<?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-7699827850785922134</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:56:46.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsbb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699827850785922134/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsbb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Blaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473567028681354428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UOl3NIr5o/SP_VXWbegVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3Oz_wv3T3hg/S220/skype+2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699827850785922134.post-414971863382863790</id><published>2009-06-01T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:41:12.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Tattoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it is....I've thought about it for awhile.  This is my life charge. It is drawn from the scriptures written by John,  II and III John in particular. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UOl3NIr5o/SiScxMNFAnI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-r-v6wRxk_I/s1600-h/IMG_3615.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/_1-UOl3NIr5o/SiScxMNFAnI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-r-v6wRxk_I/s400/IMG_3615.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342567426871853682" /&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="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&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/7699827850785922134-414971863382863790?l=ramblingsbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsbb.blogspot.com/feeds/414971863382863790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699827850785922134&amp;postID=414971863382863790' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699827850785922134/posts/default/414971863382863790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699827850785922134/posts/default/414971863382863790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsbb.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-tattoo.html' title='New Tattoo'/><author><name>Blaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473567028681354428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UOl3NIr5o/SP_VXWbegVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3Oz_wv3T3hg/S220/skype+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UOl3NIr5o/SiScxMNFAnI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-r-v6wRxk_I/s72-c/IMG_3615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699827850785922134.post-2563202964489766446</id><published>2009-03-10T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:29:09.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Brawny</title><content type='html'>I was in the store a few nights ago, and I was confronted with an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;impostor&lt;/span&gt;.  I go to get paper towels expecting to see my moustached lumberjack friend, Brawny. Much to my surprise I come to find this guy...&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;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 193px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UOl3NIr5o/Sbc6-2LoQ1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/lcIIpGXWb3Q/s200/brawny.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311779136877380434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who is this guy?  Grant it he is better looking, but he is not the Brawny I know.  He looks more like a Rick or Bruce.  Let's remember a better time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UOl3NIr5o/Sbc8TIDgmfI/AAAAAAAAALI/M2Tj9iuTQhQ/s200/brawny.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311780584784173554" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello old friend...you are an icon of my childhood idea of cleaning along with this guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 114px; height: 121px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UOl3NIr5o/Sbc8xWa3Z_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/5NEU9ur1d5w/s200/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311781104036308978" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for instilling the cleaning ideas that have helped me over the past 25 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7699827850785922134-2563202964489766446?l=ramblingsbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsbb.blogspot.com/feeds/2563202964489766446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699827850785922134&amp;postID=2563202964489766446' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699827850785922134/posts/default/2563202964489766446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699827850785922134/posts/default/2563202964489766446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsbb.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-brawny.html' title='New Brawny'/><author><name>Blaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473567028681354428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UOl3NIr5o/SP_VXWbegVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3Oz_wv3T3hg/S220/skype+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UOl3NIr5o/Sbc6-2LoQ1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/lcIIpGXWb3Q/s72-c/brawny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699827850785922134.post-5647236088026211938</id><published>2009-03-03T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:46:02.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Movies From A-Z</title><content type='html'>My friend Michelle did this and I want to be like her...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A-Amelie, Across the Universe, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aladin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Braveheart&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bourne&lt;/span&gt; Series, Big, Batman (the new ones), Beauty and the Beast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Centerstage&lt;/span&gt;, Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D-Dave, Dazed and Confused, Dead Poets Society&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E-Emma, Elizabeth, Elizabeth the Golden Age&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;F-Forrest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gump&lt;/span&gt;, Father of the Bride (I&amp;amp;II), Finding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;G-The Godfather (Parts I and II, Sophia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Copola&lt;/span&gt; ruined III), Gladiator, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ghostbusters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H-Harry Potter (all of them), Hello Dolly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I-Indiana Jones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J-James Bond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K-Karate Kid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L- Love Actually, Lord of the Rings Trilogy, League of Their Own, Lion King&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M-Matrix Trilogy, Mary Poppins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Newsie's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O-Ocean's Eleven, Twelve, and Thirteen, Oklahoma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P-Pirates of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Carribean&lt;/span&gt; Series, Pride and Prejudice (BBC version), Philadelphia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Quatumn&lt;/span&gt; of Solace (I know I said James Bond already, but I needed a Q).