<?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-8106173021678675015</id><updated>2011-09-28T21:24:31.605-06:00</updated><category term='u'/><title type='text'>my name's not lisa</title><subtitle type='html'>my name is not lisa, it's alisa...lisa with an uh...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;unhappened&lt;/span&gt;. i fell in love, fell out of love, but who knew this cold dark heart could love..still miss the boy...but what can you do. i will make a resolution...update my blog more than once a year..i promise..well &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; try, don't hold me to it. but i have one thing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; like to commit to paper, well &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; paper, leggings are a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt;...not a right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106173021678675015-5241623347865797127?l=mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SgpBKaIoPpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Jt3oCLqKJq8/S220/arty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106173021678675015.post-7361993086937602296</id><published>2010-05-20T04:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T04:45:27.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>bad bad and boring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;gosh....guess my life has been pretty uneventful. nothing to talk about. no good pictures to share. i guess it's time to start thinking a little harder about something to write. i could spend a great deal of time talking about some of the lovely people that come into my store and make my life a little nastier every day. or there are the ones that do make it all better. who i absolutely adore. or the bachelorette party i get to attend on monday(and no, not a real bachelorette party, an ali bachelorette party), but it's with my springs family and that could be great. i have tomorrow off, i plan to lay in the sun and look at apartments. with my luck it will rain. also, had a great trip home for easter. the jersey shore easter event was fantastic....highlights including my mother ratting my hair straight up for my "poof" &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473300617597872802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/S_UR6bTY6qI/AAAAAAAAAOo/1Xoeb35exoo/s200/snooks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/S_USPa7mi3I/AAAAAAAAAO4/WUD2Fn6OtL4/s1600/cornhole.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 130px; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473300978275355506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/S_USPa7mi3I/AAAAAAAAAO4/WUD2Fn6OtL4/s200/cornhole.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and the drinking cornhole played with mel, weed, and carl...that was a good time and we had thebest cooler ever and completely drained my parental units&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/S_USPA1uyYI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ZYiuPGD4zfs/s1600/cooler.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 97px; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473300971271408002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/S_USPA1uyYI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ZYiuPGD4zfs/s200/cooler.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; fridges of beer. and yes i said fridges. i guess thats it for now, maybe it's time for a nap.&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/8106173021678675015-7361993086937602296?l=mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/7361993086937602296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/S6nCzEhAfRI/AAAAAAAAANo/-VEyDnZcW3Q/s1600/hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452103006549998866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/S6nCzEhAfRI/AAAAAAAAANo/-VEyDnZcW3Q/s200/hair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/S6nCdWZJDwI/AAAAAAAAANg/vIcC11ZtT54/s1600/footloose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452102633391722242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/S6nCdWZJDwI/AAAAAAAAANg/vIcC11ZtT54/s200/footloose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;March started with mimosas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/S6nEgiGsebI/AAAAAAAAANw/p3oOSvEXWd0/s1600/march.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452104887098440114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/S6nEgiGsebI/AAAAAAAAANw/p3oOSvEXWd0/s200/march.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;continued with tire blowouts on the interstate....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/S6nFRvzRlVI/AAAAAAAAAN4/bJKjoFxJ0YM/s1600/tire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452105732588672338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/S6nFRvzRlVI/AAAAAAAAAN4/bJKjoFxJ0YM/s200/tire.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and is currently dumping 10 inches of snow on my city....all i have to say to march is this....you suck....i'm lucky i have friends who will come pick me up on the side of i-25 and will let me crash on their couch in the event of some insane march madness snow storming. and as usual...if only i could get some sleep i'd be in a much better place right now. but unfortunately, i'm already stressing out over how i'm going to get my car out of this parking lot after the world dumps 4 more inches of snow all over it.....the good news....i have left my snow boots at work for a couple weeks.....and they sure came in handy tonight.&lt;/div&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/8106173021678675015-6832279612628046823?l=mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/6832279612628046823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106173021678675015&amp;postID=6832279612628046823' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106173021678675015.post-4486632661491040510</id><published>2010-03-10T01:04:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T03:11:40.720-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='u'/><title type='text'>december, january, march in pictures, for lack of words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess these months were pretty boring. worked alot....played alot...went home for a minute.but nothing too exciting...after christmas happened many a project... and many an adventure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;some hardcore pool playing cheap beer whiskey shooting jukebox playing fun....i love those kids, even though were not so much kids eve any more. trying to include some pictures...so that's what you are getting....and that's all your getting. all one or two of you who read this....and they are not in chronological order. i did get to take a fantastically short trip home for the holidays...as evidenced here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451753347937461474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/S6iEyQrb5OI/AAAAAAAAAMY/3RDe3CnrJ6w/s200/hmmmm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446915939028619762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/S5dVMAM20fI/AAAAAAAAAL4/qzF5i-bUj9s/s200/dreesandpants.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the best pictures are on fb...of course....the night ended as so...myself, not remembering to pack everything i should have...and justin forgetting the drive home. pretty typical of our night...and our relationship. i miss him....way too much....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106173021678675015-4486632661491040510?l=mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4486632661491040510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106173021678675015&amp;postID=4486632661491040510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/4486632661491040510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/4486632661491040510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/2010/03/december-january-march-in-pictures-for.html' title='december, january, march in pictures, for lack of words.'/><author><name>aar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SgpBKaIoPpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Jt3oCLqKJq8/S220/arty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/S6iEyQrb5OI/AAAAAAAAAMY/3RDe3CnrJ6w/s72-c/hmmmm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106173021678675015.post-1570702734594248923</id><published>2010-01-26T00:26:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T20:34:30.