<?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-2613982150344612821</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:16:49.652-08:00</updated><category term='songs that fit'/><category term='road rage'/><category term='over it'/><category term='random weird stuff'/><category term='restaurant reviews'/><category term='for fun'/><category term='crime'/><category term='gripes'/><category term='hiawatha avenue'/><category term='so ashamed'/><category term='mexican'/><category term='target'/><category term='lake street'/><category term='updates'/><category term='standish'/><category term='photos'/><category term='found in midtown'/><category term='bicycling'/><category term='corcoran'/><category term='aural time machine'/><category term='boners'/><category term='&quot;celebrities&quot;'/><category term='wildlife'/><title type='text'>Midtown Girl</title><subtitle type='html'>I've been living in my midtown world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midtowngrl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613982150344612821/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midtowngrl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RSP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587721095118464136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/S342zxVcatI/AAAAAAAAAXc/mE8_qJXiSJM/S220/l_114a2239acfe4377068ce73a027155cf.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613982150344612821.post-8691386567139589229</id><published>2010-11-04T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T20:12:01.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gripes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='target'/><title type='text'>The Midtown Target hates returns</title><content type='html'>I don't know what the problem with the Midtown Target store is (on Minnehaha and Lake) but EVERY single thing I have tried to return, with a  receipt, they have tried to deny on the basis that it was "used". The last thing was a trash can I bought to use for recycling. I found out it was too large (has to be 10 gallons or less to use without a bag FYI) before I used it. Yes, it took me about a month to return it but I had surgery for Christ's sake. I brought it into the store and the girl looks in it, sees a speck of dust and tells me it can't be returned because it looks like it's been used. I am going to bet that every trash can they have there looks like that just from sitting in the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why all of a sudden no returns on anything that has been used? This is literally at least the 4th thing I've returned that they have tried to deny because it's been used. Even if it doesn't frickin WORK they will not return something if it's been "used". When did returning things to Target become such a pain in the ass? They used to be just about the most customer friendly store and lately they have done a complete 180. I never thought I'd say this but I might as well shop at Walmart, at least they are reasonable about taking things back when they don't work the way you expect them too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613982150344612821-8691386567139589229?l=midtowngrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midtowngrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8691386567139589229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613982150344612821&amp;postID=8691386567139589229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613982150344612821/posts/default/8691386567139589229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613982150344612821/posts/default/8691386567139589229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midtowngrl.blogspot.com/2010/11/midtown-target-hates-returns.html' title='The Midtown Target hates returns'/><author><name>RSP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587721095118464136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/S342zxVcatI/AAAAAAAAAXc/mE8_qJXiSJM/S220/l_114a2239acfe4377068ce73a027155cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613982150344612821.post-1245110949685987116</id><published>2010-05-03T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T15:55:25.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for fun'/><title type='text'>Midtown on the web</title><content type='html'>I was curious what google would have to say about Midtown since it's not really as widely used or known as other areas around the city such as Uptown, Downtown, Dinkytown and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google the phrase "Midtown Minneapolis" and you get this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Midtown,_Minneapolis"&gt; http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Midtown,_Minneapolis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I have never even been tempted to create a Wikipedia account to edit a page, but I am seriously considering it just so I can add Midown Girl to the list of "many places and groups [that] use he "midtown' descriptor in their name".  Hmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613982150344612821-1245110949685987116?l=midtowngrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midtowngrl.blogspot.com/feeds/1245110949685987116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613982150344612821&amp;postID=1245110949685987116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613982150344612821/posts/default/1245110949685987116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613982150344612821/posts/default/1245110949685987116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midtowngrl.blogspot.com/2010/05/midtown-on-web.html' title='Midtown on the web'/><author><name>RSP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587721095118464136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/S342zxVcatI/AAAAAAAAAXc/mE8_qJXiSJM/S220/l_114a2239acfe4377068ce73a027155cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613982150344612821.post-7035877944336415744</id><published>2009-05-07T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:25:57.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;celebrities&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so ashamed'/><title type='text'>I am so ashamed....