<?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-3699557</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:43:15.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bailey's Irish Cream Bar</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to Bailey's Irish Cream Bar: You Are what you Drink.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-110262160636074688</id><published>2004-12-09T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T14:46:46.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> What's Hot and What's Not: Kelpie and Friend Journey to pick out Toys for TotsLike most organizations, ours is gearing up for another exciting yearly tradition, the annual Toys for Tots drive.  Today was pay-day, so a gal pal from work and I will be conducting our great toy experiment, a pilgrimmeage to find out what kids like these days. At this point, I am most intrigued by the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/110262160636074688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/110262160636074688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110262160636074688' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-110209757625112993</id><published>2004-12-03T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T13:12:56.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Kelpie Influences the World through American SportsI had the best time yesterday evening at the US-Algerian Business Council dinner.  At first, I was a bit apprehensive though -- imagine walking into a room with 60 - 70 + people speaking fluent French and not knowing a single soul.  I gave it the old college try though, using my 1 year of 9th grade French to make friends with Algerian policy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/110209757625112993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/110209757625112993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2004_11_28_archive.html#110209757625112993' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-109945758890642366</id><published>2004-11-02T23:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T23:53:08.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who will be our New Neighbor?I wish to offer a little levity during this time of decision, instead of worrying about who will lead our country, I choose to think of this decision as "who will be our neighbor?"  As many of you know, I work in Washington, DC, in a location very close to the White House, a place that is literally right across the street from my office. ...and EVERYONE has been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/109945758890642366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/109945758890642366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109945758890642366' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-109945620602005978</id><published>2004-11-02T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T23:30:06.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want to ask the question we all want to know.... Who Will Live in the Building Across the Street from my office?Yes, I don't care who runs the office, but who will live across the street from my office?  I was kind of hoping for Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Harry Potter, someone interesting, but instead, we have the President of the United States.  ...Not Harry, not Buffy...It seems as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/109945620602005978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/109945620602005978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109945620602005978' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-109820816766517555</id><published>2004-10-19T13:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T13:49:27.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Kelpie's Random Musings on Fear: The Catalyst for ActionBuffy the Vampire Slayer and I have one thing in common (aside from a shared fascination with men who brood) -- we both hate to take tests.  ...and the only thing worse than taking a test is taking a test I did not plan to take, which happened to me yesterday.What makes this event so strange is that I have seen a number of shows that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/109820816766517555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/109820816766517555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109820816766517555' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-109544521113753558</id><published>2004-09-17T13:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T14:20:11.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Black Bear Ale Introduces Kelpie to King's Palace I witnessed a momentous occasion last night at a little place called the Tune-in.  It's not just any event either, I watched the INVENTOR of the alcohol-inspired card-game  KING'S PALACE  by the supreme inventor, Black Bear Ale.  Mind you, I still do not know how to play, but from an outside perspective, it looks like a combination of go-fish, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/109544521113753558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/109544521113753558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109544521113753558' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-109483413289968770</id><published>2004-09-10T11:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T12:35:32.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Kelpie Loses Best Friend: The Family DogMy little brother passed away yesterday.  I am just a little melancholy today because of it.  He was a very special boy with happy brown eyes, white and reddish-brown colored fur and smart as a tack!  Plus, he found us, not vice versa, wandered onto our farm one day, stuck out his paw to say he was a friendly boy, and he was ours ever since. He was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/109483413289968770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/109483413289968770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109483413289968770' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-109468479511541764</id><published>2004-09-08T18:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T19:06:35.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is a public service announcement from bailey'sirishcream.blogspot.com: There is a Reason Why Country Kids and City Kids Never Get Together...First, the city kid!  Distinguishing characteristics are jeans that hang well below the waist and are suspended by a belt (depends on style, really), baseball caps of local sports team, loud-crankin' music, always has someplace to go (i.e. piano </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/109468479511541764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/109468479511541764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109468479511541764' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-109180300546271892</id><published>2004-08-06T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T10:36:45.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Sweetest Gesture on What Appears to be a GREAT weekend Yes, this is my birthday weekend and I am turning a year younger!  ;-)  So far, everything is great!  I am getting together with some of my favorite people in the world for tons of activities -- beer, Thai food, tea...  You name it!  All the things that make a day phenomenal. ...and the sweetest thing thus far was from a friend of mine, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/109180300546271892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/109180300546271892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109180300546271892' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-109104704583377242</id><published>2004-07-28T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T16:37:25.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Kelpie Tackles Cooking &amp; her Fear of Massive Amounts of Ingredients I ended up buying three cookbooks, because I have decided I am going to learn to cook something other than a microwaveable meal.  ..but I have to ask -- why does one have to use so many ingredients to make a meal delicious?  Why can't it be simple?  I was looking at a recipe for curried potatoes and the recipe read like a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/109104704583377242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/109104704583377242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109104704583377242' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-109041993596845628</id><published>2004-07-21T09:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T10:25:35.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I think I am on the Master's Master List of Everything: List of Doom or Sign of the Times. New Kelpie Crusade?  We shall see...I trust I am not alone when I say this, but I think I must be on every person's e-mail list by now.  I keep getting invitati0ns to parties by people I do not know.  