<?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-4123679551596386309</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:01:43.634-07:00</updated><category term='Obama'/><category term='Vote'/><category term='Amy'/><title type='text'>Looooori's Blooooog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</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>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-5093293212361066438</id><published>2009-12-31T09:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T09:27:24.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SzzMWo23tqI/AAAAAAAAAkc/HQ0qkoI6Ge0/s1600-h/10_years[1].png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421432740743984802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SzzMWo23tqI/AAAAAAAAAkc/HQ0qkoI6Ge0/s400/10_years%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; In ten years I'm sure we've all done and had things happen to us that we'll never forget.  I've been thinking of some of the stand outs in this decade of mine and thought I'd share my list.  Here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lived in 5 states&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;25 roommates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Moved 11 times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3 jobs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Almost doubled my income since the start of decade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Owned 4 cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4 fender benders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4 cruises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Visited 4 countries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went to 21 states&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2 cross country road trips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10 surgeries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lost 30 lbs in 2 weeks.  Gained it all back in 5 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Found my style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Started wearing make up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Turned 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Countless concerts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went to prom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went up a bra size&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Performed in front of a few thousand people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5 funerals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2 banjos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Met all of my closest friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Met my sister soul mate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Watched friend's hearts break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Watched friends fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Held friends new borned babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Found out God loves me no matter what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Felt the highest of highs and the lowest of lows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Never went to jail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Laughed all along the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's to a new decade that will bring new adventures!  CHEERS to you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-5093293212361066438?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/5093293212361066438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=5093293212361066438&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/5093293212361066438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/5093293212361066438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-ten-years-im-sure-weve-all-done-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SzzMWo23tqI/AAAAAAAAAkc/HQ0qkoI6Ge0/s72-c/10_years%5B1%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-5673671806627991300</id><published>2009-12-26T02:25:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T02:29:47.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Hangover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SzXW2hD-baI/AAAAAAAAAkE/E_jmas0RfuE/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SzXW2hD-baI/AAAAAAAAAkE/E_jmas0RfuE/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419473958686584226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;Yup this is about how we all feel.  Tyler crashed early tonight and Sari and I just had to take this picture of him.  It about sums it all up today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;More Christmas blogging to come later.  As for now, it's bed time and I'm about ready to crash myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-5673671806627991300?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/5673671806627991300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=5673671806627991300&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/5673671806627991300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/5673671806627991300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-hangover.html' title='Christmas Hangover'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SzXW2hD-baI/AAAAAAAAAkE/E_jmas0RfuE/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-5504036536911042556</id><published>2009-12-20T23:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:53:48.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Back In Funeral</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Sy8XCaaMhtI/AAAAAAAAAj8/mBryYb6S9XI/s1600-h/4-hearse-cargo-bed-0508.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Sy8XCaaMhtI/AAAAAAAAAj8/mBryYb6S9XI/s320/4-hearse-cargo-bed-0508.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417574206966367954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No one puts the "fun" back in funeral than my mom, Clarene... AKA Lurlene.  This last Monday, my dear Aunt passed away.  She was ready, and honestly this was a blessing.  Even though losing a loved one is always difficult no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past Thursday evening we all gathered at a funeral home in Rigby, Idaho.  After viewing my Aunt's body and saying a few words to her immediate family, my mom and I sat down.  We were talking to my mom's brother's about our Aunt's husband and the way her treated her over the course of 60 yrs when all of the sudden the power went out in the town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, the power went out in a funeral home while we were talking about our deceased loved one.  It was pitch dark and I'm sure dead spirits were wondering around that place like they owned it.  I'll be honest and say it was a bit creepy to be in total darkness in a funeral home.  I leaned toward my mom and said "If her body is gone when the power comes back on, then we got ourselves a murder mystery dinner."  Yeah, we were trying to make "light" of the situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now here's the kicker.  After everyone was using their cell phones to see 2" in front of them, mom and I decided to leave.  But not before she says, "Let's go home.  This party is DEAD."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, Lurlene said the party was D-E-A-D, dead.  I almost couldn't believe she said it, but you know what, she is Clarene.  The woman who says anything to anyone, no matter where she is.  Even her own sister's funeral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moral of the story is this.  We put the "fun" back in funeral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-5504036536911042556?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/5504036536911042556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=5504036536911042556&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/5504036536911042556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/5504036536911042556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2009/12/fun-back-in-funeral.html' title='Fun Back In Funeral'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Sy8XCaaMhtI/AAAAAAAAAj8/mBryYb6S9XI/s72-c/4-hearse-cargo-bed-0508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-7431259306017061544</id><published>2009-11-02T15:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T15:40:19.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming is Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Su9fMK17zEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/jTsyKDDHHNc/s1600-h/dream-door-213x300[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399639140914154562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Su9fMK17zEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/jTsyKDDHHNc/s320/dream-door-213x300%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm back on the dream blog'n.  Check it out if you have nothing else to do.  &lt;a href="http://www.mydroolingmind.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.mydroolingmind.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-7431259306017061544?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/7431259306017061544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=7431259306017061544&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/7431259306017061544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/7431259306017061544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2009/11/dreaming-is-free.html' title='Dreaming is Free'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Su9fMK17zEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/jTsyKDDHHNc/s72-c/dream-door-213x300%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-1357032745471224100</id><published>2009-10-30T15:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T16:09:55.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I now know why you should never EVER let employees dress up for Halloween. It gives people a reason to act like r-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tards&lt;/span&gt; for the day. I know, I know, I'm guilty of it too. However, I did not dress up as Pee Wee Herman and go to every single person in the office offering them gum and prancing around the office like they're in day care. What's even worse is that this bastard won the costume contest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And another thing, why do parents need to bring their kids into the office. Personally, I don't care if you think your kid is the cutest Grim reaper or Superman in the world and feel the need to share that with your co-workers. Also, why should I feel obligated to give them candy. OK, I'm done venting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Even though Halloween at work can be annoying, it can also be fun to dress up, which is what I did. I didn't win anything, but I had fun anyway. Next year I'm dressing up as one of the Golden Girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;#1st place pumpkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SuteEZ-IcbI/AAAAAAAAAis/DAsX1fWsARk/s1600-h/Pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398512008117645746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SuteEZ-IcbI/AAAAAAAAAis/DAsX1fWsARk/s400/Pumpkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398511870932623698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 2px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Sutd8a6rIVI/AAAAAAAAAik/LXvRrUaO1jk/s400/Pumpkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Professional Ping Pong Player &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nickname: Striker! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Sutd8FiCljI/AAAAAAAAAic/ARPiom-8e6c/s1600-h/pong.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398511865192158770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Sutd8FiCljI/AAAAAAAAAic/ARPiom-8e6c/s400/pong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah let me borrow this shirt. It says "I'm kind of AWESOME at ping pong".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Sutd73_-IXI/AAAAAAAAAiU/k-tiA-dCkyA/s1600-h/ping.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398511861559599474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Sutd73_-IXI/AAAAAAAAAiU/k-tiA-dCkyA/s400/ping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janelle as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pippi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Longstockings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Sutd7tz0yBI/AAAAAAAAAiM/bbxPrQsGES0/s1600-h/Janelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398511858824300562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Sutd7tz0yBI/AAAAAAAAAiM/bbxPrQsGES0/s400/Janelle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan as an 80's business woman. Note the matching pumps. Thank you D.I.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Sutd7RS4FAI/AAAAAAAAAiE/P6Oya5c2zaE/s1600-h/Megan.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398511851169911810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Sutd7RS4FAI/AAAAAAAAAiE/P6Oya5c2zaE/s400/Megan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you Halloween 2009 for a great time. Now I have one more costume to add to my costume box. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-1357032745471224100?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/1357032745471224100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=1357032745471224100&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/1357032745471224100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/1357032745471224100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2009/10/boo-time.html' title='BOO TIME'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SuteEZ-IcbI/AAAAAAAAAis/DAsX1fWsARk/s72-c/Pumpkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-7657461899906561555</id><published>2009-10-29T22:15:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T22:49:07.772-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Marriage Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My parents just celebrated their 40th wedding anniversary on Oct 25th.  We planned a party for them and their 60 closest friends.  Chris and I came home to put this all together.  Carrie had to stay in MN, but she made some amazing invites and guest book.  We had all of our 8mm film transferred to DVD and were able to surprise them with it at the party.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must admit, when I picked up the film and watched it, I cried.  It was so cool to see my parents walk out of the Idaho Falls temple as eternal companions and ready to start their lives together. I also realized that they were 2 kids who fell in love and wanted to share their lives together.  For that, I am grateful for.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gaylon &amp;amp; Clarene exiting the temple.  (after Clarene tripped on the stairs and dad caught her)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SuprgCrKYmI/AAAAAAAAAh8/xOo-6T5eCGw/s1600-h/sc00020406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SuprgCrKYmI/AAAAAAAAAh8/xOo-6T5eCGw/s400/sc00020406.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398245301574853218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to make some cool centerpieces, so I attempted to make paper picture lanterns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Suprf06OK7I/AAAAAAAAAh0/X1G7LK-feG8/s1600-h/mail.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Suprf06OK7I/AAAAAAAAAh0/X1G7LK-feG8/s400/mail.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398245297879919538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me (Martha feak'n Steward) making lanterns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Suprfu_-rcI/AAAAAAAAAhs/ZGmbcMysVkk/s1600-h/mail-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Suprfu_-rcI/AAAAAAAAAhs/ZGmbcMysVkk/s400/mail-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398245296293457346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Coming together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SuprfhlynTI/AAAAAAAAAhk/fJ9pVkrsMRk/s1600-h/mail-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 123px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SuprfhlynTI/AAAAAAAAAhk/fJ9pVkrsMRk/s400/mail-2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398245292693953842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The final work of art.  (not so cool cause it was bright in the room, but you get the idea)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SuprfeVmrlI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Wv8PBUbgYss/s1600-h/IMG_3992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SuprfeVmrlI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Wv8PBUbgYss/s400/IMG_3992.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398245291820756562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We dry cleaned mom's wedding dress and displayed it.  Now, that was cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Supq-L2erdI/AAAAAAAAAhU/U0kp6Uma4eE/s1600-h/IMG_3990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Supq-L2erdI/AAAAAAAAAhU/U0kp6Uma4eE/s400/IMG_3990.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398244719922687442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Their colors were black white and pink.  (so hip for the time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Supq9moR6tI/AAAAAAAAAhM/niyQHFxyID0/s1600-h/IMG_3993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Supq9moR6tI/AAAAAAAAAhM/niyQHFxyID0/s400/IMG_3993.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398244709931018962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family roasting the rents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Supq9SKSNUI/AAAAAAAAAhE/KABNx4nZs9k/s1600-h/IMG_3998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Supq9SKSNUI/AAAAAAAAAhE/KABNx4nZs9k/s400/IMG_3998.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398244704436499778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;40 yrs later and still HOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Supq8x5e1gI/AAAAAAAAAg8/pmYrFxFWCQw/s1600-h/IMG_4002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Supq8x5e1gI/AAAAAAAAAg8/pmYrFxFWCQw/s400/IMG_4002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398244695776089602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The family...minus Carrie.  :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Supq8h4wn3I/AAAAAAAAAg0/isFZyBUnqtg/s1600-h/IMG_4005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Supq8h4wn3I/AAAAAAAAAg0/isFZyBUnqtg/s400/IMG_4005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398244691478093682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a fun thing to throw together.  I'm glad my bro suggested it.  Since we have NEVER acknowledged their anniversary, EVER!  It was nice to celebrate a big one for them.  Like my mom says "who knows if we'll have a 41st, might as well celebrate the 40th".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I'm so blessed to have the parents that I do.  I love them so much.  Looking through pictures, slides and movies during the past few months has been such a blessing for me.  It's given me a chance to reflect on the great childhood that I had.  I love my parents and am so glad they ahh.... did it so that they could bring 3 AMAZINGLY good looking kids into this world.  I love them so much and am grateful for them every day.  Congrats Gaylon and Clarene AKA Gaylord and Lurlene!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-7657461899906561555?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/7657461899906561555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=7657461899906561555&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/7657461899906561555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/7657461899906561555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-marriage-day.html' title='Happy Marriage Day!'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SuprgCrKYmI/AAAAAAAAAh8/xOo-6T5eCGw/s72-c/sc00020406.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-2191562231259432800</id><published>2009-10-05T20:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:19:04.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind.  WHOOPS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif; "&gt;I'm a bit behind in the blogging world.  I'm waiting for most of the cool pictures so I can post it.  BUT.... for my barfday weekend, Sarah, Rena and I went to Zion National Park.  We camped, hiked, played cards and had so much fun!  Here are some sneak peek pics.  And yes, I went hiking and actually liked it.  Just you wait for my Narrows pics.  Their famazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;Sari and I at the camp sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Ssqn8ECFzeI/AAAAAAAAAf8/HtU8paehJ4s/s320/mail-2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389304554418720226" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;Hiking blows!