<?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-3952881800122332991</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:08:20.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Makes Me Laugh</title><subtitle type='html'>Okay, so I'm easily amused</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lauren Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653494928858274536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SLxHC5r4ePI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l36SfDb5cT0/S220/Resized0646.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952881800122332991.post-3320290144355858490</id><published>2009-07-16T18:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T19:03:33.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s what’s for Dinner</title><content type='html'>It’s a “bad” day. But as always, good for a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I ate one meal today? Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t move well, and I’m having that awful “paralyzed throat thing” which is understandably scary, so I’ve been sitting at the computer trying to distract myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I went into the kitchen at one point (I have vague memories of a slice of deli ham)…because here I am, at the computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realizing I just ate a third of a squeeze bottle of stone-ground horseradish mustard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952881800122332991-3320290144355858490?l=ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3320290144355858490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952881800122332991&amp;postID=3320290144355858490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/3320290144355858490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/3320290144355858490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-whats-for-dinner.html' title='It’s what’s for Dinner'/><author><name>Lauren Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653494928858274536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SLxHC5r4ePI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l36SfDb5cT0/S220/Resized0646.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952881800122332991.post-6592407753408049923</id><published>2009-02-14T01:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T01:56:25.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spread the Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So I know you’re dying to know how I’m celebrating Valentine’s Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you know it’s that special day to think special thoughts and do special things with that special someone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’m going to float out of bed at 8 a.m. on a Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Spend an inordinate but worthwhile amount of time on my appearance, crafting just the right look.&lt;br /&gt;Hitch a romantic ride to the SCI-BU parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;Think wistful thoughts as I stop in the library and I sign my life away for a video camera.&lt;br /&gt;Carpool with a (female) friend from school to a local park, while we giggle about feminine jokes and the excitement to come.&lt;br /&gt;Wander through the idyllic snow- or mud-covered park looking for a noble cluster of environmentalists.&lt;br /&gt;And all the while, spending quality time learning that cameras can be sensitive, too.&lt;br /&gt;Keep my heart from bursting with joy as we find the environmentalists.&lt;br /&gt;Muse dreamily about said environmentalists while filming them pawing through idyllic snow or mud to heroically eradicate naughty invasive plant species.   &lt;br /&gt;Spend some engaging and witty time in conversation interviewing these charming heroes.&lt;br /&gt;Ponder the best way to craft this footage of gorgeous hotties into a public service announcement for the betterment of mankind.&lt;br /&gt;Snuggle deeper into my very fetching attire to avoid frostbite while throwing flirtatious looks at the winsome eco warriors.&lt;br /&gt;Not bother to suppress the fountain of warm-fuzzies in my heart as the rendezvous comes to a close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And then I’ll probably have some lunch, get a ride home and spend the rest of the day doing more homework.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; It may not be true love, but at least you know I’m not moping.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952881800122332991-6592407753408049923?l=ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6592407753408049923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952881800122332991&amp;postID=6592407753408049923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/6592407753408049923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/6592407753408049923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/2009/02/spread-love.html' title='Spread the Love'/><author><name>Lauren Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653494928858274536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SLxHC5r4ePI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l36SfDb5cT0/S220/Resized0646.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952881800122332991.post-7655191463285467617</id><published>2008-12-22T15:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T15:53:06.029-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Instead of Dr. Seuss</title><content type='html'>Aunt Karen was helping Ariel look for wedding vows, and stumbled upon this gem.&lt;br /&gt;Personally, though, I’d say red flag if you’re going to marry a girl and she doesn’t appreciate something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For optimum enjoyment, you really need two people reading this out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Marty Blase, the author of these vows, writes: ‘My fiancee and I agreed a long time ago that we wanted to write our own wedding vows, and as a spur-of-the-moment idea, I suggested the following. To my disappointment, she didn't quite go for it...’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE VOWS&lt;br /&gt;“Pastor: Will you answer me right now&lt;br /&gt;These questions, as your wedding vow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groom: Yes, I will answer right now&lt;br /&gt;Your questions as my wedding vow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor: Will you take her as your wife?&lt;br /&gt;Will you love her all your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groom: Yes, I take her as my wife,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll love her all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor: Will you have, and also hold&lt;br /&gt;Just as you have at this time told?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groom: Yes, I will have, and I will hold,&lt;br /&gt;Just as I have at this time told,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will love her all my life&lt;br /&gt;As I now take her as my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor: Will you love through good and bad?&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're happy or sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groom: Yes, I'll love through good and bad,&lt;br /&gt;Whether we're happy or sad,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will have and I will hold&lt;br /&gt;Just as I have already told,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will love her all my life,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will take her as my wife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor: Will you love her if you're rich?