It's not necessarily a bad thing, but it makes you wonder, how do random 'DC people get my e-mail </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/109041993596845628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/109041993596845628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109041993596845628' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-109027277510439833</id><published>2004-07-19T17:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T17:32:55.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Heather in Curious Mode -- Let's just hope it doesn't kill this Cat! The more I learn about the US system and the way we do things, the more I wonder how those around us accomplish the same tasks.  It stands to reason that people in our own country -- I am currently in the process of reading some interesting work on Corporate Governance in China and the French legal system, among others.   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/109027277510439833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/109027277510439833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109027277510439833' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-108991633414413650</id><published>2004-07-15T13:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T14:32:14.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> My Uncultured Self: Everything is Amusing Like anyone, there is one "art form" I can not appreciate or motivate myself to watch with the serious eye of an arts afficionado.  I personally abhor the ballet.  I think I have some massive issues with it that stem back to childhood -- where I was forced to don a tutu starting at the age of five and ending at age 12.  I think that trauma alone would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/108991633414413650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/108991633414413650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#108991633414413650' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-108874489741567351</id><published>2004-07-01T23:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T01:08:17.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> The Real Reason I Take ChineseAs many of you know, I am in the process of learning Chinese.  What many of you don't know are the fascinating characters that we read about day after day.  I wish to discuss the interesting relationship triangle of Gubo, Palanka and Ding Yun.  Let me explain the significance of Gubo, Palanka and Ding Yun to those who unfamiliar with Chinese study.  Gubo is a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/108874489741567351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/108874489741567351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108874489741567351' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-108801508764831607</id><published>2004-06-23T13:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T14:24:47.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Heather's Educational Experience in Ice Cream and the Need for Safety NetsWhat do safety nets and ice cream have to do with one another?!? -- in this case, a lot!Last weekend, I had the opportunity to come together with three very interesting people, one was an individual and good friend I am well acquainted with -- a woman we will call Lindemann's.  I know she likes this beer, so I think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/108801508764831607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/108801508764831607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108801508764831607' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-108604870420188605</id><published>2004-05-31T19:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T20:11:44.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Q: What do the Chinese Language and the tv show Angel Both have in Common? They are two of my favorite topics to discuss these days!  Unfortunately, Angel is now off the air.  The ending was approximately 2 weeks ago and ended on a cliff-hanger!  Those of my friends who love the series as much as I do feel my pain.  I know...  I am now wondering when I will get my closure.  They need to end </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/108604870420188605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/108604870420188605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108604870420188605' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-108447389882031088</id><published>2004-05-13T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T14:44:58.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> My Kind of Prom! Leather dresses.  Black nail polish and matching corsage.  Bright red lipstick.  Freaky hair.  Dancing to the tune of Ozzy in the moonlight.    What is the significance of my ramblings, what I am building up to -- simple, the absolute best prom around, a gothic prom!  I don't know about many of you, but dances, especially the prom, were boring in my high school.  Everyone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/108447389882031088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/108447389882031088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108447389882031088' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-108274221183886857</id><published>2004-04-23T13:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T13:47:34.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I am officially dubbing today: Freaky Friday News DayFriday, April 23rd is a crazy day!  Not because of me, my day is rather dull actually, but it seems everyone else has gone criminally insane.  Fortunately for us, the individuals in question do not appear to have any intellectual capabilities so the world as we know it should be just fine.  I wish I could share with you more of the insane </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/108274221183886857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/108274221183886857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108274221183886857' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-108187856576487259</id><published>2004-04-13T13:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T13:53:15.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> My First Chinese Course: Pride, the Price of Learning a New Language I have heard my best friend speak Mandarin a number of times, and I sound nothing like her yet.  First class, I was repeating word combinations -- initials and finals as they call it.    The language is fascinating and phonetically Chinese makes sense to me, but I can't get over the fact that I feel that when I speak it, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/108187856576487259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/108187856576487259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108187856576487259' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-108131367280371084</id><published>2004-04-07T00:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T00:58:12.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Hello Everyone: Buffy Talk and other good newsIt has been far too long since I have been to virtual land with my friends.  Aside from indulging in my favorite old t.v. show favorite, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, I have been really busy living life to the fullest.  (Okay -- on most levels and I know there are a number of people who will tell me that watching Buffy is not living life to its fullest</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/108131367280371084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/108131367280371084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108131367280371084' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-107931634825957483</id><published>2004-03-14T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T21:08:58.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Languages: Never too late to learn something new! Heather is lost in translation, literally. This weekend I had an amazing opportunity that I rarely receive, a treat!  An opportunity to utilize my language training in Spanish.  Some of you may know that I have had about five years of Spanish Training (3 in high school, 2 in college).  I remeber very little though, as I have not practiced in so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/107931634825957483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/107931634825957483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107931634825957483' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-107670945720095044</id><published>2004-02-13T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T17:00:06.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Message to Fence-riders: Use your voice and God-given right, Vote! This is from a friendly bar-buddy, Xaio Liu Mong from Washington, DC.  He is currently representin' the people of the United States in the United Kingdom, London to be exact!  Glad to have you there, man!  Keep up the good work! I am featuring his interesting words on my blog today.  He has some important words for anyone who</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/107670945720095044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/107670945720095044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107670945720095044' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-107663261189530613</id><published>2004-02-12T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T19:39:20.