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how many trips does it take become a regular...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://partners.static.cityvoter.com/GetImage.ashx?img=00/00/00/02/46/08/24608-100611.jpg&amp;amp;w=377"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 377px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://partners.static.cityvoter.com/GetImage.ashx?img=00/00/00/02/46/08/24608-100611.jpg&amp;amp;w=377" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;jd's bait shop....we've been there five times....the waitresses still ask us for i.d.s... not hugs. we name dropped a friend and suddenly she remembered us from friday...so i think we are well on our way to making regular status. plus the chicken fingers and fries are amazing....and the ranch....s0me of the best i've had....pitchers of 5 barrell and 6 minutes from christophers...can it get any better? yes it can...when they no longer id us...and know to bring some chicken fingers...with 2 tubs of ranch. i've never seen anyone more obsessed with ranch than myself....christopher takes the cake. he can down a tub before i can even dip my first french fry...weird. this place is nuts...last friday this was the playlist....tupac, boot scootin boogie, another rap song, and on to techno/trance/euro screaming shit...and then...metal. this goes to show the random assortment of people at this bar. so basically, we have to work on the playlist, but we'll keep the beer, chicken fingers, and ranch....oh, and i there have never been that many people in front of the place, but i guess i've never been there in daylight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106173021678675015-1570702734594248923?l=mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/1570702734594248923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106173021678675015&amp;postID=1570702734594248923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/S0gIJNEURdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/uAWo5_t5dGw/s1600-h/future.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424594705387374034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/S0gIJNEURdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/uAWo5_t5dGw/s200/future.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this notebook is my future....that gold pen will earn me millions..this handbag has a shoulder strap....i just talked to justin...i just talked to christopher....i just texted tyson...my life is complete...except my life may need some straight men....just might....goodbye 2009...i will not miss you...not one single bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106173021678675015-5974326920159727281?l=mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/S0gIJNEURdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/uAWo5_t5dGw/s72-c/future.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106173021678675015.post-3035063120013602948</id><published>2010-01-08T20:37:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T20:23:52.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU....</title><content type='html'>so....some shit has been happening in my life, but then things happen and you feel very lucky for what you have. i'm thankful for my big sis...she makes colorado feel like home...if i can't have my mommy...at least i finally get the advantages of having a big sister....i'm grateful for my friends...both local....an hour away by car....and an hour away by plane....or 2 hours away by plane....i love them all...i love that i drove an hour to watch the bachelor with the coolest chicks in colorado this week....i also love that none of them had seen jersey shore....and now they all have jersey shore nicknames. i love that i got to go home for christmas...and not only did i get to play with all the peeps in slc...but i got to see my elliot....amazing...and i'm happy i've got christopher. to entertain me. he's fantastic, and never disappoints in the drama area. things are good. better than i think they are...and i have to remember that. this is so cheesey...i'm have to go, i'm going to be sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106173021678675015-3035063120013602948?l=mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/3035063120013602948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106173021678675015&amp;postID=3035063120013602948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417971311483156498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SzCAM8A1-BI/AAAAAAAAAIM/AJPcuqb1McU/s200/mutty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;home sweet home. i can't wait to see that guy....i can't wait to be home...so many reasons. so many people i can't wait &lt;a href="http://www.saltlakemagazine.com/images/cache/011067850e02feff7e9144c32e9fde15.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.saltlakemagazine.com/images/cache/011067850e02feff7e9144c32e9fde15.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to see. so many cheeseburgers, rio salads, and my mom's amazing breakfasts(brad pitt's mom's favorite breakfast casserole to be specific, breakfast is caroles best meal) to cram into three way too short days. i get to see my dog....and happy...who i don't claim as my dog...but i love him almost just as much.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417971316425333762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SzCANObJnAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/s2kBF1CuvWg/s200/hapster.jpg" /&gt; i get to see my hairstylist(which reminds me i got a compliment on my haircolor today, despite the fact i haven't had it colored since september, damn annie, your good)...i'm sure i'll get to get into a fight with my little sister....spend quality time with my kitty cat, who i still manage to miss every single damn day....i can't wait to spend some q.t. with my grandma bunny and the rest of the fam...without crying the whole time like i did on thanksgiving because i was only in town for six hours and i knew i was going to have to say goodbye in like ten minutes....and i'm excited for three days in a row away from work...i need a break. it's been a challenge of a holiday season for me. if you work in retail, i do not recommend changing stores in november....especially if you're going from a teeny tiny store to a big bad monster store...but that's beside the point. i c&lt;a href="http://www.world-guides.com/images/denver/denver_airport2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.world-guides.com/images/denver/denver_airport2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;an't wait to go home. i can't wait to relax. i can't wait to be around the people i love, and the people who helped me become who i am, and the people who help me figure out this new life in denver via phone and internet and everyway else. now...dear denver....please let the snowstorm hit after my flight has departed...cause i have a fun jam packed day of dates/appointments and parties planned....and you will not ruin it by panicking about snow like you always do.....denver international airport...that is my christmas wish....don't postpone my flight....please...wait until 7 a.m. on wednesday morning to start freaking out about the impending doom of snow....only 6 whole inches of snow....p.s. that's called snowing. it happens all the time in utah...and rarely do we freak out...but that is beside the point....let me fly out on time... that's all i want....thanks to santa and rudolph...in advance...i'm pretty sure i'll be up all night in anticipation of checking in for my flight....if only this girl knew how to sleep....maybe i should pack.....not likely.&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/8106173021678675015-2916187584665568365?l=mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2916187584665568365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106173021678675015.post-1723783508995306304</id><published>2009-12-05T23:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:24:59.