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;R-Rocky Series (IV is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt;), Robin Hood Prince of Thieves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S- Star Wars Trilogy, Steel Magnolias, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Shawshank&lt;/span&gt; Redemption, Schindler's List&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T- Ten Commandments, Top Gun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;U-Under the Tuscan Sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;V-The Village&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;W-The Wizard of Oz, When Harry Met Sally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;X-X-Men Trilogy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y-You've Got Mail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Z-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Zoolander&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/7699827850785922134-5647236088026211938?l=ramblingsbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsbb.blogspot.com/feeds/5647236088026211938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699827850785922134&amp;postID=5647236088026211938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699827850785922134/posts/default/5647236088026211938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699827850785922134/posts/default/5647236088026211938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsbb.blogspot.com/2009/03/favorite-movies-from-z.html' title='Favorite Movies From A-Z'/><author><name>Blaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473567028681354428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UOl3NIr5o/SP_VXWbegVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3Oz_wv3T3hg/S220/skype+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699827850785922134.post-5746535131863656669</id><published>2009-02-24T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:35:41.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Through a Straw?</title><content type='html'>So I was at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cuppies&lt;/span&gt; and Joe last week to get a little work done for school. As I sat down in getting ready to eat my yummy cupcake and drink my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scrumptious&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chai&lt;/span&gt; (it rivals the Bean and Berry's), I notice a teenage couple on the couch close by.  Now, if anyone has been to  C&amp;amp;J one would no that it is a great people watching place. After settling into my spot and plugging in the Mac I can not help but keep watching these two little love birds on the couch.  They had to be no older than 19, and were dressed very artsy-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fartsyish&lt;/span&gt;.  The girl was giggling and the boy was petting.  Then the girl takes a drink of her coffee.....through a straw!  It was quite bizarre.  Not a regular straw that one might find at a fast-food &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;, but a coffee stirrer straw.  This got under my skin for no good reason I can explain.  She then proceeded to use the straw as a flirting tool.  She would chew on it and giggle.  I found the whole scenario interesting and kinda annoying, but I redirected my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;attention&lt;/span&gt; to my studies and listened to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sigur&lt;/span&gt; Ros.  Once the artsy couple left, my friend Jacquie who works there, came out from the counter to talk.  I was voicing my coffee-straw-observations, when another customer chimed in that she notice it as well, and it bugged her....interesting.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699827850785922134-5746535131863656669?l=ramblingsbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsbb.blogspot.com/feeds/5746535131863656669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699827850785922134&amp;postID=5746535131863656669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699827850785922134/posts/default/5746535131863656669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699827850785922134/posts/default/5746535131863656669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsbb.blogspot.com/2009/02/coffee-through-straw.html' title='Coffee Through a Straw?'/><author><name>Blaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473567028681354428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UOl3NIr5o/SP_VXWbegVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3Oz_wv3T3hg/S220/skype+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699827850785922134.post-1606034624075277923</id><published>2009-02-21T23:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T00:02:06.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UOl3NIr5o/SaEGUBAzCfI/AAAAAAAAAKw/I3HdXqIRGcs/s1600-h/teenwolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UOl3NIr5o/SaEGUBAzCfI/AAAAAAAAAKw/I3HdXqIRGcs/s200/teenwolf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305528776958085618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UOl3NIr5o/SaEF_Q7MivI/AAAAAAAAAKg/dbQpxmPO3rE/s1600-h/%5B20090217091210%5Dmascot_winter09_-72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UOl3NIr5o/SaEF_Q7MivI/AAAAAAAAAKg/dbQpxmPO3rE/s320/%5B20090217091210%5Dmascot_winter09_-72.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305528420452305650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new OKC Thunder mascot "Rumble,"  looks like Teen Wolf....I rest my case.&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;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/7699827850785922134-1606034624075277923?l=ramblingsbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsbb.blogspot.com/feeds/1606034624075277923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699827850785922134&amp;postID=1606034624075277923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699827850785922134/posts/default/1606034624075277923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699827850785922134/posts/default/1606034624075277923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsbb.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-okc-thunder-mascot-rumble-looks.html' title='Rumble'/><author><name>Blaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473567028681354428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UOl3NIr5o/SP_VXWbegVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3Oz_wv3T3hg/S220/skype+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UOl3NIr5o/SaEGUBAzCfI/AAAAAAAAAKw/I3HdXqIRGcs/s72-c/teenwolf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699827850785922134.post-5651516284004634881</id><published>2008-12-08T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:29:55.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#2- National Lampoons Christmas Vacation (1989)</title><content type='html'>Since it is Christmas time, I thought I would add to the list 1980's Christmas movies. This movie shows our favorite family, The Griswold's, and their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;preparations&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;.  Whether it be covering the entire house with lights, bringing home a real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; tree with wildlife and all, or having family members pump sewage waste in your front yard... nothing says Merry Christmas then watching Clark Griswold and his shenanigans. I think my favorite character would have to be the deaf grandma.  