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Globalization: Does Everyone get a Slice of the American Pie What do Vodafone, an American Billionaire and the futbol team Manchester United have in common?  I love the song "Bye Bye Miss American Pie," it's one of my favorites!  In this case, I think the title aptly applies.  Sports and corporations have a tie that is as purely American as a fresh, hot-baked apple pie!  A question struck me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/107663261189530613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/107663261189530613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107663261189530613' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-107585175673287486</id><published>2004-02-03T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T18:44:53.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> What a WEEK I am Having!  Well -- it's been a rather costly week for me!  I will be the first to admit I know nothing about cars narry less about computers, except to change the oil religiously every 3,000 miles and to install anti-virus software every so often, which I do.  Yet, my fail safes have not worked!  My computer has a bad virus called Second Thought.  It seems to have gotten hold </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/107585175673287486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/107585175673287486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107585175673287486' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-107531660732017755</id><published>2004-01-28T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T14:05:36.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Will Mars become the New Alaskan Vacation?As we discuss future plans for future human visitation to Mars, there are some questions that come to mind.  Well, a lot really as we do not know much about the planet except that it's extremely cold, it's red, has about three moons, and a different yearly schedule than planet earth.  Aside from that, I know little about the Red Planet.  Of course, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/107531660732017755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/107531660732017755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107531660732017755' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-107481358843123888</id><published>2004-01-22T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T18:21:49.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back in Black: I am literally wearing black today, too! I am back again myself, Scrumpy Jack and Dirty Martini have me inspired to write again.  Life is good -- I have been working like Kunta Kintai (think Roots for those unfamiliar with the '70s serial.  I am learning so much about foundations and Corporate giving and find that I enjoy this work more than anything I have ever done.  Taking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/107481358843123888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/107481358843123888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107481358843123888' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-107099291298536392</id><published>2003-12-09T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T13:02:56.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Life's Ambition is to be The Drunken Master Perhaps with enough alcohol and a bit of practice, I too, could fight like Drunken Master! King Fu movies -- it started out with the soft stuff like Shanghai Knights and Noon, Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon. Then my interest increased as I watched the new Quenton Terrentino flick "Kill Bill." For those unfamiliar with the movie, it's about a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/107099291298536392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/107099291298536392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107099291298536392' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-107099270430797011</id><published>2003-12-09T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T12:59:27.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> My Life's Ambition is to be The Drunken Master Perhaps with enough alcohol and a bit of practice, I too, could fight like Drunken Master!King Fu movies -- it started out with the soft stuff like Shanghai Knights and Noon, Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon. Then my interest increased as I watched the new Quenton Terrentino flick "Kill Bill."  For those unfamiliar with the movie, it's about a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/107099270430797011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/107099270430797011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107099270430797011' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-107030295100574273</id><published>2003-12-01T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T13:23:23.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> My Weekend Cultural Experience: Jed and Ellie-Mae Clampet styleThere is but one place on earth that gives me "culture shock" every time I go there.  Perhaps many of you think this would be Asia, Africa, anywhere, really...  This particular place fascinates and confuses me, and the wild part is, it's in my own backyard.  If the subject line of the state's most famous members of the Beverly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/107030295100574273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/107030295100574273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107030295100574273' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-106969927112842267</id><published>2003-11-24T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T13:41:52.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I Don' Wanna Go out there -- it's scary!  Men are SCARY!  My actual feeling about dating right now.  I think I would rather play a rousing game of tiddley winks than go out on a date.  It just isn't fun anymore.  I think I have made a major life decision, I am just not going to date.  I tried everything to make it appealing to me again, flirted with people I met outside of work, looked to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/106969927112842267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/106969927112842267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106969927112842267' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-106926450453732169</id><published>2003-11-19T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T12:55:39.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I have felt very lucky lately...I know this may sound slightly nutty, but I have really enjoyed being a bit of a do-gooder lately.  Maybe I have seen Amelie a few too many times, maybe it's something in the water or perhaps it's my fate.  Whatever the case, my life has impacted other people and for that, I am very grateful.For those who have seen the movie (and those who have not) Amelie, (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/106926450453732169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/106926450453732169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106926450453732169' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-106909237579446173</id><published>2003-11-17T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T13:06:48.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Good deed Those of you who haven't seen me in a time might be a bit surprised when you see me.  I cut a foot of my hair this Saturday and still have hair to the tops of my shoulders.  In case you were wondering why I had hair to my waist, that was the reason.    I am in the process of donating my hair to charity, with the goal of giving my hair to make a wig for cancer patients.  I feel good</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/106909237579446173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/106909237579446173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106909237579446173' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-106437714608212605</id><published>2003-09-23T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T00:19:05.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kelpie's random friend factsTwo Members of My Large Urban Family -- Where My Girls At?Today, I am inspired to blog not about myself, but about my frenz!  Like any gal living in a large city, a girl always needs her "Urban Family," and this urban gal is no different.  I feel inspired to talk about my friends from the area, those out of country, and those I have yet to meet.  Remember, there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/106437714608212605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/106437714608212605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106437714608212605' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-106420244818876691</id><published>2003-09-21T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T23:47:27.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> It's been the best of times and the worst of times... Here's why -- As many of you know (or were witness to this week), we were rocked, or should I say "blown away" by a hurricane that swept away the Washington, DC area.  