-08-26T19:20:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T19:35:07.406-03:00</updated><title type='text'>zoonoses</title><content type='html'>Last week, movita was dismayed when she walked into her kitchen and discovered effie the wonder cat eating Becel upon the counter. effie is a very good cat, and except for one other episode involving grated cheese (and subsequent barfing), she is very trustworthy. movita mentioned the incident to Hagley the following day, who then told her that disgusting &lt;a href="http://toleeward.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chad&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://craftykitchen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt; let their cat, &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ByT0urCk8gQ/RfixceSmHII/AAAAAAAAAIw/tnzGMxpVh3g/s1600-h/gramcape.jpg"&gt;Grammar&lt;/a&gt;, EAT OFF THEIR PLATES. Turns out Grammar really likes peas. And they don't just toss her one and let her munch it upon the floor. Nope. They let her scoop peas off their plates with her dirty cat litter paws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movita has done some research. She has learned, for example that it is "... not recommended that you share your ice cream with your cat - her mouth may contain viruses and bacteria. That tongue may have been licking her bottom shortly before licking your ice cream."&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Sick. movita wonders if Chad and Amy even do dishes... maybe they just let Grammar lick them clean and then stack 'em in the cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time, movita's family has called Chad and Amy "The Other Rutherfords." Mostly because Chad and Amy like the outdoors and are gross (just like The Rutherfords). movita has always given Chad and Amy the benefit of the doubt. I mean, come on... nobody can be as bad as The Rutherfords. But then last night movita thought, hey, The Rutherfords live with a drooling cat. That's pretty gross. Kinda like having a cat that eats off your plate. And guess what else you can get from cats? WORMS. Remember when Mr. Rutherford ATE worms? And then movita was thinkin' that we should put The Rutherfords and The Other Rutherfords out on an island somewhere, you know, for the greater good. But then she remembered that they'd probably like that. Also, they all like paddle sports so they'd probably find their way back eventually. And then we'd be back to square one: cats eating off plates with dirty paws and people eating worms just for the hell of it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238957510506524898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SLSEGT8bMOI/AAAAAAAAASU/llYLh8vN7rg/s400/chad+and+amy+equal+gross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the &lt;a href="http://www.messybeast.com/zoonoses.htm"&gt;messybeast.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.messybeast.com/zoonoses.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-2126408364655491926?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/2126408364655491926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=2126408364655491926&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/2126408364655491926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/2126408364655491926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/08/zoonoses.html' title='zoonoses'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SLSEGT8bMOI/AAAAAAAAASU/llYLh8vN7rg/s72-c/chad+and+amy+equal+gross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-282538899513967621</id><published>2008-08-14T13:50:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T18:01:41.166-03:00</updated><title type='text'>pussyfootin'</title><content type='html'>movita has been training. She's not sure what she's training for, but she's rockin' a two pack and a bad attitude. Basically, she could kick your ass. But sometimes, it's lonely at the top, and sometimes movita would like to have a training partner. Sure, when she's in the gym she competes with Out-of-Shape Couple, but they &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; she's competing with them. And yes, she kicks it up a notch when Hot Gym Guy is there, but he &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;doesn't know&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;he's partially responsible for the pulled oblique on movita's right side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When street training this morning (that's right, street training, bitch), movita found herself a new running partner. He came up on movita's right side. She didn't notice him at first - he was in gray, and slid between movita and the building she was running past. He matched her stride. His running was effortless. They pressed up Cunard Street. Past the construction workers. Over the ripped up sidewalks. Around the bulldozer and pavement rolling pin machine thing. Side by side for two blocks. But then movita's new running partner tried to cut her off. He ran between her legs and circled once around her, and movita found this rather disconcerting. And that's when movita accidentally kind of kicked him. And that's when they decided it might be best if they parted ways. Too bad, cuz it was nice to have the company for a little while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To quote The Pussycat Dolls, "be careful what you wish for 'cuz you just might get it." (Actually, The Pussycat Dolls make movita real glad she didn't wish to be a skanky ho.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234426454315031122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SKRrIIRa2lI/AAAAAAAAAR4/hPGj1qUR-FY/s320/running+partner+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-282538899513967621?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/282538899513967621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=282538899513967621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/282538899513967621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/282538899513967621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/08/pussyfoot.html' title='pussyfootin&apos;'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SKRrIIRa2lI/AAAAAAAAAR4/hPGj1qUR-FY/s72-c/running+partner+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-4788733467366774540</id><published>2008-08-07T12:20:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T15:31:08.342-03:00</updated><title type='text'>the name game</title><content type='html'>movita shares her building with a man she likes to call Hot Laundry Room Guy. (Because he's cute and does laundry.) This morning, movita got up bright and early to do laundry. movita likes to do her laundry early for several reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;to get it over with&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;because the laundry room is quiet before 8 am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;because old people do their laundry early and movita prefers the company of seniors to people in her own age group&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;movita placed her laundry in the washing machines, and then returned to her apartment for her morning coffee. Thirty eight minutes later she returned to the laundry room. As she walked through the door she was hit with an overwhelming blast of... liquor. Gin and maybe... rye? Or homelessness. movita was almost knocked over by the imposing stench. What had happened in her absence? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Immediately, movita sniffed herself (just to be sure). She smelled awesome. As she began to transfer her washing into the dryers, Hot Laundry Room Guy walked into the room. &lt;em&gt;Crap&lt;/em&gt;, movita thought, &lt;em&gt;he's going to think that malodorous stank is coming from me&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Gooood mooorning!" Hot Laundry Room Guy was kind of yelling at movita. "Hi," movita replied. Hot Laundry Room Guy started to whistle. And then movita noticed that the smell of drunk funk was getting really, really strong. Then Hot Laundry Room Guy went over to a counter and picked up a copy of Reader's Digest (Large Print Edition) and started reading out loud from it. He would punctuate the stories with, "Amazing!" Or, "that's &lt;strong&gt;super&lt;/strong&gt; interesting!" (As an aside, most of the anecdotes he was reading aloud were neither amazing nor super interesting.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Turns out Hot Laundry Room Guy is just Hot Drunk Guy. movita is kind of sad, because she spent a lot of time coming up with his original name, and now she'll have to get used to a new name. And guess what? The elevator, almost four hours later, still smells like Hot Laundry Room Guy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I mean, Hot Drunk Guy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-4788733467366774540?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/4788733467366774540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=4788733467366774540&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/4788733467366774540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/4788733467366774540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/08/name-game.html' title='the name game'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-6659402336775464085</id><published>2008-08-06T17:20:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T17:27:39.083-03:00</updated><title type='text'>tough love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_931EO7z7w34/SJeKIRDHiGI/AAAAAAAAARg/M4f58yjLm30/s1600-h/traitor+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230801366834186338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_931EO7z7w34/SJeKIRDHiGI/AAAAAAAAARg/M4f58yjLm30/s320/traitor+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, nature fell in love with movita. A butterfly (or maybe a moth) landed on movita's balcony and ate/did what ever it is that butterflies/moths eat/do. It was on movita's balcony for quite a while. movita even went &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;out on the balcony&lt;/span&gt; to take a picture. Outside. With nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, as movita was taking a picture of nature, a spider crawled into her apartment through the open screen door. movita felt violated. The spider had complete disregard for movita's personal boundaries. What had she done to encourage this transgression? The spider was taking advantage, and movita is tired of being used. movita thought, &lt;em&gt;really? I leave the screen open for one bleepin' second and in you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, movita asked no questions when she saw effie, niles and thomas rutherford approaching the spider. She did not say, "hey, watch out... behind you," to the spider. She just walked away. Because sometimes shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let that be a warning to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-6659402336775464085?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/6659402336775464085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=6659402336775464085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/6659402336775464085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/6659402336775464085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/08/tough-love.html' title='tough love'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_931EO7z7w34/SJeKIRDHiGI/AAAAAAAAARg/M4f58yjLm30/s72-c/traitor+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-3803302043354326861</id><published>2008-08-04T14:43:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T15:31:38.594-03:00</updated><title type='text'>happy anniversary, luke (and hagley)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_931EO7z7w34/SJc_w52aVaI/AAAAAAAAARQ/eztFQ2LfdeQ/s1600-h/Luke+in+NS+Sept+1+07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_931EO7z7w34/SJc_w52aVaI/AAAAAAAAARQ/eztFQ2LfdeQ/s320/Luke+in+NS+Sept+1+07.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230719601609430434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my sister's dog. She's had him for a year now. She rescued him, and he rescued her. He's a racist. And he makes weird whale noises when he's playing. And, sure, sometimes he poops on your sister's nice beige Ikea rug, and she has to buy a new one, but I like him. I like him a lot. Hear that, Sergeant Lucas McSnuggles? I like you a lot. And I don't care if Hagley told me I'm not allowed to call you that. Happy anniversary. Or is it happy ownerversary?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-3803302043354326861?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/3803302043354326861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=3803302043354326861&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/3803302043354326861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/3803302043354326861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-anniversary-luke-and-hagley.html' title='happy anniversary, luke (and hagley)'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_931EO7z7w34/SJc_w52aVaI/AAAAAAAAARQ/eztFQ2LfdeQ/s72-c/Luke+in+NS+Sept+1+07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-2834161039827975202</id><published>2008-08-04T13:36:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:31:56.254-04:00</updated><title type='text'>assface inter-provincial ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(phone rings)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Hullo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;assface:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, did you just see THAT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Yah, that kid was amaze... wait. What are you watching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;assface:&lt;/span&gt; Dog the Bounty Hunter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Cripes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;assface:&lt;/span&gt; Hey, you fell for it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Seriously. I really hate you. Aren't you on vacation? Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;assface:&lt;/span&gt; London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; You called from London, Ontario with the same crappy joke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;assface:&lt;/span&gt; Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; What's that I hear? &lt;em&gt;Are you&lt;/em&gt; watching So You Think You Can Dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;assface:&lt;/span&gt; Uh, my family is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; At least I've had a positive influence on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;assface:&lt;/span&gt; Yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; I really wish I had dated them instead of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;assface:&lt;/span&gt; I know you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;disclaimer: movita would not actually like to date anyone in assface's family. Bleck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-2834161039827975202?