<?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-5344785</id><updated>2011-08-02T14:46:01.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SARS</title><subtitle type='html'>Stuff Amy Really Said... more to the point rants raves and some times reviews.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00188885638185743536</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>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344785.post-109797867764426911</id><published>2004-10-16T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T19:04:37.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>test to see if comments work.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/feeds/109797867764426911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5344785&amp;postID=109797867764426911' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/109797867764426911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/109797867764426911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/2004/10/test-to-see-if-comments-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00188885638185743536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344785.post-109797761075850009</id><published>2004-10-16T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T18:46:50.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have NO bubble bath; the two bottles that were here were gross, and thrown out. I have NO bubble bath. I spent 3 hours, no really 3 hours, scrubbing all the ivory soap scum out of the tub with comet. I then re-caulked the tub/shower wall, which was nearly impossible, as I couldn’t get the shower wall to stop letting water run out of it. I have NO bubble bath. That tub has been scrubbed to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/feeds/109797761075850009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5344785&amp;postID=109797761075850009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/109797761075850009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/109797761075850009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-have-no-bubble-bath-two-bottles-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00188885638185743536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344785.post-109539338224329672</id><published>2004-09-16T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T20:56:22.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A guy came in to Tops today wearing a Motley Crue tee from a concert in 82.  When I asked him if he was alive in 82 he said, "yeah I was like 2"  umm humm 2 and listening to the Crue?  I remeber listening to it at 11 or so, I didn't like it, but at least I was old enough to know why. Sigh, I have to go pack for camping and tatting.SmilesAmy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/feeds/109539338224329672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5344785&amp;postID=109539338224329672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/109539338224329672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/109539338224329672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/2004/09/guy-came-in-to-tops-today-wearing.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00188885638185743536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344785.post-109482830676329726</id><published>2004-09-10T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T07:58:26.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My headphones are wet, to be more precise wet and MUSHY. Why? Cuz I wore them in the gym. On this horrid, nasty, sadistic machine call the ARC. Its like a precor…with lower impact and more ass hurting. It seems the lower the impact on my knees and hips, the more my god forsaken ass has to move. Up-down, side-side, up-down. 20 minutes in the "weight loss" program. Every muscle in my legs hurt. My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/feeds/109482830676329726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5344785&amp;postID=109482830676329726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/109482830676329726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/109482830676329726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-headphones-are-wet-to-be-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00188885638185743536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344785.post-108063631123861760</id><published>2004-03-30T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T00:48:41.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay for the last and final time you silly little boys, when you buy silly sex toys, we cashiers are SO not impressed.  *I have taken a bonus card from a woman that keeps her pepper spray on her key chain in a penis bondage thingie.  *I have been paid with money pulled from a woman's bra.  *I have seen strippers dancing around in a lewd manner with a large balloon in the shape of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/feeds/108063631123861760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5344785&amp;postID=108063631123861760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/108063631123861760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/108063631123861760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/2004/03/okay-for-last-and-final-time-you-silly.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00188885638185743536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344785.post-107601522425679939</id><published>2004-02-05T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T13:09:23.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brent, is really a sweet guy, he always saves me little boxes from the candy isle.  Then I can mail out large swaps with out fear of damage.Any girl who would not want to date him is silly.SmilesAmy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/feeds/107601522425679939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5344785&amp;postID=107601522425679939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/107601522425679939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/107601522425679939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/2004/02/brent-is-really-sweet-guy-he-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00188885638185743536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344785.post-107407391401587460</id><published>2004-01-14T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T01:53:44.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ohh Ohh Ohh, Janice was told the best JOKE ever...A guy came though buying a couple of cucumbers, but one was broken, so Janice asked if he would like an other one.  He replied, I kid you not, "no it's okay, I'm a man."  MUU HAA HAA....When Janice told me she was confused...she didn't see why being a man would influance a choice in cukes.  Since she was with an other customer  I said, "I'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/feeds/107407391401587460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5344785&amp;postID=107407391401587460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/107407391401587460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/107407391401587460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/2004/01/ohh-ohh-ohh-janice-was-told-best-joke.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00188885638185743536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344785.post-106813038353072305</id><published>2003-11-06T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T07:04:53.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do we as women not give men a definite answer?  Why do so many young men seem unable to take the word no for what it means?  Do they really think if they just ask" are you sure?" ONE more time we will change our minds?  Now, you all know me, and I admit I can be a bit wishy washy, but have any of you ever really talked me out of something that I was firm on?  NO.  So why is it that young collage </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/feeds/106813038353072305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5344785&amp;postID=106813038353072305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/106813038353072305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/106813038353072305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/2003/11/do-we-as-women-not-give-men-definite.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00188885638185743536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344785.post-106396461714327959</id><published>2003-09-19T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T02:45:51.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here comes the rain againFalling on my head like a memoryFalling on my head like a new emotion…Umm the basement is going to flood and there are heaps of stuff on the floor.  I should go down and fix this, but... ech... none of it is mine.   'Cept the pile of clothing that is too big for me to wear, and I was just going to give it to the salvation army anyway.Does this make me a bad person, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/feeds/106396461714327959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5344785&amp;postID=106396461714327959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/106396461714327959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/106396461714327959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/2003/09/here-comes-rain-again-falling-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00188885638185743536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344785.post-105738874742752704</id><published>2003-07-05T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T00:05:47.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grr and aRRR.Friday I am going to be doing a relay for life thing.  You walk around a track and people give you money so for cancer research.  