The hurricane wasn't so bad herself, but I was most upset with what can only be described as a sad Johnny Cash song when I say "that witch stole my electricy!"  All weekend, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/106420244818876691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/106420244818876691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106420244818876691' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-106316701077197079</id><published>2003-09-10T00:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T00:10:10.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Embracing my Inner Bridget, Bridget Jones that is! Yes, I find I am embracing my inner Bridget Jones.  I am free, single, trying to improve self, just changed jobs…  Of course, I think there is a little Bridget Jones in every woman.  Yes, I think it’s safe to say that sometime in your life, you have done one or all of the following:·	Given appallingly bad speeches to members of the public, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/106316701077197079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/106316701077197079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106316701077197079' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-106292162019197320</id><published>2003-09-07T04:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T04:00:20.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog discussions:·	The dating Universe has a structure, Date within your Verticle Element! ·	I ditched a date for screen-time with Colin while embracing my Bridget Jones!·	Where the hell were you? The Dating Universe: Understanding the Structure and Obeying Nature…Call me crazy, call me nuts, but I feel it necessary to inform my loyal readers about something they need to think about when</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/106292162019197320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/106292162019197320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106292162019197320' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-106219642531934802</id><published>2003-08-29T18:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T18:33:45.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Gratuitous Plugs for Kelpie Buds           As many of you have probably noticed, I have added some kewl new people to the list of friends.  The first is not such a newbie, but more of a Bailey's Irish Standard.  Since I just not learned how to update my blogging code.  Tom and Orynthia of Bristol, England.  If you haven't already, check him out at:  http://www.tomorysworld.blogspot.com/.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/106219642531934802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/106219642531934802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106219642531934802' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-106209994951517827</id><published>2003-08-28T15:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T15:45:49.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> The InstigatorI have a message from the women of our continents.  This just in on newswire...  (Look out men of London -- North American women got their way.)STOP...  ATTN: MEN OF LONDON ...STOP...WE, THE WIVES AND GIRLFRIENDS OF MEN IN LONDON, HAVE TAKEN YOUR ELECTRICITY ..STOP...  IT WILL BE RETURNED TO YOU ONCE YOU COMPLY WITH OUR WISHES THAT YOU PROVIDE US WITH CANDLELIT DINNERS FOR TWO </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/106209994951517827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/106209994951517827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106209994951517827' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-106203292280997454</id><published>2003-08-27T21:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T21:12:39.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Happy American Wanderer in the U.S. seeks Friends Overseas~ Name: Brad, Bradley, Xiao Liu Mong  ~ Preferred method of communication:  Email though smoke rings would be pretty cool.  ~ List contact information: (E-mail) mr_5th@hotmail.com~  Bradley wished to either be contacted directly via e-mail or through Friendster (see information below on            Friendster).~ Your Interests: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/106203292280997454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/106203292280997454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106203292280997454' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-106191055320605833</id><published>2003-08-26T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T11:09:13.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Today is a very exciting blogger day...  Please tune in as the Kelpie discusses one of the most influential cases in legal history and an opportunity to reach out to people across the world.  Today will be a blog to read.  Today, August 26th Marks the 75th Anniversary of an Incident that quickly became one of the most Influential Cases in Legal HistoryWhile spending time with some local </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/106191055320605833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/106191055320605833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106191055320605833' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-106072554473972743</id><published>2003-08-12T17:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T17:59:04.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Never thought I would say this -- but here is one Democratic Candidate I would Vote for in '04 Fortunately, the Democrats are not wise or smart enough to get him on the ballot.  If they were, Harry Potter would be President before the American people could say QUIDDITCH.  Take a look at this article I found on Politixgroup.com.  I think book sales alone show us all who would win the real </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/106072554473972743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/106072554473972743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106072554473972743' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-106066225311797030</id><published>2003-08-12T00:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T00:24:13.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I just don't get them -- No to be offensive, just need some input!I never thought I would end up being one of those "women," you know the kind.  The ones who end up having cats for the rest of their lives and never dating long-term, let alone marry.  I think I am at that point in life, because men are driving me crazy! Scenarios of Male Insanity: A collected work of friends and my ownA.)  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/106066225311797030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/106066225311797030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106066225311797030' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-105983130149447659</id><published>2003-08-02T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T09:35:01.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why I Love the Villian It is true -- I am a huge fan of the most vile, base characters in every book I read or movie I watch. To me, a book simply isn't a book without a really heinous villain. You know the kind -- the type who kills mercelessly, shows signs of insanity throughout his/her life, and will do anything to achieve the goal of enriching their own wretched, miserable little lives at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/105983130149447659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/105983130149447659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105983130149447659' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-105974459485386198</id><published>2003-08-01T09:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T09:29:54.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why I Love the Villian It is true -- I am a huge fan of the most vile, base characters in every book I read or movie I watch. To me, a book simply isn't a book without a really heinous villain. You know the kind -- the type who kills mercelessly, shows signs of insanity throughout his/her life, and will do anything to achieve the goal of enriching their own wretched, miserable little lives at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/105974459485386198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/105974459485386198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105974459485386198' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-105974446870109579</id><published>2003-08-01T09:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T09:28:34.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why I Love the VillianIt is true -- I am a huge fan of the most vile, base characters in every book I read or movie I watch.  To me, a book simply isn't a book without a really heinous villain.  