<?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-7983210</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:22:59.435-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary,</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-114704218031515295</id><published>2006-05-07T18:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T18:49:40.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco de Mayo ...</title><content type='html'>Friday (Cinco de Mayo) my coworkers and I decided to order lunch from Baja Fresh!  We love Baja Fresh.  Baja Fresh is wonderful.  Here is my tale ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placed the order at 11:45 am&lt;br /&gt;They told me to be there at 12:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;Got there and waited in the pick up line for 25 f*in minutes, while the walk in-line has 2 registers and 1 was empty…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people in front of me ordered at 10:30am and said they would be there at 12 :00 pm and they didn’t get helped till like 12:20 and theirs wasn’t even halfway done when they told them they would pick it up at 12...arghhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my turn, I gave my number (45) to a lady who said ok and walked to the end of the counter and stood there doing nothing at all, not even looking for my order ... so another lady came and asked the guy behind me his number and I jumped in and was like NO WAIT and he apologizd and the other lady was like.. "I thought you were being helped" and I said "yeah I thought so too by that lady over there who didn’t do anything so no I’m not being helped" .. so they went to look and came back and she was like it’s almost done and I freaked out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like.. you told me to be here in 15 minutes and I’m picking up salads and 2 tacos and they’re not ready.. they said how it’s cinco de mayo and I was like.. I don’t care.. don’t tell ppl to be here at a certain time if the food wont be ready and they kept saying stuff that I couldn’t understand so said do I get anything for free and they laughed and I said I’m serious I have been here for 25 min and my food is not ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my food... drove back to work .... the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-114704218031515295?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/114704218031515295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=114704218031515295&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/114704218031515295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/114704218031515295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2006/05/cinco-de-mayo.html' title='Cinco de Mayo ...'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-114049718521137368</id><published>2006-02-20T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T23:46:25.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The big clean-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This weekend I got some energy... more like a lot of energy.  On Saturday night, my previous plans were cancelled so I decided to stay in and just relax...my relaxing turned into a sudden burst of uncontrolable energy in the form of CLEANING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Juli's old bedroom had become the storage room.  The place to just throw everything.  Yes there's a couch in there and a tv in there...but with the recent death of the PS2, no tv has been watched in that room.  To sum this up.. that room had shit thrown everywhere; you couldn't even walk in it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I stepped in the room with a lot of garbage bags, swiffers, windex, dust rags, every cleaning supply known to man and cleaned the hell out of that room!  IT IS CLEAN. You can actually sit on the couch, watch tv, hang out, do whatever you want in that room.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My "energy boost" turned into an all out cleanfest...I cleaned the kitchen, bedroom, bathroom.  I kept cleaning and organizing.  I went through closets and everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday morning I woke up and thought of what I should do and as I was thinking I started to clean the shower and bathtub....I mean I scrubbed and bleached and just made it shine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I'm sitting in the one room I didn't clean and NO I'm not going to clean it tonight, but maybe after the gym tomorrow!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-114049718521137368?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/114049718521137368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=114049718521137368&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/114049718521137368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/114049718521137368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2006/02/big-clean-up.html' title='The big clean-up'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-113738700193313151</id><published>2006-01-15T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T23:50:31.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need some memory pills ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I just want to thank everyone for wishing me a happy birthday and for celebrating with me! Where shall I begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend Aimee, Doug, LJ, Fred &amp; I went to A.C. and got crazy! We met up with my friend Jill and her man Dave for all of about 10 minutes, and then we continued to party! The only way to sum up that weekend is: Trashing the room, Jaeger Shots, Window diving, Craziness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night a bunch of us went out to celebrate Me &amp;amp; Marie's birthdays! Doug was out with us, and since his birthday is in January also - we celebrated his also! Last night was also crazy! I actually can't remember the last part of the night, so if anyone wants to fill me in, I would greatly appreciate it! I do want to thank Gabe for coming out and bringing all his friends! I also want to mention that Me &amp;amp; Jaeger will not become a habit. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy early birthday Marie - I hope you had as much fun last night as I did ...Or as I can remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-113738700193313151?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/113738700193313151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=113738700193313151&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/113738700193313151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/113738700193313151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-need-some-memory-pills.html' title='I need some memory pills ...'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-113573750050579813</id><published>2005-12-27T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T21:38:20.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok, how fast was Christmas this year?  No, seriously?  I feel like it just crept up on us all and then sped away.  It's totally over with - totally gone!  All that time decorating and cooking and shopping and waiting in lines and fighting for parking spots and ... it's gone.  Now we get to deal with paying the bills, exchanges, returns, waiting in lines to use gift certificates, etc.  Catch my drift?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Well, after saying all that I just wanted to let you know that I had a very nice Christmas.  It was nice and I got to spend it with my family and friends and that's what'a most important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now onto New Years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Other news:  Brooke had Tess Marian Powell on 12/22/05 at 2:15 pm  weighing 8 lbs 9 oz and 21" long.  Mommy and Baby are doing great!  Daddy is doing great also!  I will post pictures soon!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-113573750050579813?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/113573750050579813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=113573750050579813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/113573750050579813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/113573750050579813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/12/super-fast.html' title='Super Fast'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-113552568407000091</id><published>2005-12-25T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T10:48:04.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-113552568407000091?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/113552568407000091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=113552568407000091&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/113552568407000091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/113552568407000091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/12/holidays.html' title='Holidays!'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-113415626741984685</id><published>2005-12-09T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T14:24:27.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up there.....Snowman?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So it snowed again. Today the snow didn't bother me as much since my office called me to tell me not to come in because we would be closed. Here is my morning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;5:45 am&lt;/u&gt; - wake up, shower, do my hair, makeup, begin to get dressed when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;6:30 am&lt;/u&gt; - phone rings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;6:30:30 am&lt;/u&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Lynn, good morning it's Harvey. Do you have off today"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Nope"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Well you have off now! We're not opening the office so call your people"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That was a nice surprise!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all I have done today is... Sleep, watch both Jerry Springer's, play on the computer, cleaned off my car and went to A&amp;amp;P, made lunch, gonna watch a movie and maybe wrap some presents! Woooohoooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;whatelsecanitellyou....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work sucks without Brooke there. I mean, I do like the other people I work with but it sucks when I want to immediately turn to my left and make a face or complain or just chat and there's only an empty chair..Boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'mstallingcanyoutell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I still have to post pictures from Juli's wedding and other events and I promise you that &lt;strong&gt;I WILL VERY SOON!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ok, I don't want to type anymore....Comments please :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-113415626741984685?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/113415626741984685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=113415626741984685&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/113415626741984685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/113415626741984685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/12/whats-up-theresnowman.html' title='What&apos;s up there.....Snowman?'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-113320016048705093</id><published>2005-11-28T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T12:49:20.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch-Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ok, I have a lot to fill you all in on.  Where oh where to start&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Juli &amp; Sean&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; were married on Nov. 19th in Long Island.  It was so beautiful and a lot of fun.  I will def. post pictures soon.  It was a little chilly out, but all that drinking and dancing warmed us up. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Highlight - me catching the bouquet.  Why is this the highlight you ask?  I was in my football stance, I jumped - knocked it in the air and when it fell I hip-checked a 7 yr old out of my way to get it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nicole, Steve &amp; kids&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; moved the day after the wedding.  That was hard for me. I kept putting off saying goodbye till the very last minute and when the time came, I was hysterical.  I know I will see them again, but I like being able to call them and just go there whenever I want to... now I'll have to fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Turkey Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; - was a lot of fun and filling!  