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/2834161039827975202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=2834161039827975202&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/2834161039827975202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/2834161039827975202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/08/assface-inter-provincial-ass.html' title='assface inter-provincial ass'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-8442627808712779900</id><published>2008-08-01T17:22:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:42:19.510-03:00</updated><title type='text'>flushed with fear</title><content type='html'>movita's baby, Lucy 2.0, is coming from France for Christmas this year. movita is very excited. Mostly because as &lt;a href="http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/03/bed-head.html"&gt;previously pointed out&lt;/a&gt;, Lucy 2.0 doesn't look so good at the crack of dawn and may help to divert attention when some wanker pulls out a camera on Christmas morning when movita is still in her pyjamas and just wants to drink caffeine without putting makeup on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the approaching visit, movita's thoughts sometimes turn to the man who was sucked out of her plane as she made her way to France in 2005. She assumes that he might be lost for good. Sometimes thoughts of him interrupt her sleep. The night whispers stories of the lost soul, penetrating movita's dreams, taking hold of her, setting her adrift in a sea of the imponderable. This man, the lost soul, was sitting next to movita as her plane departed from Montreal that cold December night. Once the plane had reached cruising altitude he went to the washroom, and didn't return. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He didn't even come back for his things in the overhead compartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movita has long feared airplane washrooms, as she has always assumed that there was a high risk factor involved with their use (i.e. that you can be sucked out of the plane through the toilet). The lost traveller only confirmed her fear. movita often wonders what the people who were to meet him at his final destination must have been thinking. How long did they wait for him, his checked luggage retrieved from an empty baggage carousel endlessly churning before them? Hours? Days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movita is glad that Lucy 2.0 wears diapers, and cautions Adopamop and Isa to refrain from using la tiolette sur la aeroplane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for her dearly departed co-traveler, movita would like his friends and family to know that he was very nicely dressed in a sweater with a button down oxford shirt underneath and soft cords which were neatly pressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-8442627808712779900?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/8442627808712779900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=8442627808712779900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/8442627808712779900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/8442627808712779900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/08/flushed-with-fear.html' title='flushed with fear'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-7898244403438549325</id><published>2008-07-24T14:49:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:32:53.467-03:00</updated><title type='text'>check those pipes</title><content type='html'>movita's mummy, Rosie Beaucoup, would like movita to marry her plumber. Rosie Beaucoup just called movita to tell her that The Plumber will be at her house this week, but that movita's dad booked the appointment for a day when movita is working and this makes him (Daddy Beaucoup) a useless idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movita has been hearing about The Plumber for about five years now. He is the best plumber Rosie Beaucoup has had since the late, great Mr. Arab (large shoes to fill). Rosie Beaucoup talks about The Plumber like he's her best friend. He can do no wrong. Rosie Beaucoup told movita that he looks like Charlie Sheen. She said that The Plumber was good and kind and very handy. She also told movita a couple of weeks ago that The Plumber was &lt;strong&gt;The One&lt;/strong&gt; for movita. She said that she thought lightening would strike should movita actually meet The Plumber. That it was kismet. Meant to be. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Destiny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, movita went for a sleep over at The Beaucoup's house to meet The Plumber. movita figured it was high time she put the issue to rest. Rosie Beaucoup was thrilled, as five years is a very long time to wait "for magic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He arrived the next morning. He didn't look like Charlie Sheen, but movita isn't entirely convinced that Rosie Beaucoup knows who Charlie Sheen is. He was soft spoken and sweet. He was nice to Lucy the Dog, and would like to have a dog of his own one day. And he was nice to Daddy and Rosie Beaucoup. All very important things to movita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's that. movita isn't exactly sure about what Rosie Beaucoup thought was going to happen. She's not very good at matchmaking. But this is what movita thinks Rosie Beaucoup might have envisioned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The Plumber:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, hi, who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Rosie Beaucoup's daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The Plumber:&lt;/span&gt; You are pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Thank you. You kind of look like Charlie Sheen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The Plumber:&lt;/span&gt; Whoa, what was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Lightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The Plumber:&lt;/span&gt; How about coffee, drinks, dinner, a movie... for as long as we both shall live? &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; That would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;End scene.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because movita's pretty sure he would have memorized that line from &lt;em&gt;You've Got Mail&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-7898244403438549325?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/7898244403438549325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=7898244403438549325&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/7898244403438549325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/7898244403438549325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/07/check-out-these-pipes.html' title='check those pipes'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-2379847717712349895</id><published>2008-07-23T21:41:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:31:31.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>assface still class a ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(phone rings)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Hullo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Assface:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;just see that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Yah! That was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;crazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; routine! Holy crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Assface:&lt;/span&gt; (pausing) What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Wait... what? Are you watching So You Think You Can Dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Assface:&lt;/span&gt; No. Dog the Bounty Hunter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; And you thought &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; be watching Dog the Bounty Hunter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Assface:&lt;/span&gt; (giggles) Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; This is why we broke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Assface:&lt;/span&gt; (still giggling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; What happened on YOUR show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Assface:&lt;/span&gt; Well, Dog was just leading a group prayer before going out on the hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Doesn't he do that on every show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Assface:&lt;/span&gt; Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; And that was the exciting news you called to tell me about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Assface:&lt;/span&gt; Yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Seriously, this is why we broke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-2379847717712349895?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/2379847717712349895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=2379847717712349895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/2379847717712349895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/2379847717712349895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/07/assface-still-class-ass.html' title='assface still class a ass'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-628645034666552756</id><published>2008-07-18T00:01:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T01:12:37.643-03:00</updated><title type='text'>movita almost kills hot wheelchair guy</title><content type='html'>movita shares her building with a man she likes to call Hot Wheelchair Guy. (Because he's cute and has a wheelchair.) He lives just up the hall from her. The other day, when checking her mail in the lobby, movita saw him getting into the elevator, and decided this would be the perfect time to get an up close, face-to-face look at him. She waited for the elevator doors to close behind him, and then made a break for the stairs. She ran past the first floor apartments, past the gym and pool, and headed into the stairwell. She took the stairs three at a time. She ran incredibly quickly. So quickly, in fact, that she beat the elevator up to the second floor. But movita didn't know just how fast she could move, and movita also didn't know that she had arrived on the second floor &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she burst through the end door of her hallway she couldn't see Hot Wheelchair Guy. She assumed that she had missed him as he came off the elevator and that he was safe and sound in his apartment. (This has happened in the past - the man is like a frickin' cat - and his apartment is right beside the elevators.) So, she continued to run at full tilt up the hall toward her apartment at the opposite end. Super Speed Mode was now fully engaged, and unfortunately, she was unable to slow down as Hot Wheelchair Guy slowly rolled off the elevator at the mid-point of the corridor. Impact was inevitable. As she tried to swerve and avoid collision, she launched her body off the right side of his chair, flipped through the air, and crashed into a wall. Imagine his surprise. Now imagine the loud sound her body made when it hit the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? movita really didn't get a good look at him after all. She pretty much dropped tail and made a break for it. In fact, it probably would have been easier to ride up in the elevator with him, but that's only occurred to movita just now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-628645034666552756?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/628645034666552756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=628645034666552756&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/628645034666552756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/628645034666552756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/07/movita-almost-kills-hot-wheelchair-guy.html' title='movita almost kills hot wheelchair guy'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-9146337531228461504</id><published>2008-07-17T02:04:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T02:14:53.120-03:00</updated><title type='text'>movita sees naked man</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;movita&lt;/span&gt; has seen a naked man in his 20's. But a short while ago, when walking home from work, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;movita&lt;/span&gt; got to see one. God bless this city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, it was a very hot evening, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;movita&lt;/span&gt; can only assume that this contributed to the necessity of nudity. As she neared the intersection by her building, she could see someone running toward her. Initially, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;movita&lt;/span&gt; thought, "gee, who would wear a monotone, nude coloured outfit in public? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; flattering."&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Then, as the figure approached her, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;movita&lt;/span&gt; realized that it was not a nude coloured outfit at all. Relieved? Only for a moment. The man was naked and gaining speed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;movita&lt;/span&gt; has been taught that she should never let ANYONE touch her in her bathing suit areas, so naturally she took measures to protect those zones immediately. Sadly, the same could not be said for the man-child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the man-child got even closer, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;movita&lt;/span&gt; could hear voices to her right. On the roof of an adjacent building stood about a dozen other man-children, in various stages of undress. They were yelling something about... what? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;movita&lt;/span&gt; couldn't quite decipher the chants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;movita&lt;/span&gt; now stood face to face with the naked man-child. He was barely able to speak due to an extreme state of inebriation and/or lack of cardiovascular endurance. He grabbed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;movita&lt;/span&gt; by the shoulders and locked eyes with her. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;movita&lt;/span&gt; met his eyes and immediately knew what he was thinking: running a city block naked without shoes is not a good idea; nor is forgetting one's keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;movita&lt;/span&gt; looked back over to the man-boys on the roof. They were holding his keys in the air and doing some sort of primeval dance. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;movita&lt;/span&gt; thought, "I'm really glad I got to see this." Because she was. And then she thought, "this is a really good reason to avoid dating men in their 20's."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-9146337531228461504?