You know the kind -- the type who kills mercelessly, shows signs of insanity throughout his/her life, and will do anything to achieve the goal of enriching their own wretched, miserable little lives at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/105974446870109579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/105974446870109579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105974446870109579' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-105916602262187439</id><published>2003-07-25T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T16:47:02.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Back on the Scene with New Money-making inventionsLately, I have been concocting ways in my mind to both solve the world's problems and make myself filthy rich!  I have come up with some ideas I must share with the rest of the world and hope to hear some of yours as well.  There are many brilliant people in the world who have enriched our lives through their creations.  Historically, men </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/105916602262187439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/105916602262187439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105916602262187439' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-95394101</id><published>2003-06-06T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T22:32:25.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> After a large hiatus, I am now "Back in Black" as AC/DC would put it!Like Dy-no-Mite -- in the immortal words of Bonn Scott, former lead singer of AC/DC who died from a drug overdose in his car...  Wait, that doesn't seem quite right.  My point is, Bonn Scott, may have left this earth, but his words will remain forever.  I guess that's my point to this blog.  It's funny, the men who wrote the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/95394101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/95394101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95394101' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-93127402</id><published>2003-04-23T14:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T14:38:48.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I am Friggin' Tired of the Cold -- R U?!? This is the end of April leading to that incredible song from Camelot singing about the Lusty Month of May.  ...and it feels more like Seward's Ice Box (Alaska) in LATE APRIL!  This, in my mind, is rediculous.  I am proposing we protest this horrendous weather.  I think we should all take the day off Monday, April 28th, wear our bathing suits out on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/93127402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/93127402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93127402' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-93047393</id><published>2003-04-22T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T10:43:41.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Yes Scrumpy Jack, the Dali Lama does visit Bloomington, Indiana I just had to say it, plus, I think Scrumpy Jack was looking for a blog entry on the Dali!  So, just for you Scrumpy Jack, here is your daily dose of elightenment on why the Dali came to Bloomington, Indiana.    As we discussed trips and such on-line and amazing foreign food, it just occurred to me that one of the best foreign </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/93047393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/93047393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93047393' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-92663899</id><published>2003-04-15T14:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T14:13:55.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Refrigerator Art: Freezer burn, mold, outdated food -- lend me your ears! Once again, this Kelpie is showing her loyal readers a bit about the quality time she spends in the kitchen -- NOT!  Anyway, I spent a good portion of the weekend cleaning out my nasty refrigerator -- you know the kind that single people across the world keep where anyone would look in there and think "My Lord, are you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/92663899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/92663899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92663899' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-92166039</id><published>2003-04-07T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T15:00:38.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I went to two amazing plays this past weekNothing beats going to the theater and knowing right off the bat you are going to see an amazing show!  On Wednesday night, I went to the renowned Ford's Theater in Washington, DC.  This place has so much history, the theater alone is fascinating.  For those of you unfamiliar with its history, it was the place where President Abraham Lincoln was killed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/92166039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/92166039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92166039' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-91725793</id><published>2003-03-31T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T14:37:07.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Curiosity and New Welcomes Before I begin my latest blog entries, I would like to first welcome Belgium, Ireland, Italy, and China to the bar.  If you wish to join in our interesting discussions, e-mail your alcoholic nicknames to healthbailey@yahoo.com.Okay, having said that, now it's time to blog!  WOO HOO!  Growing up, many of you know that I had pen pals in just about every country I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/91725793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/91725793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91725793' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-91439632</id><published>2003-03-26T17:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T17:47:08.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My New Amusement What group of people are known to butcher shakespeare, slash Sondheim, cause Arthur Miller to gasp I realize for those of you who know me, I am pretty easily entertained, but I actually have a new amusement in life to discuss.  My penchant for college plays!  Yes, instead of going to the Kennedy Center (which I also enjoy, by the way, but it's expensive sometimes) I head out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/91439632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/91439632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91439632' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-91128537</id><published>2003-03-21T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T10:49:23.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I have been remiss in my duties of welcoming people to my blog! Welcome Germany, Iraq, Japan, France, and Indonesia to the bar.  ...And to my U.S. compadres -- welcome West Coasters, Midwesterners, and East Coasters to the bar.  I really hope to get more individuals from around the world and in my own backyard to comment more on my blog.  I like getting an outside perspective on subjects of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/91128537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/91128537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91128537' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-91077103</id><published>2003-03-20T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T15:02:07.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Appreciation of a new sport I feel it necessary to mention that I have a new appreciation for a new sport, well, not so new really, but new to me.  I have taken to liking Rugby, yes, RUGBY!  I saw my first game on television while in the United Kingdom, and let me tell you, I started really appreciating the sport.  What heterosexual woman wouldn't love this sport?  Hot men, great accents, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/91077103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/91077103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91077103' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-90659577</id><published>2003-03-13T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T13:39:43.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Reading about European Customs and Manners and strange customs I have read/heard about overseas I have a book that I read from time to time called European Customs and Manners it's a travel guide for dummies kinda book really.  Maybe that's why I like it so much, cause I need all the help I can get!  In all seriousness, there are some good pieces of advice in the book and some that make you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/90659577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/90659577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90659577' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-90481867</id><published>2003-03-10T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T17:24:15.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Lots to tell -- Great Weekend with good friends and Brit pop Hello loyal readers!  As you can probably tell, this has been a great weekend!  