T &amp; I went to my parents early afternoon and tried not to eat a lot because at 4 we went to Gina's and ate a lot there!  I lovejust hanging out with family and friends and eating and drinking.  So much fun.  And nothings more fun than playing with silly Danny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;This weekend&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - I went to Crobar with LJ, Scott, Greg, Doug, Dan, etc...  Lots of fun!  LOTS OF FUN! We had a table and lots of alcohol.  We didnt' actually get inside till about 2:15, the first time I looked at the time was 5:45 and I couldn't believe I was still up and out.  My friend LJ is the best and helped us out a lot and all my other friends rule too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My last news is..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;MARIE AND BOOG ARE OFFICIALLY ENGAGED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Yes, they have been for about 1-2 months but he proposed to her again on Turkey Day and got on one knee and asked her as he handed her her giant rock!  It's so pretty!  Congrats to them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-113320016048705093?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/113320016048705093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=113320016048705093&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/113320016048705093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/113320016048705093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/11/catch-up.html' title='Catch-Up'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-113237628508766855</id><published>2005-11-18T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T23:58:05.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow!! and Sunday :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is currently 11:51 pm and tomorrow morning I have to be up at 6:am to start me day for JULI'S WEDDING!  I can't believe it's already here!  I am very excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jules - I love you and congratulations! Tomorrow is going to be so beautiful and a lot of fun!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now onto Sunday....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nicole and her family are moving to Florida and I'm really sad about this.  I am going to miss them so much! - they have become part of me and T's family, and us apart of theirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm going to miss my 9 yr. old boyfriend who will always tell me "I'm not your boyfriend Lynn".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm going to miss my 2 yr. old godson who is one of the silliest kids I've ever meant!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm going to miss showing Steve my toe, and Shrek 2, hanging out, and always have a good time!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and mostly I'm going to miss Nicole - who I only met 5 yrs. ago and she has grown to be one of my best friends ever!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok, no more cause I'm about to cry tears of happiness for Jules and sadness for my friends leaving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll post after the wedding and I'll def. have pictures up!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-113237628508766855?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/113237628508766855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=113237628508766855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/113237628508766855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/113237628508766855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/11/tomorrow-and-sunday.html' title='Tomorrow!! and Sunday :('/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-113141364888376957</id><published>2005-11-07T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T15:06:53.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As you may be aware I have been sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;(if you weren't aware then read my last blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Well I am finally entering the early stages of feeling. And by &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"entering the early stages"&lt;/span&gt; I mean.. I now have phlegm in my throat and my head is clogged and my nose looks like I could be the next Rudolph. Well, I haven't really eaten since Wednesday &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;(by eaten I mean more than soup or a salad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; so I decided I better start putting some food back in my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony and I went to the diner up the street. Whenever we go there I get the same thing and the reasons I get the same thing is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(1.) It tastes really good (2.) It's still low-carb (3.) I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I get the Turkey and cheese pita with zucchini sticks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we go to the diner, sit at the table, open the &lt;strong&gt;NEW&lt;/strong&gt; menus and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;POOF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. It's not there anymore. I searched the menu like 4 times and made Tony search it and it was definitely taken off... So I had to settle for eggs and bacon and I didn't eat the bacon and the eggs were eh...But I guess it was good that I got that since I didn't really eat and I still have no taste buds and I probably wouldn't have eaten my turkey pita if they did have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of my story is... &lt;strong&gt;THERE IS NONE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I JUST WANT MY APPETITE BACK AND I WANT TO BE ABLE TO TASTE, EAT, SMELL AND HEAR AGAIN! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-113141364888376957?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/113141364888376957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=113141364888376957&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/113141364888376957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/113141364888376957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/11/diner.html' title='Diner'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-113115785696641123</id><published>2005-11-04T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T21:30:56.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been sick</title><content type='html'>Last Friday Tony started to not feel so good and by the time Sunday came he was a sick mess.  On Monday I woke up feeling like crap, so I took a half day and we both went to the doctor.  We both have Upper Resp. Infections - except I really don't think that's what I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Tuesday came and I stayed home from work.  Wednesday came and I went back to work and Brooke was now out sick.  I started to feel better and was really happy since Thursday night I was going to the NIN concert with FLOOR SEATS (actually standing...there are no seats on the floor).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning I woke up at about 5:00am and puked my brains out.  I also felt like complete crap.  I had to go to work because as you all know, Thursday is deadline day.  Brooke did not go to work because she was still sick and being pregnant and being sick together probably isn't much fun.  So I went to work.  Suffered all morning.  Gave away my NIN ticket because there was no way in hell I would have been able to stand through the concert and enjoy myself.  My body hurt, my head hurt, I had no appetite at all, my ears-head-throat, etc.  everything hurt.  So, I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fever and it pretty much lasted all night.  I felt absolutly horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I stayed home from work and so did Brooke.  I am starting to feel a little better, but still not really all that good.  What the hell?  I'm telling you, I think I have/had the flu.  I haven't really eaten anything since Wednesday.  I've been living on water and tylenol and pretty much on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am going to Long Island for my 2nd fitting for Juli's wedding and I just want to wake up and feel OK.  I'm not asking for perfect, I just want ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.   Everyone send get well msgs. my way please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-113115785696641123?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/113115785696641123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=113115785696641123&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/113115785696641123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/113115785696641123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/11/ive-been-sick.html' title='I&apos;ve been sick'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-113038129896455892</id><published>2005-10-26T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T22:48:18.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Outback Brawl</title><content type='html'>Ok, it really wasn't a brawl, but here is a short story of my night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; Gina went to Outback to pick up dinner and bring to her house for everyone. We pulled to the curb and fat-man was parked in the middle (btwn curb and parked cars). Another car pulled behind us and also waited for their food. Another car came and tried to get around us but couldn't cause fat-man was still in the way - and so began the honking - which led to the honking man to get out of his car - which led to him yelling at fat-man who started to yell at Gina - who yelled back at fat-man and honking man - which led to us pulling up a little bit and having no idea how he managed to get around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN more honking began - which led to fat-mans wife pointing and yelling at Gina - which led to Gina calling the lady a bitchfacewhore and to tell her fat psycho husband to move his car - which led to some other people getting out of there cars (oh yeah, other people = the line of cars trying to get in to Outback) - which led to more yelling from everyone and finger pointing - which led to a lady getting out of her car asking Gina to move and having Gina tell the lady to please look at fat-man who was clearly in the way - which led to Gina actually saying "Tell the psycho fat-man to move his truck, he is crazy" - which led to lady yelling at fat-man and saying "she's calling you crazy, you're calling her crazy" - which led to Outback bringing out our food and asking us to move up - which we did, and that did nothing cause we weren't the problem - which finally led to us paying and Gina telling Outback man she felt threatened and wanted to call the cops and having Outback man looking totally scared I laughed so he knew she was kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what was I doing all this... LAUGHING MY ASS OFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to have dinner over there again!  Love you G*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-113038129896455892?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/113038129896455892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=113038129896455892&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/113038129896455892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/113038129896455892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/10/outback-brawl.html' title='Outback Brawl'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-112977568926530539</id><published>2005-10-19T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T22:34:49.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight I was in hell.....</title><content type='html'>If you were to ask me to describe what I though Hell is, I would describe the Verizon store on Rt. 4 in Paramus. Let me explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new phone on Saturday. After weeks of my cell sending text msgs to various people, and voicemails not showing up till days later, I decided to buy a new one. I got my phone, was really excited. Downloaded my rings, sent and received pictures, talked on instant messenger; I pretty much enjoyed the excitement of having a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work I stopped at my parents and hung out with my aunt and mom and dad. I then put a bunch of stuff in my car and left. As I got home I put my cell in my front pocket and loaded up with things to bring in. I got in the house, put everything down and took my phone out of the pocket. The front screen was now just a bright light. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I freaked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I shut the phone on and off, took out the battery, re-formatted my display, did everything and then broke down and called customer service. After a 15 minute chat she told me I would need to bring my phone to Verizon and a technician would look at it. I asked how long this would take and she said could be 10 minutes, could be a couple of hours. I asked what else I needed to bring and she said "Just the phone". "I don't need to bring my receipts of the box" I asked, "No, they will have your information in the system and they do not need the box".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony &amp;amp; I headed to Verizon. I went in, stood in line for 10 minutes....Side story&lt;br /&gt;Man behind me: Are you having problems with that phone?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes&lt;br /&gt;MBM: What problems are you having?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (I explain to him what happened and then) Do you have this phone too?&lt;br /&gt;MBM: My girlfriend does and she has a problem with speaker phone, everytime she calls me it echoes, blahblahblahitunedhimoutblahblahblah...Hey, can you call me?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh&lt;br /&gt;MBM: I want to see if it has the same problem with your phone&lt;br /&gt;Me: (yes the dumbass I am called him)&lt;br /&gt;and the remainder was... It didn't happen with my phone. His gf showed up, all was well. Tony reminded me how this weirdo now how my number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another side note. He was there for her phone which is the same as mine. Someone else was there picking up their phone from being fixed - same one as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to my story. So basically. The girl takes my phone, sees it's broke, says I can get a new one and then they ask...."Did you bring the box". Of course I didn't cause bitchfaceverizonlady said I didn't. BUT I did bring my receipt, which they also needed. Sooooooo... Tony and I drove back home and got the f*in box and went back to Verizon and waited in line and was helped and after about 15 minutes the lady says a loud "oops" Well, apparently as she was finishing up with me she hit a button and cleared the entire entry and had to start over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my phone, they redid my address book for free....I get a refund on my rings... I LOST all my picture - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YES BROOKE, I LOST THE PICTURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, when she was giving me my completed address book....Someone else was picking up their phone - which also had a speaker problem - and...It was the same phone as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask...How can a phone which is like 1 month new have this many problems. I should have kept my old crappy one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112977568926530539?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/112977568926530539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=112977568926530539&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112977568926530539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112977568926530539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/10/tonight-i-was-in-hell.html' title='Tonight I was in hell.....'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-112950730310475048</id><published>2005-10-16T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T20:01:43.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch-Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I haven't blogged in a few so I figured I would and I would catch you all up on what's going on in the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;World of Lynn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On Thursday I went to see &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My Chemical Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;em&gt;Marie, Jay &amp; Jaimie&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;It was a lot of fun&lt;/strong&gt;. There was a lot of younger people there. Young concert attendees who would scream like they were being murdered. They would do this in each others faces. It was pretty damn annoying. At one point I decided to scream like I was being murdered and .... &lt;strong&gt;Boy did that feel good!&lt;/strong&gt; It really did! Ha. Anyway, the concert was fun, we met up with Fredwood and all enjoyed 40 oz more of beer for only a quarter more (yeah...Beers were 7.00-7.25)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Friday night I went to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Weezer/Foo Fighters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; concert with &lt;em&gt;Tony, Jay &amp;amp; Jaimie&lt;/em&gt;. Me &amp;amp; Tones seats were really good! We were lower tier facing the stage and during Weezer, he came out and sang accoustic closer to our section and during Foo - Dave Grohle (spl?) came out and jammed closer to our section.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The concert was AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dave G said something funny, that I wanted to share with you. He asked how many ppl bought the new album. The he said, or did you download it and steal it. The he says&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.."This is how I look at it. I don't have any weed and my friends have a joint....Yeah, I'll probably take a few hits off that joint"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I thought that was great! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today -&lt;strong&gt; I am sick!&lt;/strong&gt; Last night I started to feel crappy and today I woke up close to death. I have to get better because I have a wedding this week and I can not miss work. I have been doing nothing but eating soup, drinking water, taking meds and sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am now going to go back to the couch and continue to lay there and pretend to watch football. Send me get well wishes! Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112950730310475048?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/112950730310475048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=112950730310475048&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112950730310475048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112950730310475048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/10/catch-up.html' title='Catch-Up'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-112898633502472857</id><published>2005-10-10T19:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T19:18:55.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;This past Saturday was Juli's Bridal Shower. Since Nicole &amp; I are in the bridal party we were to get there early to help setup and get things ready for the party. The party was in Long Island. We had to be there by 11:30 and the party started at 1:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10:00 am we were on the road, which is very amazing since when you put Nicole &amp;amp; I together one of us is always late (usually her ... lol ). It was a rainy day but that didn't mess up our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 10:30 and according to our directions without traffic we should arrive in about 10 minutes. I turned to Nicole and said "wow, we hit no traffic". Nicole turned to me and said "I see traffic ahead".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we sat. And sat. And sat some more. And watched some people get out of their cars in the rain, and watched the fire truck go by and the 5th cop car pass and then we sat some more. We became a big fan of 1010 wins. And we would listen to the same traffic update "Over turned tractor trailer on the Van Wyck near Jules Street. Entire highway closed." Lucky us. We were 1 exit away from Jules Street. And so..... We remained seated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a million calls to Juli &amp;amp; her sisters we started to move. The opened the left lane, the lane we were in. We made it through and then heard on the news that they closed the highway again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked into the party at 12:55pm. Yes 5 minutes before it started. Good thing this wasn't a surprise bridal shower! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112898633502472857?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/112898633502472857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=112898633502472857&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112898633502472857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112898633502472857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/10/traffic.html' title='Traffic'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-112848043517399527</id><published>2005-10-04T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T22:47:15.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry...</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a while.  I have been really busy.  I will blog again soon ... maybe tomorrow.  Yes, tomorrow will be fine!  Till then ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112848043517399527?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/112848043517399527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=112848043517399527&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112848043517399527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112848043517399527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry...'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-112769633705949210</id><published>2005-09-25T20:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T12:25:13.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlantic City.. Part Deux</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Instead of writing a ridiculously long blog about my Atlantic City trip #2 with Allison, I figured it would be easier to just sum it up, day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to ask as many questions as needed. I will try to give a little description if I feel it's needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;* car&lt;/span&gt;= a lot of fun, baby, music, entertainment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*100,000 miles&lt;/span&gt; = call Brooke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*Burlesque show&lt;/span&gt; = being the youngest 2 girls there (everyone was seriously 60+) and having a creepy man who stared at us the entire time and would occasionally lick his lips as he continued to stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*Clutch&lt;/span&gt; = surprise 2 tickets from John ... not being able to open our eyes ... watching Clutch on the couch upstairs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*1:57 am&lt;/span&gt; = waking Allison up (haha, she passed out) and giving Fred &amp; John their sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*Morning&lt;/span&gt;-6pm = room service, Mr. &amp; Mrs. Smith, party-goods, baby, L's, fun times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*Dinner&lt;/span&gt; = Joe Perry bringing out my quesidillas..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*Halogeneration&lt;/span&gt; = John &amp;amp; Fred's band...backstage/vip passes, Allison being the bands photographer for the night, walking in on dirty girls dry-humping, watching Ill Nino from upstairs private room, not being able to function and open our eyes, texting Patrick, whores whores whores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*After party&lt;/span&gt; = Foundation Room (denied), dropkicking whores, going to Worship for 2 beers and then making our way to the Spirit Bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*Spirit Bar&lt;/span&gt; = drinking the &lt;strong&gt;BIGGEST BEER IN AMERICA&lt;/strong&gt; (Fred had 1 too), watching girls make out and one of their boyfriends freak out a little, got drunk with Allison and others, Allison's girl punch, more texting to Patrick ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*After the Bar&lt;/span&gt; = room service, marinara on the bed, shut the fuck up and give me a muffin, gropers, Fred do you smoke?, Austin Powers, madness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*Morning&lt;/span&gt; = muffin throwing, wrestling, destroying the room,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*check out&lt;/span&gt; = continuing with the craziness, fighting for the shower, chaos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*Time to go&lt;/span&gt; = meeting for lunch, re-cap of our nights, Foundation Room tour, driving John to his haunted house&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There you have it!  I would like to state that Allison is an awesome person to go away with and hang out with (she didn't bribe me to say that at all).  I have some silly pictures, but not as many as the last time.  I will post them soon!