Nothing is better then her family prayer of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pledge&lt;/span&gt; of allegiance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699827850785922134-5651516284004634881?l=ramblingsbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsbb.blogspot.com/feeds/5651516284004634881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699827850785922134&amp;postID=5651516284004634881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699827850785922134/posts/default/5651516284004634881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699827850785922134/posts/default/5651516284004634881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsbb.blogspot.com/2008/12/2-national-lampoons-christmas-vacation.html' title='#2- National Lampoons Christmas Vacation (1989)'/><author><name>Blaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473567028681354428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UOl3NIr5o/SP_VXWbegVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3Oz_wv3T3hg/S220/skype+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699827850785922134.post-1579020695436696551</id><published>2008-11-26T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:57:45.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delayed Post</title><content type='html'>I've come the conclusion that I do really well reading blogs, but not great at writing my own. So I promise that I will make more of an effort.  I think I will begin with a series of my thoughts on great 80's movies of my past.  So here it goes...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1-  Xanadu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-1980 musical/romance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I have begun with one that a lot of people have not seen, but this was me and my sisters favorite movie when we were little.  It has Olivia Newton John and Gene Kelley on roller skates= cinema magic. Basically your typical 80's artist meets a real life muse and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wallah&lt;/span&gt; an awesome roller skating night club appears.  Click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7m1UWSD-FaA&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Xanadu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for a little taste.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More thoughts on 80's movies to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699827850785922134-1579020695436696551?l=ramblingsbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsbb.blogspot.com/feeds/1579020695436696551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699827850785922134&amp;postID=1579020695436696551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699827850785922134/posts/default/1579020695436696551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699827850785922134/posts/default/1579020695436696551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsbb.blogspot.com/2008/11/delayed-post.html' title='Delayed Post'/><author><name>Blaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473567028681354428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UOl3NIr5o/SP_VXWbegVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3Oz_wv3T3hg/S220/skype+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699827850785922134.post-3333453316140442071</id><published>2008-10-29T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:49:15.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Eaters</title><content type='html'>There are things in life that I would classify as "time eaters." These are things that grab your attention and 2 hours later you find that you are still doing or looking at the same thing. So here are the things that I know eat up my time, but yet I still go back to them again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Reading blogs&lt;br /&gt;2) Facebook, I realize that both #1&amp;amp;2 can be classified as legalized stalking&lt;br /&gt;3) TV series on DVD...once you start, you can't stop. The latest series to eat up my time would be House. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;4) Looking at books in Barnes &amp;amp; Noble&lt;br /&gt;5) Finding new music on iTunes&lt;br /&gt;6) Tetris on my iPhone, I feel like i'm age six again with my old-school Gameboy&lt;br /&gt;7) eBay....it is a land of bargains through competition...gotta love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few, but I am ashamed to say that many hours of my life have been spent doing these things. Typing all these things out has made me realize that I need to spend more time doing the things I enjoy, but don't do enough. I also realized that all these things can be done alone. I guess I should focus my time more on pouring into other people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699827850785922134-3333453316140442071?l=ramblingsbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsbb.blogspot.com/feeds/3333453316140442071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699827850785922134&amp;postID=3333453316140442071' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699827850785922134/posts/default/3333453316140442071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699827850785922134/posts/default/3333453316140442071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsbb.blogspot.com/2008/10/things-that-eat-up-my-time.html' title='Time Eaters'/><author><name>Blaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473567028681354428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UOl3NIr5o/SP_VXWbegVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3Oz_wv3T3hg/S220/skype+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699827850785922134.post-414421438039048425</id><published>2008-10-12T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:17:02.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelley Green</title><content type='html'>When I was little I used to sing a song called 'Colors.' Here's a little taste..."This is a song about colors,colors. You see them all around. There is red on a stop sign, green on a tree, blue in the sky and sea."  You might ask why I am recounted this childhood tune...well let me answer.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today a group of us got together to help my buds the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dief's&lt;/span&gt; paint their new coffee/ cupcake shop.  Visit their website www.cuppiesandjoe.com.  It's great, but I digress.  As we were all painting throughout the shop we started talking about what color is everyone.  This is not what color looks good on you, but more what color do you personify.  So after much debate here were our conclusions.  We got excited and decided to step off the typical color-wheel,  and to quote my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;roommate&lt;/span&gt;, "who wants to be a primary color?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Callie Moore-canary yellow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt Neal- flint grey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dulce Garcia- ruby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mark Clifford- midnight blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elizabeth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dief&lt;/span&gt;- burnt sienna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Megan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dief&lt;/span&gt;- olive green&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dief&lt;/span&gt;- summer peach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dief&lt;/span&gt;- lavender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Papa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dief&lt;/span&gt;- brick red&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And me...Kelley Green&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So am I Kelley Green?  