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Ssqn7vnVUxI/AAAAAAAAAf0/f5qxsexqh-8/s320/mail-4.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389304548937782034" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;But this is where we ended up at.  Emerald Pools.  Kinda worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SsqoEiZlT0I/AAAAAAAAAgE/sxwKTorrmMA/s400/mail-5.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389304700009271106" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;Stay tuned for more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-2191562231259432800?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/2191562231259432800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=2191562231259432800&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/2191562231259432800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/2191562231259432800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2009/10/behind-whoops.html' title='Behind.  WHOOPS!!'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Ssqn8ECFzeI/AAAAAAAAAf8/HtU8paehJ4s/s72-c/mail-2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-5872399776458552701</id><published>2009-09-09T13:28:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:38:07.759-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WTH Wednesday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SqgCcjPnaFI/AAAAAAAAAfk/zEJVURuxEVI/s1600-h/images[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379552444414388306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SqgCcjPnaFI/AAAAAAAAAfk/zEJVURuxEVI/s400/images%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi, my name is Nicole Richie. I just named my new baby boy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32761189/ns/entertainment-celebrities/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sparrow James Midnight Madden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That deserves a WTH and WTF!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-5872399776458552701?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/5872399776458552701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=5872399776458552701&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/5872399776458552701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/5872399776458552701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2009/09/wth-wednesday.html' title='WTH Wednesday...'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SqgCcjPnaFI/AAAAAAAAAfk/zEJVURuxEVI/s72-c/images%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-475938056365525273</id><published>2009-08-23T10:46:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T15:09:42.977-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Tyler!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This week was my roommate's 4th birthday.  His actual birthday was on Thursday, but on Saturday we had a party for him and gave him his presents.  I was so excited to give him mine.  When my brother was a little boy he had one and he loved it.  I knew Tyler would love this same thing too. I had a friend's sister make him a Batman/Superman cape.  It looked amazing and he loved it!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We also made him a dino cake.  This was Brandon's idea and Sarah and I were a bit skeptical with making this.  But we all 3 pitched in and helped each other.  Brandon baked it, cut out the pieces and made the eyes and toes.  Sarah and I assembled it, frosted it and put the spikes on it. It was a huge hit and it looked so good!  Thanks to Brandon's vision and his inspiration from watching way to many cake decorating shows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tyler &amp;amp; I on Friday night chill'n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SpF0Wg1tfuI/AAAAAAAAAe4/aRWQiAaJKCg/s1600-h/Photo+94.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SpF0Wg1tfuI/AAAAAAAAAe4/aRWQiAaJKCg/s320/Photo+94.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373203760550870754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tyler, Mia and Dino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SpF0WUPZfVI/AAAAAAAAAew/u9n_g2IYcQo/s1600-h/IMG_2705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SpF0WUPZfVI/AAAAAAAAAew/u9n_g2IYcQo/s320/IMG_2705.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373203757168950610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dino the Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SpF0V134bVI/AAAAAAAAAeo/BJA94y4W3JM/s1600-h/IMG_2707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SpF0V134bVI/AAAAAAAAAeo/BJA94y4W3JM/s320/IMG_2707.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373203749017251154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Batman running around in his cape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SpF0VbQhtgI/AAAAAAAAAeg/pBQb039pTrM/s1600-h/IMG_2721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SpF0VbQhtgI/AAAAAAAAAeg/pBQb039pTrM/s320/IMG_2721.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373203741872862722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The best cape ever!  (the other side is Superman)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SpF0U8VVPFI/AAAAAAAAAeY/RhcajV53ViA/s1600-h/IMG_2718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SpF0U8VVPFI/AAAAAAAAAeY/RhcajV53ViA/s320/IMG_2718.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373203733571517522" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's been fun living with a little guy and realizing that I do like the kids and maybe, just maybe I'll have my own someday.  If he/she is like Tyler, then I'll be happy!  If not, then it will be just like me and that will be a huge problem for our society!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-475938056365525273?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/475938056365525273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=475938056365525273&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/475938056365525273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/475938056365525273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-tyler.html' title='Happy Birthday Tyler!'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SpF0Wg1tfuI/AAAAAAAAAe4/aRWQiAaJKCg/s72-c/Photo+94.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-7258564618730188501</id><published>2009-08-13T23:46:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:56:16.864-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Looori's New Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm starting another blog.  If you're bored with this one, you'll love the new one.  It will never be boring.   It's called &lt;a href="http://mydroolingmind.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;My Drooling Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This blog might just give YOU nightmares!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-7258564618730188501?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/7258564618730188501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-6406446131558409421</id><published>2009-08-12T00:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T00:48:26.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How I feel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SoJlDxb3vHI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/PzKO4rjUwKk/s1600-h/42555162_baba766fec.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SoJlDxb3vHI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/PzKO4rjUwKk/s320/42555162_baba766fec.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368964821263301746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-6406446131558409421?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/6406446131558409421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=6406446131558409421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/6406446131558409421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/6406446131558409421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-i-feel.html' title='How I feel...'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SoJlDxb3vHI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/PzKO4rjUwKk/s72-c/42555162_baba766fec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-2075610066150121775</id><published>2009-07-23T23:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T13:32:50.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't have a kid but..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The kid I live with is pretty cool!  Tonight Tyler, my 3, almost 4yr old roommate told me that he was Darth Vader.  He then told his mom "Darth Vader doesn't go to bed OR brush his teeth."  After his mom (&lt;a href="http://thelingwalls.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) got him to brush his teeth, he came up to me and said "I'm not Darth Vader anymore, so I can hug you".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I heart that kid.  He makes me happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-2075610066150121775?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/2075610066150121775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=2075610066150121775&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/2075610066150121775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/2075610066150121775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-have-kid-but.html' title='I don&apos;t have a kid but..'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-7187058047441457757</id><published>2009-07-12T16:24:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T19:59:21.542-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Loronics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I have been looking through old pictures all day remembering all the cruises, themed parties, dancing, camping, birthdays and concerts.  I then came across a video I had completely forgot about.  It was taken during the year of surgeries I had a few years back.  It reminded me of a thing we called "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Loronics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Loronics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; was a language I made up at a time when I couldn't close my mouth due to swelling from surgeries.  Because my lips couldn't touch each other there were many letters I couldn't pronounce. Imagine if you couldn't pronounce your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;m's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;p's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;,and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;b's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.  Do you know how many words have those letters in them?  It's a lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Imagine not being able to say "please", "move", "table", "Dumbo", "Mississippi" and my most used word "bitch".  Let me tell you it was a difficult task.  So I made up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Loronics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.  I substituted letters in place of those I couldn't pronounce.  M's became &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;n's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.  B's became &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;d's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;h's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.  P's were the hardest.  I either ignored that the letter was in the word or substituted it with a n or a t, sometimes even a y.  For example, the word "move" became "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;nove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;".  The word 'Mississippi" became "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;nississitti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;" or "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;nissassnittni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;" and "bitch" became "hitch".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Here is an example of "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Loronics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;".  Please never take for granted the ability to talk normal.  Just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;say'n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Here is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;glimpes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Loronics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dc41704f5858fa02" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddc41704f5858fa02%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331650592%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80C458E151E5D9E31082474C3B5181AB1B4ACBF3.209AAEA6366DC0965A278D4DD767E6A847F6CE5C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddc41704f5858fa02%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoY_NAw0TcggpE9je2wuAqoBeGYU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddc41704f5858fa02%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331650592%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80C458E151E5D9E31082474C3B5181AB1B4ACBF3.209AAEA6366DC0965A278D4DD767E6A847F6CE5C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddc41704f5858fa02%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoY_NAw0TcggpE9je2wuAqoBeGYU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-7187058047441457757?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dc41704f5858fa02&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/7187058047441457757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=7187058047441457757&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/7187058047441457757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/7187058047441457757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2009/07/loronics.html' title='Loronics'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-4226038064568976613</id><published>2009-06-18T22:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:13:57.298-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Obituary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Spiderwave&lt;/span&gt; aka "Micro", age unknown, died June 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; just outside of his home.  He was the youngest of 30 and is survived by most of them.  "Micro" had a short but intense battle with cancer. (see previous post)  He will be remembered by many, but missed by none.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wish I could write more about "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Micro's&lt;/span&gt;" life, but to be honest, he scared the shit out of me and I am forever devastated by his escape from the microwave.  So behold....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dead Micro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SjsY95VKfjI/AAAAAAAAAd4/NALPn7FC5Jg/s320/mail.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348896434073271858" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So here is the story.  Yesterday our friend in the microwave was acting crazing.  We think he was getting desperate to get out and was in panic mode.  Well that was exactly what he was doing. Tonight I was getting water from the fridge.  As I turned around I saw a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;muther&lt;/span&gt; effing spider just an inch away from my face, hanging from the ceiling.  I ran downstairs, grabbed some shoes, told Sarah to get her ass in the kitchen and help me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was so freaked out that I couldn't kill him and I made Sarah do it.  We know it was him because he had a tan dot on his butt and the spider in the microwave had the same tan spot.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As his lifeless body dropped to the ground, we realized it was over.  Our roommate for a few weeks had passed.  In some sick way, I will miss him/her/it.  However I am glad he/she/it got out and experienced freedom for a few short hrs...until we killed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;beotch&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;R.I.P.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SPIDERWAVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-4226038064568976613?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/4226038064568976613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=4226038064568976613&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/4226038064568976613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/4226038064568976613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2009/06/obituary.html' title='Obituary'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SjsY95VKfjI/AAAAAAAAAd4/NALPn7FC5Jg/s72-c/mail.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-3000323517302069786</id><published>2009-06-06T15:21:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T15:41:36.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Roommate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess after I moved in with the Lingwalls, and they loved me so much, they decided to get another roommate.  His name is "Micro", he is African American, he likes to hide and then jump out and scare us.  Micro has cancer and it's been really hard on all of us, but we hope he has a painless death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;See the black dot on the microwave.... that's "Micro" the spider.  We would love to kill him, but he is in between the glass in the microwave and we can't get him out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SireTSeVT0I/AAAAAAAAAdo/LfbsRSofA6s/s320/mail-4.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344328330786459458" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Micro up close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SireTk29SJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/jQBA_pB0ID8/s1600-h/0606091518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SireTk29SJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/jQBA_pB0ID8/s320/0606091518.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344328335721580690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm afraid to cook anything in the microwave in fear that "Micro" will find a way out and onto my food!  I'm also scared that "Micro" is a girl and is waiting for her babies to hatch so then we'll have a whole family of "Micro's".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How odd is that!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-3000323517302069786?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/3000323517302069786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=3000323517302069786&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/3000323517302069786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/3000323517302069786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-new-roommate.html' title='Our New Roommate!'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SireTSeVT0I/AAAAAAAAAdo/LfbsRSofA6s/s72-c/mail-4.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-8530518381369496501</id><published>2009-06-01T21:11:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:27:53.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monsoon 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tonight Looori and Lola (see previous post) decided to go for a long bike ride.  Yes, we knew there was a 90% chance of rain and yes we knew we would probably run into some drops but we still ventured out. As we left, I told my roommates to come looking for us if we didn't return any time soon.  So off Lola and I went!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We decided to ride over to DayBreak, which is a cool development where there is a lake and a few of my friends live.  If I had to guess it's probably a 3-7 mile round trip ride.  I ended up next to the new temple in Utah.  (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://newsroom.lds.org/ldsnewsroom/eng/news-releases-stories/oquirrh-mountain-utah-temple-facts"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 30px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Oquirrh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Mtn Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;)  My friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lizzoandsteveo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Liz &amp;amp; Steve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; live on the street of the temple, so I decided to drop by and see them.  After spending a few minute there and stealing some water from them, I decided it was time to get going because some dark clouds were rolling in and I figured I'd be caught in it.  Well little did I know it was a freak'n MONSOON!!!!  I had just got out of their neighborhood and had about 2 more miles to go before I was home.