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's to Atlantic City Trip #3!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112769633705949210?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/112769633705949210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=112769633705949210&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112769633705949210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112769633705949210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/09/atlantic-city-part-deux.html' title='Atlantic City.. Part Deux'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-112732445439478921</id><published>2005-09-21T13:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T13:40:54.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bach. Party Weekend</title><content type='html'>This weekend was Juli’s bachelorette party weekend!  We had a lot of fun.   We went to Hershey for the weekend and on Saturday we did some  girly things, went to dinner and went to Harrisburg and hit up the bars.  The on Sunday we went to Hershey Park and had a lot of fun and of course came back to our suite for some more drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this weekend was very entertaining I will give you a top 5 list of things that happened to me this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Thought I spoke to Allison when I was wasted (but I didn’t) and then got really upset that she hung up on me (again – she didn’t)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Skipped the first roller coaster because I was way to hung over and that would have ruined everyone on the ride’s good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Danced on the bar and got beads (no there was no flashing involved)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Puked my brains out on the highway outside of the cab on our way back to our suite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Tried to climb the wall of the bar because I thought I was a rock climber (please note I was actually climbing door handles/hardware that was on the wall of the bar)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112732445439478921?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/112732445439478921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=112732445439478921&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112732445439478921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112732445439478921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/09/bach-party-weekend.html' title='Bach. Party Weekend'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-112657591241468304</id><published>2005-09-12T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T21:45:12.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Perfect Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, it was 5pm and the end of a horrible Monday at work...I got in my car and took off for 287. I sat in complete silence and thought about the bad day I had. I got on the turnpike and gave a quiet whisper of a thank god there's no traffic. I started my commute to the gym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I got a little more than halfway home my cell rang. It was Juli. This was our conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Juli: So, what else is going on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Me: Nothing, why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Juli: No reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Me: Are you still at work or on your way home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Juli: I'm ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(rudely interrupting Juli)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Juli, hang on there's a cop behind me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I move from the fast lane into the middle lane and notice that he follows me and then the lights go on. I look down at the phone and close it shut.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am now pulled over on the tnpk cursing in my head of how I didn't think my day would get any worse, yet it has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Cop: Officer Idontgiveacrapiwanttogiveyouaticket NJ State Police, license, registration, insurance ...Do you know why I pulled you over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Me: For speeding &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(my eyes are now starting to swell and all I can think is.. I do not cry! I do not cry in front of a cop)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...Now my eyes are tearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Cop: Are you ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Me: Yeah, this just ended my perfect day I was having &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(sarcastic, yet sad - remember my eyes were all teary)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Cop: Do you have any points on your license?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Me: No &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(sniff sniff)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The cop is now at his car and I get to sit there and watch the thousands of cars SPEED on by. My car shakes every now and then. I look back to see if the cop notices all the others flying by. About 10 minutes goes by ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Cop: I pulled you over for doing 80 in a 55. Because your license is clean I am giving you a $50.00 fine for obstructed view. There is no points for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Me: Thank You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Cop: I am also giving you a written warning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(chuckling in my head and thinking... I thought this was fake, this isn't real? A written warning??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Thank You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Cop: Please be careful and obey the speed. Have a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Me: Thank You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, the moral of this story is... Even if you're a strong girl, it pays to shed some tears every now and then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112657591241468304?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/112657591241468304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=112657591241468304&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112657591241468304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112657591241468304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-perfect-day.html' title='My Perfect Day'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-112614316468312111</id><published>2005-09-07T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T21:32:44.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>Well, it's Wednesday night and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm bored!&lt;/span&gt;  What better to do than &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blog while you're bored!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just realized that my next 3 months are going to be super busy for me!  And within those 3 months I have 2 weddings, 1 wedding shower, 1 baby shower, 2 bachelorette parties, adventures in AC and watching as a good friend moves away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Normally my life is dull and boring and boring and dull...ok, it's not really that bad - I just normally have a weekend to just sit and relax!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Here is my September schedule (yep, I'm killing more time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sept. 10th weekend&lt;/strong&gt; - Pig Roast &amp; cleaning out mom &amp;amp; dads patio (since I moved out 5 yrs ago and still have stuff in there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sept. 17th weekend&lt;/strong&gt; - Juli's Bachelorette Party Weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sept. 23rd weekend&lt;/strong&gt; - Atlantic City with Allison ... bitches!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sept. 30th weekend&lt;/strong&gt; - possible concert/possible nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to hang out with me at all, I suggest you pick Sept. 30th weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this post was dull.  Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112614316468312111?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/112614316468312111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=112614316468312111&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112614316468312111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112614316468312111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/09/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-112595884396899791</id><published>2005-09-05T18:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T18:20:43.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best time EVER!</title><content type='html'>On Saturday &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Allison, Aimee and I went to Atlantic City to see The Used, 30 Seconds to Mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ... concert!  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(who doesn't want to see Jared Leto and Bert on the same night?!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt; We stayed at the Showboat and the concert was at the House of Blues.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We had a KICK ASS TIME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where should I begin?!?  We checked in our room, walked through the casino &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(searching for soda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and within minutes we were in a parade!  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(you think I'm kidding!?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  We then met up with John &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Allison's friend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and went to the vending machine to get soda for our cockatils!  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE HIT THE JACKPOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;...at the vending machine since it would not accept quarters, but was more than happy to give all change in quarters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We got to the room and began to drink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  We drank the entire bottle of Vodka.  As we waited for Fred &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(another one of Allison's friends)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;we thought it best that we continue drinking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  I heard a noise in the hallway and got excited that Fred was here, but it was only the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;china-men&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; next door....at that moment I had to call Brooke and tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;John &amp; Fred are amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and work for H.O.B. they told us what times the bands we wanted to see went on.  We got to the show &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(completely drunk)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and they took us to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;right stage v.i.p. room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!  We watched the show from up there and it was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show we thought the best thing to do would be to go back up to the room, order room service and get ready to go back out....which we did, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;we drank A LOT more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with some other people; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Johnny was Allison's "gift"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  We do not know where he came from, but he had the biggest smile and was a lot of fun.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We went to the H.O.B. club and partied our asses off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was so long and so much fun, I can't even begin to type out every single thing that happened...all I know is &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allison &amp; I are going back in 3 weeks and we're ready to party!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 6ish I stumbled back to the room with John &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(after losting in roulette)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and I did not want to sleep.  