&lt;br /&gt;Or if you're poor, and in a ditch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groom: Yes, I'll love her if we're rich,&lt;br /&gt;And I will love her in a ditch,&lt;br /&gt;I'll love her through good times and bad,&lt;br /&gt;Whether we are happy or sad,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will have, and I will hold&lt;br /&gt;(I could have sworn this has been told!)&lt;br /&gt;I promise to love all my life&lt;br /&gt;This woman, as my lawful wife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor: Will you love her when you're fit,&lt;br /&gt;And also when you're feeling sick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groom: Yes, I'll love her when we're fit,&lt;br /&gt;And when we're hurt, and when we're sick,&lt;br /&gt;And I will love her when we're rich&lt;br /&gt;And I will love her in a ditch&lt;br /&gt;And I will love through good and bad,&lt;br /&gt;And I will love when glad or sad,&lt;br /&gt;And I will have, and I will hold&lt;br /&gt;Ten years from now a thousandfold,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will love for my whole life&lt;br /&gt;This lovely woman as my wife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor: Will you love with all your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Will you love till death you part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groom: Yes, I'll love with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;From now until death do us part,&lt;br /&gt;And I will love her when we're rich,&lt;br /&gt;And when we're broke and in a ditch,&lt;br /&gt;And when we're fit, and when we're sick,&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, CAN'T we get this finished quick?)&lt;br /&gt;And I will love through good and bad,&lt;br /&gt;And I will love when glad or sad,&lt;br /&gt;And I will have, and I will hold,&lt;br /&gt;And if I might now be so bold,&lt;br /&gt;I'll love her my entire life,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I WILL take her as my wife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor: Then if you'll take her as your wife,&lt;br /&gt;And if you'll love her all your life,&lt;br /&gt;And if you'll have, and if you'll hold,&lt;br /&gt;From now until the stars grow cold,&lt;br /&gt;And if you'll love through good and bad,&lt;br /&gt;And whether you're happy or sad,&lt;br /&gt;And love in sickness, and in health,&lt;br /&gt;And when you're poor, and when in wealth,&lt;br /&gt;And if you'll love with all your heart,&lt;br /&gt;From now until death do you part,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, if you'll love her through and through,&lt;br /&gt;Please answer with these words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor and Groom: I DO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor: You're married now! So kiss the bride,&lt;br /&gt;But please, do keep it dignified.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel loved it, but decided it might be too much of a mouthful for them all, especially since she plans on bawling most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she compromised and decided that fun could still be had when the bride’s and bridesmaids’ puppets could all join us during the after-ceremony photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m still working on getting Pastor Gary to do the “Marwiage is what brings us together today” bit from The Princess Bride (at least for the reception) since he may never again find two people and both their families who enjoy the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m giggling just thinking about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952881800122332991-7655191463285467617?l=ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7655191463285467617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952881800122332991&amp;postID=7655191463285467617' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/7655191463285467617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/7655191463285467617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/2008/12/instead-of-dr-seuss.html' title='Instead of Dr. Seuss'/><author><name>Lauren Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653494928858274536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SLxHC5r4ePI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l36SfDb5cT0/S220/Resized0646.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952881800122332991.post-2144534907978443407</id><published>2008-12-19T20:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:10:29.705-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Many Adventures of Glorious Garlic</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so I have this weakness for garlic. It has a bad reputation and is an underappreciated spice in our culture. Plus, it enters the bloodstream and causes bad breath from within, so you can’t pretend like you didn’t eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago I was caught sniffing Aunt Karen’s jar of minced garlic. I was forced to fess up: “Garlic makes everything better. Except fried eggs. And maybe ice cream.”&lt;br /&gt;But even that is questionable. Someone already beat me to the garlic &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/kostaspagiamtzis/947993891/"&gt;ice cream&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s also good on the &lt;a href="http://www.gadling.com/2008/12/18/iowa-road-workers-hungry-after-dropping-garlic-salt-on-their-roa/"&gt;roads&lt;/a&gt; this time of year. It has a very Hollywood-festive warm-fuzzie community service feel to it. I’m just waiting to hear that someone was run over as they were licking the pavement. But on the plus side, any road kill will be pre-seasoned with a salt rub.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952881800122332991-2144534907978443407?l=ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2144534907978443407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952881800122332991&amp;postID=2144534907978443407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/2144534907978443407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/2144534907978443407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/2008/12/many-adventures-of-glorious-garlic.html' title='The Many Adventures of Glorious Garlic'/><author><name>Lauren Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653494928858274536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SLxHC5r4ePI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l36SfDb5cT0/S220/Resized0646.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952881800122332991.post-7306924043631921209</id><published>2008-12-09T23:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:39:22.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ringside Seat</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It’s no secret—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a lot to get me interested in politics. And it’s almost impossible to get me interested in &lt;em&gt;Illinois&lt;/em&gt; politics.