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/9146337531228461504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=9146337531228461504&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/9146337531228461504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/9146337531228461504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/07/movita-sees-naked-man.html' title='movita sees naked man'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-3797457500839780778</id><published>2008-07-10T23:58:00.015-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:21:16.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>movita almost run over again</title><content type='html'>Recently, movita was almost run over again. A sedan almost killed her at the corner of Robie and Cunard. Naturally, when you are as popular as movita you come to expect some assassination attempts. That's why she likes to sit facing the entrances/exits of all eating establishments - movita wants to see your ass before you attempt to kill her. That being said, it would seem that a restaurant assassination is less likely than death by car. As such, movita created a list of suspects - mostly men that she has dated:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;List of suspects:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bay Streeter&lt;/strong&gt; - he stole movita's &lt;em&gt;Joy of Cooking&lt;/em&gt; book, so he's obviously a prick&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Russian Belt Buckle Guy&lt;/strong&gt; - because when he tried to kiss movita, she dove Walker-Texas-Ranger-Style onto the floor and then rolled toward the nearest exit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy with Dog I Liked More Than Him&lt;/strong&gt; - because movita liked his dog more than him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alcoholic IRA Guy&lt;/strong&gt; - probably into assassinations (and definitely into Guinness)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man with Lady Caboose&lt;/strong&gt; - a very suspicious man indeed, and if asked, movita would advise him to never wear pleated khakis again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flight Instructor&lt;/strong&gt; - because movita hated his mini-van and clogs and refused to ride his hog (interpret that any way you like)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sir Sobsalot&lt;/strong&gt; - because movita dissed his pansy ass (bloody cry baby), and dumped him hardcore&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Any MEC Employee&lt;/strong&gt; - for obvious reasons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then this evening, as movita scrolled through some pictures on her digi cam, she came across this photo. The Jousters. Next to a sedan. Suspicious, n'est pas? I'm pretty sure that's Royal Blue Guy on the right. And guess where they joust? The corner of Robie and Cunard. F*ckers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221582147103026322" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_931EO7z7w34/SHbJTDOY7JI/AAAAAAAAARA/IhaIhYYLwoA/s400/usual+suspects.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-3797457500839780778?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/3797457500839780778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=3797457500839780778&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/3797457500839780778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/3797457500839780778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/07/movita-almost-run-over-again.html' title='movita almost run over again'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_931EO7z7w34/SHbJTDOY7JI/AAAAAAAAARA/IhaIhYYLwoA/s72-c/usual+suspects.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-3361518275997889959</id><published>2008-06-21T19:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T08:18:23.519-03:00</updated><title type='text'>movita cancels wedding</title><content type='html'>movita has been in Toronto all week. She has been very busy shopping for slutty clothes, eating ethnic food and hanging out with old people. Also, there's some bad news. movita was planning to marry Grasshopper whilst on this vacation, but Grasshopper is at a nudist resort for the weekend. movita doesn't believe in nudity or resorts, so it would seem that she and Grasshopper are not MFEO&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;. movita understands that you might be disappointed, but would like to assure you that if Grasshopper really wants to marry movita, and is willing to change his lifestyle entirely, she will reconsider. And you know what? It's probably for the best as Grasshopper has a girlfriend and movita is still married to Peter Handsome. Not that movita even really believes in marriage. Or children. Or seahorses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;made for each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-3361518275997889959?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/3361518275997889959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=3361518275997889959&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/3361518275997889959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/3361518275997889959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/06/movita-cancels-wedding.html' title='movita cancels wedding'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-2458141572726594205</id><published>2008-06-15T09:45:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T07:54:17.136-03:00</updated><title type='text'>happy father's day to my favourite buckaroo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SFUPGszYOpI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/V3xa3ZKlVs8/s1600-h/Cowboy+Bill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212088751531506322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SFUPGszYOpI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/V3xa3ZKlVs8/s400/Cowboy+Bill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movita loves her daddy. And movita doesn't like to brag, but she's pretty sure her dad is cooler than yours. And guess what? movita just found out that her dad is really a cowboy. This makes sense to movita, as when she was a child she remembers thinking that her dad was really good at making Kraft Dinner and baked beans from a can (classic cowboy eats).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, movita hasn't seen her dad wearing chaps or bandannas, but damn, he was good at herding us kids - and Hagley's a slippery one. Also, in the tradition of horse whispering, movita sometimes sees him whispering stuff to Lucy the Dog. I can't tell if she understands him, but she doesn't run away or nuthin'. I'd bet ten bucks that he's gonna want to take part in some sort of cattle drive today, and twenty bucks says Rosie Beaucoup will say, "no, you'll fall and crack your head open." She's a real bronco-buster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-2458141572726594205?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/2458141572726594205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=2458141572726594205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/2458141572726594205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/2458141572726594205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day-to-my-favourite.html' title='happy father&apos;s day to my favourite buckaroo'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SFUPGszYOpI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/V3xa3ZKlVs8/s72-c/Cowboy+Bill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-8137214130524637678</id><published>2008-06-04T11:12:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:59:39.001-03:00</updated><title type='text'>good for f*cking you</title><content type='html'>movita has been running. Not from anything in particular. Just running. So the other day, when movita was out running from nothing in particular, a most peculiar thing happened. As she approached a man on the sidewalk, he cleared it for her. Moved right off the sidewalk and onto the road. He made sure no one blocked movita's way. Kept the path completely clear. And then he yelled, "good for you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movita was confused. And now movita is very concerned about her running form. Mostly because the "good for you" was the kind you expect to hear at the Olympics for... you know... people facing challenges and adversity in their lives. Or the kind of "good for you" reserved for that lady on tv that has to be lifted by a crane from her house because she's so obese, and then learns to walk again. The "good for you" was accompanied by a fist pump in the air. And it was yelled very loudly - loudly enough to stop a number of people in their tracks to watch movita run by. And as she rounded the corner she could hear a, "you go girl" in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movita has asked some of her students to watch her run. No one has told movita (to her face) that she runs like someone facing great mental or physical adversities, however movita remains worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is almost as bad as when Mr. Rutherford thought movita was a boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-8137214130524637678?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/8137214130524637678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=8137214130524637678&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/8137214130524637678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/8137214130524637678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-for-fcking-you.html' title='good for f*cking you'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-5960286889644568479</id><published>2008-05-28T21:34:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T21:42:44.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sweetpea's sweet start</title><content type='html'>Sweetpea is here! She arrived this evening. movita is very excited. movita can't wait to teach Sweetpea to hate dirt, put on make up, and clean stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I think Sweetpea is gunna make The Rutherfords cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-5960286889644568479?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/5960286889644568479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=5960286889644568479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/5960286889644568479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/5960286889644568479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/05/sweetpeas-sweet-start.html' title='sweetpea&apos;s sweet start'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-1058339856563439615</id><published>2008-05-28T00:13:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T00:49:16.026-03:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding bells</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;movita is one step closer to getting married. Grasshopper is coming to Halifax for a visit in a couple of weeks. He's bringing his girlfriend AND his ex-wife (movita isn't kidding), and some guy who likes dirt and maybe crystals. I guess the women are coming along to act as references. The guy, I'm assuming, is coming along to make Grasshopper look good. I hear this is sometimes called "being a wingman." Not that Grasshopper needs one. He's like a bloody freakin' superhero. That being said, if Gord the Wingman looks even remotely like Justin Timberlake... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205268152419583682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SDzTzlGfhsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Nj-fX_GMMHw/s320/grasshopper+(all+of+him).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Actual photos of Grasshopper saving the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-1058339856563439615?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/1058339856563439615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=1058339856563439615&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/1058339856563439615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/1058339856563439615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/05/wedding-bells.html' title='wedding bells'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SDzTzlGfhsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Nj-fX_GMMHw/s72-c/grasshopper+(all+of+him).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-4723036960415716014</id><published>2008-05-21T00:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T00:29:43.112-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sweetpea and movita</title><content type='html'>movita is very excited about the impending arrival of Sweetpea, The Rutherford Baby. movita has a lot in common with Sweetpea already:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;movita and Sweetpea are way cooler than the original Rutherfords &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sweetpea has not been outdoors at all for the past nine months &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sweetpea will probably enjoy spending time with movita far more than with Mr. and Mrs. Rutherford (movita has found this to be the case for quite some time)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sweetpea doesn't run well&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sweetpea doesn't have a bike&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sweetpea doesn't play sports&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sweetpea doesn't camp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Only a few more sleeps...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-4723036960415716014?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/4723036960415716014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=4723036960415716014&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/4723036960415716014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/4723036960415716014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/05/sweetpea-and-movita.html' title='sweetpea and movita'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-6619786629042156557</id><published>2008-05-20T11:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T00:32:13.838-03:00</updated><title type='text'>opportunites with movita</title><content type='html'>movita is accepting applications for the following positions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BFF&lt;/strong&gt; - male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends, last names starting with&lt;/strong&gt;: I, Q, U, V, X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Running Coach&lt;/strong&gt; - should not make fun of movita or chase her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inappropriate Friend&lt;/strong&gt; - male/female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inappropriate Lover&lt;/strong&gt; - male, straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cat Sitter&lt;/strong&gt; - casual position&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gym Nemesis&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;position filled May 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your details/initial application information should include: your name, position you are applying for, qualifications, kiss-ass bullshit. Please post application information and c.v./resume highlights in the comments section. You will be contacted to provide further details should movita find you to be remotely interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-6619786629042156557?