But, because of all the beer and fun, we all passed out &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(except Allison for a little bit cause she can out party us all!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun!!  Go check out my pictures and be sure to leave comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks bitches!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112595884396899791?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/112595884396899791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=112595884396899791&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112595884396899791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112595884396899791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/09/best-time-ever.html' title='Best time EVER!'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-112533256139385071</id><published>2005-08-29T12:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T12:22:41.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Near Death</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday Tony and I almost died!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I’m kidding… well here is my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you some background info first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents took their Chrysler to A.C. on Friday.  On Saturday they were suppose to drive from A.C. to Wildwood to meet up with some friends.  On Friday I get home from the gym and have a msg. from my dad saying that there was an emergency and I need to call him.  After panicking about what kind of emergency there was, I called to find out the emergency involved their car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On their way to A.C. the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;check engine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; light came on.  The pulled over and waited a little while, Then they preceded on their way.  When they reached their destination they called their mechanic and took the car to a mechanic who both said that they should not drive to Wildwood, and that they should drive it home slowly when they were ready to leave.  If the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;check engine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; light began to flash, they should get out of the car and not drive it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents came home early on Saturday and called to tell me that they arrived and that the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;check engine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; light went off when they pulled in front of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I need to know so much about their car you ask?  Well on Monday my dad was going to take my car to be &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;serviced&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I was to use their car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday morning we &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;switched&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cars. Tony and I went food shopping and we were about 5 blocks from our house when a &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;horrible smell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that I never smelt before was in the car.  All of a sudden Tony yelled for us to get out of the car.  I looked at him and &lt;strong&gt;smoke was filling up the car&lt;/strong&gt;.  We got out of the car and waited on the side of the road.  A man came outside to see if we were ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then decided it was ok to drive to our house.  We got it to our house, had it towed to my parents mechanic and survived death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as right now, all I know was that the top of the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;battery was melted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112533256139385071?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/112533256139385071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=112533256139385071&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112533256139385071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112533256139385071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/08/near-death.html' title='Near Death'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-112420995640530473</id><published>2005-08-16T12:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T12:32:36.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's in the mail ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;This is the 2nd time I had to type this because Blooger Sucks sometimes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyways, I will try to have it as humorous as the first time it was typed out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I learned that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;someone I know has a mail order bride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;No need to whipe off your computer monitor,  you read that correctly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been speculated for quite some time, but yesterday, thanks to Linda &amp; Jeff, it has become a proven fact.  They overheard him tell someone how he "&lt;strong&gt;purchased&lt;/strong&gt;" his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I told Tony about this new fact!  Tony's response was "&lt;strong&gt;good for him&lt;/strong&gt;".  I looked at him puzzled and then he said "&lt;strong&gt;he can beat her if he wants to&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;please note that Tony does not condone female beatings of any kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then followed this up with "&lt;strong&gt;If he owns her he can do whatever he wants, she is his property&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony has made a great point.  I own my Honda.  If I want to I can drive that baby off a cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has a Buy a Bride catalog, I would love to see a copy.  I want to see the vast choices of a wife these catalogs have to offer.  I want to see what kind of woman is that desperate to come to America that she would give up all her rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This discovery does explain a lot of the phone calls I have overheard over the past few months.  Calls like "Shut the hell up you stupid piece of $hit" and the "what the hell do you know, you can barely speak and understand English" there's also the "Why must you always bother me, you're nothing but a no good bitch" and my all time favorite " I should have kept my $1.99 and I could have upgraded to a better wife".  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ok, that last one I made up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any mail order bride stories, please feel free to share!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112420995640530473?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/112420995640530473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=112420995640530473&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112420995640530473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112420995640530473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-in-mail.html' title='It&apos;s in the mail ...'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-112378119559137642</id><published>2005-08-11T13:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T21:31:30.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of my couches....grrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Century Gothic';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;About 7 weeks ago Tony and I FINALLY ordered new couches for our home!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have needed them for quite some time, but stalled on the process because we couldn�t decide on a color/fabric/size.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Century Gothic';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We ordered 1 sofa and 2 love seats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Century Gothic';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last week BILCO Delivery Co. called and said our couches were in and they wanted to set up an appointment for delivery.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since the sofa was large and needed to be taken apart a nice man named &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Orlando&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; would be the one doing that.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Patty from Bilco, in her nasely voice, told me that I would need to call him to set up that appointment.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I reminded her that only the sofa needed to be taken apart and I asked when the other two were going to come.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She said with the sofa.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I called &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Orlando&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and made the appointment for this past Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Century Gothic';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On Thursday Tony called &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Orlando&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; to see if he could come on Friday and unfortunately he could not.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He reminded &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Orlando&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; to only take apart the sofa and said he would see him Monday.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Century Gothic';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Monday came and Orlando called Tony to tell him he was running a bit late but said not to worry he was going to pick up the sofa now.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tony asked about the love seats and he said he had no idea about those, BILCO never spoke of those.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I called nasely Patty and asked her the deal.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Basically after 3-4 phone calls to her she told me that we had to set up another appt. and &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Orlando&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; couldn�t take them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The appointment was set for Wednesday btwn 2pm-7pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Century Gothic';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday Tony left work early so he would be home by 2.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At 4pm Nasely Patty called and said the delivery men were running late and now wouldn�t be there till btwn 6pm-8pm.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At 8:05pm the delivery man called and told me &lt;em&gt;&amp;lt;in his snotty, rico suave phone voice&amp;gt;&lt;/em&gt; that they were running late and wouldn�t be there till about 9-9:15. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Century Gothic';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At 10:15pm I decided it was time to call back the delivery man.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did and asked him when we could expect them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He told me they were on their way &lt;em&gt;&amp;lt;really snotty&amp;gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I asked about how much longer till they arrived and he said 10 minutes &lt;em&gt;&amp;lt;super duper snotty&amp;gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So at 10:45 our couches finally arrived!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Century Gothic';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They look great &lt;em&gt;&amp;lt;please see picture&amp;gt;&lt;/em&gt; but one of the love seats doesn�t fit in the room nicely &lt;em&gt;&amp;lt;it makes the room too cramped&amp;gt;&lt;/em&gt; so that is in the fish room.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Century Gothic';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**follow-up:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This morning I decided that I should call good ole� BILCO and complain.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I spoke with nasely Patty and told her what happened.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did start off by saying I was not blaming her or accusing her, I was just unhappy with the service and the delivery men�s uncourtesy of calling me to tell me they would be severly late.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She didn�t care.