&lt;br /&gt;But tonight Ariel popped a bag of popcorn and we sat in our living room, thoroughly entertained by the local and national news featuring our little governor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to whoever had enough time on their hands to list the seat for sale on eBay, Craig’s List and other sites—that’s one for your portfolio. Classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, an evening of good laughs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952881800122332991-7306924043631921209?l=ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7306924043631921209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952881800122332991&amp;postID=7306924043631921209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/7306924043631921209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/7306924043631921209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/2008/12/ringside-seat.html' title='Ringside Seat'/><author><name>Lauren Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653494928858274536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SLxHC5r4ePI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l36SfDb5cT0/S220/Resized0646.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952881800122332991.post-60438689517485743</id><published>2008-11-04T21:45:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:13:19.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't try it</title><content type='html'>It’s a good day when I find a new food I’m not allergic to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bunch of food allergies:&lt;br /&gt;Corn&lt;br /&gt;Wheat&lt;br /&gt;Soy&lt;br /&gt;Peanuts&lt;br /&gt;Tree nuts&lt;br /&gt;Watermelon&lt;br /&gt;Tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;…and etcetera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here’s the ingredient label for the new food I can have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/strong&gt; Barley and Spelt Flour, Ground Oats, Chicken Meat, Rice Flour, Chicken Livers, Canola Oil, Beet Pulp, Dried Skim Milk, Apples, Salmon Oil, Tumeric, Tocopherols. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t sound too bad; all the ingredients are of U.S. origin, &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; one snap contains just 24 calories.&lt;br /&gt;Except… of course there is a catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kong brand Stuff’n Puppy Snaps Treats.&lt;br /&gt;I tried the Chicken and Rice variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265020125522893106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SREb6K0TGTI/AAAAAAAAAFI/lphmbR8c1Ow/s400/Kong+Stuffin+Lauren+safe+sog+treatsm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although they had a nice crispy, fibrous texture from the beet pulp, and a hint of sweetness from the apples and spelt, the salmon oil was overbearing and left a nasty aftertaste. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wouldn’t recommend them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952881800122332991-60438689517485743?l=ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/60438689517485743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952881800122332991&amp;postID=60438689517485743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/60438689517485743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/60438689517485743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-try-it.html' title='Don&apos;t try it'/><author><name>Lauren Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653494928858274536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SLxHC5r4ePI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l36SfDb5cT0/S220/Resized0646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SREb6K0TGTI/AAAAAAAAAFI/lphmbR8c1Ow/s72-c/Kong+Stuffin+Lauren+safe+sog+treatsm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952881800122332991.post-1097927893860494333</id><published>2008-10-30T13:41:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:14:47.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Central Illinois Dressing Up for Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263036717922133186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SQoQApuWJMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/S4Q5S6CHjXU/s400/Mass+of+pumpkins+sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SQoQApuWJMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/S4Q5S6CHjXU/s1600-h/Mass+of+pumpkins+sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cute, huh? I was impressed when we drove by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These Jack O Lanterns lined one whole side of their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SQoV3l8Z9OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/f5mbajMXQ4U/s1600-h/Headless+horseman+in+context.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263043159358305506" style="WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SQoV3l8Z9OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/f5mbajMXQ4U/s200/Headless+horseman+in+context.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The equestrian statue on a sign for a&lt;br /&gt;stable near Sherman now has a rider. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I snapped this as we flew by, so it's a little blurry, but here's a close up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SQoFrf6CA_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/cBrPAgYwJaM/s1600-h/Headless+horseman+cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263025359393260530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SQoFrf6CA_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/cBrPAgYwJaM/s400/Headless+horseman+cropped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my birthday my family carved pumpkins with me.&lt;br /&gt;This is Auntie Karen’s.&lt;br /&gt;Sh&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SQoJZUj-CNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/v9u4_gwx1Dk/s1600-h/From+flash+drive+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263029445156800722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SQoJZUj-CNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/v9u4_gwx1Dk/s400/From+flash+drive+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e later spent the whole evening being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes ya wonder: does art imitate life or life imitate art?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then sometimes it's obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SQoLACU4w0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/qjTJ8HrCKdQ/s1600-h/American+Gothic+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263031209788228418" style="WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SQoLACU4w0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/qjTJ8HrCKdQ/s400/American+Gothic+edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Clearly a take on Wood's painting "American Gothic".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SQoTTKr1wVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/IRhh8U-GGcE/s1600-h/From+flash+drive+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263040334542520658" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SQoTTKr1wVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/IRhh8U-GGcE/s400/From+flash+drive+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday pumpkins. Top to bottom, left to right: Mom's, mine, Jenna's, Auntie's, and Ariel's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952881800122332991-1097927893860494333?l=ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1097927893860494333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952881800122332991&amp;postID=1097927893860494333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/1097927893860494333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/1097927893860494333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/2008/10/central-illinois-dressing-up-for.html' title='Central Illinois Dressing Up for Halloween'/><author><name>Lauren Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653494928858274536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SLxHC5r4ePI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l36SfDb5cT0/S220/Resized0646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SQoQApuWJMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/S4Q5S6CHjXU/s72-c/Mass+of+pumpkins+sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952881800122332991.post-1340972500224565090</id><published>2008-10-24T01:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T01:24:27.