Spent a good amount of time with Fosters, Tecate and Strong Bow for Brit pop night at the Black Cat on Saturday night.  We waited in line for about 2 hours in the cool night, waiting to get in, but the conversation was so good, it didn't bother me in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/90481867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/90481867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90481867' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-90315649</id><published>2003-03-07T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T14:11:41.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> In Search of a Song -- Arranged Marriage is the Name My father goes to Thailand quite often and on one of his excursions, he heard this funny song on Asian MTV called  Arranged Marriage.  I haven't heard the song, but I hear it's a riot.  It's a song about a man whos time has come to have his parents arrange his marriage.  I have been dying to hear it, but don't know where to find it.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/90315649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/90315649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90315649' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-90261145</id><published>2003-03-06T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T16:47:27.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I feel like a kid again Perhaps it's because I am part of a skeleton crew in an office, or perhaps it's because I have been acting like a college kid -- staying up late, grabbing drinks with friends and such.  I dunno, but I feel like a giddy kid!  ...and I like it!It's been a wild weekend for me, little sleep -- reminded me of my youth!  Tuesday night I ended up hanging out with good people</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/90261145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/90261145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90261145' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-90195434</id><published>2003-03-05T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T16:21:06.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Coldplay Coming to New York in June, but not 'DC The hampster is turning in my mind, the gears are shifting, perhaps songs like Clock that inspire me to actually start using my brain.  I am thinking it's time to see who might be interested in joining us in a potential jaunt to New York City to feed a new addiction.  Who among my illustrious group of friends is interested?   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/90195434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/90195434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90195434' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-90136804</id><published>2003-03-04T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T17:29:57.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> A Most Excellent Evening I had a blast last night with my new Australian friend as we whisked around 'DC for the evening.  We had a BLAST hanging out at Cafe Asia and Washington, DC.  Ended up heading off to an amzing little South American bar for a little drink and some dancing.  Great conversation and fun to be had tooling around this city -- I had almost forgotten how much fun this city can</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/90136804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/90136804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90136804' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-90065361</id><published>2003-03-03T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T14:48:52.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Finally, a moment to relax and Blog... Well, getting ready for one of our annual conferences.  Been a busy day that started at 6:00 a.m. (UGH!)  As many of you are well-aware, this Kelpie is not a morning person.  In order to be able to even wake up, she must get lots of coffee into her system.  ...and I have been going and going all weekend with the exception of Saturday, where I actually had</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/90065361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/90065361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90065361' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-89992522</id><published>2003-03-02T04:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T04:29:55.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Interesting Saturday and a New Potential Club Look I ended up getting my hair lightened with a hint of strawberry mixed in with my blonde highlights for something new.  I rather liked it -- although I was a bit sad to give up the tin foil they put in my hair to do the job.  It took almost 5 hours to finish, but during that time, I ended up going outside for some fresh air with my foil mop.  It</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/89992522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/89992522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#89992522' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-89931449</id><published>2003-02-28T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T20:12:57.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another Reason Why I LUUUV Virgin RadioI am absolutely HOOKED on Virgin Radio now for so many reasons!  First, I love the English accent!  Just so nice to hear such smooth voices.  Secondly, Jezza's Virgin Confessional has me hooked and helps me get through my work day.  ...and Finally, they are passing on words of support for English troops stationed in Iraq.  I am not going to get into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/89931449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/89931449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89931449' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-89926900</id><published>2003-02-28T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T18:13:22.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> We can also add Canada to the list as well Our neighbors to the North are reading Bailey'sIrishCream -- how exciting!  Welcome to the bar, Canada!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/89926900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/89926900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89926900' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-89922777</id><published>2003-02-28T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T16:41:16.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Friends and New Potential Friends Wishing to Join My BlogIf you wish to join my blogworld, e-mail me at the following address:Bailey_Heather@msn.comIn the subject line write blog name so I know what to do and open the e-mail.  Especially if I don't know you as I typically delete unknown e-mails.Tell me the alcoholic nickname you wish to assume and I will give you the "code names" of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/89922777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/89922777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89922777' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-89862185</id><published>2003-02-27T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T16:59:47.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> A New Series at the Bar: opening up to some more foreign drafts I am starting a new series at the bar on my perspective on the world.  Note, I am not an expert on world issues, but I will pretend to be one on my blog and turn to you for advice.  The purpose of this is to make people laugh and bring us closer together.  I will take a country and region of the world, tell you about the people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/89862185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/89862185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89862185' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-89799528</id><published>2003-02-26T17:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-26T17:44:41.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everything I needed to learn in Life, I learned from MusicMy musical experiences never began with cheesey songs like "the wheels on the bus go round and round," not with my mom in the house.She is a music teacher in Indiana, so I grew up listening to and appreciating all types of music.  I guess it's only natural that I started to really enjoy listening to classical music, musicals, and arias</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/89799528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/89799528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89799528' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-89696327</id><published>2003-02-25T01:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-25T01:21:02.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Memorable moments in life Everyone has them, and I am no exception.  There are a number of memorable moments in my life, really hard to name just one.  What I am really trying to do is hear from my friends in blogland what some of your memorable moments are -- both good and bad.  Some are life realizations, others are actual events.  