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Seriously, this was a mess!  It started down pouring and was windy.  There I was, going against the wind, with the rain stabbing me in the face, arms and legs!  I just kept on going because I had nothing better to do.  Honestly, it was fun!  I was literally laughing as I was riding through the rain and the many rain puddles.  As I got closer to home, I saw Sarah's van driving around looking for me.  I met her back at home and had her take some pics of Lola and I.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A big thanks to Sarah and Brandon for their concern and coming to look for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Looori &amp;amp; Lola coming in from the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SiSd718mVxI/AAAAAAAAAdY/F7_huiSM7Hg/s320/IMG_2080.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342568709387343634" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SiSd7o6MgLI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/9Azeeq3zSc0/s320/IMG_2081.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342568705887600818" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You might not be able to tell, but yes I was soaked from head to toe!  Absolutely SOAKED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SiSen2bM2-I/AAAAAAAAAdg/nTNn7vX_bb8/s320/IMG_2076.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342569465429941218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After that trauma I had today, I think I'll do it all over again.....tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-8530518381369496501?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/8530518381369496501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=8530518381369496501&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/8530518381369496501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/8530518381369496501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2009/06/monsoon-2009.html' title='Monsoon 2009'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SiSd718mVxI/AAAAAAAAAdY/F7_huiSM7Hg/s72-c/IMG_2080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-6155607661952126006</id><published>2009-05-21T22:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:11:57.708-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruise'n</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lola my summer love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/ShYviGOvQsI/AAAAAAAAAc4/LE3P0LbAhdE/s320/Flyer-Deluxe-6-Ladies-07.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338506671128789698" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'd like to introduce you to Lola.  She is my sweet beach cruiser that my awesome dad got me a few years ago (THANKS GAYLORD)!  Lola (who actually used to be named something else, but I forgot what it was) is all ready for the summer.  She has her rubber filled with air, her rack is all shiny and she is ready to be my summer love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tonight &lt;a href="http://thelingwalls.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Dirk (Sarah's mtn bike), Lola and I went for a ride.  I think Sarah and Dirk were embarrassed to be seen with Lola and Looori but we don't really care.  But it might have been the fact that I was ringing my bell all the time and let me tell you that my bell sounds like THE most annoying door bell EVER!!!  I love it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If anyone would like to go on a double date with Lola and I, please give us a ring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-6155607661952126006?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/6155607661952126006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=6155607661952126006&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/6155607661952126006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/6155607661952126006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2009/05/cruisen.html' title='Cruise&apos;n'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/ShYviGOvQsI/AAAAAAAAAc4/LE3P0LbAhdE/s72-c/Flyer-Deluxe-6-Ladies-07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-3170362384520177482</id><published>2009-05-05T22:39:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:30:12.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SgEawPRS7AI/AAAAAAAAAcE/tJu5i9JSeK0/s1600-h/pavel-filonov-faces-on-an-icon-1940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SgEawPRS7AI/AAAAAAAAAcE/tJu5i9JSeK0/s320/pavel-filonov-faces-on-an-icon-1940.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332572849818496002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you haven't read about Connie Culp and her recent face transplant, you should. &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/HEALTH/05/04/face.transplant.patient/index.html"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2009/HEALTH/05/04/face.transplant.patient/index.html &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The story is amazing!  As I read it, it brought back memories from my own 'transplant'.  Not that I've been through what she has, but I do know how it feels to see a transformation.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This story touched me so much.  Just knowing that this woman is regaining something that's normal and accepted is something to celebrate.  It's amazing to know that doctors can help a woman, or anyone, feel normal again.  Connie has been through more than I could ever handle, but she is a strong, amazing woman and I'm glad she came forward with her story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Please take time to read about her story.  It's one that is amazing and one that I can personally relate to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-3170362384520177482?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/3170362384520177482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=3170362384520177482&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/3170362384520177482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/3170362384520177482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2009/05/faces.html' title='Faces'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SgEawPRS7AI/AAAAAAAAAcE/tJu5i9JSeK0/s72-c/pavel-filonov-faces-on-an-icon-1940.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-6760871553068920868</id><published>2009-04-29T17:57:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:17:15.344-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She is on the move again!  My fawesome sister is moving away from the SLC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Carrie, I'll miss you!  It's been fun having you here for the past 10 months.  I hope you find everything you need and want from your new adventure.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;GOOD LUCK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Carrie &amp;amp; I chill'n with the slip-n-slide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Sfjq0X19_4I/AAAAAAAAAb0/AdcDupEeQTA/s1600-h/2009_04_29_14_38_23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Sfjq0X19_4I/AAAAAAAAAb0/AdcDupEeQTA/s320/2009_04_29_14_38_23.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330268344467455874" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Halloween Hobos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SfjqvlWrgbI/AAAAAAAAAbs/9jxTIAwbaW0/s1600-h/2009_04_29_14_37_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SfjqvlWrgbI/AAAAAAAAAbs/9jxTIAwbaW0/s320/2009_04_29_14_37_10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330268262194971058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I won't lie, I think we are more adorable now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecarriechronicle.blogspot.com/2009/04/preview.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(click here) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And last but not least, all three Hanson kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SfkeB4QJk6I/AAAAAAAAAb8/SvDPjrvmdI8/s320/2009_04_29_14_39_59.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330324651598517154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Sfjq0X19_4I/AAAAAAAAAb0/AdcDupEeQTA/s1600-h/2009_04_29_14_38_23.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Sfjq0X19_4I/AAAAAAAAAb0/AdcDupEeQTA/s1600-h/2009_04_29_14_38_23.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-6760871553068920868?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/6760871553068920868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=6760871553068920868&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/6760871553068920868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/6760871553068920868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2009/04/she-is-on-move-again-my-fawesome-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Sfjq0X19_4I/AAAAAAAAAb0/AdcDupEeQTA/s72-c/2009_04_29_14_38_23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-6124724373346865349</id><published>2009-04-23T23:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:57:05.029-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick'n</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I should pick more often, banjo that is.  I have thought about selling my banjo for several months now.  The reason, I don't play him, he collects dust, and I could use the money.  I have stopped picking and I feel like I have betrayed a dear friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SfFRnGt9BXI/AAAAAAAAAbM/luxe4Fh_vC0/s1600-h/lori3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SfFRnGt9BXI/AAAAAAAAAbM/luxe4Fh_vC0/s320/lori3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328129566416110962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is a picture of me holding Vern, my banjo.  Vern got his name after a man I taught on the mission.  He lived in Claremore, Oklahoma and was a musician himself.  I loved that man very dearly.  Therefore, it was only fitting that I give my banjo his name. (R.I.P Vernon March)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After having a photo shoot with &lt;a href="http://kristymayesphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Koug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and seeing Vern smile in the pictures, I realized I can't sell him.  In fact, I need to play him more.  So I thank Koug for taking these pictures and making me realize who the love of my life is.  His name is Vern and he is mine.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-6124724373346865349?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/6124724373346865349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=6124724373346865349&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/6124724373346865349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/6124724373346865349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2009/04/pickn.html' title='Pick&apos;n'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SfFRnGt9BXI/AAAAAAAAAbM/luxe4Fh_vC0/s72-c/lori3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-4117440176448440678</id><published>2009-04-10T00:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T01:14:13.214-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert Part 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now THAT was a good concert!  No fights for me.  Just some good dancing, singing and enjoying my new favorite band, the Ting Tings!  They rocked!!  You know you are watching art when it's just a girl and a guy on stage doing their thing!  It was pure art!  If you haven't discovered the Ting Tings, I suggest you do it now!  Katie White is a true artist and Jules (drummer) is a cool guy too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Sd7txKbw97I/AAAAAAAAAbE/J79BoPFF3Hc/s1600-h/mail-3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Sd7txKbw97I/AAAAAAAAAbE/J79BoPFF3Hc/s320/mail-3.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322953238468687794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Sd7txEUK9vI/AAAAAAAAAa8/D-Q9s6KosVM/s1600-h/mail-7.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Sd7txEUK9vI/AAAAAAAAAa8/D-Q9s6KosVM/s320/mail-7.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322953236826224370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Sd7twm-nrOI/AAAAAAAAAa0/X2__Neutsl0/s1600-h/mail-5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Sd7twm-nrOI/AAAAAAAAAa0/X2__Neutsl0/s320/mail-5.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322953228951203042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;On to the next one...Travis and then Franz Ferdinand!!!!!  Who says I'm too old to be a groupie! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-4117440176448440678?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/4117440176448440678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=4117440176448440678&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/4117440176448440678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/4117440176448440678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2009/04/concert-part-2.html' title='Concert Part 2!'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Sd7txKbw97I/AAAAAAAAAbE/J79BoPFF3Hc/s72-c/mail-3.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-9106192004639104193</id><published>2009-04-09T00:04:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:32:52.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Sd2RVWpNUfI/AAAAAAAAAas/kxbKCwTeb1M/s1600-h/mail.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Sd2RVWpNUfI/AAAAAAAAAas/kxbKCwTeb1M/s320/mail.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322570130663494130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't mean to be a douche, but even though I'm not a huge fan of Lily Allen.  If I get front row and some punk ass 20 year old who 'claims' to be her #1 fan tries to plow me over to see her closer, I am NOT going to take it!!  It's the principle people!!!  I stood in line longer than you.  I'm older than you, I'm prettier than you AND I'm smarter than you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://semaames.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Amy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://ilovestilletos.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Michell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e, I have learned the key to keeping your place.  You lock arms with those you are with and you spread your legs as far as they will go.  I also added something I learned from basketball, &lt;a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_8848_box-basketball.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;BOX OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!!  Well guess what, I WON!!  That tough drunk dyke didn't get past me!!  She may have grabbed my ass and said nice things to me, but I still stood strong and WON!!!  All I have to say is Lily who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks to Sari, I did not get in a fight.  Even though my foul language was warranted for a punch in the nose, she held me back and made sure I made it home safe and sound.  Now on to Thursday night... The Ting Tings!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My roommate and BFF, who watches my back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Sd2QE0X9euI/AAAAAAAAAak/JU1lPo86OY8/s320/mail-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322568747074812642" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-9106192004639104193?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/9106192004639104193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=9106192004639104193&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/9106192004639104193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/9106192004639104193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-mean-to-be-douche-but-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/Sd2RVWpNUfI/AAAAAAAAAas/kxbKCwTeb1M/s72-c/mail.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-5101641815179032576</id><published>2009-04-05T22:14:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:06:36.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not dead inside!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who ever said I don't have maternal instinct is totally mistaken.  I've recently found out that I CAN cook and I DO love kids.  I made dinner for a few of my friends tonight and I realized I can cook.  I made baked pineapple chicken with brown rice and sauteed garlic asparagus.  I now know what &lt;a href="http://busycooks.about.com/library/glossary/bldefblanch.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;blanching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is, and I also know that you can purchase caramelized ginger.  (word of advice, you don't need a lot of  ginger to go a long way!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The final product&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SdmI3zPc7uI/AAAAAAAAAaM/WgnACueLzkI/s320/IMG_1944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321434926944153314" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rumor has it, it was good eat'n!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last week, I asked my 3 year old roommate if he would like to watch a movie with me.  So there we were, watching Kung Fu Panda on my couch and eating popcorn that &lt;a href="http://thelingwalls.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; made.  Tyler is one of the coolest kids I've ever met.  He is funny and repeats everything I say!  His mom doesn't think that's so cool but who cares!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SdmKKufmu6I/AAAAAAAAAaU/6NV4EY6ds3o/s320/IMG_1938.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321436351598869410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Funny story about Tyler tonight after dinner.  The girls and I were in the dining room chatting and Tyler came in butt naked!  He shook his little bum and then said 'I gotta pee'.  He grabbed his little boy potty, dragged it out into the dining room and squatted right then and there!  We all were laughing so hard that it made us cry.  Damn I love that kid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-5101641815179032576?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/5101641815179032576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=5101641815179032576&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/5101641815179032576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/5101641815179032576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-not-dead-inside.html' title='I&apos;m not dead inside!'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SdmI3zPc7uI/AAAAAAAAAaM/WgnACueLzkI/s72-c/IMG_1944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-6921772730501048803</id><published>2009-03-25T23:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T23:14:48.027-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WTH Wednesday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This past weekend I was in Id-a-ho for my momma's surprise 60th birthday party.  While we were out distracting mom before the party, we ran into a few typical and not so typical Id-a-ho people.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Crimped Mullet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/ScsMp3nOctI/AAAAAAAAAaE/nPYWrzMvodM/s1600-h/mail.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/ScsMp3nOctI/AAAAAAAAAaE/nPYWrzMvodM/s400/mail.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317357698483647186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yup, that's a boa snake around his neck.  He was petting it the whole time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/ScsMpjWlAXI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/zia4DjOVaXE/s1600-h/mail-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/ScsMpjWlAXI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/zia4DjOVaXE/s400/mail-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317357693045113202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And to think I moved away from Id-a-HO 13 years ago!  That could have been my mother AND father-in-law!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-6921772730501048803?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/6921772730501048803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=6921772730501048803&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/6921772730501048803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/6921772730501048803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2009/03/wth-wednesday.html' title='WTH Wednesday...'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/ScsMp3nOctI/AAAAAAAAAaE/nPYWrzMvodM/s72-c/mail.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-8021573958666765968</id><published>2009-03-18T22:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:42:42.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I Have a Problem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As a child I never played dress up.  (that I can remember)  I played in the dirt, ran away from the cows, picked the potatoes during 'spud harvest'  and burned road kill.  So it's no wonder that I'm now reaching into my inner childhood and am playing dress up.  (Not THAT kind of dress up)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My Madonna Gig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/ScHFNNdpk9I/AAAAAAAAAZU/bRWfOx8e8uo/s1600-h/232323232%7Ffp9%3Enu%3D3237%3E496%3E5%3C8%3EWSNRCG%3D3232646657588nu0mrj.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/ScHFNNdpk9I/AAAAAAAAAZU/bRWfOx8e8uo/s320/232323232%7Ffp9%3Enu%3D3237%3E496%3E5%3C8%3EWSNRCG%3D3232646657588nu0mrj.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314745866016887762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Prom Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/ScHFM7DJKRI/AAAAAAAAAZM/-p5bLcC-tRA/s1600-h/P1030756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/ScHFM7DJKRI/AAAAAAAAAZM/-p5bLcC-tRA/s320/P1030756.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314745861073873170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Carla Robinawitz (my 65 yr old gambler alter ego)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/ScHFMwCOWwI/AAAAAAAAAZE/R6EA1q_X49Q/s1600-h/amy+pics+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/ScHFMwCOWwI/AAAAAAAAAZE/R6EA1q_X49Q/s320/amy+pics+094.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314745858117229314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Roller Beotch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/ScHIDx4cmEI/AAAAAAAAAZk/vCEUvOHN6Ps/s320/653934986_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314749002529151042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Latino gang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/ScHFMeX62PI/AAAAAAAAAY0/o3uCFTT6cWE/s1600-h/DSC03412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/ScHFMeX62PI/AAAAAAAAAY0/o3uCFTT6cWE/s320/DSC03412.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314745853376387314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Is this normal?  I guess this is better than actually being a roller derby chick, or in a Latino gang right?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-8021573958666765968?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/8021573958666765968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=8021573958666765968&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/8021573958666765968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/8021573958666765968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-i-have-problem.html' title='I Think I Have a Problem!'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/ScHFNNdpk9I/AAAAAAAAAZU/bRWfOx8e8uo/s72-c/232323232%7Ffp9%3Enu%3D3237%3E496%3E5%3C8%3EWSNRCG%3D3232646657588nu0mrj.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-8078433538357608699</id><published>2009-02-20T23:58:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T00:27:52.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>U Can Do It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SZ-mOJ2DpnI/AAAAAAAAAYc/rgxrdRHkQAo/s1600-h/mail-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SZ-mOJ2DpnI/AAAAAAAAAYc/rgxrdRHkQAo/s320/mail-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305141648156763762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've moved!  After living in the same location for 3.5 years, my yellow personality came out and needed something different.  This something different is very different than what I'm used to but totally worth it.  I'm living with my best friend, her kick ass husband and their adorable 3 year old! Granted, I have my own basement and space, but this is definitely a change!  I'm excited about it and know I'll have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll miss my Amy though.  Her and I have lived together for almost 4 years and we've had so many fun times.  We've also had our bad times too, but nothing we couldn't get past.  I'll miss sticking condoms and cigarettes in her scriptures, karaoking at 9am on Sunday mornings, our cleaning frenzies and hosting many parties.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love how change brings new adventures and reminds us of the past adventures we've had! Cheers to the next 4 years!!!  Just kidding Sarah, it will only be 3 years! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-8078433538357608699?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/8078433538357608699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=8078433538357608699&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/8078433538357608699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/8078433538357608699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2009/02/u-can-do-it.html' title='U Can Do It!'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SZ-mOJ2DpnI/AAAAAAAAAYc/rgxrdRHkQAo/s72-c/mail-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-6360675066724209084</id><published>2009-02-14T17:24:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:46:31.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Valentines!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why have just one Valentine when you can have all these!  I may not have me a man, but I do have the best girlfriends.... and John a girl could ever ask for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SZdlWbbeGsI/AAAAAAAAAYE/rZMtu3d0LXY/s400/80%27s+Prom+087+.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302818522246552258" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For those Valentines not pictured, I love you too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-6360675066724209084?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/6360675066724209084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=6360675066724209084&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/6360675066724209084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/6360675066724209084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-valentines.html' title='My Valentines!'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SZdlWbbeGsI/AAAAAAAAAYE/rZMtu3d0LXY/s72-c/80%27s+Prom+087+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-61073914352111723</id><published>2009-02-05T23:10:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:49:39.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SYvdJgg8wLI/AAAAAAAAAW8/0SLddjVKBfE/s1600-h/microwave-cd-04-thumb-520x346-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SYvdJgg8wLI/AAAAAAAAAW8/0SLddjVKBfE/s320/microwave-cd-04-thumb-520x346-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299572541948215474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm simplifying my life by cleaning, organizing, and throwing unnecessary items away.  I have a question though.  Like many of you, I have hundreds of compact discs.  I don't use them anymore because I have downloaded all of them on my Ipod.  My question is this, do I keep the cds or do I throw them away?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know that my puter could one day crash and I'd lose the music, but I have most of it on my Ipod. The cd's are just in my life to take up space and collect dust.  Are we going to look at them in 10-20 years and have our my children ask what they are?  I know many of our parents kept their 8-track tapes and now have no use for them, so do we do the same?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-61073914352111723?l=looooori.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SYvdJgg8wLI/AAAAAAAAAW8/0SLddjVKBfE/s72-c/microwave-cd-04-thumb-520x346-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-5526150716344887061</id><published>2009-02-04T00:36:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:42:10.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WTH Wednesday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This week's WTH says it all in the title of the article.  "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/HEALTH/02/03/kidney.vagina.surgery/index.html?eref=rss_topstories"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Surgeons remove healthy kidney through donor's vagin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;".  This was an article I read on the CNN website. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's one thing to donate your organs, but it's another to get your vagina involved in it.  Just say'n!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-5526150716344887061?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/5526150716344887061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=5526150716344887061&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/5526150716344887061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/5526150716344887061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2009/02/wth-wednesday.html' title='WTH Wednesday...'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-4827835508669678711</id><published>2009-01-28T15:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:59:55.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WTH Wednesday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I will continue to steal this theme from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lizzoandsteveo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Liz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.  Today's WTH is 1000 line item spreadsheets and data entry.  I've been working on the same project since last Friday.  All day....every day!  WTH?!?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-4827835508669678711?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/4827835508669678711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=4827835508669678711&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/4827835508669678711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/4827835508669678711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2009/01/wth-wednesday_28.html' title='WTH Wednesday...'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</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-4123679551596386309.post-5201384248973589011</id><published>2009-01-25T15:38:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:59:59.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Psychic Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SXzqgl0LUnI/AAAAAAAAAWM/jwU-8jfgK7k/s1600-h/0125091432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SXzqgl0LUnI/AAAAAAAAAWM/jwU-8jfgK7k/s320/0125091432.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295365107508531826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I found something today that I just couldn't resist sharing with anyone who reads this.  This is my kindergarten class picture.  I was 6 years old and apparently knew how to predict my future.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I found a newspaper clipping from February 8, 1984. This was taken from the Jefferson Star, a small news paper in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rigby&lt;/span&gt;, Idaho where I grew up.  The title of the article was 'Kindergarten children reveal plans to make their future spouses happy'.  They pulled a few of us Kindergarten kids from class and the reporter asked us a few questions about our take on marriage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The reporter started out by ask each of us what age we thought we should get married.  Several of the kid said their late teens to early twenties.  I on the other hand had to go against the norm and say something totally different.  "Lori Hanson says she'll wait till age 51 because it would be older.  She plans to start her family at 52.  Doug (another kid) said he would marry Lori if she would ever catch up to him.  Regardless of when they plan to get married they all want to make their spouses happy.  Lori says she'll cook turkey dinner and clean the house for her husband."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm so excited to know that I have 21 more years of the single life and I can stop worrying about the marriage thing for now!  My only concern is, who wants to marry a 51 year old who still wants kids and will cook a turkey dinner for him?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;All I have to say now is, who needs a psychic reading when they can just listen to their inner 6 year old self!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SXzqMTUugWI/AAAAAAAAAWE/2wCGo1z_jkw/s1600-h/0125091432.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-5201384248973589011?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/5201384248973589011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=5201384248973589011&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/5201384248973589011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/5201384248973589011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2009/01/free-psychic-reading.html' title='Free Psychic Reading'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SXzqgl0LUnI/AAAAAAAAAWM/jwU-8jfgK7k/s72-c/0125091432.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-3967152031152994939</id><published>2009-01-21T21:30:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:36:57.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WTH Wednesday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SXgFbYauYeI/AAAAAAAAAV8/2x6qG7UqCdg/s1600-h/beth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SXgFbYauYeI/AAAAAAAAAV8/2x6qG7UqCdg/s320/beth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293987329943167458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I stole this title from &lt;a href="http://lizzoandsteveo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Liz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  It's called 'What the Hell Wednesday'.  This week's WTH moment is brought to you by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paper_cut"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;paper cuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  Those SOB's hurt!  I just don't understand why a piece of paper has the power to cripple ones fingers for days! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I currently have a few of them and am not happy about it.  WTH!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-3967152031152994939?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/3967152031152994939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=3967152031152994939&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/3967152031152994939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/3967152031152994939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2009/01/wth-wednesday.html' title='WTH Wednesday!'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SXgFbYauYeI/AAAAAAAAAV8/2x6qG7UqCdg/s72-c/beth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-8424539842211303227</id><published>2009-01-18T23:33:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T08:18:43.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Son of a Bit@h!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SXQe8mJC3AI/AAAAAAAAAVk/MEB-3rM6O_Q/s1600-h/Chip-pan-fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SXQe8mJC3AI/AAAAAAAAAVk/MEB-3rM6O_Q/s320/Chip-pan-fire.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292889488446643202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The title is a quote from me today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All those who know me, know I love fire.  With the exception of seeing fire that looks like this.  Let's just say I almost burnt the house down today.  You know if I was scared of a flame, then it was a big deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who knew a little tea light candle and a splash of water was the right mixture for a big flame.  This picture is a little over the top, but the flame did go straight up like this and I swear it touched the ceiling. I think my roommates should take away the matches and candles I have in my room.  Children should NOT be able to play with fire!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm glad the smoke detector worked, but my bladder control did not! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-8424539842211303227?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/8424539842211303227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=8424539842211303227&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/8424539842211303227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/8424539842211303227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2009/01/son-of-bith.html' title='Son of a Bit@h!!'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SXQe8mJC3AI/AAAAAAAAAVk/MEB-3rM6O_Q/s72-c/Chip-pan-fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-8293229497137609803</id><published>2009-01-12T23:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:31:18.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SWwxG-PuCxI/AAAAAAAAAU0/8yM5d8HLfJk/s400/come-on-guys-look.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290657658111396626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Blogging is to much pressure sometimes.  If I'm not busy getting hit by a car, jumping out of an airplane or changing my hair color then I'm spending my time looking at funny shiz online.  This '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;artist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;' is funny so I'm sharing it with you.  Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SWwyNXPucGI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Wt4GTL0nd8I/s320/stop-looking.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290658867413151842" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SWwyNAfnB8I/AAAAAAAAAVM/qf4DzolyqNA/s320/ugh-a-lot-of-good-fiscal-responsibility-did-me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290658861305759682" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SWwyM2iaBPI/AAAAAAAAAU8/tFkWb9akJaQ/s320/a-gallon-of-diet-coke-straight-to-the-dome.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290658858633135346" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SWwyNKD2E0I/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sp3jDkWTOEI/s320/peas-in-the-shirt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290658863873659714" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SWwyNcKgvaI/AAAAAAAAAVc/CVr3lz7QgX8/s320/but-dont-look-em-in-the-eye.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290658868733459874" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-8293229497137609803?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/8293229497137609803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=8293229497137609803&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/8293229497137609803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/8293229497137609803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-it.html' title='Blog it!'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SWwxG-PuCxI/AAAAAAAAAU0/8yM5d8HLfJk/s72-c/come-on-guys-look.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-6553953611196750762</id><published>2008-12-24T02:00:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T02:33:22.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Smashing Christmas Already!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SVIA8iWdmcI/AAAAAAAAAUc/3BHnFTzBjYw/s1600-h/80014114_2f8ee8fdd5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SVIA8iWdmcI/AAAAAAAAAUc/3BHnFTzBjYw/s320/80014114_2f8ee8fdd5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283286352872184258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;No better way to start Christmas break than to get in a car wreck!  My poor car (less than 1 year old) has been in 2 wrecks, both of which were NOT my fault.  The one that happened tonight was pretty good!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SVH8MSDk03I/AAAAAAAAAT8/hB26Hp9vV6c/s320/FlattenedCarG_850x649.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283281125817766770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;I went over to Michelle's to help her and Lingwall wrap gifts for their friends and family.  We wanted to get some food, so I offered to drive.  On our way home, we were driving in Michelle's neighborhood when we notice a 1995 Honda AKA Tank on the side of the road.  I thought it was parked but OH NO... that Beotch was flipping an illegal U turn and didn't see me!  I didn't have time to stopped and for a split second I thought I would plow right into her.  However, for some reason I decided to try and avoid it.  It didn't really help because as I turned the 'Tank' kept moving and smashed into the passenger side of my car.  I couldn't stop and ended up plowing into....ok sliding into a shrub.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SVH-OAMUJoI/AAAAAAAAAUE/PwAX-lMx-ss/s320/2008_09110011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283283354405578370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This wasn't the shrub, but I would feel so bad if I ran over a family of deer shrubs like this one! Anyway, our friendly Murray City cop showed up to scope out the damage.  