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She has an opinion, folks.</title><content type='html'>Ariel has been feeling overwhelmed with planning a wedding, staying on top of her huge amount of school work, and building and furnishing a home by New Year’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’ve been trying to help out some, as I imagine maids of honor are supposed to. I’d been noticing that I was making a lot of lists for her, and quizzing her about certain things just to let her know that YES she does have an opinion.&lt;br /&gt;Last night it got a little intense as I typed out 25 pages worth of lists and organizational material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s my favorite list. It was decorated with a skull and crossbones with frowny faces as bullet points:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel HATES:  &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.fotosearch.com/comp/ICL/ICL113/poison-danger_~SCM_195.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.fotosearch.com/ICL113/scm_195/&amp;amp;h=300&amp;amp;w=299&amp;amp;sz=18&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=18&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;usg=__P3Zt0nvW_s8B7thuZ9Un8UeDeRs=&amp;amp;tbnid=-yLyOsFsR_2OiM:&amp;amp;tbnh=116&amp;amp;tbnw=116&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dfree%2Bclip%2Bart%2Bskull%2Band%2Bcrossbones%2Bpoison%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; FAKE PLANTS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; White picket fences, wicker baskets, daisies, garden theme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Poinsettias&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Snow theme &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; WICKER at all&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Folding white paper wedding bells&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Very much sparkle and glitter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Florescent lighting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Slide show = hate x 3 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Synthesizer piano&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Other special music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Professional videographer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Garters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Throwing bouquet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Dead animals beyond the front door&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Tux&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Ring bearer, flower girl &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Male/female wedding toppers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Crafty, kitcheny look (got the buzzer noise)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Confetti&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Floor covering on the aisle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Those little paper dove things can very easily look cheesy/tacky&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952881800122332991-1340972500224565090?l=ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1340972500224565090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952881800122332991&amp;postID=1340972500224565090' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/1340972500224565090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/1340972500224565090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/2008/10/she-has-opinion-folks.html' title='She has an opinion, folks.'/><author><name>Lauren Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653494928858274536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SLxHC5r4ePI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l36SfDb5cT0/S220/Resized0646.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952881800122332991.post-5162170571738111802</id><published>2008-10-09T13:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T01:47:52.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Tourette's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have a song for &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I was cleaning my room a little and organizing some papers, and found I was singing these two songs. See? A song for every walk of life. Even my subconscious has a sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;An Irish one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Old Maid in the Garret&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now I've often heard it said from me father and me mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That the going tae a wedding is the making of another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, if this be true, I will go without a biddin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O kind providence, won't you send me tae a wedding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chorus: And its O dear me, how would it be, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if I die an old maid in a garret &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, there's my sister Jean, she's not handsome or good looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Scarcely sixteen and a fella she was courting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now she’s twenty-four with a son and a daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here am I— forty-five and I've never had an offer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can cook and I can sew and I can keep the house right tidy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rise up in the morning and get the breakfast ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's nothing in this whole world would make me half so cheery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As a wee fat man to call me his own deary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So come landsman or come pinsman, come tinker or come tailor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come fiddler or come dancer, come ploughboy or come sailor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come rich man, come poor man, come fool or come witty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come any man at all that will marry me for pity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well now I'm away home for nobody's heeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nobody's heeding and nobody's pleading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll go away home to my own bitty garret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I can't get a man, then I'll surely get a parrot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a Civil War one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Invalid Corps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanted much to go to war,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And went to be examined;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The surgeon looked me o'er and o'er,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My back and chest he hammered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Said he, "You're not the man for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your lungs are much affected,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And likewise both your eyes are cock'd,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And otherwise defected." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, now I'm with the invalids,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And cannot go and fight, sir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The doctor told me so, you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of course it must be right, sir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While I was there a host of chaps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For reasons were exempted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Old "pursy", he was laid aside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To pass he had attempted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The doctor said, "I do not like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your corporosity, sir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You'll "breed a famine" in the camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wherever you might be, sir!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There came a fellow, mighty tall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A "knock-kneed overgrowner",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Doctor said, "I ain't got time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To take and look you over."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next came along a little chap,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who was 'bout two foot nothing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Doctor said, "You'd better go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And tell your marm you're coming!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some had the ticerdolerreou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some what they call "brown critters",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And some were "lank and lazy" too, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some were too "fond of bitters".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soime had "cork legs" and some "one eye",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With backs deformed and crooked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll bet you'd laugh'd till you had cried,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To see how "cute" they looked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952881800122332991-5162170571738111802?l=ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5162170571738111802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952881800122332991&amp;postID=5162170571738111802' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/5162170571738111802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/5162170571738111802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/2008/10/musical-tourettes.html' title='Musical Tourette&apos;s'/><author><name>Lauren Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653494928858274536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SLxHC5r4ePI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l36SfDb5cT0/S220/Resized0646.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952881800122332991.post-6638951218299223541</id><published>2008-10-04T23:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T00:06:32.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cheese Factor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SOhKSnZRtYI/AAAAAAAAADM/mwxqd1xrMkk/s1600-h/Wax+cheesewheel+lips+009+sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253530649000785282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SOhKSnZRtYI/AAAAAAAAADM/mwxqd1xrMkk/s320/Wax+cheesewheel+lips+009+sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SOhKS7oR0eI/AAAAAAAAADU/oD98MDRmmvU/s1600-h/Wax+cheesewheel+lips+031+sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253530654432416226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SOhKS7oR0eI/AAAAAAAAADU/oD98MDRmmvU/s320/Wax+cheesewheel+lips+031+sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Botox gone bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, just mini cheese wheel wax casings adjusted by Ariel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952881800122332991-6638951218299223541?l=ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6638951218299223541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952881800122332991&amp;postID=6638951218299223541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/6638951218299223541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/6638951218299223541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/2008/10/cheese-factor.html' title='The Cheese Factor'/><author><name>Lauren Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653494928858274536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SLxHC5r4ePI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l36SfDb5cT0/S220/Resized0646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SOhKSnZRtYI/AAAAAAAAADM/mwxqd1xrMkk/s72-c/Wax+cheesewheel+lips+009+sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952881800122332991.post-2551391038022857503</id><published>2008-10-02T23:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T00:21:24.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make me happy (in no particular order):</title><content type='html'>1) Being able to leave home and hang with Jennna and Auntie&lt;br /&gt;2) Laughing with Ariel&lt;br /&gt;3) Snuggling with Mommy&lt;br /&gt;4) Getting free-will affection from Daddy&lt;br /&gt;5) Breyer’s chocolate ice cream&lt;br /&gt;6) Driving up and down hills&lt;br /&gt;7) Sitting in an automatic car wash&lt;br /&gt;8) Making supper for my family&lt;br /&gt;9) Going to Hobby Lobby&lt;br /&gt;10) Starting a new journal&lt;br /&gt;11) Accomplishing something I’m scared of&lt;br /&gt;12) Reading a book in the bathtub&lt;br /&gt;13) Painting for fun&lt;br /&gt;14) Buying flowers&lt;br /&gt;15) Playing in the dirt&lt;br /&gt;16) Long walks outdoors&lt;br /&gt;17) Joking with Keith&lt;br /&gt;18) Throwing knives&lt;br /&gt;19) New crayon smell&lt;br /&gt;20) Play-doh&lt;br /&gt;21) Making sheep/goat/or UFO noises with Ariel&lt;br /&gt;22) Bellowing Dr. Seuss opera&lt;br /&gt;23) Waltzing/prancing/dancing around the house&lt;br /&gt;24) Baking pastries for people who can eat them&lt;br /&gt;25) Writing funny blogs&lt;br /&gt;26) Goodwill shopping with Ariel&lt;br /&gt;27) Herbal tea when I’m sick&lt;br /&gt;28) Learning a new thing a day&lt;br /&gt;29) Receiving a compliment&lt;br /&gt;30) Blazing my own trail&lt;br /&gt;31) Clean sheets&lt;br /&gt;32) Warm horses’ faces&lt;br /&gt;33) “Big people hugs” with Jenna &amp;amp; Kestners, Emilie hugs &amp;amp; Best hugs with Ariel&lt;br /&gt;34) Sugar cookies&lt;br /&gt;35) Helping people&lt;br /&gt;36) Saving loose change&lt;br /&gt;37) Standing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;38) Reading