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/6619786629042156557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=6619786629042156557&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/6619786629042156557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/6619786629042156557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/05/movita-is-accepting-applications-for.html' title='opportunites with movita'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-5462905625978125751</id><published>2008-05-18T00:45:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T00:41:29.563-03:00</updated><title type='text'>the boys of summer</title><content type='html'>movita hears a lotta sh*t from her colleagues. movita suspects that this sh*t is supposed to give her the will to live or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;colleague:&lt;/span&gt; So, are you still with your guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Uh, no. We broke up over the holidays. It was the bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;colleague:&lt;/span&gt; That's okay. Summer's coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Meaning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;colleague:&lt;/span&gt; That's when people meet. In the summer. On patios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; I'm sure people meet in the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;colleague:&lt;/span&gt; Not nearly as often as they do in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; I'd like to see the statistics on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;colleague:&lt;/span&gt; 3% of couples meet on airplanes and then get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; That can't be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;colleague:&lt;/span&gt; Have you ever been seated next to a hot guy on a plane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;colleague:&lt;/span&gt; See? You could have married one of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; But I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;colleague:&lt;/span&gt; But you COULD have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Okay, but wouldn't that mean that out of all of the Marrieds I know, that 3% would have met on planes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;colleague:&lt;/span&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know any couples who met on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;colleague:&lt;/span&gt; I'm just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Saying what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;colleague:&lt;/span&gt; You could meet a guy on a patio this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, for heaven's sake...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-5462905625978125751?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/5462905625978125751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=5462905625978125751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/5462905625978125751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/5462905625978125751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/05/movita-hears-lotta-sht-from-her.html' title='the boys of summer'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-6878204157644477331</id><published>2008-05-15T00:09:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T14:13:13.367-03:00</updated><title type='text'>to do list (updated)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;movita has updated her &lt;a href="http://movita.blogspot.com/2006/05/to-do-list.html"&gt;to do list&lt;/a&gt; (prior to death). movita is open to suggestions concerning additions and/or amendments. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn to play new musical instrument&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn to fly kite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;knit sweater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;new york - december 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn to use self-serve gas pump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn to snap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;take art class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;see real, live fireflies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;buy house/living space/box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn to tap dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;take ballroom (again) and actually learn something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;see real, live seahorse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn calligraphy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn to whistle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn to drive standard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;open dance studio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;europe - december 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn to skate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;skate at Nathan Phillips Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;learn to belch - removed from list in may 2008 as attempts have proven to be too painful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;see real, live flying squirrel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;attend Kingston Steer BBQ and Village Fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;skate at Rockefeller Center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(updated may 15, 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-6878204157644477331?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/6878204157644477331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=6878204157644477331&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/6878204157644477331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/6878204157644477331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-do-list-updated.html' title='to do list (updated)'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-4111995677589580424</id><published>2008-05-14T00:01:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T00:26:33.124-03:00</updated><title type='text'>no.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SCpaF6_0LVI/AAAAAAAAAQg/kewKebDxcYw/s1600-h/lame+ass+crystal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200067777535421778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SCpaF6_0LVI/AAAAAAAAAQg/kewKebDxcYw/s320/lame+ass+crystal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ex-friend:&lt;/span&gt; I have a guy I think you should meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ex-friend:&lt;/span&gt; Because he's single and cute... like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Suck it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ex-friend:&lt;/span&gt; I'm serious. You'd be great for each other. You have lots in common.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Because we're both single, right? And we both need oxygen to sustain life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ex-friend:&lt;/span&gt; Not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that. He's fun and outdoorsy. He's a photographer. And New Age!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Uh, I'm not fun, and I hate the outdoors. And New Age?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ex-friend:&lt;/span&gt; Yah, you know, all sensitive and stuff. Spirituuuual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; You mean crystals and sh*t? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ex-friend:&lt;/span&gt; Not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;JUST&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; crystals and sh*t. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ex-friend:&lt;/span&gt; (pausing) So, do you want to meet him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Why do you hate me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-4111995677589580424?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/4111995677589580424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=4111995677589580424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/4111995677589580424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/4111995677589580424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-no-no.html' title='no.'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SCpaF6_0LVI/AAAAAAAAAQg/kewKebDxcYw/s72-c/lame+ass+crystal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-5581155220004543165</id><published>2008-05-06T20:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:05:06.245-03:00</updated><title type='text'>movita practically married</title><content type='html'>Good news. movita has been proposed to. Propositioned, if you will. It came via email today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:movita@live.ca"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;movita@live.ca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From: Grasshopper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subject: Hey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOULD YOU MARRY ME? I've done it before. I'm real good at it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, movita must weigh her options, but as this is the only proposal she has received thus far, Grasshopper has a pretty good chance of marrying movita in the very near future. movita must first be sure that he is serious, and then be sure no one else is interested. movita will, of course, update you as necessary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-5581155220004543165?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/5581155220004543165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=5581155220004543165&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/5581155220004543165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/5581155220004543165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/05/movita-practically-married.html' title='movita practically married'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-4689442052854334006</id><published>2008-05-04T19:24:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:48:31.537-03:00</updated><title type='text'>movita to marry someone for real</title><content type='html'>movita read in the Toronto Star today that the secret to a happy marriage is to be annoying. Apparently, researchers at the University of Michigan conducted a study and discovered that though spouses are generally considered the most annoying person in one's life, they also contribute to a feeling of closeness and comfort which allows you to express your feelings. I guess that means that expressing your feelings = annoying = happy. Therefore movita = annoying = happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movita has come to the conclusion that she would be very good at marriage. If you know someone who would like to marry movita please contact her at &lt;a href="mailto:movita@live.ca"&gt;movita@live.ca&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-4689442052854334006?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/4689442052854334006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=4689442052854334006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/4689442052854334006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/4689442052854334006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/05/movita-to-marry-someone-for-real.html' title='movita to marry someone for real'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-5931523815126913642</id><published>2008-04-27T20:38:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:32:05.089-03:00</updated><title type='text'>assface officially promoted to ass first class</title><content type='html'>Assface called the other night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Assface:&lt;/span&gt; Remember the old guy who lived across the street from us? The Grandfather from Hot Black Family? The guy you really liked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Assface:&lt;/span&gt; He's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Assface:&lt;/span&gt; Yah. I just saw Hot Family getting out their cars with a big photo of someone in a frame. They were all dressed in black and stuff. They must have been at the funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, no... that's so sad. He was so sweet. Poor Hot Black Family. I really liked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Assface:&lt;/span&gt; Yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Assface:&lt;/span&gt; (pausing) Wait. Never mind. I just saw him getting out of a car. He's not dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? Is it just me? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ass.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-5931523815126913642?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/5931523815126913642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=5931523815126913642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/5931523815126913642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/5931523815126913642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/04/assface-officially-promoted-to-ass.html' title='assface officially promoted to ass first class'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-5576234011584525633</id><published>2008-04-25T10:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T10:41:01.562-03:00</updated><title type='text'>man annoys movita</title><content type='html'>Twice this week a man has called movita, "Pretty Lady."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, movita's name is not Pretty Lady. It's movita. Secondly, the man in question pronounces it "pre&lt;strong&gt;tt&lt;/strong&gt;y laay-dee," as if he finds himself quite sexy. He accents the "tt" in pretty and then drags out the "laay" and the "dee". FYI, he is not sexy. He was wearing jogging pants the other day. Jogging pants with elastic cuffs. Plus, he has a hipster beard like one of the Backstreet Boys. He's all wrong. In addition, movita might be called cute, elfish, quirky or lame, but Pretty Lady? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twice this week movita has refrained from responding to the man in question with, "please die," because Rosie Beaucoup would probably get mad at movita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movita is trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-5576234011584525633?