Unfortunately he was married so he wasn't scoping me out even though we offered him pizza, beer and Michelle's phone number.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SVH_CmLRWfI/AAAAAAAAAUM/skNubeWLd0Y/s320/smashed_car_in_Shi_Kang.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283284257954945522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm just thankful that my car still runs, no one was hurt except Michelle's shoulder which I'll be rubbing it for the next month to make up for using her as a air bag, and I'm thankful for insurance. Let's just hope her insurance is good to work with or else I'll sick Michelle on them!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SVIAy8GyTJI/AAAAAAAAAUU/rki43tVF5Rc/s320/531615573_4907e5ff7f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283286187987061906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;On a happier note, I wish you all a very merry Jesusmas and He wants all of you to drive safe and enjoy the holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-6553953611196750762?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/6553953611196750762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=6553953611196750762&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/6553953611196750762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/6553953611196750762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2008/12/smashing-christmas-already.html' title='A Smashing Christmas Already!'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SVIA8iWdmcI/AAAAAAAAAUc/3BHnFTzBjYw/s72-c/80014114_2f8ee8fdd5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-4587753937267271691</id><published>2008-12-16T22:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:35:35.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Had a Kid...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SUiNvlgc-HI/AAAAAAAAATs/l2kj9SyPTTg/s1600-h/1214080906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SUiNvlgc-HI/AAAAAAAAATs/l2kj9SyPTTg/s320/1214080906.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280626411753502834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He would be like this kid! This is Tyler and boy do I think he is the cutest thing ever! His &lt;a href="http://thelingwalls.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; told me today that he said something very funny.  She was putting him in the car and she said to him 'Ty, you are funny'.  He replied by saying 'No, You're funny, and so is Lori'!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was so shocked that he even remembered me!  I've spend some time with him in the recent weeks and as a 3 year old, I didn't think he would remember much.  Plus, his mom has the worst short term memory ever and I just thought he would be like her.  So I almost teared up when she told me what he said today.  So cute!  I want to keep him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's him in the picture wearing my snow cap that everyone hates.  Apparently he wasn't to happy I made him wear it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-4587753937267271691?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/4587753937267271691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=4587753937267271691&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/4587753937267271691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/4587753937267271691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-i-had-kid.html' title='If I Had a Kid...'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SUiNvlgc-HI/AAAAAAAAATs/l2kj9SyPTTg/s72-c/1214080906.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-5507049203579838484</id><published>2008-12-14T23:33:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:02:23.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Ear Is Better Than No Ear!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SUX6cvRn6EI/AAAAAAAAATk/9DaFkIHYoRM/s1600-h/Art-Ehmann-CastEar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SUX6cvRn6EI/AAAAAAAAATk/9DaFkIHYoRM/s320/Art-Ehmann-CastEar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279901509795440706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's days like this when I wish I had 2 working ears.  I seem to have developed a nice painful ear ache today.  Being deaf in one ear is sometimes a great thing, but today is not that day. When the 'good ear' is not working, there is nothing I can do about it.  Every noise sounds like I'm standing in a tunnel and can't hear much.  On top of that, I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.medicinenet.com/tinnitus/article.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Tinnitus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, so I have a constant ringing in my ear.  This developed at the beginning of this year and I have slowly become used to it, but sometimes it keeps me awake at night.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Since I'm complaining, I have another really annoying problem.  When I listen to music on my headphones, I sometimes don't hear all the music.  This is because some songs/artist split the music into both headphones.  For example, if I have the left earphone in, I hear the words and the drums.  Or I may hear the bass and the background singers.  This can be extremely frustrating, but can also help me to appreciate the bass players and background musicians.  Perfect example is the song &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-wI6uAOHzvo"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;California &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dreami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;' by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mamas&lt;/span&gt; and the Papas.  If I put on the headphones, I hear the following:  'sky is gray......... walk on a winters day.........I'd be safe at home......L.A......... California &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dream'n&lt;/span&gt;......winters day'.  It took me the longest time to make any sense of that, until I realized that there was more to the song than what I was hearing!!  Who knew!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so there is some good things with being deaf in one ear.  The best is when I'm trying to sleep and there is noise around me.  All I have to do is roll over and lay on my good ear.  Another benefit is that I have developed 'selective hearing' and can block out what people are saying if I'd rather not listen to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So should I really be complaining about this ear ache? Maybe I'll go listen to some soothing 'sky is gray....winter's day' music!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-5507049203579838484?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/5507049203579838484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=5507049203579838484&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/5507049203579838484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/5507049203579838484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-ear-is-better-than-no-ear.html' title='One Ear Is Better Than No Ear!'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SUX6cvRn6EI/AAAAAAAAATk/9DaFkIHYoRM/s72-c/Art-Ehmann-CastEar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-5082094065473576468</id><published>2008-12-08T23:11:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:56:44.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Effing A Cotton, Effin A!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G45s4GJslGI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G45s4GJslGI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I admit it, I have a fear of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cotton"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;cotton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!  I know it's odd, but it's my fear.  I remember when I watched this episode.  It was like watching someone barf all over the floor.  It made me sick and I had to close my eyes.  I don't know what started this fear but I think it has to do something with all the surgeries I've had and the cotton I would have in my mouth.  That gave me the chills just writing this down. GROSS!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My friends have not been the most supportive of this fear.  In fact, my kind loving roommate shunned me just this evening.  I needed to paint my toe nails and I ran out of the cloths that I use to remove the nail polish.  I asked &lt;a href="http://semaames.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Amy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; if she would use some cotton and remove the polish from my toes.  You would think Amy of all people would be so kind and help a sister out, but NOOOOO she would have nothing to do with it.  Another time also included Amy.  I came home one night to find an ass load of cotton balls in my bed!  It was like seeing snakes crawl all over the place. WTF Amy, WTF!!!  Oh, and how about just last Friday when I was helping Michelle decorate her Christmas tree.  She came at me with a bag of cotton balls and I about shit myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;People, I'm serious about this phobia.  It 's real and I'm not the only one who has it.  Please do me a favor and have some sympathy for me, OK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-5082094065473576468?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/5082094065473576468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=5082094065473576468&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/5082094065473576468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/5082094065473576468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2008/12/effing-cotton-effin.html' title='Effing A Cotton, Effin A!'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-3928196583340251117</id><published>2008-12-02T17:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:04:28.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in Love.....with Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/STXUf71mf7I/AAAAAAAAAS8/UsFfwEVFJe0/s1600-h/QLS002s-MusicalNotes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/STXUf71mf7I/AAAAAAAAAS8/UsFfwEVFJe0/s320/QLS002s-MusicalNotes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275356183637950386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Christmas came early this year, and it came several times.  Some of my favorite bands released new albums and there are a few more to come!  I also discovered new musicians from one of the most FAMAZING movie soundtracks ever!  Here is my list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Snow Patrol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Killers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Shiny Toy Guns (My favorite at the moment)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Twilight Soundtrack (Seriously the best soundtrack ever)  From this soundtrack, I found some great musicians!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Paramore (on Twilight soundtrack)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Blue Foundation (Also a Twilight)  This band should be called 'Sex'.  It's just sexy music and I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Robert Pattinson (Twilight &amp;amp; Edward)  This guy can't act (my opinion) but he CAN sing!  He doesn't have anything released besides the one song on the soundtrack, but if you YouTube him, you'll hear more.  His voice is so good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Since I'm talking music, let me list a few of my old favorites that I've been listening to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Smashing Pumpkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Alanis Morissette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Cranberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tori Amos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Michelle and Lowder singing Babs &amp;amp; Celine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Good music is the cure for a bad day, a good day and any ol' day.  What's your cure all music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-3928196583340251117?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/3928196583340251117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=3928196583340251117&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/3928196583340251117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/3928196583340251117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-in-lovewith-music.html' title='I&apos;m in Love.....with Music'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/STXUf71mf7I/AAAAAAAAAS8/UsFfwEVFJe0/s72-c/QLS002s-MusicalNotes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-4945554999063155468</id><published>2008-11-23T21:46:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T00:44:34.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOBBLE GOBBLE GOBBLE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tonight was our annual "Gobble, Gobble:  Eat Til You Puke" night with the girls and John.  John hosted this year which was FAMAZING!!  His home is to die for and I think I'm moving in next week!  It was a great night with great food.  Michelle cooked the bird Mexican style and it was so tasty.  Natalie brought her family tradition, Cinnamon pineapple, which sounds weird but actually is really good.  Of course there were amazing rolls, stuffing, pie and taters!  I think I speak for everyone when I say, "how do I teach myself to throw up?"  Can't wait til next year!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Host &amp;amp; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SSpNGMb4IVI/AAAAAAAAASg/WZeIHm82k0Q/s1600-h/Nov23-08+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SSpNGMb4IVI/AAAAAAAAASg/WZeIHm82k0Q/s320/Nov23-08+084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272111082603290962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The 'Adult' table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SSpMqCJY0jI/AAAAAAAAASY/o8uUUKWepWo/s1600-h/Nov23-08+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SSpMqCJY0jI/AAAAAAAAASY/o8uUUKWepWo/s320/Nov23-08+075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272110598805049906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The 'Kid' table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SSpJVDgerEI/AAAAAAAAASQ/K74t4PajGWo/s1600-h/Nov23-08+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SSpJVDgerEI/AAAAAAAAASQ/K74t4PajGWo/s320/Nov23-08+074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272106939858201666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amy, Me &amp;amp; Chris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SSpJU-7ze_I/AAAAAAAAASI/yn95fTVQT2E/s1600-h/Nov23-08+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SSpJU-7ze_I/AAAAAAAAASI/yn95fTVQT2E/s320/Nov23-08+077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272106938630634482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Koug &amp;amp; John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SSpJUYxg0GI/AAAAAAAAAR4/FxrMoaCbbYk/s1600-h/Nov23-08+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SSpJUYxg0GI/AAAAAAAAAR4/FxrMoaCbbYk/s320/Nov23-08+079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272106928386920546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Liz, Looori &amp;amp; The Koug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SSpJTwPX9uI/AAAAAAAAARw/a1b4pAj4bhg/s1600-h/Nov23-08+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SSpJTwPX9uI/AAAAAAAAARw/a1b4pAj4bhg/s320/Nov23-08+066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272106917506316002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm craving pie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-4945554999063155468?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/4945554999063155468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=4945554999063155468&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/4945554999063155468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/4945554999063155468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2008/11/gobble-gobble-gobble.html' title='GOBBLE GOBBLE GOBBLE!!'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SSpNGMb4IVI/AAAAAAAAASg/WZeIHm82k0Q/s72-c/Nov23-08+084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-6439342023150283863</id><published>2008-11-14T00:07:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:25:55.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Say goodbye to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Blondie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; and hello to the new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Looori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SR0mUmqE7WI/AAAAAAAAAQg/hjnC46v0mMo/s1600-h/IMG_4342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SR0mUmqE7WI/AAAAAAAAAQg/hjnC46v0mMo/s320/IMG_4342.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268409274509618530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When I mentioned in September that I felt change was coming, I thought it meant jumping out of an airplane.  Come to find out, that was not it!  After seeing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;SJP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; in the 'Sex in the City' movie, I realized that I needed to change my hair color.  This was the result!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SR0ktFbhdNI/AAAAAAAAAQY/d_ibCIcufW4/s320/IMG_0306.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268407496063677650" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;P.S.  The straight hair is NOT long term.  I'm not so much a fan of straight hair.  I feel that it takes away from my AMAZING personality.  So if you see me, chances are it will be curly.  But for tonight, it's straight.  That and it will be going darker in a few weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I heart change!  ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-6439342023150283863?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/6439342023150283863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=6439342023150283863&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/6439342023150283863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/6439342023150283863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2008/11/say-goodbye-to-blondie-and-hello-to-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SR0mUmqE7WI/AAAAAAAAAQg/hjnC46v0mMo/s72-c/IMG_4342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-223680301581530723</id><published>2008-11-04T15:40:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:54:49.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Night!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Last Thursday I was able to spend time with my favorite co-workers from UPS.  Even though we all hated working there, so many good things came from our time there.  I met some of my very best friends there.  One of them even met their husband at UPS.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Many years ago John, Liz, Koug and I used to do what we called 'Hot Night'.  Once a week, we would go to Koug's apartment and eat hot food and get in the hot tub.  It was soon named 'Hot Night' because of the hot food, hot tub and hot us!!  With all of our lives being so busy and full of changes in the past few years, we haven't done hot night in so long.  Last Thursday was the Hot Night reunion!  It was so much fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our sweet homo made damn hot chili and by the time we were done eating it we were all naked. That was the hottest chili I've ever had!!  I think I lost 5 lbs from sweating it out!  All in all it was a great night catching up on lives and laughing about the stupidest things.  I love you guys and can't wait to do more hot nights in the future!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I didn't have any recent photo's of all of us and as some of you can see, we have changed!!  I'd like to say that we are Hotter now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SRDRpi1kTlI/AAAAAAAAAP4/39MTfghr8sc/s320/kougs+pics+051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264938476052434514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SRDRox_u62I/AAAAAAAAAPw/4d6HG_UZ8F4/s320/bitch+pics+049.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264938462941735778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-223680301581530723?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/223680301581530723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=223680301581530723&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/223680301581530723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/223680301581530723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2008/11/hot-night.html' title='Hot Night!!'