Here are some of mine:~ Seeing Mother Theresa receive the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/89696327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/89696327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89696327' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-89523909</id><published>2003-02-21T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-21T18:37:37.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> A Kelpie in the Cave After much soul-searching, this kelpie has decided to go into the dating cave.  I need to focus on things other than men and get more into me for a time.  My friend, Amaretto Sour (also known as the legendary Big E) coined this term.  Perhaps you read a bit on the allegory of the cave in philosophy.  I don't remember too much about it, seeing as I was usually rather </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/89523909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/89523909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89523909' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-89387253</id><published>2003-02-19T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T16:08:50.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Exploring a culture of civility I visited my pen pal of 10 1/2 years, Stella Aftershock and enjoyed his company while exploring countryside that gave birth to this great Nation, Great Britain.  I had a blast meeting new people and seeing the sights that London had to offer all the while catching up with my pen pal of 10 1/2 years.  There is so much I would like to say, but only a few lines </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/89387253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/89387253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89387253' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-88145276</id><published>2003-01-28T02:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-28T02:33:08.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here are the addictions of some of my friends in 'DC and Indiana.  These have been developed after many years of careful study of each of you.  Remember, you will have an opportunity to explain yourselves and elaborate on my thoughts on your addictions.  Remember, all things are in good fun here at the bar, none are meant maliciously, just for interesting discussion.  How close am I here?   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/88145276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/88145276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88145276' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-87965301</id><published>2003-01-24T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-24T12:33:56.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Addictions It seems to me that everyone in the world is addicted to something.  My basic addictions are reminiscent of a Sheryl Crowe song -- Livin' on caffeine and nicotene...  You know the drill -- although lately, I have a fixation on British alternative rock!  I admit it -- I am addicted to old and new school British Alternative rock -- fed by many sources, including Johnny Walker (Dre),</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/87965301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/87965301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87965301' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-87911009</id><published>2003-01-23T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-23T13:37:20.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> A Call to Musical Expert, Dirty Martini (aka: Jen Raj) The more I listen to Virgin radio in London, the more I realize that the U.S. has a long time to catch up with Britains Indie music scene.  The more I listen, the more perplexed I am about so many awesome bands simply not making it to U.S. charts and into the radios of American homes.  Take The London Suede.  The group first made it to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/87911009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/87911009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87911009' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-87496592</id><published>2003-01-15T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-15T16:48:02.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> My Beef I have a beef to mention to my loyal readers in blogland.  My life is good in most ways here in Virginia -- the roads are nice, people too (most of the time), etc.  ..but there is one thing that drives me CRA-ZY about this state.  It seems that everyone wants to put a mark my car.  We are entirely too sticker-happy in this state!  Between my apartment wanting a new sticker on my car </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/87496592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/87496592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87496592' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-86896808</id><published>2003-01-03T18:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T18:23:49.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> In a play written by Shakespeare in the late 16th century, Juliet in Romeo and Juliet  ponders the question what's in a name  I find myself pondering the same question for vastly different reasons.  Juliet was pondering why her love for Romeo was unacceptable to her family, because their families were sworn enemies, I find myself wondering, why there are so many women in the world with my same</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/86896808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/86896808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86896808' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-86588694</id><published>2002-12-27T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-27T10:09:28.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> A Kelpie was seen tumbling down the mountain at Roundtop, PA this past Sunday Skiiers and snowboarders alike sat dumbfounded as they watched a Kelpie roll down the mountain on a snowboard.  The Kelpie, described as a prehistoric, mythical character rumored to drag sailors out to sea, luring them to their deaths, does in fact exist.  It appears that The Kelpie is alive and well and while not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/86588694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/86588694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86588694' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-86236875</id><published>2002-12-18T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-18T16:32:37.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Christmas Gifts for members and clients from the boss 'Tis the season for giving and I must say that there are some rather unique gifts going out to clients and the public.  I do not know what other organizations and such are giving, but ours has decided it's high time to start the season off right by giving our distinguished members a gift they will never forget.  My boss has decided to not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/86236875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/86236875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86236875' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-86197650</id><published>2002-12-17T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-17T21:35:05.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Interesting Fact Did you know that the "Alaskan" salmon actually comes from Japan?  It is "born" in Kuji and swims to Alaska, by the time of which it becomes adult and it shipped back to Japan and sold as Alaskan salmon.   - This information has been brought to you by JT, an old college friend living in Japan who needs to think of an alcoholic nickname.   Heather does Springer talk Hi -- </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/86197650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/86197650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86197650' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-84833390</id><published>2002-11-20T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-20T16:18:25.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> More Random Thoughts by Da Kelpie  What We Really Want -- Including Alcohol Remember those cheesey comercials on TV asnking what would you do for a Klondike bar?  Well, Bailey's Irish Cream Bar is taking this question to her patrons at the bar -- what would you do for a Klondike bar?  What is YOUR Klondike bar?  Is it good music that would make the Dirty Martini moon the band for more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/84833390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/84833390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84833390' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-84765178</id><published>2002-11-19T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-19T10:24:12.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Food for Thought Some of my favorite lines came from the movie  As Good as it Gets .  One such line Aptly describes most women in the workforce.  