children’s picture books with silly voices&lt;br /&gt;39) Frozen yogurt squeezers&lt;br /&gt;40) Silly walks&lt;br /&gt;41) Having strangers smile warmly at me&lt;br /&gt;42) Singing hymns&lt;br /&gt;43) New office supplies&lt;br /&gt;44) Ariel’s “warm fuzzies”&lt;br /&gt;45) Blasting away on saxophone and clarinet&lt;br /&gt;46) Millet bread&lt;br /&gt;47) Big band music&lt;br /&gt;48) Memorizing Bible verses&lt;br /&gt;49) Admiring colors and trying to describe them&lt;br /&gt;50) Plumbing and toilet paper&lt;br /&gt;51) Sunrise, sunset&lt;br /&gt;52) Catching up with friends&lt;br /&gt;53) Wild fruit&lt;br /&gt;54) Peony fragrance&lt;br /&gt;55) Unexpected cards, notes or correspondence&lt;br /&gt;56) 50’s movies&lt;br /&gt;57) Cotton&lt;br /&gt;58) Smell of New Salem homes&lt;br /&gt;59) Swinging on a swing&lt;br /&gt;60) Climbing trees&lt;br /&gt;61) Going barefoot in grass and moss&lt;br /&gt;62) Finding/preparing hostess gifts&lt;br /&gt;63) Getting packages in the mail&lt;br /&gt;64) Ibuprofen&lt;br /&gt;65) Clean drinking water&lt;br /&gt;66) chapstick&lt;br /&gt;67) checking out an armload of books&lt;br /&gt;68) days off school&lt;br /&gt;69) decorating my bedroom&lt;br /&gt;70) taking pictures of people&lt;br /&gt;71) fixing grammar and punctuation&lt;br /&gt;72) laughing at business and buildings whose lights are out&lt;br /&gt;73) efficient time management&lt;br /&gt;74) puppies&lt;br /&gt;75) Aldi’s chocolate bars&lt;br /&gt;76) Having people remember my name (extra points if they pronounce it correctly)&lt;br /&gt;77) Bucking the system&lt;br /&gt;78) St. George Island&lt;br /&gt;79) 50’s doowop groups&lt;br /&gt;80) 50’s fashion&lt;br /&gt;81) Modern fashion&lt;br /&gt;82) Looking at portraits&lt;br /&gt;83) Making fun of myself&lt;br /&gt;84) Herbs&lt;br /&gt;85) Watching thunderstorms&lt;br /&gt;86) Riding in a car with someone who likes driving&lt;br /&gt;87) Going to museums&lt;br /&gt;88) Smell of gunpowder&lt;br /&gt;89) Fireworks&lt;br /&gt;90) Retellings of Beauty and the Beast&lt;br /&gt;91) Camping out&lt;br /&gt;92) Foreign/ethnic music&lt;br /&gt;93) Hand lotion&lt;br /&gt;94) Playing games with friends&lt;br /&gt;95) Exploring things in cities&lt;br /&gt;96) Doodling&lt;br /&gt;97) Romantic comedies&lt;br /&gt;98) A clean bedroom&lt;br /&gt;99) Sunshine and 65 degree weather&lt;br /&gt;100) Making new friends&lt;br /&gt;101) The smell of leather&lt;br /&gt;102) Very good choirs&lt;br /&gt;103) Listening to an orchestra tune and warm up&lt;br /&gt;104) Salty smell of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;105) 1st through 5th graders&lt;br /&gt;106) Old fashioned architecture&lt;br /&gt;107) Omnimax theaters&lt;br /&gt;108) Popsicles&lt;br /&gt;109) A foot of snow&lt;br /&gt;110) Beach towels&lt;br /&gt;111) Strawberry-banana juice&lt;br /&gt;112) Strawberry-peach frozen smoothie&lt;br /&gt;113) Spelling a word correctly&lt;br /&gt;114) Learning new vocab&lt;br /&gt;115) Using new vocabulary properly in a sentence&lt;br /&gt;116) Changing a recipe and getting compliments&lt;br /&gt;117) Shower gel&lt;br /&gt;118) Day dreaming&lt;br /&gt;119) Writing silly fiction&lt;br /&gt;120) Blowing straw wrappers at people&lt;br /&gt;121) Wellies&lt;br /&gt;122) Writing a paper I know is good&lt;br /&gt;123) Productive restroom time&lt;br /&gt;124) 8 hours of sleep&lt;br /&gt;125) Finding a pair of classy cheap comfy shoes&lt;br /&gt;126) Sweet dreams&lt;br /&gt;127) Butterflies&lt;br /&gt;128) Eating healthy food&lt;br /&gt;129) Seeing frisky horses&lt;br /&gt;130) Crossing things off lists&lt;br /&gt;131) Driving in snow (in a front wheel drive)&lt;br /&gt;132) Reading someone’s mind&lt;br /&gt;133) Jinxes&lt;br /&gt;134) Smell of state fair&lt;br /&gt;135) Cooking appliances and utensils&lt;br /&gt;136) Certain antiques&lt;br /&gt;137) Birds’ nests and eggs&lt;br /&gt;138) Chicks and ducklings&lt;br /&gt;139) Pamela’s Pancake mix&lt;br /&gt;140) Pamela’s Brownie mix&lt;br /&gt;141) Pamela’s bread machine mix&lt;br /&gt;142) A good hair day&lt;br /&gt;143) Skirts and dresses&lt;br /&gt;144) Finding a pair of jeans that fits just right&lt;br /&gt;145) Peach orchards &amp;amp; peach slushies&lt;br /&gt;146) Crisp air on fall morning&lt;br /&gt;147) Pumpkins and gourds&lt;br /&gt;148) Page-boy hats and fedoras&lt;br /&gt;149) Making cards&lt;br /&gt;150) Cider slushies&lt;br /&gt;151) Inventing words&lt;br /&gt;152) Looking at noses&lt;br /&gt;153) Homemade vanilla ice cream&lt;br /&gt;154) Quality products&lt;br /&gt;155) Flailing before falling&lt;br /&gt;156) Butchering other languages&lt;br /&gt;157) Yelling at deer&lt;br /&gt;158) Farmers’ markets&lt;br /&gt;159) The produce aisle&lt;br /&gt;160) Bubbles&lt;br /&gt;161) Massages of any kind&lt;br /&gt;162) Researching&lt;br /&gt;163) Having a flashlight, knife or duct tape when you need it&lt;br /&gt;164) Huge T-storms&lt;br /&gt;165) Tornadoes&lt;br /&gt;166) Accents&lt;br /&gt;167) Food nerdery&lt;br /&gt;168) Finding I have things in common with people&lt;br /&gt;169) Yogurt parfaits with strawberries&lt;br /&gt;170) The thought of a veggie wedding bouquet&lt;br /&gt;171) Goodwill clothes that don’t look like they’re from Goodwill&lt;br /&gt;172) The name Rodency Bythany&lt;br /&gt;173) My poofball haircut--Thanks Ariel :D&lt;br /&gt;174) Encouraging others and being encouraged in spiritual walk&lt;br /&gt;175) Good natured name calling&lt;br /&gt;176) Experiening God's graciousness... and being aware of it&lt;br /&gt;177) Crossing things off my lists&lt;br /&gt;178) Taking photos of weather!&lt;br /&gt;179) When someone can do math&lt;br /&gt;180) A day when I don't hurt quite so bad&lt;br /&gt;181) Quote books&lt;br /&gt;182) Juggling projects&lt;br /&gt;183) Homework you can do in bed&lt;br /&gt;184) Home-canned fruit and veggies&lt;br /&gt;185) A phone call with PERFECT timing&lt;br /&gt;186) Bubble wrap&lt;br /&gt;187) Cardboard boxes&lt;br /&gt;188) Unexpected hugs from little kids&lt;br /&gt;189) Praying with pre-teens&lt;br /&gt;190) Seeing a puppet show&lt;br /&gt;191) Creating decent allergen-free replicas of my favorite foods&lt;br /&gt;192) When someone apologizes&lt;br /&gt;193) A very good stretch&lt;br /&gt;194) Analogies, mnemonics and word-pictures&lt;br /&gt;195) Killing nasty bugs before getting bit or stung&lt;br /&gt;195) A book with a happy ending&lt;br /&gt;196) Graphic design&lt;br /&gt;197) Effective communication: a clear conversation, a powerful advertisement&lt;br /&gt;198) Impromptu cheap games&lt;br /&gt;199) Eating meat with the carnivorous Willems&lt;br /&gt;200) Being able to see how God has worked in my life in hindsight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952881800122332991-2551391038022857503?l=ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2551391038022857503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952881800122332991&amp;postID=2551391038022857503' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/2551391038022857503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/2551391038022857503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/2008/10/things-that-make-me-happy-in-no_02.html' title='Things that make me happy (in no particular order):'/><author><name>Lauren Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653494928858274536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SLxHC5r4ePI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l36SfDb5cT0/S220/Resized0646.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952881800122332991.post-6658415833109317715</id><published>2008-10-02T12:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:54:29.