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the name says it all....wow</title><content type='html'>thank you matty for the phone call tonight...reminding me to watch sytcd...or better yet...you tube the special guests....lately i feel it's been a bit lackluster...so i catch up on the tivo with the nieces...but mister matty green had me intrigued...i rushed up the five flights of stairs, and despite being out of breath dug the computer out of the pile of clothes it had fallen into over night and you tube that shit a.s.a.p...also...matty wanted to hear my reaction....t was damn good...but not good picture, and i was a little distracted....therefore my i feel my reaction was a bit dissapointing...two hours later...after catching up on glee(so happy to have my permanent internet connection and computer power back)and also after wondering why i found the asian boy on glee so fascinating i am left with a new obsession...the legion of extraordinary dancers....starring and choreographed by the asian boy from glee...technically "other asian" in the credits, but that is beside the point...after doing my obsessive internet research on this situation....2010 can not come fast enough...and why did it take so long for dance to become a super power? also, a dance movie minus the boy/girl expensive dance school/parent/ interracial drama...lets just dance...who knows what took so long. all i can say is thank you jonmchu. and....legion of extraordinary dancers....i can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KDmjLeqQwsM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KDmjLeqQwsM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKuS15g2mI0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKuS15g2mI0&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing....more to come as the obsession grows...f....thanks alot matty g...when are you joining the crew buddy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106173021678675015-1723783508995306304?l=mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/1723783508995306304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106173021678675015&amp;postID=1723783508995306304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/1723783508995306304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/1723783508995306304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/Sv5vEPoDWbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/jyd0vQyQnpQ/s200/l_fa796d10d21844bb8e58c87dbda0df8d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here.....http://www.blogotheque.net/-Concerts-a-emporter-?lang=en...now. i realize there is a way to create a link and send you there. but the lack of sleep and complete annoyance at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; now prevents me from figuring out how to do it at the moment...but any way...just go old school, copy and paste, it will be like when you were in elementary school, maybe even junior high and you actually had to check books out of the library and copy pages out of the encyclopedia and dictionary....yep i do remember doing that...i have no clue how i ever lived without &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;...well that is completely beside my point....back to the matter at hand. delta spirit...watch it....you'll thank me later, even though you had to do a little extra work....it will totally be worth it...first watch delta spirit. they are truly the best. not only is their music amazing, but they are good kids...trust me....i know, in almost more ways than one. but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/Sv5oEkq8BMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/oW64aUVGfu0/s1600-h/sunglasses.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403871030663709890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/Sv5oEkq8BMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/oW64aUVGfu0/s200/sunglasses.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;at's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; another story. for another time....i especially love when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;matt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; decides he's going to dance with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jameson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on the trolley....really? yes!!!! i love it....and when you're done with them...which may never happen. check out cold war kids....white rabbit...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*my original l.o.v.e.*ahhh i could go on forever. i love this blog. and i plan on learning french...just so i can read it in it's original form. just like i plan to learn to use my sewing machine and guitar. go me. really i wish i could sleep. i have to work in the a.m. and all i really want is some sleep in my life....wouldn't it be nice. and it may help me fight off the bug i feel coming on, let's just keep hoping it's allergies....allergic to what? who knows...maybe sleep...cause the stuffiness presented while attempting to sleep &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt; night....and decreased while i was working at the barn today...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, do they make a remedy for people allergic to sleep whose symptoms diminish while working? doubtful. but this miracle medication would certainly prevent these useless posts....and based on what i learned earlier this morning...my eventual death which will*absolutely &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;positively&lt;/span&gt;* be a result of sleeplessness....&lt;br /&gt;sweet dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and in other utterly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;distracting &lt;/span&gt;news, i think my neighbor is a drug dealer....love the hood. and by the way &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. crackhead banging on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. drug dealer neighbors door...shut the f up...clearly he's snorted his supply and you need to come back later. he doesn't want your money right now...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt; its one thirty in the morning....stop banging on the door. you're driving me crazy. and keeping me awake! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; maybe that one isn't your fault.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106173021678675015-6749456506091248472?l=mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/6749456506091248472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106173021678675015&amp;postID=6749456506091248472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/6749456506091248472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/6749456506091248472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/2009/11/go.html' title='go...'/><author><name>aar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SgpBKaIoPpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Jt3oCLqKJq8/S220/arty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/Sv5vEPoDWbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/jyd0vQyQnpQ/s72-c/l_fa796d10d21844bb8e58c87dbda0df8d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106173021678675015.post-8484018041572492492</id><published>2009-11-13T08:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T08:52:10.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tobkes.othellomaster.com/images/sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://tobkes.othellomaster.com/images/sleep.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;courtesy of wikipedia: sleep is a naturally recurring state of relatively suspended sensory and motor activity, characterized by total or patial unconsciousness and the inactivity of nearly all voluntary muscles...it is observed in all mammalsm birds, many reptiles, amphibians, and fish....oh and the best part...regular sleep is essential for survival...even fruit flies sleep....but not me. Well that is not entirely true. I think i slept from 3 a.m. until 5 a.m....that's enough right? i  quit. the first couple days in my new apartment i slept beautifully. i thought great things were happening....i fell asleep before midnight, and woke up wonderfully for work. those days are clearly over. i guess it really is time to come up with something to do during these waking hours...other than indulging in hulu...this sucks....