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was just rude and dull and�nasely.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She pointed out that other delivery company�s close at 6pm and we wouldn�t have received our furniture that day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I reminded her of the time she originally gave us and then I told her that we have other furniture on order and now we will not be using them as the delivery co.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;she laughed and said �we�re the only delivery co. that store uses� and I said �I am aware of that and that is why we have gotten our own delivery company to take that large order�.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She went silent.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have the owner�s name &lt;em&gt;(her brother)&lt;/em&gt; and I will be sending him a letter along with a letter to the better business bureau.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Century Gothic';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That is my story.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope you enjoyed it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Please take note and never use BILCO Delivery Co. located in Passaic, NJ.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/couches002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112378119559137642?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/112378119559137642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=112378119559137642&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112378119559137642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112378119559137642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/08/story-of-my-couchesgrrrr.html' title='The story of my couches....grrrr'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-112360482058181822</id><published>2005-08-09T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T12:27:00.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>top ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Today I am going to write a list! (yay lists).  My list will be entitled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE TOP 10 THINGS I WOULD LIKE TO DO BEFORE I EXPIRE ON THIS PLANET!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;please share your thoughts!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Travel to Italy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Get Married, have children, etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Bungee jump/ski-dive/hang-glide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Win the lottery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Go rock climbing (and I do not mean the ones they have at Great Adventure)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Meet and have dinner with one of my favorite celebrities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Solve a real-life murder mystery and have the key to a city handed to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Become the top exec or president or ceo of a company that does amazingly well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Design and have my dream house built&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Meet a Genie and have some wishes granted for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112360482058181822?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/112360482058181822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=112360482058181822&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112360482058181822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112360482058181822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/08/top-ten.html' title='top ten'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-112317779793427391</id><published>2005-08-04T13:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T13:49:57.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My butt hurts!</title><content type='html'>Why you ask! lol  Because as of last night I have no seating furniture in my living room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I lied a little bit.  I just wanted to get your attention to read my blog! lol  there is one small couch that can hold no more than 2 people and the 2 people who are sitting in it are pretty much on top of each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered new couches over 6 weeks ago and we finally go the call that they have arrived and will be delivered on Monday (we are trying to get them for tomorrow).    I am so excited!  The couches we had in the living room were super duper old!  2 of them were from my parents house which were bought brand new back in the late 80's and one came from Juli which was also old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET ME TELL YOU IT WAS A BITCH TO CARRY THEM OUT!  Tony and I definitly got some upper body strength.  We couldn't even ask for help because where would the 3rd or 4th person stand to help carry it out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that is all I wanted to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I title this "My Butt Hurts"??   FROM SITTING ON THE FLOOR BITCHES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112317779793427391?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/112317779793427391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=112317779793427391&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112317779793427391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112317779793427391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-butt-hurts.html' title='My butt hurts!'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-112257163674361010</id><published>2005-07-28T13:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T13:27:16.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!</title><content type='html'>There is a new drug on the market called the "I want to do anything and everything in my powers to piss off, ignore, pay no attention to my boss Lynn".  This drug is amazing.  You're confused?  Let me explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first day back from my MIAMI vacation was yesterday.  I walked in, sat down, started to go through my work blah blah blah.  At 9am everyone started to show up.  Well one of my sales reps decided that while I was away he was going to do everything he possibly could to make my first day back hell.  He mis-quoted people, he didn't look over his work, he pretty much made up his own job description and went with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, without getting into every single detail.. this has rolled-over into today's work day!  I am NOT HAPPY right now!  He had about 5 meetings with myself and the publisher while he was on probabtion and another meeting with me prior to me leaving for vacation.  Does he just not care?  Does he not want to make money?  Our job is to sell and the more you sell the more money you get in your own pocket.  I just do not understand this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a strong drink right now!  Someone, please bring me one!  Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112257163674361010?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/112257163674361010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=112257163674361010&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112257163674361010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112257163674361010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/07/help.html' title='Help!'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-112248352253142950</id><published>2005-07-27T12:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T12:58:42.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to reality...</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm back from vacation and back to reality &lt;strong&gt;WHICH SUCKS ASS&lt;/strong&gt;!  I love going away on vacation.  Yes, I hate being away from all my friends and the people I love, but it's so nice to just get up and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realized that I'm lucky enough to get to go on a lot of vacations.  Within the past 1-2 years I have gone to the following places:&lt;br /&gt;Bahamas,California, Disney, Jamaica, Miami ... Where should I go to next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Miami was a blast!  I had a lot more fun on Sunday night than on Saturday.. but I did have fun both nights.   I want to cancel my last post about being uncool.. because after this weekend &lt;strong&gt;I'M COOL AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have posted pics, so go check them out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112248352253142950?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/112248352253142950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=112248352253142950&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112248352253142950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112248352253142950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/07/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to reality...'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-112191718066960649</id><published>2005-07-20T23:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T23:39:40.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep, it's true</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I've become a very lame "un-cool" person. I know, you're all say, "There's no way you're un-cool Lynn", well I feel it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to Miami Beach in 3 days. Marie and I decided that we're going to go to Crobar because (a) it's suppose to be kick ass (b) it's the crobar (c) we're in Miami! I occasionally go to bars and when I'm there I'm dressed "cute" and "comfy". I now need some sort of "clubbyish-go-out-and-party-till-god-knows-when" outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell do I bring with me?! I went to the mall the other day to make an exchange and I wandered from store to store only to come up empty-handed. I then realized, holy shit I suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway ... I still don't know what to pack. The only shirts I have that are cute are now to big. I don't know what kind of shoes to bring. (I can go on forever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's it. I just realized this post sucks. :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112191718066960649?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/112191718066960649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=112191718066960649&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112191718066960649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112191718066960649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/07/yep-its-true.html' title='Yep, it&apos;s true'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-112171059358853720</id><published>2005-07-18T14:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T14:16:33.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kids ...</title><content type='html'>This weekend Tony &amp; I have decided that we may never have children.  We opt to lease them out for a few months at a time... or just borrow kids from somewhere else. Why you ask... here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was Danny's 1st birthday party.  It was a lot of fun and everyone seemed to have a good time.  Tony and I brought Christopher, our 2 yr old God son with us.  He was so well behaved!  He had fun with all the other kids and didn't want to stop the fun to even eat.  Because Chris is not my child I didn't feel comfy letting him roam around within my view.  I followed him everywhere.  Tony and I tagged in and out so each of us would get a break.  He was not the problem.  All the other kids we were "Watching" was.  As I said earlier, everyone was having a good time but man... PARENTS, WATCH YOUR KIDS!  I saw one little two yr old climb under the fence to get to the pool.  Tony saw this too and quick grabbed her.  The gate was open and a few times I saw kids going towards it.  Now, please note... I am not saying these parents were bad.  They saw adults near their kids and prob. realized we wouldn't let anything happen, but come and check on them once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony and I went home and passed out so early it wasn't funny.  Then we got up and our bodies ached.  I went to the gym in hopes that I would feel better, nope.  Kids wear you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to rent your child out to me and Tony for the day, feel free.  I will guarantee they will come home pooped and pass out... like Chris.  He slept from about 6 till Sunday morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112171059358853720?