</title><content type='html'>... that I can actually name the Kardashian sisters and tell who's who in a picture. I just discovered this disturbing fact today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613982150344612821-7035877944336415744?l=midtowngrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midtowngrl.blogspot.com/feeds/7035877944336415744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613982150344612821&amp;postID=7035877944336415744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613982150344612821/posts/default/7035877944336415744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613982150344612821/posts/default/7035877944336415744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midtowngrl.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-so-ashamed.html' title='I am so ashamed....'/><author><name>RSP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587721095118464136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/S342zxVcatI/AAAAAAAAAXc/mE8_qJXiSJM/S220/l_114a2239acfe4377068ce73a027155cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613982150344612821.post-6829782044198442126</id><published>2009-04-26T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T08:09:48.065-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='over it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boners'/><title type='text'>Enough with the santa suit!</title><content type='html'>I am so sick of Bob and his chubby santa I could puke. Come on, I realize that Bob is the gift that keeps on giving and he and his Enzyte infused manhood probably make the ladies feel like it's Christmas all damn year long, but enough is enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/SfR5GMCSNeI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Ne1gfYFpj9s/s1600-h/santabob.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 111px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/SfR5GMCSNeI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Ne1gfYFpj9s/s320/santabob.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329017406303122914" 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/2613982150344612821-6829782044198442126?l=midtowngrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midtowngrl.blogspot.com/feeds/6829782044198442126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613982150344612821&amp;postID=6829782044198442126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613982150344612821/posts/default/6829782044198442126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613982150344612821/posts/default/6829782044198442126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midtowngrl.blogspot.com/2009/04/enough-with-santa-suit.html' title='Enough with the santa suit!'/><author><name>RSP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587721095118464136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/S342zxVcatI/AAAAAAAAAXc/mE8_qJXiSJM/S220/l_114a2239acfe4377068ce73a027155cf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/SfR5GMCSNeI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Ne1gfYFpj9s/s72-c/santabob.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613982150344612821.post-8747707866472380100</id><published>2009-04-24T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T15:48:52.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corcoran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='standish'/><title type='text'>Crimes in Midtown</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just saw a story on KMSP.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; about an assault in a garage in the Corcoran/Standish neighborhood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following comes from &lt;a href="http://kstp.com/news/stories/S896922.shtml?cat=1"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;During the incident, a resident was beaten and sexually assaulted in her detached garage by the male suspect around 2:30 p.m. The victim fought with her attacker before he fled the area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;later in the article they describe the suspect:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The suspect is an unknown, 20 to 40-years-old, approximately six-feet tall with a medium build. The suspect is described as wearing a grey hooded sweatshirt and jeans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh yeah! THAT guy. Rest assured that I will keep clear of all men around 6ft tall with a medium build between 20 and 40. I understand she was probably in shock and I am not making light of this AT ALL but I don't think description is going to help anyone apprehend this guy. I hope he is caught by some other means before anyone else is hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had a bout with crime myself this week. I will have the entire story on my other blog "Girl Meets House" later this week, but the quick story is I gave quite a good description, the police caught the kid and I got my iPod back. He got an ankle bracelet until his final hearing next month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2613982150344612821-8747707866472380100?l=midtowngrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midtowngrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8747707866472380100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613982150344612821&amp;postID=8747707866472380100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613982150344612821/posts/default/8747707866472380100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613982150344612821/posts/default/8747707866472380100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midtowngrl.blogspot.com/2009/04/crimes-in-midtown.html' title='Crimes in Midtown'/><author><name>RSP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587721095118464136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/S342zxVcatI/AAAAAAAAAXc/mE8_qJXiSJM/S220/l_114a2239acfe4377068ce73a027155cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613982150344612821.post-3060227445106251484</id><published>2009-03-16T16:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:47:36.701-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wildlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='found in midtown'/><title type='text'>The turkeys return to Midtown</title><content type='html'>I was headed up to Target the other day and I noticed something going on at Minnehaha and Lake. People were stopped in cars in odd places, pedestrians were pointing, children were in awe. I looked over and saw the turkeys were back. Right in the middle of Lake St! I only wish I'd had my camera