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106173021678675015-8484018041572492492?l=mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/8484018041572492492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106173021678675015&amp;postID=8484018041572492492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/8484018041572492492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/8484018041572492492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/2009/11/sleep.html' title='sleep'/><author><name>aar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SgpBKaIoPpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Jt3oCLqKJq8/S220/arty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106173021678675015.post-4298701299970586990</id><published>2009-11-09T19:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T16:45:05.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the babysitters club....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/Svyd4dKaSzI/AAAAAAAAAHs/WXXEk6_Fczc/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403367246164282162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/Svyd4dKaSzI/AAAAAAAAAHs/WXXEk6_Fczc/s200/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/Svyd4AmoFKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/2qloDwcXuzg/s1600-h/izzo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403367238497997986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/Svyd4AmoFKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/2qloDwcXuzg/s200/izzo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/Svyd3370NYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/y6zTqpGlEX4/s1600-h/cdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403367236170954114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/Svyd3370NYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/y6zTqpGlEX4/s200/cdog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i loved the babysitters club books...i think about them and i remember certain pieces of my childhood vividly...let's face it, i'm no claudia, kristy, mallory, or marianne...but i know how to entertain small children. preferably girls...as long as you have project runway on demand or so you think you can dance on your tivo....and i can teach you how to play chutes and ladders...after i look up the directions online. we had a great time....pizza on the couch... cupcakes for apps and dessert...root beer and sprite(in minimal quantities of course)...i'm sort of starting to think they like me...weird...i know...what's weirder...i really like them...the make me laugh...and i love their new short do's...&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/8106173021678675015-4298701299970586990?l=mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4298701299970586990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106173021678675015&amp;postID=4298701299970586990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/4298701299970586990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/4298701299970586990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/2009/11/babysitters-club.html' title='the babysitters club....'/><author><name>aar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SgpBKaIoPpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Jt3oCLqKJq8/S220/arty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/Svyd4dKaSzI/AAAAAAAAAHs/WXXEk6_Fczc/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106173021678675015.post-3398304808268058281</id><published>2009-10-24T22:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:28:05.718-06:00</updated><title type='text'>home sweet home...rabbit hello?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SukMxPNZFhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/iVJecxmdDaM/s1600-h/fuckinghipster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397859668416075282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SukMxPNZFhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/iVJecxmdDaM/s200/fuckinghipster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just called justin...he answered the phone" rabbit...hello?" apparently there was a rabbit crossing the street...whatever. in colorado a rabbit would equal a fox or a squirrel...no rabbit's allowed. sooooo, in other news found my new apartment today, wait back to my point... this is why i love him...he's as totally random as i am which equals absolutely random!!! i miss our adventures..they were super fun, and i never got bored or lacked fashion advice or business aspirations...the back pocket here we come...after he wins the lottery...and  in honor of my best friend forever, i will share our favorite quote....courtesy of an interior designer who is quite handsome and lives with simon who designs the barneys department store windows which are world renound...(someday that will be me)...find people to love and share your life with...surrender to your relationships...and make them as happy and sweet as you possibly can....thank you jonathan adler for your fantastic words, and fantastic designs. and thank you justin....for being my bffffff...forever....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106173021678675015-3398304808268058281?l=mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/3398304808268058281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106173021678675015&amp;postID=3398304808268058281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/3398304808268058281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/3398304808268058281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/2009/10/home-sweet-homerabbit-hello.html' title='home sweet home...rabbit hello?'/><author><name>aar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SgpBKaIoPpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Jt3oCLqKJq8/S220/arty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SukMxPNZFhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/iVJecxmdDaM/s72-c/fuckinghipster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106173021678675015.post-8518240311758418844</id><published>2009-10-21T02:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T02:11:04.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVING</title><content type='html'>stresses me out....i think i'll change my mind...period...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106173021678675015-8518240311758418844?l=mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/8518240311758418844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106173021678675015&amp;postID=8518240311758418844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/8518240311758418844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/8518240311758418844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/2009/10/moving.html' title='MOVING'/><author><name>aar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SgpBKaIoPpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Jt3oCLqKJq8/S220/arty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106173021678675015.post-5302267916306297938</id><published>2009-10-10T22:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T22:31:28.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the tool academy....i love it</title><content type='html'>this show is amazing...i love it...it makes me sooooo happy! here is the lineup:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old tool....he's 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;manscaping&lt;/span&gt; tool&lt;br /&gt;giant tool&lt;br /&gt;guy liner tool&lt;br /&gt;hillbilly tool&lt;br /&gt;shit &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;talkin&lt;/span&gt; tool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dancin&lt;/span&gt; tool&lt;br /&gt;strong island tool&lt;br /&gt;b boy wannabe tool&lt;br /&gt;tat-tool&lt;br /&gt;"special" tool...say what?&lt;br /&gt;spray tan tool...yup, he's orange&lt;br /&gt;really...shit like this makes a girl want to swear off dudes forever&lt;br /&gt;for real...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106173021678675015-5302267916306297938?l=mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/5302267916306297938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106173021678675015&amp;postID=5302267916306297938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/5302267916306297938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/5302267916306297938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/2009/10/tool-academyi-love-it.html' title='the tool academy....i love it'/><author><name>aar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SgpBKaIoPpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Jt3oCLqKJq8/S220/arty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106173021678675015.post-419879709927742203</id><published>2009-10-10T20:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T20:40:43.