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/112171059358853720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=112171059358853720&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112171059358853720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112171059358853720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/07/kids.html' title='kids ...'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-112144951398439822</id><published>2005-07-15T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T13:45:13.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you like fries with that...</title><content type='html'>Today's post will be scattered.  There are many different items I would like to touch on today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with Dunkin Donuts (yes, again).  This morning I got out of my car and as I was approaching the door I noticed a man asking his wife what she wanted.  This man gave me a vibe of "My car was parked here before you therefore I should be in line ahead of you".  Well, i went in first, held the door open for him and he got in line behind me.  We waited on the long line and just when it was about to me my turn the man got off line, grabbed a milk from the fridge and jumped in front of me and gave his order!  Can you believe that crap!  I was going to say something but what would it matter, they were already preparing his order.  Grr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my nephew's 1st birthday party.  I volunteered to be Elmo.  Little did I know that the Elmo head was going to make me see the white-light to death.  That helmet is so big, yet so close to your nose and mouth I felt like I was suffocating.  I am hoping my Elmo backup will wear the costume.  If not, I will do it because I promised - but I may pass out! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 8 days I will be in Miami Beach!  (I just wanted to put that in there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willy Wonka came out today and I am so pumped to see it!  No, I will not go see it on the opening weekend, but I def. will see it soon!  I love Willy Wonka and I love Johnny Depp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I want to talk about is the tv show Coupling, which started last night at 9pm on abc.  If you haven't watched this show you def. should watch it next Thursday.   It is about people who do some online dating and then when they meet the person they sometimes turn out to be not who they claimed to be the whole time.  Next weeks episode has someone Tony and I know - well sortof know.  Tonys uncles friend.  His name is Steve and he is the guy with the girls in bikini's washing his Hummer.  Go watch it and let me know what you think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112144951398439822?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/112144951398439822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=112144951398439822&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112144951398439822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112144951398439822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/07/would-you-like-fries-with-that.html' title='Would you like fries with that...'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-112113388248429442</id><published>2005-07-11T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T22:05:24.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/3938/640/haircut%20july%209%2005%200021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/3938/320/haircut%20july%209%2005%200021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair cut!&lt;br /&gt;You can totally tell I got my haircut!! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112113388248429442?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/112113388248429442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=112113388248429442&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112113388248429442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112113388248429442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-hair-cut-you-can-totally-tell-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-112113364031237021</id><published>2005-07-11T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T22:02:08.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/3938/640/P1010127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/3938/320/P1010127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Kevin (before my haircut)&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this isn't a very good picture of my hair down...but I've come to realize I wear my hair in a pony-tail A LOT!! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112113364031237021?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/112113364031237021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=112113364031237021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112113364031237021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112113364031237021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/07/me-and-kevin-before-my-haircut-ok-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-112109878065658438</id><published>2005-07-11T12:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T12:19:40.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My growing hair</title><content type='html'>This past Saturday I got my hair cut.  I get very strange when it comes to my hair and by strange I mean bored!  When my hair gets long I don't just trim it, i chop it!  Last time I went and cut bangs and cut my length and when I left there I CRIED and I swore to myself that I would never do that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this Saturday when I went there I told my friend that I just wanted a trim and for my bangs to be cut so that when they are dry they reach the end of my nose (at this point they reached the end of my chin).   She trimmed my hair, cut my bangs and that was it.  I went home, Tony took a picture (to add with all my other haircut pics) and my day continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie came over and right away she said she liked my hair and she noticed it was cut.  On Sunday my family all went out to eat for my mother's birthday and while we were eating my Aunt announced to everyone at the table that my hair had grown too long and I should have it cut.  Which I then looked at her and everyone else and said.. I did have it cut, yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at work i left my hair down and you can totally tell that my bangs were cut.  Well my friend Jeff came up to me and said..Your hair is getting so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell!!  He sees me more than Marie!  I work with him 5 days a week for 40+ hours and he thought my hair was longer??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I will post a pre-cut picture and an after cut picture and please tell me if it looks like my hair had grown since Saturday when it was cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112109878065658438?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/112109878065658438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=112109878065658438&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112109878065658438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112109878065658438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-growing-hair.html' title='My growing hair'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-112075884023329816</id><published>2005-07-07T13:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T13:54:00.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Arghghghghghghghg</title><content type='html'>I swore to myself that I wasn’t going to blog about this topic or any topics pertaining to what I’m about to type.  Because I swore this, I am going to keep to half of my word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will now type cryptically and if you can figure it out, you win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like repeating myself!  Why does it seem that between the hours of 9-5 I am always repeating things whether they are said 3 days ago or 3 minutes ago.  This drives me insane.  &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ABSOF*INLUTELY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If you tell me that your mom’s best friends cousin’s twice removed dog enjoys something and I respond to it, why must you tell me the exact same thing 10 minutes later??  I obviously heard you the first time you said it or I wouldn’t have responded to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you ask me how to spell the word ammonia, write it down and do not ask me how to spell it for the next 14 weeks!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I need to continue?  Do you get the point!  It may seem as if I’m in a bad mood; I’m not!  I’m just annoyed!  It takes a lot to put me in a bad mood and I’m not going to allow any small minded people to do that to me.  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That’s right, no diminutive, small, minute, tiny, undersized, etc. will put me in a bad mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That is all!  Please comment at will!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112075884023329816?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/112075884023329816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=112075884023329816&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112075884023329816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112075884023329816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/07/arghghghghghghghg.html' title='Arghghghghghghghg'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-112070196670190803</id><published>2005-07-06T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T22:06:06.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/3938/640/June%2025%2C%202005%20005.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/3938/320/June%2025%2C%202005%20005.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112070196670190803?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/112070196670190803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=112070196670190803&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112070196670190803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112070196670190803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/07/cheers.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-112070094056991225</id><published>2005-07-06T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T21:49:00.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my strange neighbors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tony &amp; I ordered new furniture about 2 weeks ago. Our coffee table and end tables arrived this past weekend and our couches should be here in about 4 more weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we threw out our love seat and 2 end tables. Last year when we threw away an old rug, table, chairs, etc.. The people of Wally-World came out and grabbed up our junk ... Tonight was no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sooner did Tony and I bring out the last end table when one of our neighbors was walking around looking at these tables.. All the while talking about these treasures on her cell. Tony &amp;amp; I went back in the house and brought the couch out when there was a different neighbor out there who asked us if she could have the end tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAS ANYONE SEEN THESE END TABLES? JULI AND I BOUGHT THEM LIKE 4 YRS AGO AT TARGET FOR LIKE $20. EACH! THESE END TABLES ARE PIECES OF CRAP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I keep looking out the window to see if anyone takes the couch. I think it would be so funny if they saw it in the dark and thought it was a great find and then lugged it in there house and set it up only to find.... The cushions are paper thin, there are 3 pillows shoved under the cushions to give it some volume, the whole bottom is ripped and it is about 15 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you all informed of what happens!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112070094056991225?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/112070094056991225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=112070094056991225&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112070094056991225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112070094056991225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-strange-neighbors.html' title='my strange neighbors'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-112058301001044275</id><published>2005-07-05T12:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T13:03:30.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scary Polish Lady and her car</title><content type='html'>It was about 5:30pm on Sunday afternoon when Tony and I arrived home from having lunch at TGIFridays.  