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/5576234011584525633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=5576234011584525633&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/5576234011584525633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/5576234011584525633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/04/man-annoys-movita.html' title='man annoys movita'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-6774390005752196674</id><published>2008-04-24T13:40:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T17:44:44.912-03:00</updated><title type='text'>bug off</title><content type='html'>movita would like to talk to you a little about "Food Defect Action Levels." These are the levels set by the FDA of "&lt;em&gt;natural or unavoidable defects in foods for human use that present no health hazard&lt;/em&gt;." Now that is, of course, a matter of opinion. movita has arranged her life specifically to reduce the possibility of bug consumption, and doesn't camp as a result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FDA says, for example, that macaroni and noodle products have allowable levels of &lt;strong&gt;"insect filth"&lt;/strong&gt; at an average of 225 insect fragments or more per 225 grams in 6 or more subsamples and rodent filth at an average of 4.5 rodent hairs or more per 225 grams. movita wishes she had known this before eating pasta for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FDA likes to throw around terms such as: extraneous materials, mammalian excreta, foreign matter and filth. Oh, and "&lt;strong&gt;whole or equivalent insect.&lt;/strong&gt;" Know what that means? A whole insect, separate head, or body portions with head attached could be in your cereal bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movita is very disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vm.cfsan.fda.gov/~dms/dalbook.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See the full list of foods to avoid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-6774390005752196674?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/6774390005752196674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=6774390005752196674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/6774390005752196674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/6774390005752196674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/04/bug-off.html' title='bug off'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-8635513136011530613</id><published>2008-04-19T23:10:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T23:26:53.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'>usb storage device unplugged</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191147890748980802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SAqpgLScfkI/AAAAAAAAAQY/d6MFqPJBcOQ/s400/error+message.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191144265796582962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SAqmNLScfjI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/oAoB79wECQ4/s320/niles+unplugged.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-8635513136011530613?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/8635513136011530613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=8635513136011530613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/8635513136011530613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/8635513136011530613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/04/network-cable-is-unplugged.html' title='usb storage device unplugged'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SAqpgLScfkI/AAAAAAAAAQY/d6MFqPJBcOQ/s72-c/error+message.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-4355208692163777378</id><published>2008-04-17T01:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T01:29:56.529-03:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday, bimbo</title><content type='html'>Today is Rosie Beaucoup's birthday. movita doesn't know if you know this, but Rosie Beaucoup is a pretty great mummy. She's taught movita a lot of things. For example, she taught movita to say, "that's interesting," whenever some jackass says something really stupid to you. That's because there's no real response for the jackass to lob back at you. It works really well, and movita uses it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dramatization:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Man:&lt;/span&gt; movita, you've ruined my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; That's interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Man:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End scene.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Rosie Beaucoup. And happy birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-4355208692163777378?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/4355208692163777378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=4355208692163777378&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/4355208692163777378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/4355208692163777378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-rosie-beaucoup.html' title='happy birthday, bimbo'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-2243903301330698552</id><published>2008-04-15T23:33:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:01:42.213-03:00</updated><title type='text'>movita eats bug</title><content type='html'>The bugs are back. This is happening because it's spring, which is the bad part of spring. Today a bug flew into movita's mouth. Though able to pull it from the inside of her cheek, movita is fairly sure she ate its wing and possibly a leg. Though resting quietly now, movita is feeling the after-effects of the trauma which include nausea, headache and a sore right metatarsal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-2243903301330698552?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/2243903301330698552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=2243903301330698552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/2243903301330698552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/2243903301330698552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/04/movita-eats-bug.html' title='movita eats bug'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-383324397835826644</id><published>2008-03-30T23:20:00.026-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T13:01:44.338-03:00</updated><title type='text'>there's good news and bad news</title><content type='html'>First off, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Assface&lt;/span&gt; called to tell me that the men from my &lt;a href="http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/03/uncommon-ground.html"&gt;last entry &lt;/a&gt;were not jousting. Royal Blue Guy and Other Guy were... dueling or prodding or something. I wasn't really listening, to be honest, but acknowledge that jousting may not have been the correct term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anyhoo&lt;/span&gt;, when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;movita&lt;/span&gt; looked out her window on Friday afternoon she saw that The Jousters had returned. It was snowing pretty hard at the time, so it took a few moments for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;movita&lt;/span&gt; to realize that the dynamic duo had changed. This is the bad news part. Other Guy was there with New Guy, and Royal Blue Guy was no where to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;movita&lt;/span&gt; went back to her photos of the original battle. It was perfectly obvious - why hadn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;movita&lt;/span&gt; noticed before? Those men weren't protecting our fort! They were engaged in a delicate battle... one of friendship, maybe even one of... love. For love, as Pat Benatar once pointed out, is a battlefield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R_BKsR07o7I/AAAAAAAAAPg/j5JCdBXQwQg/s1600-h/Trouble+in+paradise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183725295663555506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R_BKsR07o7I/AAAAAAAAAPg/j5JCdBXQwQg/s320/Trouble+in+paradise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;movita&lt;/span&gt; was sad. Not for Royal Blue Guy, for Other Guy. Look at Royal Blue Guy in the photos. He's obviously a bad ass. Poor Other Guy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;movita&lt;/span&gt; thought of her own recent break up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;movita&lt;/span&gt; wanted to run to Other Guy, to wrap her arms around him and tell him, "it will be okay, Other Guy. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; be okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;movita&lt;/span&gt; watched the snow falling. She watched Other Guy and wondered if he was okay. Did he miss Royal Blue Guy? Or was he relieved to be rid of the jerkwad? And then she noticed something. That something, my friends, was man-love. And this is the good news part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183725604901200834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R_BK-R07o8I/AAAAAAAAAPo/twlIwcCG2Ag/s320/Happy+Couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at them. Look how happy they are. New Guy is totally awesome. He even let Other Guy pummel the crap out of him. And they spent A LOT of time rolling around in the snow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183738884940080130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R_BXDR07pAI/AAAAAAAAAQI/C4907Xe2XUg/s400/New+Friend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for a moment, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;movita&lt;/span&gt; felt just a little bit better about everything. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-383324397835826644?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/383324397835826644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=383324397835826644&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/383324397835826644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/383324397835826644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/03/theres-good-news-and-bad-news.html' title='there&apos;s good news and bad news'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R_BKsR07o7I/AAAAAAAAAPg/j5JCdBXQwQg/s72-c/Trouble+in+paradise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-7645976826732928809</id><published>2008-03-27T22:59:00.019-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T08:11:06.272-03:00</updated><title type='text'>uncommon ground</title><content type='html'>movita's new life overlooks the Halifax Common. Sometimes this is hard, as there are many days when movita watches dogs running across the park and she misses lincon so much that she can hardly breathe. Other times the view makes movita very happy - like when she is watching the snow fall, people walking, running and playing, or citizens peeing in plain view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine movita's delight when she looked out of her window yesterday and saw two virile cuirassiers jousting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halifax Common is Canada's oldest urban park. According to Wikipedia, the Common was created to serve a number of purposes. "The first was to provide pasturage for horses and livestock, both by the military garrison and the citizens of Halifax. The second was to create a large area in which regiments stationed and in transit through Halifax could set up camps. The third and final reason was to provide clear fields of fire for the garrison of the Halifax Citadel, so that invading forces would have no cover in the event of an assault on the fort."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R-xWHh07o3I/AAAAAAAAAPA/eNehtK164RY/s1600-h/The+Battle+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182611958536053618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R-xWHh07o3I/AAAAAAAAAPA/eNehtK164RY/s320/The+Battle+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; movita suspects that these two brave soldiers were preparing to protect our fort. movita doesn't know which fort they would be protecting because she finds forts really boring. She assumes it might be the Halifax Citadel, but that's only because Wikipedia mentioned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182612083090105218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R-xWOx07o4I/AAAAAAAAAPI/d0oepY5zy70/s320/The+Battle+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movita isn't saying that these men would be good at defending a fort. They were jousting rather... slowly, and didn't seem particularly agile. But it may have been the first day of training. Heck, they might not like forts either (though this seems doubtful when you consider the costumes). It is possible that they were training to do battle with people who wish to set up camp on the Common. That can't possibly be legal. I'm assuming regiments don't get stationed here much anymore, and I haven't seen a lot of livestock roaming the grounds, but perhaps this is due to men such as these. Need I point out that The Rutherfords would probably love to live in a crappy tent set up on the North Common? Someone's gotta stop that sh*t from happening. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182612237708927890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R-xWXx07o5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/1uzWB-84Epo/s320/The+Battle+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; It is also possible that these two men are members of Common Watch - a citizen's group that has banded together in an effort to fight the ever rising crime rate in the park. Would you poop behind a bush if you saw one of these two patrolling the field? movita didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182612430982456226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R-xWjB07o6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/nQqdFBTcayQ/s320/Battle+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-7645976826732928809?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/7645976826732928809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=7645976826732928809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/7645976826732928809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/7645976826732928809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/03/uncommon-ground.html' title='uncommon ground'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R-xWHh07o3I/AAAAAAAAAPA/eNehtK164RY/s72-c/The+Battle+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-4954895955808076046</id><published>2008-03-20T23:00:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T00:36:52.569-03:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday, mr. rutherford</title><content type='html'>Today is Mr. Rutherford's birthday. I guess he's about 42. Mrs. Rutherford left him today. Not the forever kind of leave you, just the I'm leaving for a better part of the weekend kind of leave you. For a while there I was feeling pretty bad for Mr. Rutherford. I imagined him all alone on his birthday crying over a big tuft of broccoli. And then I remembered that broccoli wasn't on sale this week so he probably doesn't have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I hope Mr. Rutherford had a good day. We're going to stuff him full of ethnic food when Mrs. Rutherford gets back. I'm not sure how his broccoli soaked digestive system is gonna handle it, but I guess that's Mrs. Rutherford's problem, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, Mr. Rutherford.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-4954895955808076046?