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SRDRpi1kTlI/AAAAAAAAAP4/39MTfghr8sc/s72-c/kougs+pics+051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-5918974182420228890</id><published>2008-10-30T17:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T17:36:46.878-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SQpA-ckowdI/AAAAAAAAAPo/y2rno9j6W_8/s1600-h/question-mark-300x282-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SQpA-ckowdI/AAAAAAAAAPo/y2rno9j6W_8/s400/question-mark-300x282-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263090556101771730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't really understand the process of death and why people are taken when they are.  I do know that this morning a friend of mine from UPS passed away in her sleep.  Martha was in her mid 20's and was an AMAZING woman.  I remember when I met her she told me she already had 3 kids and she was only 22!!  I could not understand why someone would get married so young and have so many kids by that age.  Married at the young age of 16 to her soul mate, they had 5 kids together, the youngest being just 2 months old.  Martha always said she wanted a whole village and was not done having kids!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;Even though I only spent a few short years with her, I grew to love her so much.  She was so much wiser and mature beyond her years and I think I now realize why.  How amazing it was that she could bring 5 beautiful children to this earth.  She accomplished more in her short 20 something years than some people do in 80 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We'll miss you Martha.  Thank you for everything you did on this earth!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-5918974182420228890?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/5918974182420228890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=5918974182420228890&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/5918974182420228890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/5918974182420228890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2008/10/why.html' title=''/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SQpA-ckowdI/AAAAAAAAAPo/y2rno9j6W_8/s72-c/question-mark-300x282-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-8680518246958925449</id><published>2008-10-12T14:47:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T15:05:34.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode To Cruisdee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SPJkRsXn2aI/AAAAAAAAAO4/NE35i6BqmSY/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SPJkRsXn2aI/AAAAAAAAAO4/NE35i6BqmSY/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256373970225584546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SPJj3jsshdI/AAAAAAAAAOw/eO422V56HJ8/s1600-h/GetAttachment-1.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SPJj3jsshdI/AAAAAAAAAOw/eO422V56HJ8/s320/GetAttachment-1.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256373521221453266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SPJlWrBvdeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/dJWLXc6QiSc/s320/GetAttachment-2.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256375155276346850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SPJllyc1eII/AAAAAAAAAPI/2_T2hxzZe18/s320/GetAttachment-3.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256375414967072898" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I miss Cruisdee!! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-8680518246958925449?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/8680518246958925449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=8680518246958925449&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/8680518246958925449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/8680518246958925449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2008/10/ode-to-cruisdee.html' title='Ode To Cruisdee'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SPJkRsXn2aI/AAAAAAAAAO4/NE35i6BqmSY/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-8219548831671982119</id><published>2008-10-09T00:24:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T01:01:24.554-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumors Holding Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SO2oxHCHYxI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mCi7GhW-erI/s1600-h/holding-hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SO2lXJSobQI/AAAAAAAAAN4/MlKl82xGxR0/s1600-h/whisper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SO2lXJSobQI/AAAAAAAAAN4/MlKl82xGxR0/s320/whisper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255038157260877058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rigby.govoffice.com/"&gt;Rumors&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; can damage people.  They can also provide for hours and hours of non stop laughing.  I heard a good rumor today and I just couldn't resist in sharing it!  I was talking with a high school friend of mine tonight.  I hadn't spoken with her for at least a year and were catching up on our jobs, families, and friends from back home in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rigby.govoffice.com/"&gt;Rigby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, ID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She told me that one of our close friends  from back home was rumored to be a Lesbian.  I was a bit confused considering that this person is pregnant and I had spoken with her recently and never had the thought that she was lesbian.  I asked the friend, who I was talking to tonight, where she heard such a rumor.  She said that someone had seen this person on the 4th of July at the city park holding hands with another woman.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SO2oxHCHYxI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mCi7GhW-erI/s320/holding-hands.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255041901866214162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I busted out laughing because I was that other woman she was holding hands with!  Her and I were at a small town 4th of July festivities and we thought it would be funny to hold hands and walk around.  We knew we would get some looks and that rumors would start flying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now, I had completely forgotten about that day until tonight when my friend mentioned the story.  I just love how a simple act of holding hands would turn into rumors of girl on girl action!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Once again, rumors can damage people..... but they can also be the source of hours of laughing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-8219548831671982119?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/8219548831671982119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=8219548831671982119&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/8219548831671982119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/8219548831671982119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2008/10/rumors-holding-hands.html' title='Rumors Holding Hands'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SO2lXJSobQI/AAAAAAAAAN4/MlKl82xGxR0/s72-c/whisper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-2558330712426132390</id><published>2008-09-26T21:32:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:42:07.607-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Change Means Jumping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I have been thinking about change lately.  I thought about joining the Coast Guard, the Navy, cutting my hair or even just joining a book club.  But as luck would have it Carrie came to me with just the change I needed.  I woke up this morning to a text message from her saying that she was thinking of jumping.... out of an airplane.  I immediately called her and said "I'm in"!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I went to work for a few hrs and didn't do much because I was so excited for the jump!  Carrie met me out by my work and we headed out to Tooele.  I'll be completely honest and say that I was not nervous.  Mainly because there wasn't enough time to be nervous!  This wasn't planned, it was just executed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'd give you all the details, but the pictures tell it all!  Oh, and there is a video too, we'll try to post it on the blog for you to watch..... if you dare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;p.s.  The rush from jumping out of the plane and falling 125 mph towards the earth was the most amazing feeling I've ever had.  Well next to the feeling of serving a mission and seeing people's life change because of the Gospel of Jesus Christ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SN3A5V1MiBI/AAAAAAAAAMY/aZD-FZiYzmY/s320/LORI-26+011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250564831929206802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love my goggles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SN3A5skKB7I/AAAAAAAAAMg/NX9lsc1oAPs/s320/LORI-26+014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250564838031755186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sisters that skydive together, have big boobs together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SN3A50e9dtI/AAAAAAAAAMo/O6QRxmz8nkg/s320/LORI-26+018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250564840157443794" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is the best shot EVER!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SN3A50Rv1hI/AAAAAAAAAMw/DpMHxEQdtNE/s320/LORI-26+019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250564840102024722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We did the 'Gator' out of the plane.  It's a backflip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SN3EI0fWu0I/AAAAAAAAANA/GyoD2J28mpc/s320/LORI-26+027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250568396392020802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;At this point I'm thinking, 'how do I breath with this much air shooting up my nose'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SN3EJGuVndI/AAAAAAAAANQ/zKJXc9p38TY/s320/LORI-26+030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250568401286700498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Speechless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SN3EI1uJfVI/AAAAAAAAANI/jyeAjLmbDbE/s320/LORI-26+026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250568396722502994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Notice the camera guy. I'm holding onto his ankles.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SN3A6BEy1WI/AAAAAAAAAM4/9PgXRbbaa08/s320/LORI-26+021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250564843537356130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The not so Great Salt Lake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SN3EJY-j3QI/AAAAAAAAANY/jBdI4NtwIEk/s320/LORI-26+036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250568406186581250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My landing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SN3Tso4jNoI/AAAAAAAAANo/vpBu5gZylVs/s320/LORI-26+043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250585504426178178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mom &amp;amp; Dad, we lived!!!  We are your kick ass kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-2558330712426132390?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SN3A5V1MiBI/AAAAAAAAAMY/aZD-FZiYzmY/s72-c/LORI-26+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-8555528589561467723</id><published>2008-09-20T22:45:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T23:50:15.414-06:00</updated><title type='text'>80's Prom 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SNXf6UYCaFI/AAAAAAAAALY/I0sAkLGLO80/s1600-h/n537430787_4165660_5850.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SNXaYOkKw8I/AAAAAAAAALQ/Z2kI1yo9Xjs/s1600-h/DSC02594.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Who knew turning 30 would be so much fun!  One thing that I know for sure is that if dancing my way into the 30's is the way to start, then I'll continue to dance my way threw life.  I also know that I have the best friends that could have entered into my life in my early 20's.  They put so much work into this prom and it totally paid off!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The weeks leading up to prom were actually hard for me.  I am usually the one to help plan parties and know every detail.  Not knowing a thing about this party was so hard.  It was also hard not to be able to hang out with my friends the week of the prom.  Every time I'd call Michelvis she would say she was busy doing prom stuff and couldn't talk, and if I was in the room with her or the other party committee members, they would whisper and tell me to cover up my good ear!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Prom seriously was totally awesome and rad!  My date aka my brother, picked me up at 7:50.  He gave me a dozen roses and we took some pictures.  He then drove me, mom and Janelle to prom.  Now who goes to prom with their mom in the back seat?!!!  This wasn't your normal prom, so I guess we did.  We stopped at the local 7 11 to get a drink.  As I was walking out to the car, mom was talking to some drunk man and inviting him to the party.  He asked if he could hug the birthday girl and she said yes.  The man fondled me for a moment and then went into the store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Arriving at prom, I saw several cars in the parking lot, a balloon arch and a host of people waiting at the entrance of the venue!  All of them were dressed up in their best 80's prom outfit!!  The room was filled with crate paper, pictures of me, a disco ball and off to the corner was a professional photographer with a prom themed background for pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;We spent so much time taking pictures and laughing at each others outfits.  There was some amazing dancing to be had, with some minor costume malfunctions, and some good cookies and punch to go along with it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The highlights of the night were the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;- Michelle's awesome homemade dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;-John showing up with a VHS recorder and announcing that this would be in the video yearbook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;-Gaylord &amp;amp; Lurlene coming and dancing the night away (aka Mom &amp;amp; dad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;-My date ditching me on the first slow dance to dance with Frew.  WTF!!!!???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;-Dancing with Jason &amp;amp; Steve, both whom are married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;-Being crowned prom queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;-Having Amy teach us the dance to "Thriller"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;-Going to Belgium Waffle after prom and getting stared at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Thank you all who worked so hard on this party.  Words can not express how much I love you girls for this.  Thanks to DJ Issac, the warehouse staff, the cookie makers, photography crew, clean up crew, and all of those who attended.  THANKS FOR MAKING THIS THE BEST 30TH BIRTHDAY EVER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I love you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Prom Queen, Prom Mom, Prom Sis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SNXZqluF6aI/AAAAAAAAAKw/lREMQkxq97A/s320/DSC02578.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248340266473351586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;John the 'Yearbook Video boy'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SNXZqx2NGWI/AAAAAAAAAK4/GL-iRG1Nj84/s320/DSC02586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248340269728602466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Liz &amp;amp; Hot Steve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SNXZrMXBI7I/AAAAAAAAALA/DphuVXF8IGk/s320/DSC02584.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248340276845552562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Prom Queen &amp;amp; Janelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SNXZqcT34AI/AAAAAAAAAKo/AJ7J9E4yp14/s320/DSC02574.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248340263947460610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Prom Dad &amp;amp; Prom Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SNXZrcSj8eI/AAAAAAAAALI/ZXBu4KToLh0/s320/DSC02587.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248340281121829346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Can't have prom without someone throwing up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SNXf6muiEgI/AAAAAAAAALo/1wu7t69vzJc/s320/P1030756.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248347138691305986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;Prom King &amp;amp; Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SNXf6UYCaFI/AAAAAAAAALY/I0sAkLGLO80/s320/n537430787_4165660_5850.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248347133765118034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Professional photos will be posted soon.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-8555528589561467723?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/8555528589561467723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=8555528589561467723&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/8555528589561467723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/8555528589561467723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2008/09/80s-prom-08.html' title='80&apos;s Prom 08'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SNXZqluF6aI/AAAAAAAAAKw/lREMQkxq97A/s72-c/DSC02578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-8755098098952612450</id><published>2008-09-16T21:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T21:17:12.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SNB-C0A4GoI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ShncIwnLIpA/s1600-h/DSC02595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SNB-C0A4GoI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ShncIwnLIpA/s320/DSC02595.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246832152673786498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to blog about the 80's prom that we had for my birthday last Saturday, but it's going to take some time to tell it all.  So, I'll write about it this weekend when I'm back home.  This picture is just a little peak at the event!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Right now Chris, Carrie and I are on a cross country trip and having so much fun. To see pictures and read about the trip, please visit my sister blog &lt;a href="http://thecarriechronicle.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;www.thecarriechronicle.blogspot.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Looori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-8755098098952612450?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/8755098098952612450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=8755098098952612450&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/8755098098952612450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/8755098098952612450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2008/09/ps.html' title='P.S.'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SNB-C0A4GoI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ShncIwnLIpA/s72-c/DSC02595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-9101376050992625771</id><published>2008-09-10T23:24:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T01:21:24.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Lessons in 30 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SMisC1RHAKI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7LO7MKW-TMA/s1600-h/m_031ca7952aa653264afce17f40f14379.jpg"&gt;                                                          &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SMisC1RHAKI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7LO7MKW-TMA/s320/m_031ca7952aa653264afce17f40f14379.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244630930731499682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;1.) Taking the short way out of my mom's stomach may have not been the best idea.  She has the scares to prove it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;2.) Dog food doesn't taste good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;3.) Wearing make up is a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;4.) Parents really do have our best interest in mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;5.) My 4th grade teacher taught me that my sense of humor was a good thing and to use it often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;6.) Guardian angels are real.  