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>24 degrees....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/StFDC7bq9BI/AAAAAAAAAHM/s4hgrEyzNH4/s1600-h/frozencar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391163946531746834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/StFDC7bq9BI/AAAAAAAAAHM/s4hgrEyzNH4/s200/frozencar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss the sun...i miss breathing through my nose...i miss not sounding like a grumpy old man when i talk... i went from beach and sunshine to complete and total winter...from lathering my self in sunscreen to my car being COMPLETELY covered in ice. it took over 20 minutes to scrape that shit off my windows...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; seen cold...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been cold, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; waited for my windshield to defrost multiple times...especially since my car has issues in that department. but this was unprecedented....it seemed like three inches thick of ice...i realize it wasn't that much...but seriously...this was thick...and annoying...not only were there multiple people strolling down &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tejon&lt;/span&gt; street enjoying the crisp fall air who enjoyed my ice fight, i swear my neighbors were laughing in their warm and cozy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;apts&lt;/span&gt; while i played war with the elements....luckily little sister gave me a sweet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scraper&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; last year so i had an edge...i learned(after ten unproductive minutes) that if you turn the scraper on its side and dig in....then the ice becomes much less resistant... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;....so frustrating. now i understand why there wasn't any traffic down my street today...no one had the energy to deal with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-icing their cars...and i totally understand. so i came up to good old &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;parker&lt;/span&gt; to babysit...the babies are sleeping...although they aren't babies anymore...i don't have the energy to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rescrape&lt;/span&gt; tonight...so i sure hope it warms up in the morning...please...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106173021678675015-419879709927742203?l=mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/419879709927742203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106173021678675015&amp;postID=419879709927742203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/419879709927742203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/419879709927742203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/2009/10/24-degrees.html' title='24 degrees....'/><author><name>aar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SgpBKaIoPpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Jt3oCLqKJq8/S220/arty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/StFDC7bq9BI/AAAAAAAAAHM/s4hgrEyzNH4/s72-c/frozencar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106173021678675015.post-7345859702093908759</id><published>2009-10-02T23:16:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T23:40:34.725-06:00</updated><title type='text'>san juan rockystrano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SsbeQNWUsrI/AAAAAAAAAG8/XBcujbm5-bw/s1600-h/sunsizzle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388238374237942450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SsbeQNWUsrI/AAAAAAAAAG8/XBcujbm5-bw/s200/sunsizzle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is where i spent the last week...the beach...san juan capistrano to be exact...i used to vacation here as a child...i remember doing cartwheels(left handed of course) in the sandy sand and burying multiple family members until only there heads were visible...thanks to my sweet sweet mama mia, we've been coming back lately...this was my second year...willy's third...it's the best vacation ever....despite the rocks...the beach that was formerly soft and sandy is now populated by rocks and disgusting BIRD feathers...and the occasional dead bird...not a good situation...luckily for my, our house this year was dope...yep i just used dope as and adjective! so much nicer than last year...and after sisi left...i got my own room and caught a cold, but that is beside the point. the point of this soooo long run on sentence is ...big willy...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388241484957088434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SsbhFRrj-rI/AAAAAAAAAHE/IEQ2Ue65iOI/s200/wilson.jpg" /&gt;he is a true roberson....drinkin' straight out the bottle...(ha ha i kid i kid) the life of the party....we waited 4 days for him to arrive, and when he did...he didn't disappoint. Not only did he make everyone laugh, he smashed into those waves like there was no tomorrow...once he got out there, so did lydia and emma....he led the pack...he enchanted every visitor...and somehow managed to always have sand in his pants....sweet little niece isabel even considered calling her new stuffed dolphin big willy(out of seven options i suggested this was the only one she repeated). Basically he rules...and then tonight, our last night, he turned into the beach monster....somebody pass the e and a pacifier...and if you don't know what that means...it's probably a good thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;background music provided by carole and isabel....&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-51ce61d6fcef51ec" 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://v16.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D51ce61d6fcef51ec%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331597174%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D52E26A8740CE0274B539FFEC98C868C45DCA7645.168A42F6BBED0BE5A307BB7A6AE2BD127CB385D5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D51ce61d6fcef51ec%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPl-zCAwLziXV0tuu4G66dOJlV0U&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://v16.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D51ce61d6fcef51ec%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331597174%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D52E26A8740CE0274B539FFEC98C868C45DCA7645.168A42F6BBED0BE5A307BB7A6AE2BD127CB385D5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D51ce61d6fcef51ec%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPl-zCAwLziXV0tuu4G66dOJlV0U&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/8106173021678675015-7345859702093908759?l=mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/7345859702093908759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106173021678675015&amp;postID=7345859702093908759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/7345859702093908759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/7345859702093908759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/2009/10/san-juan-rockystrano.html' title='san juan rockystrano'/><author><name>aar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SgpBKaIoPpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Jt3oCLqKJq8/S220/arty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SsbeQNWUsrI/AAAAAAAAAG8/XBcujbm5-bw/s72-c/sunsizzle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106173021678675015.post-6541302457463566117</id><published>2009-09-14T11:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:19:25.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>purple</title><content type='html'>purple has been my favorite color for over a year. i remember when it started. i was at urban outfitters in the cherry creek mall...i saw the long purple cardigan...and it changed my life...forget the fact that we were doing a little drunk shopping...one awkward happy hour at the sushi restaurant sure took it's toll on me....that poor woman, throwing herself at the bartender, "accidentally" leaving her purse hanging on the bar...but that is a story in and of itself. urban was was calling our name....rocking out to m.i.a.