Those of you who know these people...would you agree?  For those of you who don't know these people...I hope you do soon, because they are splendid.  So these are the quirky things we do on Sunday afternoons.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What color are you?  If you don't know,  I would be happy to make a suggestion (I think I have a gift).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699827850785922134-414421438039048425?l=ramblingsbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsbb.blogspot.com/feeds/414421438039048425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699827850785922134&amp;postID=414421438039048425' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699827850785922134/posts/default/414421438039048425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699827850785922134/posts/default/414421438039048425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsbb.blogspot.com/2008/10/kelley-green.html' title='Kelley Green'/><author><name>Blaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473567028681354428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UOl3NIr5o/SP_VXWbegVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3Oz_wv3T3hg/S220/skype+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699827850785922134.post-6646041449080200744</id><published>2008-10-06T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T09:24:01.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Music</title><content type='html'>I believe that music has seasons.  Some music just sounds better in fall than it does throughout the rest of the year.  I guess fall and winter kinda go hand in hand for me, but here is what's on the fall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iron and Wine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sigur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damien Rice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Swell Season&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Weepies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sufjan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Stevens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kings of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Convenience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joshua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Radin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bob Dylan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the Rhine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andrew Bird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simon and Garfunkel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Guster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nickel Creek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; let's face it, I listen to these all year round, but they do sound better whenever it's getting colder out.  Maybe it's because of the melancholic undertones of all.  I promise I am not depressed, just my music is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's on your fall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699827850785922134-6646041449080200744?l=ramblingsbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsbb.blogspot.com/feeds/6646041449080200744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699827850785922134&amp;postID=6646041449080200744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699827850785922134/posts/default/6646041449080200744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699827850785922134/posts/default/6646041449080200744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsbb.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-music.html' title='Fall Music'/><author><name>Blaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473567028681354428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UOl3NIr5o/SP_VXWbegVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3Oz_wv3T3hg/S220/skype+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699827850785922134.post-7364247022839804384</id><published>2008-09-27T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T23:42:58.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entering the the Blog world</title><content type='html'>I am no longer a blog stalker...I officially have one of my own.  I don't know whether or not if that is a good or a bad thing.  So this blog will be my ramblings about this and that and what not.  So for my first post I thought I would reflect on this time of year.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reasons I love Fall:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)  You don't feel unproductive if you stay inside and read a book and listen to music...it's like the season wants you to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) The colors.  I love all things the color of fall.  If you come into my room, you will see that I try to keep this color palate all year round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) All things pumpkin. The pumpkin cookie at City Bites, pumpkin spice latte at Starbucks, the pumpkin bagel and my new favorite neighborhood bagel shop, pumpkin candles (the best one is from Bath and Body Works...believe me I've tried them all)...you get the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) TV shows start their new seasons.  I have been waiting all summer to see my buds from The Office, House, Grey's, and ER.  Not to mention the Dancing with the Stars has started...love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)Football. As I write this I am sitting on my couch with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt; t-shirt on, waiting for the game to start.  I love me some college football.  Also, my eleven-year-old cousin is in a pee-wee football league.  I've gone to some games and it is great.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) School Supplies-Although I am no longer in grade school, I still feel I sudden urge to go buy school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;supplies&lt;/span&gt;. It reminds of the You've Got Mail quote,  "If I knew your name and address, I would send you a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bouquet&lt;/span&gt; of sharpened pencils."  Now in the working world we can buy office &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;supplies&lt;/span&gt;, but it is not the same.  I love Crayola crayons and markers, Elmer's glue, Five Star notebooks (college ruled of course), BIC mechanical pencils, etc.  Give me the name brand stuff, none of the cheap knock-offs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are just a few reasons why I love fall, as you can see I ramble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699827850785922134-7364247022839804384?l=ramblingsbb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsbb.blogspot.com/feeds/7364247022839804384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699827850785922134&amp;postID=7364247022839804384' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699827850785922134/posts/default/7364247022839804384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699827850785922134/posts/default/7364247022839804384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsbb.blogspot.com/2008/09/entering-the-blog-world.html' title='Entering the the Blog world'/><author><name>Blaire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07473567028681354428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UOl3NIr5o/SP_VXWbegVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3Oz_wv3T3hg/S220/skype+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