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I know why some artists dope up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SOUFRpDHSYI/AAAAAAAAACw/DZfMj3cCEo8/s1600-h/Tumor+Surgery+Morphine+pic+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252610341032380802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SOUFRpDHSYI/AAAAAAAAACw/DZfMj3cCEo8/s400/Tumor+Surgery+Morphine+pic+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252612207657764370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SOUG-SxSRhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UVF6QUH-z0E/s400/Tumor+Surgery+Morphine+pic+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&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/3952881800122332991-6658415833109317715?l=ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6658415833109317715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952881800122332991&amp;postID=6658415833109317715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/6658415833109317715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/6658415833109317715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/2008/10/now-i-know-why-some-artists-dope-up.html' title='Now I know why some artists dope up'/><author><name>Lauren Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653494928858274536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SLxHC5r4ePI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l36SfDb5cT0/S220/Resized0646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SOUFRpDHSYI/AAAAAAAAACw/DZfMj3cCEo8/s72-c/Tumor+Surgery+Morphine+pic+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952881800122332991.post-3436686411330088705</id><published>2008-10-01T23:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T00:12:38.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissing cousins</title><content type='html'>When I had emergency surgery a few years ago, I drew a picture of myself on Morphine while I was on Morphine. I promised JEK I'd put it on here, but I haven't found it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;So here's one Jenna said should go to the quote book:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEK's family apparently isn't all into kissing each other. Which I think is weird since five out of the six of them are female, but whatever. Jenna and I are apparently moderately kissey with family and close female friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEK said, "If I came home from college and all my sisters suddenly kissed people, I would &lt;em&gt;freak out&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to get to the bottom of it.&lt;br /&gt;"Jaclyn, is it because it's taboo or something? Or just something your family never does? What's the deal?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not taboo... we just don't... ever do that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wracking my brain for some analogy to link it to my own life I asked, "So it's like my family and sports?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952881800122332991-3436686411330088705?l=ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3436686411330088705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952881800122332991&amp;postID=3436686411330088705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/3436686411330088705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/3436686411330088705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/2008/10/kissing-cousins.html' title='Kissing cousins'/><author><name>Lauren Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653494928858274536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SLxHC5r4ePI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l36SfDb5cT0/S220/Resized0646.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952881800122332991.post-203574885824558287</id><published>2008-09-30T21:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:52:08.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you ever just get the feeling that time is dragging?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SOLkzvvXVNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nh-_5mM_R50/s1600-h/Random+Funny+Pics+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252011693107008722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SOLkzvvXVNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nh-_5mM_R50/s400/Random+Funny+Pics+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to defragment my laptop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty sure this is what it looks like when technology back-talks.&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/3952881800122332991-203574885824558287?l=ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/203574885824558287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952881800122332991&amp;postID=203574885824558287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/203574885824558287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/203574885824558287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-you-ever-just-get-feeling-that-time.html' title='Do you ever just get the feeling that time is dragging?'/><author><name>Lauren Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653494928858274536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SLxHC5r4ePI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l36SfDb5cT0/S220/Resized0646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SOLkzvvXVNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nh-_5mM_R50/s72-c/Random+Funny+Pics+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952881800122332991.post-5625465958659809049</id><published>2008-09-19T11:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T13:00:40.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Or Else</title><content type='html'>Sinage in Florida frequently made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247793047537221042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SNPn-QU4fbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/FzIILOwGjFA/s400/Florida+08+1051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247793043134013042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SNPn9_7E3nI/AAAAAAAAAB0/UvUuRJpbuFU/s400/Florida+08+519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SNPn9gOZZqI/AAAAAAAAABs/zg5HnwFlkIE/s1600-h/Florida+08+399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247793034625115810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SNPn9gOZZqI/AAAAAAAAABs/zg5HnwFlkIE/s400/Florida+08+399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this one. It sounds like a fanatical homeschool mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952881800122332991-5625465958659809049?l=ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5625465958659809049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952881800122332991&amp;postID=5625465958659809049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/5625465958659809049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/5625465958659809049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/or-else.html' title='Or Else'/><author><name>Lauren Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653494928858274536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SLxHC5r4ePI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l36SfDb5cT0/S220/Resized0646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SNPn-QU4fbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/FzIILOwGjFA/s72-c/Florida+08+1051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952881800122332991.post-908276120423764261</id><published>2008-09-17T22:11:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T00:13:08.