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/4954895955808076046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=4954895955808076046&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/4954895955808076046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/4954895955808076046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/03/mr-rutherfords-birthday.html' title='happy birthday, mr. rutherford'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-5717440078621962906</id><published>2008-03-19T23:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T11:31:46.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'>movita run over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R-HgFx07o2I/AAAAAAAAAO4/Y9ZvYihQAcU/s1600-h/white+suv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179667436332098402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R-HgFx07o2I/AAAAAAAAAO4/Y9ZvYihQAcU/s320/white+suv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week movita was hit by a white SUV when walking to work. movita was not seriously injured. movita is too wicked awesome for that. movita sustained a few bruises to the hip and rib region, which are not areas she generally would want any of you to look at anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;movita is, however, surprised by the number of people who have yelled at her for "not getting the license plate number" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;prior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to asking her if she was alright. movita would like to point out that after being rammed by a bloody f*cking SUV and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not dying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that she was unable to locate the pen and paper she normally holds in her hands when walking just in case she gets run over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-5717440078621962906?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/5717440078621962906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=5717440078621962906&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/5717440078621962906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/5717440078621962906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/03/movita-run-over.html' title='movita run over'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R-HgFx07o2I/AAAAAAAAAO4/Y9ZvYihQAcU/s72-c/white+suv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-4109692210953016039</id><published>2008-03-18T00:21:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T00:58:49.553-03:00</updated><title type='text'>march 18, 2008</title><content type='html'>Almost a dozen people approached movita today to tell her that they really like her new haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movita would like to point out that she got this "new" haircut on February 14th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-4109692210953016039?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/4109692210953016039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=4109692210953016039&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/4109692210953016039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/4109692210953016039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-18-2008.html' title='march 18, 2008'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-2040486486709273449</id><published>2008-03-13T21:17:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T01:00:30.021-03:00</updated><title type='text'>rutherford cells</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177405522603959042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R9nW5Ej0YwI/AAAAAAAAAOw/YC9KPNMg58Q/s400/cell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rutherfords have refused to discuss allegations (mine) that they are a clandestine sleeper cell of MEC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've long been linked to outdoor extremists - Mr. Rutherford's sister sleeps in the snow and eats blubber for a living. Mr. Rutherford is also completely obsessed with broccoli and they love to run, like, &lt;em&gt;everywhere&lt;/em&gt;. They wear water repellent clothing and things that wick moisture away. They made me go kayaking, and they have forced me to hike on more than one occasion. They tricked me into touching dirt. Also, they encouraged me to buy a Nalgene bottle - a blatant threat to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suspects will be monitored for the foreseeable future, for as with all cell structures, this sinister network will continue to evolve over time. An additional Rutherford will be added in May. Ten bucks says they buy all their baby clothes at MEC, and I bet its first words are, "Equibar Almond and Carob Bar."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-2040486486709273449?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/2040486486709273449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=2040486486709273449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/2040486486709273449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/2040486486709273449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/03/rutherfords-are-sleepy.html' title='rutherford cells'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R9nW5Ej0YwI/AAAAAAAAAOw/YC9KPNMg58Q/s72-c/cell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-3793792619404295395</id><published>2008-03-08T00:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T00:41:05.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bed head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R9C-4lKdFjI/AAAAAAAAAOE/HeRCm-xTTJg/s1600-h/Lucy+Feb+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174845851106612786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R9C-4lKdFjI/AAAAAAAAAOE/HeRCm-xTTJg/s320/Lucy+Feb+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movita has been told that when she wakes up in the morning she looks... not so cute. movita can't do anything about this, and movita kind of wishes you'd all just shut up about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it turns out movita looks just like Lucy in the morning. Lucy's cute, therefore, movita is cute. You can't argue that logic. So, one day when movita visits Lucy in France, they will sit and drink coffee in the morning and they won't even bother to brush their hair. Nor will they care when you roll your eyes and tell movita that babies can't drink coffee. (movita works with kids, so she kinda knows a shitload about what they can and can't do.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-3793792619404295395?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/3793792619404295395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=3793792619404295395&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/3793792619404295395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/3793792619404295395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/03/bed-head.html' title='bed head'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R9C-4lKdFjI/AAAAAAAAAOE/HeRCm-xTTJg/s72-c/Lucy+Feb+08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-5931282578832523054</id><published>2008-03-07T16:37:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T17:05:50.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in the still of the night</title><content type='html'>This morning movita awoke with a heavy weight upon her chest - she could feel a body resting upon hers. She could feel breath upon her cheek and soft, beard-like fur against her chin. It was warm and comforting. movita lay very still, and did not open her eyes. And then, just for a moment, movita got scared. For a fleeting moment it occurred to her that a bearded MEC employee may have actually tracked her down, scaled the side of her building, and then snuggled into bed with her. The trip from Vancouver would be quite exhausting, and movita can only assume that her soft, flannel sheets would be particularly appealing to someone used to sleeping on rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out it was just effie. She's put on significant weight this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175102479535465154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R9GoSUj0YsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/7Bs3DXa4Ev0/s320/_MG_7909_small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-5931282578832523054?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/5931282578832523054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=5931282578832523054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/5931282578832523054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/5931282578832523054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-morning-movita-awoke-with-heavy.html' title='in the still of the night'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R9GoSUj0YsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/7Bs3DXa4Ev0/s72-c/_MG_7909_small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-1182663464785639551</id><published>2008-03-05T22:52:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T01:18:40.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'>movita sleeps with one eye open</title><content type='html'>After a recent &lt;a href="http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/02/movita-is-not-kidding-quit-it.html"&gt;posting&lt;/a&gt;, movita has noticed that a number of visitors to her blog are now coming from MEC stores across the country. This makes movita worry that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) a group of MEC employees are plotting to kidnap her, make her touch nature and/or wear a backpack&lt;br /&gt;b) a bearded MEC employee has fallen in cyber love with movita, plans to kidnap her, make her touch nature and then his beard&lt;br /&gt;c) MEC plans to give movita a complimentary pack with rigid frame, padded shoulder straps and a comfortable, padded hip belt&lt;br /&gt;d) movita has offended a large group of hiking/cycling/climbing/camping/watersport/snowsport enthusiasts and they plan to give her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a smack down&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a free trip to avalanche country&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;some DWR (durable water-repellent clothing) and a trip to somewhere it would be required&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a date for Paddlefest 2008&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a backcountry mealguide and cooking lesson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a lecture about the beauty of the outdoors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a lecture about how bugs are awesome and benefit our environment and delicate ecosystem&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a lecture about how electricity is ridonkulous and bathing in lakes with leeches is totally awesome&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a lecture on how bathing isn't actually necessary at all&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;e) because movita has limited outdoor experience, a group of rogue MEC employees has something entirely different planned for her. This, of course, is the worst case scenario. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-1182663464785639551?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/1182663464785639551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=1182663464785639551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/1182663464785639551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/1182663464785639551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/03/movita-has-increased-mec-anxiety.html' title='movita sleeps with one eye open'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-583514568734641039</id><published>2008-02-27T19:09:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T23:42:00.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>movita working the case</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R8NKtys21lI/AAAAAAAAANY/k0mzwpMJ-V8/s1600-h/m+for+murder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171058947715946066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R8NKtys21lI/AAAAAAAAANY/k0mzwpMJ-V8/s320/m+for+murder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;actual crime scene photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;movita has been a little concerned about a possible murder in her new-old building. After moving in, she noticed that an apartment in her hallway had a large piece fabric pushed up against its door. The dubious textile had been positioned from the outside of the entryway. Obviously, this indicates that a murder has occurred within the apartment, and the body remains inside. movita suspects that the superintendents of her building did not want to be bothered with the task of body removal, and chose instead to block the impending stench with a piece of cotton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movita would also like to state for the record that she in no way approves of the carpet choice in her hallway, nor does she believe it is still 1988.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-583514568734641039?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/583514568734641039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=583514568734641039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/583514568734641039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/583514568734641039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/02/movita-working-case.html' title='movita working the case'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R8NKtys21lI/AAAAAAAAANY/k0mzwpMJ-V8/s72-c/m+for+murder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-7858483896379411210</id><published>2008-02-26T23:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T07:12:32.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>movita has awkward moment with hot black man</title><content type='html'>Whilst at the NSLC (Nova Scotia Liquor Comforts) today, movita had a moment with a man who looked surprisingly like Blair Underwood, aka Hot Black Man. It was an uncomfortable moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;blair underwood II:&lt;/span&gt; Can I help you find anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Do you have those tiny bottles of wine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;blair underwood II:&lt;/span&gt; Tiny bottles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; You know, the little ones - good for cooking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;blair underwood II:&lt;/span&gt; Oh... or if you live alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;movita &lt;strong&gt;HEARS&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Oh, you live alone. (Pathetic.