(before she got knocked up and wore that tragic outfit at some awards show)the purple cardigan called me....try me, buy me...not only did i buy the precious sweater, i bought purple pants...and the purple party was born...but wait, maybe it was born in at american apparel earlier in the day, when i bought my first eggplant scarf....or did i get my purple suede boots first...i'm getting confused....well no matter where it started, i'm pretty sure it began sometime in 2007..whether it be seattle or denver i'm not so sure, but certainly wasn't in saltizzle... it's still rocking on. Fast forward....4 purple sweaters....1 pair of purple boots...multiple purple eyeshadows and liners...and two purple scarves later...i'm helping sister pick out paint....for the room that i briefly occupied, but is more frequently slept in by my dear sweet father...she wants a chocolate accent wall...while i love the idea of the accent wall.... that's a little too typical....you may live in suburbia, but your paint colors do NOT need to be generic...we're working with some pb bedding....purples grays golds....very interesting....so i suggest a dark almost brown/black purple....plum brown is it's name...and damn...it's fantastic!!! Ron schlepped that stuff on the wall while we were out shopping for pillow shams and pizza...and it's the most amazing color ever....i'll have to take a picture....it's beautiful...makes its point, but doesn't scream purple. my poor dad...he hates purple and he's had to paint yet another wall purple. the best part....watching design star the night after the paint....and seeing all the purple they used...this girls got skills....paint picking out skills....and she accepts cash....or free meals and a air conditioned home to sleep in....and dear dad...i'm sorry about all the purple..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106173021678675015-6541302457463566117?l=mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/6541302457463566117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106173021678675015&amp;postID=6541302457463566117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/6541302457463566117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/6541302457463566117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/2009/09/purple.html' title='purple'/><author><name>aar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SgpBKaIoPpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Jt3oCLqKJq8/S220/arty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106173021678675015.post-6537884667052199163</id><published>2009-08-18T16:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T16:28:40.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'>on turning 28</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SosqFObKYdI/AAAAAAAAAGc/QZmXQiFj3PI/s1600-h/isabelbirthdaynecklace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371433249829183954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SosqFObKYdI/AAAAAAAAAGc/QZmXQiFj3PI/s200/isabelbirthdaynecklace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yuck...i'm old. that's all i've got. Oh, and i think my dad forgot my birthday. Which is hilarious...i did get to spend the day with my hilarious nieces and big sis....who gave me lovely and (in the opinion of two 4 year olds)obnoxious necklace. isabel decided to model it for us....i believe there are red velvet cupcakes and some booze in my immediate future! so thanks for the birthday wishes...but please...make it stop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106173021678675015-6537884667052199163?l=mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/6537884667052199163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106173021678675015&amp;postID=6537884667052199163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/6537884667052199163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/6537884667052199163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-turning-28.html' title='on turning 28'/><author><name>aar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SgpBKaIoPpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Jt3oCLqKJq8/S220/arty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SosqFObKYdI/AAAAAAAAAGc/QZmXQiFj3PI/s72-c/isabelbirthdaynecklace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106173021678675015.post-8869959230648367358</id><published>2009-08-12T23:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T18:11:41.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OOPS</title><content type='html'>this was meant to be at the end of the dreamboat musician post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e1ff8b97f1183400" 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://v21.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De1ff8b97f1183400%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331597174%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D31E0A387D9174352203E911068CBA386C4ABBB7.837D0845CD631D4FCE55C6E5CC25E36F986DBE2D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De1ff8b97f1183400%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dlrr8egYsb8NLgGawgN0FIJJ16hU&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://v21.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De1ff8b97f1183400%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331597174%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D31E0A387D9174352203E911068CBA386C4ABBB7.837D0845CD631D4FCE55C6E5CC25E36F986DBE2D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De1ff8b97f1183400%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dlrr8egYsb8NLgGawgN0FIJJ16hU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;\&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;thank you mom, grandma, k.a...crystal, katie k., misty lou, and mistermattyg...for a wonderfully salt filled trip...you make me wish a stayed in that silly city. but only for a minute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106173021678675015-8869959230648367358?l=mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e1ff8b97f1183400&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/8869959230648367358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106173021678675015&amp;postID=8869959230648367358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/8869959230648367358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/8869959230648367358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/2009/08/oops.html' title='OOPS'/><author><name>aar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SgpBKaIoPpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Jt3oCLqKJq8/S220/arty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106173021678675015.post-5577588334402121426</id><published>2009-08-12T23:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:35:01.015-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i think i heart this guy...</title><content type='html'>want to know who he is....here are some hints...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yep he's super dreamy...looks good in a vest...and hasa an a-line haircut....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369313388412764834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SoOiFDQXgqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/c8F5RKk7FP0/s200/edward-cullen-new-moon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;....nope it's not him...that was so two weeks or maybe three weeks ago...this is really him...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369313848399449394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SoOif01vTTI/AAAAAAAAAGU/gvDSuXiGghM/s200/caleb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;he's a dreamboat with a squeaky sexy voice....turquiose plus black vest equals the outfit i wore last week...watch this video....and fall in LUST!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106173021678675015-5577588334402121426?l=mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/5577588334402121426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106173021678675015&amp;postID=5577588334402121426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/5577588334402121426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/5577588334402121426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-i-heart-this-guy.html' title='i think i heart this guy...'