I met mine several times while lying in a hospital bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;7.) Rubber cement and matches are a great way to keep a teenager  busy while growing up in small town, Idaho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;8.) If you find good friends, don't do anything to loose them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;9.) I was born to play the banjo.  Now I just need to practice at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;10.) Just because my mouth was wired shut and I had a hole in my neck didn't mean I had to stop laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;11.) God don't make no junk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;12.) Serving a mission for 18 months was where I learned who I truly was and should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;13.) Watching others make mistakes has helped me to not make the same mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;14.) It's OK to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;15.) 2ply toilet paper is worth the extra money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;16.) Kidney punching my sister when I was young was a stupid thing to do.  Sorry Carrie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;17.) The biggest mistake I ever made was the same one that brought me closer to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;18.) I wasn't adopted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;19.) Children can be so mean to other children, but adults can be even meaner to other adults.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;20.) My family can be my friends too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;21.) Life doesn't always turn out the way I'd like it to, but it does turn out the way it should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;22.) I'm too pretty to do math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;23.) Almost dying sometimes doesn't make us change our lives, but trying to take our own life will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;24.) God will not fail us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;25.) Playing pranks on others with my mom is better than playing pranks ON my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;26.) Making short term goals has helped me in the long term.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;27.) I should have studied harder in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;28.) Being 30 and single isn't a curse, it's a blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;29.) Leaving my biggest mistake behind me in my twenties is going to be better than taking it with me into my thirties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;30.) I still have more lessons to learn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-9101376050992625771?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/9101376050992625771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=9101376050992625771&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/9101376050992625771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/9101376050992625771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2008/09/30-lessons-in-30-years.html' title='30 Lessons in 30 Years'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SMisC1RHAKI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7LO7MKW-TMA/s72-c/m_031ca7952aa653264afce17f40f14379.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-7437075677094660142</id><published>2008-09-10T02:03:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T02:28:45.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Pluckers Pluck for Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SMeAxv7d4qI/AAAAAAAAAJU/sgDUJkfoY8g/s1600-h/evolution.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SMeAxv7d4qI/AAAAAAAAAJU/sgDUJkfoY8g/s400/evolution.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244301883264066210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My internet search evolution.  (all on YouTube)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=54y-Mjxz9vw"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Golden Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, to listening to the sound track of 'Mission' by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XvBT9sqXnew"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ennio Morricone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; to watching Yo Yo Ma perform with Allison Krauss, back to Golden Girls Clips, to EFY soundtracks.  This lead me to download a song by Peter Breinholt which reminded me of my mission.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I then went back to YouTube to listen to more Peter B.  Followed by a trip back to clips of the Golden Girls.  I was then reminded of a song that I loved called '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b1bSlS6OWTs&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Come Thou Fount  of Every Blessing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;'.  I listened to several different versions of this song and found one that was played with the banjo.  Leading me to where I am now.  Holding my Banjo and trying to play 'Come Thou Fount' while trying not to wake up the neighborhood at 2:15 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now if I could only learn to play the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kuKZNmY3YDU"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;theme song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o the 'Golden Girls'.  I should go sleep now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-7437075677094660142?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/7437075677094660142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=7437075677094660142&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/7437075677094660142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/7437075677094660142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2008/09/mother-pluckers-pluck-for-jesus.html' title='Mother Pluckers Pluck for Jesus'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SMeAxv7d4qI/AAAAAAAAAJU/sgDUJkfoY8g/s72-c/evolution.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-3618725795253269534</id><published>2008-09-05T00:27:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T01:01:16.619-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Roll Out The Red Carpet!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SMDRlP0XAwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/KAHtTIaKq-M/s1600-h/Red+CarpetSmall_Reduced_Color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SMDRlP0XAwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/KAHtTIaKq-M/s320/Red+CarpetSmall_Reduced_Color.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242420404090766082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I may or may not have mentioned, I'm turning 30 this year.  (see birthday countdown to the right)  A few years ago an idea was discussed to have prom for my 30th birthday!!!  There couldn't be a better way to celebrate this than to have a prom.  What's even better is that it's an 80's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prom"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;prom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!  I can't wait to dance the night away with my closest friends, family, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://ilovestilletos.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Mexicans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Asians, and the &lt;a href="http://www.equalityutah.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;gays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What makes this really amazing is that due to my stupidity as a teenager, I didn't make it to my high school prom and this is totally making up for it!!!  I won't tell you why I didn't make it to prom due to my sweet parents reading this, but I would like to hear your prom stories if you have any good ones!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh...and come to prom!!!  www.theloriprom.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-3618725795253269534?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/3618725795253269534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=3618725795253269534&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/3618725795253269534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/3618725795253269534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2008/09/roll-out-red-carpet.html' title='Roll Out The Red Carpet!!'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SMDRlP0XAwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/KAHtTIaKq-M/s72-c/Red+CarpetSmall_Reduced_Color.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-8076472608063557330</id><published>2008-09-03T22:55:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T23:58:16.617-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>The Reason I Just Might Vote For Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SL9rqQNwUoI/AAAAAAAAAJE/w7_Wr6CihDw/s1600-h/l_af186f15dd2a956b34f0c7f9918f1957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SL9rqQNwUoI/AAAAAAAAAJE/w7_Wr6CihDw/s320/l_af186f15dd2a956b34f0c7f9918f1957.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242026864933884546" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://semaames.blogspot.com/2008/08/reason-i-just-might-vote-for-mccain.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Amy Reynolds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;..and it has nothing to do with her gender.  I first heard about her back in 1999 and was really not impressed with her political views.  I'm glad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.barackobama.com/index.php"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; was wise enough to not have her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rockthevote.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;vote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; for him.  There is still hope for this conservative!!!  P.S.  I'm only voting for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; to piss  &lt;a href="http://semaames.blogspot.com/2008/08/reason-i-just-might-vote-for-mccain.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Amy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; off.                                                                                                                                                                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-8076472608063557330?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/8076472608063557330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=8076472608063557330&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/8076472608063557330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/8076472608063557330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2008/09/reason-i-just-might-vote-for-obama.html' title='The Reason I Just Might Vote For Obama'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SL9rqQNwUoI/AAAAAAAAAJE/w7_Wr6CihDw/s72-c/l_af186f15dd2a956b34f0c7f9918f1957.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-2442022580050063377</id><published>2008-08-30T01:14:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:58:52.252-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SLjzvfuf0qI/AAAAAAAAAI8/DYcHFasfylM/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SLjzvfuf0qI/AAAAAAAAAI8/DYcHFasfylM/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240206163741495970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I know I'm no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;a href="http://kristymayesphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Koug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, but I snapped this picture of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://markandbritta.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;tonight (well her feet anyway).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ilovestilletos.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Melvis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;says she has never seen me latch (no pun intended) onto a child like I do Adi, but for some reason I just like seeing this cute little baby!  Maybe my eggs are dying or maybe my 18 year old mentality is catching up to my soon to be 30 yr old body. (don't forget my big 3 0 in just a few short weeks) Either way, kids are growing on me and I'm proud of it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There is just something about looking at a new face and wondering what they are thinking about. Probably Adi thinks I'm this crazy blonde, and saying to get the eff away from her!  I hope Britta's sweet child isn't thinking the eff word already because then that means that I truly am the girl who teaches her kids 'bad words'.  Side note:  Her 2 other children refer to me as the one who 'teaches us bad words'!  All I did was say the word '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Douche"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;douche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;'!  How bad is that?  It's a body wash, a cleansing product, and a term of endearment for me.  Those kids will thank me one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ANYWAY!!  I just wanted to thank Britta for letting me into her sweet families world.  It's been good for me to be around such innocence and love.  Thanks lady!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-2442022580050063377?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/2442022580050063377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=2442022580050063377&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/2442022580050063377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/2442022580050063377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-know-im-no-koug-but-i-snapped-this.html' title='Sweet Feet'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SLjzvfuf0qI/AAAAAAAAAI8/DYcHFasfylM/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-2750914164675906769</id><published>2008-08-28T00:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T00:38:38.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn it Amy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SLZGXABWdsI/AAAAAAAAAI0/7mJiTDjn1Ns/s1600-h/malehob2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amy, why did we spend time online looking up spiders and comparing what the difference was between a Wolf spider and a Hobo spider?  After you left the basement I was just minding my own business when I saw the carpet move.  I said 'OH NO YOU &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DID'NT&lt;/span&gt;'!!!  I quickly grabbed my flip flop and ran over to see what the H it was.  I know it wasn't a Hobo, but the little bastard was a wolf spider.  After I killed it, I sprayed the basement with my spider killer spray.  Let's just hope that keeps them away for at least another week.&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SLZGXABWdsI/AAAAAAAAAI0/7mJiTDjn1Ns/s200/malehob2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239452577448752834" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SLZFbJKSCII/AAAAAAAAAIs/bjx-1CexxPg/s200/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239451549109979266" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-2750914164675906769?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/2750914164675906769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=2750914164675906769&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/2750914164675906769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/2750914164675906769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2008/08/damn-it-amy.html' title='Damn it Amy!!!'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SLZGXABWdsI/AAAAAAAAAI0/7mJiTDjn1Ns/s72-c/malehob2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-7081598162308571642</id><published>2008-08-27T22:50:00.022-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T00:22:45.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pounced By a Koug!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Koug tagged me on her blog.  In some way I feel violated, but sometimes being violated is a good thing.  So here I go!  We were asked to Google images of the following.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Past Love:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;R.I.P Ram Rod.  This was my first Mazda 3 I owned.  It was orange, had leather seats, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; John's throw up on the ceiling.  R.I.P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SLYvgB8gyEI/AAAAAAAAAGk/WeNExaMFWdo/s320/sigrs9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239427443816712258" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My first name:  Lori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I typed in the name 'looooori' and there were several pictures of Amy and Feltcher.  I decided not to post that because I am not the '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?hl=en&amp;amp;client=safari&amp;amp;rls=en-us&amp;amp;resnum=0&amp;amp;q=sister%20wives&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;sa=N&amp;amp;tab=wi"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sister wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;' in that relationship.  Therefore I post this one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SLYyYJlMQkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/9CTR2qMHRCg/s200/lori_loughlin_joanna.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239430606962311746" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt; This reminds me of &lt;a href="http://www.johnstamos.net/"&gt;John Stamos&lt;/a&gt;.  (For you Liz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Middle name:  Ann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SLYzGzOKQBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gv_9nezfb0A/s200/little+ann.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239431408413982738" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hate these types of pictures because I always think the people in the pictures are not dead and are going to crawl out of it and suck the breath out of me and then my lifeless body is left decomposing on the ground.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last Name:  MMMMMBOP!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, it's really Hanson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SLY0FlxbGKI/AAAAAAAAAHM/AOMJ1q6q2rY/s200/isaac-hanson-new-baby-cc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239432487135549602" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What am I doing now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well let's start off by what was I doing when I started this darn blog.  I was watching...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SLY0cLwqiPI/AAAAAAAAAHU/MEmJ8u07omU/s200/DNCC_logo_dnc2008_1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239432875290036466" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and now I'm watching this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                             .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SLY0x0KqvJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6eqh1gqzXsA/s200/the-golden-girls.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239433246913772690" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SLY1kFqhewI/AAAAAAAAAHk/DZG792CW0hk/s200/UF_Jesus_1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239434110604245762" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Age:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What does my age have to do with Jesus eating french fries and washing it down with some booze?!!!!  Either way, I'm still 29 for ....well just look at the birthday booze counter at the top right hand corner.  Wait a minute, Jesus + beer = 29!!  I get it now!!!  I just love it when He sends us a sign like that!  Makes me love the Gospel even more!  (p.s. I'm still sober, so don't be thinking Lori fell off the wagon ok!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Favorite Treat:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SLY2sdxtKuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OgqnB9Su_Hs/s200/COFFEE+CHOCOLATE+DREAM+WITH+SLICEh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239435354027404002" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;  and  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SLY25DOk_qI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-fRTiz-IygM/s200/web_sci.mentos_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239435570239045282" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;.  