with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613982150344612821-3060227445106251484?l=midtowngrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midtowngrl.blogspot.com/feeds/3060227445106251484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613982150344612821&amp;postID=3060227445106251484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613982150344612821/posts/default/3060227445106251484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613982150344612821/posts/default/3060227445106251484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midtowngrl.blogspot.com/2009/03/turkeys-return-to-midtown.html' title='The turkeys return to Midtown'/><author><name>RSP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587721095118464136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/S342zxVcatI/AAAAAAAAAXc/mE8_qJXiSJM/S220/l_114a2239acfe4377068ce73a027155cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613982150344612821.post-49483918703755650</id><published>2009-01-10T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T13:09:21.011-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for fun'/><title type='text'>My evil plan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Congratulations on being the creator of a new&lt;/h2&gt;     &lt;h2&gt; Evil Plan (tm)!&lt;/h2&gt;     &lt;p&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Your objective is simple: &lt;b&gt;Widespread Misery&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Your motive is a little bit more complex: &lt;b&gt;Madness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;     &lt;h3&gt;Stage One&lt;/h3&gt;      &lt;p&gt;     To begin your plan, you must first seduce a senator. This will cause the world to give one another worried looks,      baffled by your arrival. Who is this despoiler of all that is good and nice and true? Where did they come from? And why      do they look so good in classic black?     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Stage Two&lt;/h3&gt;     &lt;p&gt;     Next, you must contaminate/poison the pacific ocean. This will all be done from a amusement park, a      mysterious place of unrivaled dark glory.  Upon seeing this, the world will wet their pants,      as countless hordes of evil clowns hasten to do your every bidding.     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Stage Three&lt;/h3&gt;     &lt;p&gt; Finally, you must tauntingly wave your plague of doom, bringing about nightmares for every man, woman and child. Your name shall become synonymous with the spice girls, and no man will ever again dare make you clean your room. Everyone will bow before your unbreakable will, and the world will have no choice but to restore your credit rating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Need help making your own evil plan? Go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.darksites.com/evilplan.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613982150344612821-49483918703755650?l=midtowngrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midtowngrl.blogspot.com/feeds/49483918703755650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613982150344612821&amp;postID=49483918703755650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613982150344612821/posts/default/49483918703755650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613982150344612821/posts/default/49483918703755650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midtowngrl.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-evil-plan.html' title='My evil plan...'/><author><name>RSP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587721095118464136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/S342zxVcatI/AAAAAAAAAXc/mE8_qJXiSJM/S220/l_114a2239acfe4377068ce73a027155cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613982150344612821.post-8143905749586885106</id><published>2008-11-18T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:53:57.081-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random weird stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wildlife'/><title type='text'>Wild turkeys invade Corcoran / Midtown</title><content type='html'>So I was sitting in the house when something outside near my car caught my eye. I was a little confused for a minute. Then I saw some guy out there taking pictures with a cell phone camera. I ran around the house trying to find my camera to get some pics of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right here in Midtown, here is what I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/SSM4o1NE88I/AAAAAAAAAPg/3yjs3DiNfRs/s1600-h/turkeys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/SSM4o1NE88I/AAAAAAAAAPg/3yjs3DiNfRs/s320/turkeys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270118263081464770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/SSM4pLBeI2I/AAAAAAAAAPo/8tvx2Mv56wE/s1600-h/turkeys2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/SSM4pLBeI2I/AAAAAAAAAPo/8tvx2Mv56wE/s320/turkeys2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270118268938363746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two wild turkeys!! Where the hell did those come from? By the time I snapped some decent pictures they had made their way to the alley (that is currently torn up due to sewer repair). Shortly after this a couple of 8 year olds came upon the scene, and chased the turkeys away, confirming my friends question... yes, turkeys do fly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613982150344612821-8143905749586885106?l=midtowngrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midtowngrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8143905749586885106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613982150344612821&amp;postID=8143905749586885106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613982150344612821/posts/default/8143905749586885106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613982150344612821/posts/default/8143905749586885106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midtowngrl.blogspot.com/2008/11/wild-turkeys-invade-corcoran-midtown.html' title='Wild turkeys invade Corcoran / Midtown'/><author><name>RSP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587721095118464136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/S342zxVcatI/AAAAAAAAAXc/mE8_qJXiSJM/S220/l_114a2239acfe4377068ce73a027155cf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/SSM4o1NE88I/AAAAAAAAAPg/3yjs3DiNfRs/s72-c/turkeys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613982150344612821.post-5635501201153127473</id><published>2008-10-29T09:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:33:09.