Jack Nicholson plays the part of a famous romance novelist suffering from Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.  One of his fans asks how he knows women so well, and Jack coyly says "I think of a man without sense, reason, and accountability."  I don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/84765178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/84765178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84765178' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-84532689</id><published>2002-11-14T12:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-14T12:02:59.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Life is Good Again Hello Again, the bar is back in service again, ready to take orders for another day at Bailey's Irish Cream Bar.  What will it be my friends?  I have some thoughts to share with you today.  Ladies and Gents, today we will be looking at the good, the bad, and the ugly.  First, let's talk about the good.   Trying New Things in Life I am looking into trying a new sport </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/84532689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/84532689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84532689' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-82245747</id><published>2002-09-28T16:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-28T16:38:08.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I wish I could say life was good, but.... Things are rather rough right now.  If you have ever seen the movie Angela's Ashes, I feel as though I am a pauper in the streets of Dublin, getting work where I can.  A drifter if you will, no one really knows me by my name, just as the nice lady who works here and there from time to time.  This is my life right now.  I am a drifter, a watcher in life</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/82245747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/82245747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82245747' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-80935718</id><published>2002-08-30T18:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-30T18:31:01.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I am feeling inspired to blog after a night of wild happenings on the streets of Washington, DC This Kelpie took to the streets last night with her good friend, Johnnie Walker for a two-hour trek to the 'hood.  We went to pick up our favorite whiskey's car from repo yesterday and let me tell you, the ghetto sled was in it's element!  Those of you who haven't been to lovely Addison Road have no</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/80935718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/80935718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80935718' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-80780385</id><published>2002-08-27T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-27T12:08:43.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello All in Blogland!  Today is a new, happy day!  I made it through the morning in one piece thanks to lunch plans with friends and coffee.  ...and a little kid note from a friend of mine across the Atlantic Ocean.  An old friend from London, England, Steve, e-mailed me yesterday and today.   The Story of Steve Steve and I have been pen friends for years.  We would write long letters </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/80780385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/80780385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80780385' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-80624922</id><published>2002-08-23T15:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-23T15:07:39.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Life's just a dirty Bee-yatch before Noontime, don't you agree?  ** New blog line -- there are a number of topics I wish to address on my blog, the first of which is an issue near and dear to my heart.  Random people who expect everyone to be nice to them is one issue that I wish to address.  ...Especially when said random people expect this in the morning.  Let me give you an example:  I am</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/80624922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/80624922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80624922' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-80577508</id><published>2002-08-22T14:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-22T14:06:54.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's time to update my blog with random thoughts for the day, but before I begin, I want to congratulate my boss, Congressman John Linder, who won his primary against Congressman Bob Barr in a landslide victory.On another note, a number of you have not told me your nicknames for my blog.  If you haven't told me by tomorrow, one will be given to you by me.  ...and if you don't want your nickname</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/80577508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/80577508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80577508' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-80476654</id><published>2002-08-20T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-20T10:55:37.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is a big 'un if you are from GeorgiaEspecially if you are Congressmen John Linder or Bob Barr.  Today is the primary that decides which of these two men will remain in office and which will be sent packing back to Georgia.  If interested, tune your TV and watch what promises to be an exciting race.  I open my blog up to predictions today, too.  Please, feel free to prognosticate on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/80476654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/80476654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80476654' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-80418696</id><published>2002-08-19T02:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-19T02:30:37.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lots to talk about this weekend -- fabulous times with Peach Schnapps, Cosmogrrrl, Johnny Walker, and other good stiff drinks!  (C'mon, you know who you are) on Friday and Saturday!  We also had a surprise guest visit from Richmond.  This will discussed soon on Bailey's Irish Cream Bar...    Icing on the cake for a good weekend -- Spurrier promises a comeback for the home team and GIVES IT TO </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/80418696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/80418696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80418696' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-80283741</id><published>2002-08-15T13:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-15T13:44:17.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                                                                                                Issues in the OfficeHow many of you like and relate to the movie office space?  I know I do, and I know another individual, Johnny Walker, who had a run-in with his computer yesterday.  Sometimes, when I am in my bad morning mood, the thought of hurling my computer over the side of my Congressional </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/80283741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/80283741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80283741' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-80230127</id><published>2002-08-14T09:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-14T09:42:13.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's a brand new day at the pub, and no, not thinking of grabbing a good cold beverage yet, but there are some things that were running through my head tonight (as they do each and every night of the week).  Chinatown:  an unchartered fun way to get away from the every day...This weekend, for example -- Peach Schnapps and I went to Chinatown.  It was an enjoyable excursion, even though it was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/80230127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/80230127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80230127' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699557.post-80144985</id><published>2002-08-12T13:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-12T13:57:20.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friends, drinkers, liberty seekers, fellow alcoholic beverage drinkers -- foreign and domestic.  Lend me your ears (or eyes in this case) as I invite you to view my new blog, Bailey's Irish Cream.  This is a place where you as my friends can come together, order your favorite food at my lover'ly little pub, and find that perfect drink that suits your fancy.  I am Bailey's Irish Cream, most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/80144985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699557/posts/default/80144985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileysirishcream.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80144985' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539277796589646386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