/><author><name>aar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SgpBKaIoPpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Jt3oCLqKJq8/S220/arty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SoOiFDQXgqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/c8F5RKk7FP0/s72-c/edward-cullen-new-moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106173021678675015.post-5000838446993874751</id><published>2009-08-04T18:09:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T19:08:05.692-06:00</updated><title type='text'>drumped dolphins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;have you ever had a friend who makes everything fun? that friend who loves you no matter how many times you make him watch xanadu....and who only gets a little mad when you staple gun his sketch pad to his desk...the kind of friend who makes you cd boxes out of record sleeves and homeade christmas cards.  That one who helps you bartend you mothers parties  and enjoys spray painting everything? How bout one who enjoys making up new words...in addition to new meanings for existing words. Well i have, he rules, in fact i still have him....but he moved to seattle and i miss him...plus...he's pretty funny and has the most random adventures....i asked him to liven up this boringness....to share some seattle adventuring...justin elliot tholen...the soapbox is yours:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SnjYFjJX4NI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4XqSyOb5bKY/s1600-h/cart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366276545857446098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SnjYFjJX4NI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4XqSyOb5bKY/s200/cart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE THIS FRIEND THAT I USED TO PUSH AROUND SALT LICK CITY IN A SHOPPING CART.WE ALSO DID SOME GATEWAY SAFARIS, COUCH DANCING, EUROTRASH MIX TAPES, DUMPING OUT SQUIRT TO FILL THE BOTTLE WITH CHAMPAGNE, AND THE SUCH. PRETTY GREAT TIMES. IN OUR ADVANCED YEARS, WE’VE BOTH EXCAPED THE SALT LICK. SHE LIVES AT THE GATEWAY TO PIKE’S PEAK (THIRD NATURAL WONDER OF THE WORLD AFTER THE EIFFEL TOWER AND THE HOOVER&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SnjYjQhckQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/PfRRnf-_YLk/s1600-h/drink+and+dash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366277056254218498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SnjYjQhckQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/PfRRnf-_YLk/s200/drink+and+dash.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DAM) AND I LIVE IN A RAINY CITY IN THE UPPER LEFT CORNER. AS A RESULT OF LONG DISTANCE, BAR TABS GET PAID, PANTS DON’T GET RIPPED, CHAMPAGNE STAYS ON THE SHELF, GENERAL DECORUM IS MAINTAINED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JK. DECORUM IS NOT MY MIDDLE NAME. EVENT OF THE WEEKEND: “BACON STRIP”, OR “AWKWARD EXPERIMENTS IN DRAG”. SEATTLE IS EDGY, DIFFERENT, KNOWINGLY-OBNOXIOUSLY-HIP, AND THE SELF-PROCLAIMED BACON CAPITAL OF THE UPPER LEFT CORNER. THIS WEEK, "BACON STRIP" CONSISTED OF SCI-FI-THEMED-MEDIUM-TO-BAD-DRAG ACTS AND BACON. OH, ALSO CAKE-SITTING, CAKE-FIGHTING, AND CUPCAKES FOR (GLENN?)(DON?)(AL?)’S BIRTHDAY. THEY FORGOT TO PLAY GOOD MUSIC. AND NO ONE DANCED. AND I HAD TO PRETEND THAT I DIDN’T SEE SOMEONE (GUH). IN ONE WORD: BUSTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT TO WORRY, I LATER GOT MY LASHES TINTED (NO MORE PESKY EYELINER OR MASCARA! NOT THAT I KNEW I NEEDED IT, BUT NOW I KNOW, AND KNOWING IS HALF THE BATTLE). ALSO – LOTS OF FUN TIMES: A HEATED NEAR ALTERACATION BETWEEN FRIENDS (EACH OTHER’S FORMER “PLUS-ONE”), A MAN DRESSED REALLY BADLY AS A REALLY BADLY DRESSED GRACE (YOU KNOW THE ONE), A BASEMENT-GARAGE-DRIVEWAY SWING (THIS EXISTS!), A CLOSED TACO STAND (NOT BETO’S), AND A STACK OF PANCAKES AND A QUESADILLA AT 4AM (MAYBE 5AM). LIKE I SAID DECORUM’S NOT MY MIDDLE NAME. NEXT WEEK: DETOX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;JET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366267332080821826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SnjPtPJ15kI/AAAAAAAAAFc/bcWbR960S_8/s200/jet.jpg" /&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/8106173021678675015-5000838446993874751?l=mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/5000838446993874751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106173021678675015&amp;postID=5000838446993874751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/5000838446993874751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/5000838446993874751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/2009/08/drumped-dolphins.html' title='drumped dolphins...'/><author><name>aar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SgpBKaIoPpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Jt3oCLqKJq8/S220/arty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SnjYFjJX4NI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4XqSyOb5bKY/s72-c/cart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106173021678675015.post-7820748132640127947</id><published>2009-08-02T20:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:56:41.851-06:00</updated><title type='text'>one plus one plus one equals my sad new obsession...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SnZOmxvAYjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/YdRrWSaaS5c/s1600-h/invite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365562434151014962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SnZOmxvAYjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/YdRrWSaaS5c/s200/invite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SnZOmsOV67I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Mkp3-Clr-VM/s1600-h/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365562432671837106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SnZOmsOV67I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Mkp3-Clr-VM/s200/twilight.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SnZOmYGDJgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/m42d7_xvBnk/s1600-h/twilightbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365562427268343298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SnZOmYGDJgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/m42d7_xvBnk/s200/twilightbook.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;these are the very elements that have led to my emotional downfall. this book, movie, and adorable invitation courtesy of cheryl, have left my life in shambles. Seriously.  I have been vehemently opposed to these whole twilight thing since it started. i mocked, teased, tormented...basically if you loved it, i thought just a little bit less of you. Well karma  is a bitch...and she tempted me ....here's what happened:  Life in the Springs is good, but my social life is still a bit boring...so when a social gathering was dangled in front of me i was willing to do what i had to do to be there.  Basically i was told if i wanted friends, i had to read twilight. If i wanted to come to the party...i had to read twilight, because it was a twilight party which included watching the movie and playing the board game...oh and to go to a twilight party it's a good idea to read all 4 books, memorize every line in the movie(including the stupid spider monkey bit). My entire social life depended on my reading the stupid book.  So...i did it. Shit. I did it, and i totally got sucked in. Not only did i read the first book in 2 days...i read all 4 in a week and a half. I stayed up all night(not that i sleep much anyway) reading and reading and reading....who does that? Really, why are vampires and ridiculously stupid teenage girls so fascinating.  They suck you in completely. Maybe it was that i could relate to Bella's clumsiness, i did knock 3 out of 4 front teeth out of my mouth before i was 6, or maybe the way Edward dressed in his designer clothing sparkled when he was in the sunlight...i do love things that are sparkly. i don't really know why...but apparently everyone who reads these books has the same problem...i was depressed for at least a week after i had finished....do i even know who i am anymore? did i really succumb to the twilight pressure? YES, YES I DID... and i'm a little sorry i did.....but i do get to go to a party!!!&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/8106173021678675015-7820748132640127947?l=mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/7820748132640127947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106173021678675015&amp;postID=7820748132640127947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/7820748132640127947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/7820748132640127947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-plus-one-plus-one-equals-my-sad-new.html' title='one plus one plus one equals my sad new obsession...'