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road rage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Update on the crabby gay guy</title><content type='html'>My (gay) best friend called me today and told me he saw the crabby, ugly, yelling gay guy on Lyndale Ave!! He recognized him just by my description of the guy and his vehicle. LOL! Turns out one of the many bumper stickers on the back (featured prominently) is a "HANG UP AND DRIVE" sticker. hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613982150344612821-5635501201153127473?l=midtowngrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midtowngrl.blogspot.com/feeds/5635501201153127473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613982150344612821&amp;postID=5635501201153127473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613982150344612821/posts/default/5635501201153127473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613982150344612821/posts/default/5635501201153127473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midtowngrl.blogspot.com/2008/10/update-on-crabby-gay-guy.html' title='Update on the crabby gay guy'/><author><name>Trixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169296220191328424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613982150344612821.post-9006518847622926953</id><published>2008-10-02T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T16:06:44.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiawatha avenue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Near 42nd and Hiawatha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/SOVT7yEtDBI/AAAAAAAAANI/VMnMVaY0IyI/s1600-h/hiawatha1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/SOVT7yEtDBI/AAAAAAAAANI/VMnMVaY0IyI/s400/hiawatha1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252696826916441106" 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/2613982150344612821-9006518847622926953?l=midtowngrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midtowngrl.blogspot.com/feeds/9006518847622926953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613982150344612821&amp;postID=9006518847622926953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613982150344612821/posts/default/9006518847622926953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613982150344612821/posts/default/9006518847622926953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midtowngrl.blogspot.com/2008/10/near-42nd-and-hiawatha.html' title='Near 42nd and Hiawatha'/><author><name>RSP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587721095118464136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/S342zxVcatI/AAAAAAAAAXc/mE8_qJXiSJM/S220/l_114a2239acfe4377068ce73a027155cf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/SOVT7yEtDBI/AAAAAAAAANI/VMnMVaY0IyI/s72-c/hiawatha1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613982150344612821.post-285458407753150931</id><published>2008-09-18T11:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T11:30:17.075-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road rage'/><title type='text'>To the ugly gay guy in the parking lot at Rainbow Foods</title><content type='html'>This is a repost from Craig's List, where my post got flagged down by jealous losers who were upset that my post was making a few people laugh. For those who don't know me, and don't know of my love of gay people and gay bars, rest assured that this post is nothing against gay people. It's about a jerk who happens to be gay. So, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;First off, you are the Goddamn ugliest gay man I have EVER seen in my life. Is that even "gay legal" to look like that? You make Bruce Vilanch look like Rock Hudson! I know you had your fanny pack in quite a twist this afternoon, but let me just explain to you exactly what was going on there. For your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;convenience,and because I think you are a complete moron I have added&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;a picture to illustrate my story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fec2cwNBTQ/SNKbrJDY7uI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/73GgzO05HZQ/s1600-h/uglygayahole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fec2cwNBTQ/SNKbrJDY7uI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/73GgzO05HZQ/s400/uglygayahole.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247427681306865378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I pulled into the parking lot and turned into the lane you had parked in. At the time that I turned in, the worker had brought three carts out of the cart corral and was standing in the lane. I stopped to let him finish and pass. While this was going on, you decided to exit your spot and for whatever reason you HAD to go down the way that this was all going on instead of being aware of your surroundings and going the other way which would have been just as easy. I see you coming and because of the carts I realize you will not be able to get through, so i back up to allow you to pass. I THOUGHT I was being a nice person since it was actually your half of the row that was blocked. For whatever reason, as you pull past me, you feel the need to stop, look at me, put your ugly fingers up to your ear like a telephone and angrily yell "GET OFF THE PHONE!!! PUT THE PHONE DOWN!!!" I had just answered the fucking phone you ugly douche, and I was sitting in a parking lot for fuck's sake, what Goddamn difference does it make to you? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; FUCK OFF!!! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know it sucks to be so ugly and see people who are actually good looking and who actually have people who want to talk to them, but you don't have to lash out at me. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here's you: &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/jackie/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fec2cwNBTQ/SNKdjpUOgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fGXttx_yLow/s1600-h/uglygay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fec2cwNBTQ/SNKdjpUOgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fGXttx_yLow/s400/uglygay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247429751551722258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Do you think you could put a few more stickers on the back of your SUV-lite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613982150344612821-285458407753150931?l=midtowngrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midtowngrl.blogspot.com/feeds/285458407753150931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613982150344612821&amp;postID=285458407753150931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613982150344612821/posts/default/285458407753150931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613982150344612821/posts/default/285458407753150931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midtowngrl.