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;movita &lt;strong&gt;SAYS&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Well, yes. I've only just broken up. But I don't think there's anything wrong with liking tiny wines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;blair underwood II:&lt;/span&gt; No, no there isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; I'm not pathetic or anything. I do live alone, but I'm certainly not pathetic or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;blair underwood II:&lt;/span&gt; No, no, of course not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; IT'S FOR COOKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;blair underpaid II:&lt;/span&gt; Yes. I'm sure you're a good cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;movita:&lt;/span&gt; Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;blair underpaid II:&lt;/span&gt; (pausing) Okay, let's get that wine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-7858483896379411210?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/7858483896379411210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=7858483896379411210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/7858483896379411210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/7858483896379411210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/02/movita-has-awkward-moment-with-hot.html' title='movita has awkward moment with hot black man'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-4258425152320424812</id><published>2008-02-25T19:10:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T21:56:34.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>movita is worried</title><content type='html'>After purchasing craft supplies and fillet of sole this afternoon, movita has become increasingly concerned that she is becoming a sad cat lady who will die alone and then be ravaged by her pets. This is (aside from dating woodsmen) one of her greatest fears. movita suspects that in the end, as she lies dead in her apartment (in a strangely beautiful pose), effie and niles will eat her face off, and then the wild dogs will come to tear her fragile body apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171098543019447922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R8Nuuis21nI/AAAAAAAAANo/xL2FKyaVYbc/s400/sad+crafty+lady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-4258425152320424812?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/4258425152320424812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=4258425152320424812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/4258425152320424812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/4258425152320424812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/02/movita-is-worried.html' title='movita is worried'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R8Nuuis21nI/AAAAAAAAANo/xL2FKyaVYbc/s72-c/sad+crafty+lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-6242737005890547648</id><published>2008-02-25T18:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T22:24:50.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>for rosie beaucoup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R8Ny0Ss21oI/AAAAAAAAANw/wvFAVKslAZo/s1600-h/french+fish+in+a+sac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171103039850206850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R8Ny0Ss21oI/AAAAAAAAANw/wvFAVKslAZo/s320/french+fish+in+a+sac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;movita made this for dinner this evening.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't normally photograph my dinner, but since some members of my family insist on telling people that I survive on ice cubes and crackers, I sent along some photographic proof of my culinary skills. I call this "Fish Including Salubrious Herbage," or &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FISH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I cooked it in parchment paper just like a real chef. And I used fresh tarragon - because I'm just like a real chef. Rosie Beaucoup thought I should post the photo on my blog. I suspect she's hoping I'll attract a nice plumber or, frankly, any man with two feet and a heartbeat. (Actually, I'm betting the two feet are optional.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-6242737005890547648?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/6242737005890547648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=6242737005890547648&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/6242737005890547648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/6242737005890547648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/02/for-rosie-beaucoup.html' title='for rosie beaucoup'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R8Ny0Ss21oI/AAAAAAAAANw/wvFAVKslAZo/s72-c/french+fish+in+a+sac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-8553160216617981773</id><published>2008-02-20T23:10:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T08:39:46.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>movita is not kidding - quit it</title><content type='html'>When at work yesterday, one of movita's co-workers suggested that she find a man to date at MEC (Mountain Equipment Co-Op). That's right. She suggested that movita should hang out at MEC, an outdoorsy kind of store, chat up their employees, and risk romantic involvement with a tree-hugger. This suggestion came about after a conversation concerning recycling. Apparently, this lead movita's colleague to believe that she not only wants to save the environment, but actually wants to touch it. First off, movita does not want to touch anything outdoors - not even you. Secondly, movita does not believe in dating anymore as it's kind of a pain in the ass. Finally, this proves once again that movita's co-workers do not understand her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before making similar suggestions, PLEASE REMEMBER:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;movita does not like the outdoors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;movita, in all likelihood, will not like and/or want to date your crap cousin, your friend who has gone through a "bad breakup," men who like camping, men who like motorcycles, men who list auto-racing at the top of their interests, men who like truck rallies, or any other guy vaguely connected to your life who's single "just like movita" (even though you might think that this means we have "so much in common")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;movita has been to MEC before - there were a lot of men with beards there, and most of them looked like they might wear backpacks, and movita feels that men who wear sweatpants and/or backpacks (after elementary school) have given up hope &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;movita does not want to date men who would, in all likelihood, try to make her go camping, fishing, mountain climbing, or shop at MEC&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;if movita doesn't have time to update her blog (and god knows you all bitch enough about that), she does not have time to date your single-assed, MEC lovin' friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-8553160216617981773?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/8553160216617981773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=8553160216617981773&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/8553160216617981773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/8553160216617981773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/02/movita-is-not-kidding-quit-it.html' title='movita is not kidding - quit it'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-4110239385772977574</id><published>2008-01-24T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T15:06:32.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>quit it</title><content type='html'>Some of you have been bitching (again) that movita hasn't been updating her blog. But movita is moving, and movita's life is in boxes right now. Also, movita still has a job. So quit your complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159120351681507554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R5jgoCt28OI/AAAAAAAAANQ/DADY3WaFBAY/s320/moving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-4110239385772977574?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/4110239385772977574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=4110239385772977574&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/4110239385772977574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/4110239385772977574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/01/quit-it.html' title='quit it'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R5jgoCt28OI/AAAAAAAAANQ/DADY3WaFBAY/s72-c/moving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-6606212615836212987</id><published>2008-01-10T00:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:55:22.647-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE: mr. rutherford thinks movita is a man</title><content type='html'>movita has been informed that it was the incredibly slow pace of the jogger that made Mr. Rutherford think that the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;male&lt;/span&gt; jogger was movita. This explanation does not make movita feel any better. Particularly as she has now re-entered the dating world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://movita.blogspot.com/2007/12/mr-rutherford-thinks-movita-is-man.html"&gt;http://movita.blogspot.com/2007/12/mr-rutherford-thinks-movita-is-man.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-6606212615836212987?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/6606212615836212987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=6606212615836212987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/6606212615836212987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/6606212615836212987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/01/update-for-mr-rutherford-thinks-movita.html' title='UPDATE: mr. rutherford thinks movita is a man'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-8596697583978547281</id><published>2008-01-09T00:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:49:29.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ginger 2007</title><content type='html'>Ginger 2007. Eight competitors. Boys versus girls. Five independent judges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movita competed with the girls despite being told by a female work colleague that she "decorates like a guy."&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our entry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R4WcugvBHWI/AAAAAAAAANI/sa7SmHBZn64/s1600-h/girls+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R4WcugvBHWI/AAAAAAAAANI/sa7SmHBZn64/s400/girls+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153697671470456162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys submitted this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R4WcpwvBHVI/AAAAAAAAANA/gMJ1HxzgUtE/s1600-h/boys+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R4WcpwvBHVI/AAAAAAAAANA/gMJ1HxzgUtE/s400/boys+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153697589866077522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys won. (Despite offensive "No Girls" sign hanging over gaping hole meant to represent front door.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grasshopper, one of the appointed judges, sent the following explanatory email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The first home, let me say, is a wondrous treat for the eyes. Understated, yet elegant, this is a classic home that I would enjoy living in were I a one-inch-tall elf with a modest income. Unfortunately though, the intricate masonry work looks suspiciously like dog treats so I'm not too keen to eat this dwelling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The second gingered display is, if you'll pardon my french, absolutely fucking exquisite. I'm blown away with the entire goddamn scene created, with it's candy sprinkled lawns and its fucking tastefully magnificent tree. The house itself may not be anything beyond a classic style but it looks quite goddamn delicious and I would probably, if need be, shit myself in order to make room for eating it's delightful trimmings. Oh, and that adorable sign! It's touches like that which sway experienced judges like myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I declare the second the winner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What can I say? Grasshopper has spoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;movita does not decorate like a boy. movita just doesn't like pink shit and flowered wallpaper in her apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-8596697583978547281?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/8596697583978547281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=8596697583978547281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/8596697583978547281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/8596697583978547281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2008/01/ginger-2007.html' title='ginger 2007'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R4WcugvBHWI/AAAAAAAAANI/sa7SmHBZn64/s72-c/girls+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-8726770166340817149</id><published>2007-12-27T11:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:19:37.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'>mr. rutherford thinks movita is a man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://movita.blogspot.com/2007/07/inconvenient-truth.html"&gt;Remember when movita was mistaken for a man?&lt;/a&gt; Remember how that wounded movita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whelp, it's happened again. Recently, when driving to movita's house, Mr. Rutherford spotted someone jogging in movita's neighbourhood. The jogger was wearing a green JOGGING SUIT and was moving very slowly. The jogger was a man. And Mr. Rutherford thought it was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, let's make it clear. movita doesn't &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;jog&lt;/span&gt;. movita doesn't run unless being chased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, movita would never wear a green jogging suit. When someone wears a jogging SUIT, it means they have given up hope, and movita has not given up home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, movita is not a man. Cripes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-8726770166340817149?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/8726770166340817149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=8726770166340817149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/8726770166340817149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/8726770166340817149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2007/12/mr-rutherford-thinks-movita-is-man.html' title='mr. rutherford thinks movita is a man'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-6289121575075469956</id><published>2007-12-10T23:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:17:03.740-03:00</updated><title type='text'>movita to reconcile with imaginary husband</title><content type='html'>Cardiologist Dr. Peter Handsome and internet diva movita are rumoured to have reconciled after a short separation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When contacted for comment, movita replied, "I told you I wasn't that f*cking stupid," clearly in reference to previously published comments when the two were rumoured to be on the &lt;a href="http://movita.blogspot.com/2007/03/movita-to-divorce.html"&gt;fast track to divorce&lt;/a&gt;. A friend close to Handsome reports that the cardiologist thinks of movita "... even more highly than donkeys. She is truly the wind beneath his wings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two are expected to stay together for a &lt;em&gt;very long time&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-6289121575075469956?