What fun.  Luckily I am doing so with other gamer geeks so the people I will be relaying with won't be all like super jock-ie.  And its an over night thing, raise your hand if you can still be perky at 4 in the morning.  Umm yeah that looks like it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/feeds/105738874742752704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5344785&amp;postID=105738874742752704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/105738874742752704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/105738874742752704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/2003/07/grr-and-arrr.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00188885638185743536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344785.post-95779149</id><published>2003-06-17T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T21:29:34.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In my younger and greener days I was anti-grocery bags.  Now as a cashier, I put soda in bags out of habit.  Ah well the joys of modern plastic.  How ever, I thought I would pass along this valuable bit of advice.  If you bring in CANVAS bags for the cashier to put your groceries in you DESERVE to have your tomatoes squashed.  No really you DO!First the way you bag stuff is buy scanning them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/feeds/95779149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5344785&amp;postID=95779149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/95779149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/95779149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/2003/06/in-my-younger-and-greener-days-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00188885638185743536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344785.post-94783308</id><published>2003-05-23T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-23T05:59:26.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I work at a grocery store, and I see some really odd stuff,  today a girl came by with a box of condoms.  No big deal, her boyfriend tried to use the Uscan.  It was down, so blushing he also handed me a pack of condoms.  After ringing them out I said  the standard "have a nice day."  To which the girl replyed, "OHH we WILL." and giggled.  Her date was beet red and studdered out "shut UP".  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/feeds/94783308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5344785&amp;postID=94783308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/94783308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/94783308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/2003/05/so-i-work-at-grocery-store-and-i-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00188885638185743536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344785.post-94253130</id><published>2003-05-13T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T01:10:11.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Many of my friends think pistachio would also be a good flavor for green milk.  Mint-chocolate seems to be the over all winner though.  Ohh I really liked X2 by the way.   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/feeds/94253130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5344785&amp;postID=94253130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/94253130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/94253130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/2003/05/many-of-my-friends-think-pistachio.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00188885638185743536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344785.post-94048137</id><published>2003-05-09T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T05:46:40.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, anyway, The Hulk is starting to really piss me off.Okay, so aside from the little shiver of fear I got when told that the Hulk looked like Shrek, it has to have the dumbest tie in I have ever seen.  I mean really, if someone is going to buy green milk it ought to taste minty.  Not chocolately.  Possibly minty and chocolately. But, not just like chocolate milk on St. Patrick's Day. And the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/feeds/94048137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5344785&amp;postID=94048137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/94048137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/94048137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/2003/05/so-anyway-hulk-is-starting-to-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00188885638185743536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344785.post-93921786</id><published>2003-05-07T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T04:59:06.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Someone must have noticed the Kmart tape.  It was nowhere to be found.  Bummer I should have printed out a receip for my own amusement.  Life is after all lived just for my own amusement.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/feeds/93921786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5344785&amp;postID=93921786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/93921786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/93921786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/2003/05/someone-must-have-noticed-kmart-tape.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00188885638185743536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344785.post-93885630</id><published>2003-05-06T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T14:18:52.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So this is the way Tops works.When you replace your register tape you try to use “coupon tape”.  That would be the tape with jiffy lube coupons on the back.  I don’t think anyone ever uses it but we print it out for you.  I think companies must pay some sort of fee or something I mean the stuff prints out crappy and is prone to ripping.When we run out of coupon tape you replace with plain </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/feeds/93885630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5344785&amp;postID=93885630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/93885630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/93885630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/2003/05/so-this-is-way-tops-works.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00188885638185743536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344785.post-93695583</id><published>2003-05-03T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T00:38:18.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So here comes the first in what I will call the blinkie-blinkie award.  That would be where a customer says something so incredibly dumb, that all I can do is blink.  So here is this winner.  Handing me a DVD she asks if this "cuts the picture"  No it is letterboxed.  "letterboxed?"  After explaining what letterboxed was she hands back the DVD not wanting it cuz, blinkie-blinkie she doesn't want </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/feeds/93695583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5344785&amp;postID=93695583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/93695583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/93695583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/2003/05/so-here-comes-first-in-what-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00188885638185743536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344785.post-93590883</id><published>2003-05-01T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T05:35:00.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sweetness</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/feeds/93590883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5344785&amp;postID=93590883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/93590883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/93590883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/2003/05/sweetness.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00188885638185743536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344785.post-93590865</id><published>2003-05-01T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T05:34:24.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahh haa </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/feeds/93590865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5344785&amp;postID=93590865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/93590865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/93590865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/2003/05/ahh-haa.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00188885638185743536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344785.post-93590811</id><published>2003-05-01T05:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T05:32:55.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blah and yuck</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/feeds/93590811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5344785&amp;postID=93590811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/93590811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5344785/posts/default/93590811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingamyreallysaid.blogspot.com/2003/05/blah-and-yuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00188885638185743536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344785.post-93590793</id><published>2003-05-01T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T05:32:33.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>testy testy testy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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