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-ugly-gay-guy-in-parking-lot-at.html' title='To the ugly gay guy in the parking lot at Rainbow Foods'/><author><name>Trixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169296220191328424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fec2cwNBTQ/SNKbrJDY7uI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/73GgzO05HZQ/s72-c/uglygayahole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613982150344612821.post-673942285603047020</id><published>2008-09-02T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:27:03.953-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bicycling'/><title type='text'>I heart my bike.. but it doesn't heart me.</title><content type='html'>I love my bike, check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/SL4tvcTC88I/AAAAAAAAALE/Od5-y07oBYE/s1600-h/bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/SL4tvcTC88I/AAAAAAAAALE/Od5-y07oBYE/s320/bike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241677309379015618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I bought a bell that tells the world how I feel. The packaging is a bit dusty but you get the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/SL4tvdtq-6I/AAAAAAAAALM/gA__47b18J8/s1600-h/iheartmybike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/SL4tvdtq-6I/AAAAAAAAALM/gA__47b18J8/s320/iheartmybike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241677309759126434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bike doesn't love me.  This is what happened when I couldn't get my garage door open to put the bike away. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/SL4tytjekuI/AAAAAAAAALU/0w3QuxRz1k0/s1600-h/bikeinjury.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/SL4tytjekuI/AAAAAAAAALU/0w3QuxRz1k0/s200/bikeinjury.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241677365550944994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was backing down the driveway into the alley to go around to the front and I didn't realize how quickly it went down right where I was. So I fell. My elbow and knee got the brunt of it. My bike was unharmed since it landed on top of me. The good news is there were no cars coming down the alley. ;) I looked around to make sure no one had seen me, got up, brushed myself off and rode around to the front of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I hope to ride the &lt;a href="http://www.midtowngreenway.org/"&gt;Midtown Greenway&lt;/a&gt;. Though the way things look I should consider getting myself some knee and elbow pads before then. Or maybe some training wheels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613982150344612821-673942285603047020?l=midtowngrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midtowngrl.blogspot.com/feeds/673942285603047020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613982150344612821&amp;postID=673942285603047020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613982150344612821/posts/default/673942285603047020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613982150344612821/posts/default/673942285603047020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midtowngrl.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-heart-my-bike-but-it-doesnt-heart-me.html' title='I heart my bike.. but it doesn&apos;t heart me.'/><author><name>RSP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587721095118464136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/S342zxVcatI/AAAAAAAAAXc/mE8_qJXiSJM/S220/l_114a2239acfe4377068ce73a027155cf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/SL4tvcTC88I/AAAAAAAAALE/Od5-y07oBYE/s72-c/bike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613982150344612821.post-3298334633293173774</id><published>2008-08-26T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:58:53.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs that fit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aural time machine'/><title type='text'>I wish...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you hear a song whose sentiment  just seems to fit at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/icr0eW1fRSs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/icr0eW1fRSs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/2613982150344612821-3298334633293173774?l=midtowngrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midtowngrl.blogspot.com/feeds/3298334633293173774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613982150344612821&amp;postID=3298334633293173774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613982150344612821/posts/default/3298334633293173774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613982150344612821/posts/default/3298334633293173774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midtowngrl.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-wish.html' title='I wish...'/><author><name>Trixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169296220191328424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613982150344612821.post-188448582425272680</id><published>2008-08-22T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T18:45:03.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='found in midtown'/><title type='text'>creepy</title><content type='html'>This was on my front fence the other day. The fact that I think it's so creepy probably says more about me that it does about the flier, and maybe I'm going to hell. The whole "uncle Chuck" thing is a little weird to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/SK9rbpeV7pI/AAAAAAAAAJs/bicVSFdqiwQ/s1600-h/kidsbiblecamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/SK9rbpeV7pI/AAAAAAAAAJs/bicVSFdqiwQ/s320/kidsbiblecamp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237523014388936338" 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/2613982150344612821-188448582425272680?l=midtowngrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midtowngrl.blogspot.com/feeds/188448582425272680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613982150344612821&amp;postID=188448582425272680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613982150344612821/posts/default/188448582425272680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613982150344612821/posts/default/188448582425272680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midtowngrl.blogspot.com/2008/08/creepy.html' title='creepy'/><author><name>RSP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587721095118464136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/S342zxVcatI/AAAAAAAAAXc/mE8_qJXiSJM/S220/l_114a2239acfe4377068ce73a027155cf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/SK9rbpeV7pI/AAAAAAAAAJs/bicVSFdqiwQ/s72-c/kidsbiblecamp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613982150344612821.post-3098909387091370268</id><published>2008-06-28T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:07:29.