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/6289121575075469956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=6289121575075469956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/6289121575075469956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/6289121575075469956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2007/12/movita-to-reconcile-with-imaginary.html' title='movita to reconcile with imaginary husband'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-5330582770546879452</id><published>2007-12-09T01:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T21:30:20.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>movita 2008</title><content type='html'>Some of you may be aware that movita is about to embark on a new journey. She's getting a new apartment with effie and niles and is finding a new home for lincon. Parting with lincon will be one of the greatest disappointments in movita's life, as he has been a most wonderful companion and is surprisingly agile when you consider his... proportions. movita has been very sad, and many of you have expressed support and have been terribly kind. movita appreciates this. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Some of you&lt;/span&gt; have asked when they can expect to read "Dating Spree 2008." This is not helpful. Nor is asking movita, "when are you going to update your f*cking blog?" So, cut that crap out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-5330582770546879452?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/5330582770546879452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=5330582770546879452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/5330582770546879452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/5330582770546879452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2007/12/some-of-you-may-be-aware-that-movita-is.html' title='movita 2008'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-7963320237609395520</id><published>2007-11-21T11:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T11:45:34.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stick this</title><content type='html'>Guess what? Mrs. Rutherford used to twirl batons.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure where to go from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135318780753949410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R0RRORc7MuI/AAAAAAAAAMw/dgXXelqbJU8/s400/batons+rock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(image from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.isledegrande.com/giimages/islettes81.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.isledegrande.com/giimages/islettes81.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="islettes81"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Teddy's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Islettes&lt;/span&gt; Senior Twirlers - 1981&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-7963320237609395520?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/7963320237609395520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=7963320237609395520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/7963320237609395520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/7963320237609395520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2007/11/stick-this.html' title='stick this'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/R0RRORc7MuI/AAAAAAAAAMw/dgXXelqbJU8/s72-c/batons+rock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-1379779793280426852</id><published>2007-11-11T14:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T14:34:54.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a tribute to p. kitty for her birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;I have a friend named P. Kitty (not her real name, dipshit). You may remember her from the &lt;a href="http://movita.blogspot.com/2005/07/sidewalk-cat.html"&gt;Sidewalk Cat&lt;/a&gt; incident. Or, you may not (selfish beast). She lives in New York now, following her Flashdance/Flashypants dreams American style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In many cities, spring brings a rush of fresh air, a sense of renewal, and the need to purge. Some people go into what is commonly referred to as "Spring Cleaning Mode," and a good number of these people will dump their shit on the sidewalk for other people to pick up and take home. Last spring, for example, when living in the West Village, P. Kitty found a dresser, and though it took a crapload of Lysol and elbow grease to remove the Pot Drawer scent, it now sits in her bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, P. Kitty lives in Harlem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here in the hood, the pickins aren't so pretty. Take today for example. It's a glorious spring day (a la Sex in the City perfect - the kind of weather that makes one forget about the dead rat smell in the subway on a dank August afternoon). Jeff and I are strolling hand in hand down 109th until we are stopped in our tracks by a most unfortunate piece of horrific furniture... a couch, covered in that thick plastic - a couch condom if you will. Trouble is, what ever 'went down' on this sad, once cream coloured couch managed to permeate through the protective sheath and onto the fabric below. So the question posed was "what kind of dirty breaks through that kind of plastic??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SICK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Course, this is the same woman who coined the phrase "baby gravy" in reference to... semen.)&lt;/span&gt;&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/9283500-1379779793280426852?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/1379779793280426852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=1379779793280426852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/1379779793280426852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/1379779793280426852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2007/11/tribute-to-p-kitty-for-her-birthday.html' title='a tribute to p. kitty for her birthday'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-3686415002077745163</id><published>2007-11-01T22:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:12:02.775-03:00</updated><title type='text'>niles into calisthenics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/Rykv7ZEzMVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/_43IuyOMMd8/s1600-h/niles+dancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127682348127826258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/Rykv7ZEzMVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/_43IuyOMMd8/s320/niles+dancing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;niles&lt;/span&gt;, during his morning workout. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An aggressive mix of calisthenics and cardiovascular activities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-3686415002077745163?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/3686415002077745163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=3686415002077745163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/3686415002077745163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/3686415002077745163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2007/10/niles-into-calisthenics.html' title='niles into calisthenics'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/Rykv7ZEzMVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/_43IuyOMMd8/s72-c/niles+dancing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-760013818337585322</id><published>2007-11-01T00:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:18:12.937-03:00</updated><title type='text'>lincon dressed to kill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/RylFQJEzMXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RHTkQ6OLpiM/s1600-h/mini+link.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127705794354295154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/RylFQJEzMXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RHTkQ6OLpiM/s400/mini+link.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-760013818337585322?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/760013818337585322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=760013818337585322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/760013818337585322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/760013818337585322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2007/11/lincon-dressed-to-kill.html' title='lincon dressed to kill'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/RylFQJEzMXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RHTkQ6OLpiM/s72-c/mini+link.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-1445054623188942361</id><published>2007-10-31T22:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:07:00.910-03:00</updated><title type='text'>pumpkin carve-off 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/RykrvZEzMSI/AAAAAAAAAMA/NbRCzEYzyVM/s1600-h/Halloween+at+Red+Fern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127677743922884898" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/RykrvZEzMSI/AAAAAAAAAMA/NbRCzEYzyVM/s320/Halloween+at+Red+Fern.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin Carve-Off 2007 was made a non-competitive event this year (and for this year only). Figures, since our Pug Pumpkin is wicked-awesome. We don't have any pictures of the Rutherford Pumpkin. Mostly because it wasn't as cool as ours. ANY of ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127677885656805682" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/Rykr3pEzMTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/5b8EA3dK4gA/s320/Halloween+at+Red+Fern+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Muffin yelled at a Trick or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Treater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-1445054623188942361?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/1445054623188942361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=1445054623188942361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/1445054623188942361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/1445054623188942361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2007/10/pumpkin-carve-off-2007.html' title='pumpkin carve-off 2007'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/RykrvZEzMSI/AAAAAAAAAMA/NbRCzEYzyVM/s72-c/Halloween+at+Red+Fern.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-2780223945426679576</id><published>2007-10-17T10:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T10:51:31.655-03:00</updated><title type='text'>lincon's halloween costume</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/RxYTRjT5ltI/AAAAAAAAAL4/hRkalUBiWyE/s1600-h/Pirate+Costume+YAR!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122302818437928658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/RxYTRjT5ltI/AAAAAAAAAL4/hRkalUBiWyE/s320/Pirate+Costume+YAR!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YAR&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-2780223945426679576?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/2780223945426679576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=2780223945426679576&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/2780223945426679576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/2780223945426679576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2007/10/lincons-halloween-costume.html' title='lincon&apos;s halloween costume'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/RxYTRjT5ltI/AAAAAAAAAL4/hRkalUBiWyE/s72-c/Pirate+Costume+YAR!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-3122734029552795902</id><published>2007-10-07T11:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T11:07:40.841-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes lincon likes to hide...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/RwjoCYdflPI/AAAAAAAAALw/VOREvLZixwY/s1600-h/lincon%27s+ass.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118596104130106610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/RwjoCYdflPI/AAAAAAAAALw/VOREvLZixwY/s320/lincon%27s+ass.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... he's not good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-3122734029552795902?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/3122734029552795902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=3122734029552795902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/3122734029552795902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/3122734029552795902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2007/10/sometimes-lincon-likes-to-hide.html' title='sometimes lincon likes to hide...'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/RwjoCYdflPI/AAAAAAAAALw/VOREvLZixwY/s72-c/lincon%27s+ass.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9283500.post-3938645865859316441</id><published>2007-10-04T15:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T15:21:23.577-03:00</updated><title type='text'>movita's hair officially out of control</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117545566594134002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/RwUslDK37_I/AAAAAAAAALo/DAEvjI4Pfo0/s320/movita%27s+hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hair. Uncontrollable hair. Hair that is angered by brushing. Clumps of hair. Tufts of frizziness. Pieces going every which way. Some curly, some straight. Fuzzy bits. Stringy bits. Strengthened by the humid Maritime climate. It's girth has doubled the weight of movita's head, and has increased its diameter by approximately three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Send help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9283500-3938645865859316441?l=movita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/feeds/3938645865859316441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9283500&amp;postID=3938645865859316441&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/3938645865859316441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9283500/posts/default/3938645865859316441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movita.blogspot.com/2007/10/movitas-hair-officially-out-of-control.html' title='movita&apos;s hair officially out of control'/><author><name>movita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05638304599577795591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/SwB163bb13I/AAAAAAAAAiw/_ShxE2ebRok/S220/movita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_931EO7z7w34/RwUslDK37_I/AAAAAAAAALo/DAEvjI4Pfo0/s72-c/movita%27s+hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