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Priceless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SNHiPwvBsyI/AAAAAAAAABk/va6sFzcj_mg/s1600-h/Mostly+Noses+065+sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247223801271399202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SNHiPwvBsyI/AAAAAAAAABk/va6sFzcj_mg/s400/Mostly+Noses+065+sm.jpg" border="0" /&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 align="center"&gt;Who says family bonding has to be expensive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952881800122332991-908276120423764261?l=ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/908276120423764261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952881800122332991&amp;postID=908276120423764261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/908276120423764261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/908276120423764261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/priceless.html' title='Priceless'/><author><name>Lauren Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653494928858274536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SLxHC5r4ePI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l36SfDb5cT0/S220/Resized0646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SNHiPwvBsyI/AAAAAAAAABk/va6sFzcj_mg/s72-c/Mostly+Noses+065+sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952881800122332991.post-1322083697736240433</id><published>2008-09-17T22:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:26:27.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who says mockery isn't fun?</title><content type='html'>Ariel and I used to spend a lot of time singing Dr. Seuss-style operas while cleaning the house or doing homework. We aren't with each other very much anymore, but when we are, it usually gets commemorated in some weird way. I just came across this poem we wrote about a month ago. If you don't catch on, it's based in the style (or lack of style) of post-modern poetry. It sounds pretty decent, but it's actually just a bunch of snippets of our conversation with each other throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Poem of Today 8/21/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a cow&lt;br /&gt;She was my friend&lt;br /&gt;In the crystal blue of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Her name was Shaniqua.&lt;br /&gt;You float like a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;On steroids.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s negotiate; I’ll get a paper&lt;br /&gt;They like hair gel&lt;br /&gt;How do &lt;em&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Know a cockroach’s preferences?&lt;br /&gt;The bathroom is filth-wretchedness&lt;br /&gt;Like two-week-old bologna in the hands&lt;br /&gt;Of an orphan in Africa&lt;br /&gt;To eat cold SPAM is far worse&lt;br /&gt;Now that I know what I was looking for&lt;br /&gt;And that it won’t be found, I will progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952881800122332991-1322083697736240433?l=ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1322083697736240433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952881800122332991&amp;postID=1322083697736240433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/1322083697736240433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/1322083697736240433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-says-mockery-isnt-fun.html' title='Who says mockery isn&apos;t fun?'/><author><name>Lauren Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653494928858274536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SLxHC5r4ePI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l36SfDb5cT0/S220/Resized0646.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952881800122332991.post-9148396833297171528</id><published>2008-09-17T17:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:58:00.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Some Pig</title><content type='html'>My mom withdrew a big chunk of change from an account at bank A, and transferred it to an account at bank B. Bank A gave her a choice of souvenirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She chose the rechargeable pink pig flashlight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SNGJzbT8S2I/AAAAAAAAABU/5Tfc64cc6TM/s1600-h/DSC_1484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247126557461072738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SNGJzbT8S2I/AAAAAAAAABU/5Tfc64cc6TM/s400/DSC_1484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So ask yourself, what is Bank A trying to communicate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952881800122332991-9148396833297171528?l=ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/9148396833297171528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952881800122332991&amp;postID=9148396833297171528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/9148396833297171528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/9148396833297171528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/hes-some-pig.html' title='He&apos;s Some Pig'/><author><name>Lauren Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653494928858274536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SLxHC5r4ePI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l36SfDb5cT0/S220/Resized0646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SNGJzbT8S2I/AAAAAAAAABU/5Tfc64cc6TM/s72-c/DSC_1484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3952881800122332991.post-897844120505961504</id><published>2008-09-01T14:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T15:27:45.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just... no.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SLxGNwLf0nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Ur7w6bSkafw/s1600-h/Cropped+Bike.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241141268437783154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SLxGNwLf0nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Ur7w6bSkafw/s400/Cropped+Bike.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...? It's a nice bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they do demonstrate the need for this Literarcy funding.&lt;br /&gt;(On all three signs around the store.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3952881800122332991-897844120505961504?l=ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/897844120505961504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3952881800122332991&amp;postID=897844120505961504' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/897844120505961504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3952881800122332991/posts/default/897844120505961504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihadtolaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-you-cant-have-my-100.html' title='Just... no.'/><author><name>Lauren Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07653494928858274536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SLxHC5r4ePI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l36SfDb5cT0/S220/Resized0646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSHo-IsYZNk/SLxGNwLf0nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Ur7w6bSkafw/s72-c/Cropped+Bike.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