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>35W Bridge</title><content type='html'>Last year when the 35W bridge collapsed I was down at Treasure Island Casino playing Bingo for my friend Tina's birthday. They made the announcement during bingo and it was scary because no one really knew what was going on. Cell phones weren't working because the lines were all jammed. Luckily everyone I knew was OK. Last week my friends and I went to dinkytown to check out the progress on the 35W bridge rebuilding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys were out working on a Sunday. They are really trying to get this bridge back up and running. The bridge is supposed to be back up and running in a few months. It was surreal to be there, you couldn't help but think about what those people went through that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/SGqvZfvk3CI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XnVxt1uoO1s/s1600-h/62208+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/SGqvZfvk3CI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XnVxt1uoO1s/s320/62208+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218175970814778402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/SGqvZ7Kx9pI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4wIrBFjq02U/s1600-h/62208+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/SGqvZ7Kx9pI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4wIrBFjq02U/s320/62208+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218175978176640658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/SGqvaENfUPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Vl1rJwZmufA/s1600-h/62208+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/SGqvaENfUPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Vl1rJwZmufA/s320/62208+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218175980603920626" 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/2613982150344612821-3098909387091370268?l=midtowngrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midtowngrl.blogspot.com/feeds/3098909387091370268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613982150344612821&amp;postID=3098909387091370268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613982150344612821/posts/default/3098909387091370268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613982150344612821/posts/default/3098909387091370268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midtowngrl.blogspot.com/2008/06/35w-bridge.html' title='35W Bridge'/><author><name>RSP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587721095118464136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/S342zxVcatI/AAAAAAAAAXc/mE8_qJXiSJM/S220/l_114a2239acfe4377068ce73a027155cf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68ZunOfXTeQ/SGqvZfvk3CI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XnVxt1uoO1s/s72-c/62208+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613982150344612821.post-3763350752785967794</id><published>2008-05-17T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T02:09:06.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lake street'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexican'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurant reviews'/><title type='text'>Pineda Tacos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pineda Tacos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;311 E. Lake St. Minneapolis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped in at Pineda Tacos on E. Lake on a whim, and because it smelled delicious. I'd also heard they had great tacos. When you walk in, you see trays of different meats that can be used in tacos or burritos. It looks like a much less slick and streamlined Chipotle. I'll be honest and admit I had no idea what some of this stuff was. I ordered a couple of chicken tacos. They have 3 types of chicken to choose from, a spicy chicken, a mild chicken and a chicken in verde sauce. I chose one spicy and one mild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tacos are wrapped up in double corn tortillas (you can choose flour if you wish), which really helps because the chicken is marinated and juicy, which softens the tortilla and tends to make it fall apart. The gentleman at the counter asked if I wanted everything, which ended up being onions, cilantro and salsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I tried the spicy chicken. It was a bit warm but nothing overwhelming. I'm actually kind of a wimp. so if you are one who likes hot spicy hot, you might need some hot sauce on this. It was tasty though. As good as that was, the mild chicken is where it's at, for me. The chicken was tender and juicy, the marinade/sauce was flavorful. With the onions and the cilantro the whole thing was very light and fresh tasting. Even my friend and taste testing buddy, who LOVES spicy food, preferred the mild chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll definitely be heading back to Pineda Tacos. Next time I plan on having more time to inquire about the other meats on the line, and to try something different. If you want a good taco that is not overdone, this is the place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613982150344612821-3763350752785967794?l=midtowngrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midtowngrl.blogspot.com/feeds/3763350752785967794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613982150344612821&amp;postID=3763350752785967794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613982150344612821/posts/default/3763350752785967794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613982150344612821/posts/default/3763350752785967794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midtowngrl.blogspot.com/2008/05/pineda-tacos.html' title='Pineda Tacos'/><author><name>Trixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169296220191328424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