It's truly orgasmic! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Place I would like to travel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Loritab Heaven!!                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SLY3OXATf2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/UUozjWxvkI0/s200/lortab.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239435936325140322" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Favorite Color:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SLY3gG7RuFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/NmGI1ePxGZE/s200/orange_logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239436241246730322" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;  R.I.P Ram Rod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Home Town:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rigby, Idaho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finding this picture under the words '&lt;a href="http://www.daylife.com/photo/09gbbHa33MaSf"&gt;Rigby,Idaho&lt;/a&gt;' was like doing my genealogy.  I finally have closure to why I liked the bottle so much.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SLY3vx-FIVI/AAAAAAAAAIM/kAM5Uamx2gM/s200/340x.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239436510499250514" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Favorite Vacation Spot:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Greece!  Koug, you'll love it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SLY42uje1kI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qA7UDi-_K3s/s200/greece3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239437729353094722" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Favorite Food:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SLY25DOk_qI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-fRTiz-IygM/s200/web_sci.mentos_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239435570239045282" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who says this isn't food!!??  Hey, if I can't have a bottle full of Loritab as food, then I'll count Diet Coke as food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Favorite Animal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Persian Cats!!  We once had this cat named 'Buster' who was a Persian.  He was the cutest thing ever.  Even cutter than Dublin and Morley who I currently live with.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SLY52uGZNTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/tsDUtrqagEg/s200/b31452565.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239438828742718770" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;R.I.P Buster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Britta you were right, this was a long post!  I still had a good time doing it though.  Thanks for pouncing me Koug!!  Now I'm going to tag some others.  Melvis, Carrie and Reba.  (Reba, it's about time you posted something!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-7081598162308571642?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/7081598162308571642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=7081598162308571642&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/7081598162308571642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/7081598162308571642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2008/08/pounced-by-koug.html' title='Pounced By a Koug!'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SLYvgB8gyEI/AAAAAAAAAGk/WeNExaMFWdo/s72-c/sigrs9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-1725904700150031100</id><published>2008-08-25T23:32:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:44:36.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meine Familie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SLOXTB7O_GI/AAAAAAAAAGc/C1dtJadIGDc/s1600-h/GetAttachment-1.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SLOXTB7O_GI/AAAAAAAAAGc/C1dtJadIGDc/s400/GetAttachment-1.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238697144752208994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I heart this family!  I don't say it that often, but I sure do think it every day.  I love how we are all strong, unique individuals and help each other in ways that are not obvious to each other.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Even though our lives are turning out to be the way we DIDN'T plan, I think it has made us who we are and I love the way we are no matter what!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-1725904700150031100?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/1725904700150031100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=1725904700150031100&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/1725904700150031100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/1725904700150031100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2008/08/meine-familie.html' title='Meine Familie'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SLOXTB7O_GI/AAAAAAAAAGc/C1dtJadIGDc/s72-c/GetAttachment-1.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-8772418181148984840</id><published>2008-08-19T23:35:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:29:22.361-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Property of the US GOVT, not for sale!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SKuvQzlujKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/h3Hh-O_k6Ek/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SKuvQzlujKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/h3Hh-O_k6Ek/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236471695009549474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SKuvgL9AKwI/AAAAAAAAAFM/WeGo1Rgh42g/s320/GetAttachment-1.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236471959247661826" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its days like this when I realize just how much I love the members of my family, especially my good ol' dad!  Its also one of those days when I realize I wasn't adopted and yes, those are my REAL parents!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let me first of all say that this was the first time I've been on the other side of the surgery process. Usually I was the one being cut up and my dad waiting for me in the waiting room.  I now have a greater appreciation for what my family has gone through over 20 times with all the surgeries I've had in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Today my dad went under the knife to have cancer removed from his prostate area.  We arrived at the VA Hospital at 7am and waited over 6 hours to see him and it was a long 6 hours!  The first thing I saw when I walked into his room was his smiling face.  The first thing he said was 'when can I get some pain meds?'  It was a proud moment to hear those sweet words from my father's mouth.  Like daughter like father!  I have taught him well!  ( I also taught him that when the nurse asks what his pain level is, based on a 1 - 10 scale, that he always should add at least 2 numbers to what it really is.  It gets you drugs faster!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Later in the evening Mom, Chris,  Carrie and I sat in dad's room just staring at him and chatted. These are moments that I have grown to love because there is bound to be some kind of crass conversation which ends up with Carrie saying how 'dysfunctional' we are and Chris being embarrassed by something that I have said!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As we were sitting there dad had to brag about his doctor telling him he had 'perfect anatomy'.  I was kind of worried because this doctor was a female and who knows if she was referring to his internal anatomy or his external anatomy.  Either way my mom grinned and shook her head in agreement!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The conversation then took a drastic turn towards choch talk.  The definition of choch talk is any conversation that leads to the topic of sex or anyting to do with sex.  Our dear older, more concerned brother asked dad about the nerves that were cut during the surgery and how this affects him.  Dad then said something about maybe not being able to 'perform' or something like that.  Carrie then tells mom, 'well mom, looks like it's time to get you a vibrator'.  I piped in and told dad that sometimes a strap on can come in handy.  He said, 'well there are surgeries to fix this, something to do with a pump.'  This is where it explodes into choch talk.  Mom proceeds to say something about holding the pump during the 'act' and decides to make the noises that one makes during the 'act'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At this point Carrie is completely discusted and says how dysfunctional we are and Chris makes a comment about how he wished he had never asked about the procedure.  I on the other hand am fully intrigued by this conversation and am so glad to know where I get my dirty-minded personality!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't worry, it's not over yet!  As the conversation calms down, an awkward feeling enters the room and dad says "You'll have to start calling me shorty from now on"!!  HA HA HA I won't even tell you what other nicknames that mom and I came up with.  Chris and Carrie just shook their heads and looked kind of sick to their stomachs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;Now you all can understand a little bit more about where I got my amazing personality!  I truly am a product of what happens when Gaylon and Clarene Hanson decided to do the 'act' and make a baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Serious note....I love my family with all my heart.  Even though at times we get on each other's nerves (no pun intended).  I am grateful for all of them and for the individual personalities they each have.  Each one of them completes this 'dysfunctional' family making it a perfect dysfunctional unit (again, no pun intended).  I'm also grateful for good doctors and a medical care system that helps our loved ones heal so we can be with each other longer on this Earth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love you family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-8772418181148984840?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/8772418181148984840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=8772418181148984840&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/8772418181148984840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/8772418181148984840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2008/08/property-of-us-govt-not-for-sale.html' title='Property of the US GOVT, not for sale!'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SKuvQzlujKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/h3Hh-O_k6Ek/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-3952887393533512900</id><published>2008-07-30T21:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:11:36.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody be love'n them some.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SJEz_YYy9EI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qLskMXcj0j0/s1600-h/mateys.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SJEz_YYy9EI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qLskMXcj0j0/s320/mateys.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229017806325085250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is the best thing invented since McDonald's Diet Coke!  If I'm ever in a bad mood, or need a 'fix', my Chocolate Marshmallow Mateys save the day.  I'm not afraid to admit that it only took me 1 week to finish off a 2LB bag.  I justify it by saying 'well I could be addicted to crack, porn, or collecting snow globes'.  So I'm fine with scarfing down that much cereal in just 7 days.  I'm now curious to know what ya'all are addicted to!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-3952887393533512900?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/3952887393533512900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=3952887393533512900&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/3952887393533512900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/3952887393533512900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2008/07/somebody-be-loven-them-some.html' title='Somebody be love&apos;n them some.....'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SJEz_YYy9EI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qLskMXcj0j0/s72-c/mateys.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-6633668904811685523</id><published>2008-07-26T01:41:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:11:37.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs &amp; Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It was a rocky road &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;this week &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SIrWPIStYmI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ox2hAvh8QAA/s200/47539_11950.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227225872929219170" /&gt;.  I ran into...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SIrVq6r2sqI/AAAAAAAAADg/XGBpRZZqaNU/s200/images-4.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227225250801300130" /&gt;.  I had to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SIrVqw-QImI/AAAAAAAAADo/z7Tsp_9d2fI/s200/images-3.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227225248194110050" /&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SIrVrOuQrGI/AAAAAAAAADw/a66s8A-O5NU/s200/227814359_bb99044a21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227225256180100194" /&gt; .  In the end I chose the right path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SIrW06re7EI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hmhpH4JfRCQ/s200/images-5.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227226522110061634" /&gt;  all for helping me.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Seriously, thank you all (you know who you are) for helping me.  We all have rocks in our way and forks in our road, but if we follow the signs I think we can make it just one more day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-6633668904811685523?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/6633668904811685523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=6633668904811685523&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/6633668904811685523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/6633668904811685523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-was-rocky-road-this-week.html' title='Signs &amp; Friends'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SIrWPIStYmI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ox2hAvh8QAA/s72-c/47539_11950.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-8944878228009132382</id><published>2008-07-15T23:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:11:37.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SH2EnMtXOsI/AAAAAAAAABo/9An94HQztQc/s1600-h/Typing-Woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SH2EnMtXOsI/AAAAAAAAABo/9An94HQztQc/s320/Typing-Woman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223476951780899522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SH2EY63lQvI/AAAAAAAAABg/PREg9uwPXAg/s1600-h/Typing-Woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My blog page is boring!  It needs help!  Who has time during the day to make it look amazing, anyone?  I'm to busy messing around with endless pages of sales reports, what's your excuse? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-8944878228009132382?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/8944878228009132382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=8944878228009132382&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/8944878228009132382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/8944878228009132382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2008/07/lame.html' title='LAME!'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SH2EnMtXOsI/AAAAAAAAABo/9An94HQztQc/s72-c/Typing-Woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-746577129849216530</id><published>2008-07-09T23:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:11:38.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Betraying one red head for another.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SHWaMYjbiLI/AAAAAAAAABI/9gZE6AWB3FQ/s1600-h/CarrotTop2-225x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SHWaMYjbiLI/AAAAAAAAABI/9gZE6AWB3FQ/s320/CarrotTop2-225x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221248880546121906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SHWZ6FviVkI/AAAAAAAAABA/ju2LyJzKfw4/s1600-h/kathy20griffin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SHWZ6FviVkI/AAAAAAAAABA/ju2LyJzKfw4/s320/kathy20griffin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221248566258980418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For those of you that do not know, I have long since been a big fan of Carrot top.  I met him while living in Seattle.  I was working at the airport and was working a flight that he was one.  I even tried to win a date with him on 'Live with Regis and Kelly'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've now moved upped from the 'F' list to the 'D' list.  That's 'My Life on the D-List' with Kathy Griffin.  I could watch her all day long!  I admit that I've spent hrs on end on You Tube watching clips of her and her comedy bits and am also recording her tv show and watch it faithfully.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Carrot Top, you had your chance with me and you blew it.  If you would just take care of those eye brows, then we could date.  Until then, I'm sticking with my girl Kathy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123679551596386309-746577129849216530?l=looooori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/feeds/746577129849216530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123679551596386309&amp;postID=746577129849216530&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/746577129849216530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123679551596386309/posts/default/746577129849216530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looooori.blogspot.com/2008/07/betraying-one-red-head-for-another.html' title='Betraying one red head for another.'/><author><name>Looori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387259125079080842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SHWaMYjbiLI/AAAAAAAAABI/9gZE6AWB3FQ/s72-c/CarrotTop2-225x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123679551596386309.post-3082023702121675967</id><published>2008-07-06T18:29:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:11:38.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dick Filled Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SHFlaCQJmaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ecQTwBSj6wc/s1600-h/dickcheney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yye-bWBl1ls/SHFlaCQJmaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ecQTwBSj6wc/s400/dickcheney.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220064941054728610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This being my first blog, I decided to make it an eye catching one!  This 4th of July weekend was one of the best ones I've had visiting my parents in Idaho.  We spent the 4th in Menan, ID at the city park where the community has food, games and fun.  I saw several people from high school as well as cousins I haven't seen in a long time.  That night Chris and I drove to the top of a hill (where I smoked my first cigarette) overlooking the valley to watch the fireworks in Menan as well as Idaho Falls.  It was so much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Your probably asking why I have a picture of Dick Cheney.  Well on Saturday mom, dad, Chris and I went with Uncle Dick, no not Cheney himself, but my dad's best friend Richard Chapman.  We took Uncle Dick's river boat to the Snake River.  We were going about 50 mph up the river in this jet boat and as we were coming around a corner, we saw 3 row boats right in our way.  A man stood up, yelled at us to slow down while making some sort of waving motion.  We slowed down as fast as we could and turned around to see Dick Cheney fly fishing and several of his secret service men surrounding him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes, my family and I almost ran over ol' Dick with our boat.  Whoops!  Wouldn't that be a  good story to tell the grand kids that their mom was involved in killing the VP of the United States.  Even though I'm not a fan of him or his boss I still am glad we didn't injure him because it totally would have ruined the nice weekend I was having.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There you go people, Looooor's first blog.  I hope you enjoyed it and I hope there will be several more.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span 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