/><author><name>aar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SgpBKaIoPpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Jt3oCLqKJq8/S220/arty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SnZOmxvAYjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/YdRrWSaaS5c/s72-c/invite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106173021678675015.post-88372787572138365</id><published>2009-07-23T23:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:35:06.309-06:00</updated><title type='text'>dear linsey rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SmlGf6bgMOI/AAAAAAAAACs/HxdVcKBy9Xg/s1600-h/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 117px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 126px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361894345435787490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SmlGf6bgMOI/AAAAAAAAACs/HxdVcKBy9Xg/s320/rose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i promise you, the only one who checks for an update so can you can curse at me.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;new post soon...it's in the works....but since for the first time in three nights i actually feel tired and may actually be able to sleep...therefore, i am off to count sheep....hopefully only 15 or something....but i'll be back soon, or i promise you can drop some more f bombs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106173021678675015-88372787572138365?l=mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/88372787572138365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106173021678675015&amp;postID=88372787572138365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/88372787572138365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/88372787572138365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-linsey-rose.html' title='dear linsey rose'/><author><name>aar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SgpBKaIoPpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Jt3oCLqKJq8/S220/arty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SmlGf6bgMOI/AAAAAAAAACs/HxdVcKBy9Xg/s72-c/rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106173021678675015.post-1401626348696912637</id><published>2009-05-12T21:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:06:25.435-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today an amazing thing happened...i went to the market to purchase some groceries and drop off the recyclables.....while pulling into my parking space i saw a vaguely familiar looking man wearing cowboy boots being followed by a man carrying a video camera..turns out it was this guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 106px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335150823585800626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SgpDaD724bI/AAAAAAAAABA/u3xotGQJsk4/s320/bb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;his name is bobby brown...he's a bail bondsman here in Colorado springs...I've driven by his fancy old Victorian home/ bail bondsman office many a time not knowing his connection to the dog....intrigued by what was happening and by tales of seeing dwayne "the dog" chapman in many a local colorado grocery store, i started walking a little bit slower...and  was greatly rewarded...a dark grey humungo suv pulled up next to the subway sandwich shop and a great clips(i'm not sure which was the target)...and the dog jumped out the suv and ran into the building...i tried walking even slower to see what happened next, but i can't walk that slow. i did however, leave my shopping bags in the car...i was so distracted, how could i have remembered them....so i slowly made my way back to the car, but nothing ever happened. it's as if... he appeared and then suddenly disappeared. i do however, feel very blessed for the vision i received. Even though i only saw the back of him, it's nice to know the bleached blond waist length mullet is real, he really does wear leather chaps in 85 degree weather, and none of his shirts have sleeves. it was amazing and i feel very blessed!! i immediately called everyone who i knew would be excited...barb was stoked...i had to call greg....mom only wanted to know if beth was there and how big the twins actually are...and tamara wanted to know if i had my boobs signed.  AMAZING!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106173021678675015-1401626348696912637?l=mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/1401626348696912637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106173021678675015&amp;postID=1401626348696912637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/1401626348696912637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/1401626348696912637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/2009/05/dog.html' title='the dog'/><author><name>aar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SgpBKaIoPpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Jt3oCLqKJq8/S220/arty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SgpDaD724bI/AAAAAAAAABA/u3xotGQJsk4/s72-c/bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106173021678675015.post-4243773335217030934</id><published>2009-05-11T18:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T18:20:15.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>yes i like frocks</title><content type='html'>well, i'm back in the real world....my pops came to visit and i got a computer...we went to best buy, with no intentions of taking home my computer, just buying big sis something that didn't work. i was going to take a nap...but pops teased me with the idea of a computer...so i quickly jumped off the couch and into the car(which means i was trapped between two car seats...so yes i was super excited. Once we arrived  I felt like i was on chuck, super geeks helping super moms(it was mothers day in fact)..unfortunately chuck didn't help us...but a lovely young lady educated myself and the dad and eventually climbed the very loud ladder and delivered my super cheap and super fantastic new laptop which i am sure will change my entire world here in the springs. Not only that, but i paid for it with my on money and yes...i paid with cash not credit, so those who know me... well should be incredibly proud...especially mom.... i'm back in the loop!  and almost an adult...but i'm Not the loop like linsey's loop, because linseys loop is incredibly fancy and luxurious...my loop dates back the the loop of days gone by... the 2005 loop, where the internet rules your world and it's the only thing you care about. id am thankfully stealing an internet connection from "rockstar" who i believe to be the neighbor upstairs, but it could be the controversial church across the street....yet i'm a little overwhelmed by the fact that i can once again stalk my favorite bands on you tube.  i sure to hope it's the boy upstairs...cause he owes me...based on my many sleepless nights listening to his fights with his girlfriend..yep they get heated...anyhooo...i'm back in action...and away from my mom....so i'll keep you posted!!&lt;br /&gt;oh...and in reference to the name....i created it a long time ago...i think it was justins doing...and he may not know it yet, but he will be a guest contributor from time to time...we'll see what happens....but i really do like dresses...aka...frocks....and i wish i was born in 1961 instead of 1981...carole was just a little behind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106173021678675015-4243773335217030934?l=mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4243773335217030934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106173021678675015&amp;postID=4243773335217030934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/4243773335217030934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106173021678675015/posts/default/4243773335217030934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynamesnotlisa.blogspot.com/2009/05/yes-i-like-frocks.html' title='yes i like frocks'/><author><name>aar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baQ4OK2stto/SgpBKaIoPpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Jt3oCLqKJq8/S220/arty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