We pulled the car in the driveway and went upstairs to relax.  About 5 minutes later our doorbell starts to ring like crazy.  Right away I thought it had to be (a). one of our friends (b) a family member who decided to come over to see some of our new furniture (c) a food delivery man who mistakenly rang out bell and not the neighbors bell below.  Unforntuantly, it was none of the above.  It was a little Polish lady with a very very thick Polish accent.  Here is what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polish Lady:  Do you live here?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Polish Lady:  Are those your cars in the driveway?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Polish Lady:  Is that your black car in the driveway too?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Side note, the neighbors were not home, it was only Tonys black Acura (with a cracked windshield which has nothing to do with this story, and my Silver Honda).&lt;br /&gt;Polish Lady:  You hit my car!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Excuse me?'&lt;br /&gt;Polish Lady:  Your black car hit my car, come and I will show you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: TONYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, me and the little Polish lady proceed to walk outside with Tony in the house totally confused.  As we're walking down the driveway she is looking at Tonys car and then she starts to look at my car.  Her car is at the end of the driveway with her bumper at the edge of my driveway.  She points to the back of her bumper, drivers side and says...&lt;br /&gt;Polish Lady:  When you back out you hit my car, see the black paint.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Maam, noone that lives in my house hit your car&lt;br /&gt;Tony is now walking towards us hearing us talk and is not about to have this lady say his brand new car did any damage to her car or anyone elses's. &lt;br /&gt;She points to our old neighbor friend who is sitting on his stairs and says "He told me it was you".  So Tony then says..&lt;br /&gt;Tony:  You can look at my car and you will see no damage at all and i will go in the house and call the police so they can come and you can fill out a police report.&lt;br /&gt;Polish Lady:  You hit my car while backing out&lt;br /&gt;Tony:  Let's call the police and see what he says&lt;br /&gt;Polish Lady:  Maybe it was the neighbors...&lt;br /&gt;Now she proceeds to walk into our neighbors yard to talk to them and our old neighbor friend comes to talk to us.  He tells us that she is a trouble maker and he never said we hit her car.  She asked who has a black car and he pointed us and other ppl on the block.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the lady comes back and tony points the passenger side of the bumper which is also banged up and then he says.. "A black car didn't hit your car, you see black because your red paint is scratched away and it's black underneath"&lt;br /&gt;Polish lady:  The other side of the bumper is an old hit&lt;br /&gt;Tony:  no, they are exactly the same.  Maybe you backed into something.  Should we call the police.&lt;br /&gt;The Polish lady got into her car and drove away never to be heard from again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Don't come to my house and think I'm going to pay for damage on a car that I never damaged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112058301001044275?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/112058301001044275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=112058301001044275&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112058301001044275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/112058301001044275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/07/scary-polish-lady-and-her-car.html' title='The Scary Polish Lady and her car'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-111996224209394122</id><published>2005-06-28T08:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T08:38:00.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New and Improved</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So, in case you haven't noticed ... I have updated my website and gave it a new look! This is still in its developmental stages and some pages still need to be worked on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me know what you think!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I also wanted to remind you that I am always adding new pictures, so be sure to keep checking my photo gallery.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a short blog and it's because 1.) I am so tired and sitting at work and really am fighting staying awake and 2.) I have nothing else to say right now!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lynngallo.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.lynngallo.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-111996224209394122?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/111996224209394122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=111996224209394122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111996224209394122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111996224209394122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-and-improved.html' title='New and Improved'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-111941083982562993</id><published>2005-06-21T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T23:27:19.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah blahblah blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have been sitting here for a few minutes trying to think of something to blog about, when I decided that I will just blog about random things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So yesterday I went to Great Adventure with Greg for his birthday! Ah yes, little Gregory has aged the ripe age of 27 (oh God, I wish I just turned 27!!). We had a lot of fun and I learned one important lesson of Great Adventure - &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT REALLY DOESN'T MATTER WHAT TIME YOU GET THERE, YOU WILL ALWAYS HAVE TO WAIT ON LINE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Laura turned 30 on June 3rd~ Jenn turned 30 on June 19th~ Juli turned 30 today...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Conclusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM GOING TO BE 31 IN 7 MONTHS AND THEY JUST TURNED 30! gah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why are we so obsessed with Brad &amp; Jen? Or Tom &amp;amp; Katie? Leonardo &amp;amp; Giselle?? Come on, admit it... You want to know what's going on with them too. &lt;strong&gt;I am sitting at the edge of my chair to hear Jenn's side of the story!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you hear the one about the talking llama?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm going to dress up like Elmo for Danny's 1st birthday!! You may be asking yourselves &lt;em&gt;"why the hell would she be excited about wearing a hot costume in the middle of the Summer at an outside bbq"&lt;/em&gt;...I'll tell you why! Because I love my nephew! And because I can wear that costume and walk up to people and pat their heads, or rub their bellys, or just jump around like an ass and they can't do anything!! Why?&lt;strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BECAUSE I'M ELMO DAMMIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-111941083982562993?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/111941083982562993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=111941083982562993&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111941083982562993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111941083982562993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/06/blah-blahblah-blah.html' title='Blah blahblah blah'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-111897884688086731</id><published>2005-06-16T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T23:27:26.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And so my vacation begins!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;Yes, it is true! I am off of work until Tuesday! I planned these originally so Tony &amp;amp; I could go away somewhere for the weekend, but as of right now &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thursday 11:20 pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; we have not decided to go anywhere....And, that's actually ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;I am the type of person who likes to go and do things, especially when I took off of work! I would hop a plane to Vegas in a second. I would go hiking in the mountains in a second. I would do anything that doesn't require me to just sit inside on my couch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;The reasons I am ok with not going somewhere is because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;1. The weather isn't suppose to be all that great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;2. I have decided to finish working on our apartment &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(since we decided to not look at houses for at least 1 more year).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;I want to paint the bathroom and put up a new shelf and get new towels and a new shower curtain and just a new theme! I also want to possibly paint the hallway. We are definitely going to order our couches tomorrow morning and we're going to have our prints matted and framed once Peter returns for his adventure to the West Side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Anyway, I am going to go relax on the couch (haha) and stay up late because .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM ON VACATION!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-111897884688086731?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/111897884688086731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=111897884688086731&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111897884688086731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111897884688086731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/06/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins...'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-111888646526367074</id><published>2005-06-15T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T21:48:07.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HeLp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;STILL&lt;/strong&gt; attempting to change my website but I'm at a complete stand still. I have no idea what to do with it! I do know that it is so &lt;strong&gt;BORING&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;PLAIN&lt;/strong&gt; and just &lt;strong&gt;DULL&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fully aware that I am not a webdesigner! I did graduate with a B.S. in graphic design&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;(*side note..Isn't it weird that I got my degree in graphic design, which I had to take all art courses and by taking all art course technically I have a degree in Fine Arts too.. But because it's graphics it's a B.S. and not a B.A. ... End side note*) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but, that does not mean that I can create a kickin' website!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my site to &lt;strong&gt;STAND OUT&lt;/strong&gt;! I want it to scream &lt;strong&gt;LOOK AT ME, I AM THE BEST SITE EVER&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guys &lt;strong&gt;PLEASE&lt;/strong&gt; help me with some ideas!! I have a few in my head and thanks to the WebMaster, I know some geeky computer codes.. But that's not enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, tell me what to do please! I must now go edit some pictures of Dan &amp; Gina! They told me I publish bad pics of them and I have to not piss off the possible sister &amp;amp; brother-in-laws! :) &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/7983210-111888646526367074?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/111888646526367074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=111888646526367074&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111888646526367074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111888646526367074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/06/help.html' title='HeLp'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-111862895737738627</id><published>2005-06-12T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T22:15:57.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another wonderful weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank You Mother Nature!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for two beautiful weekends in a row!&lt;br /&gt;Hats off to you!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Can you tell I'm super happy about the weather!&lt;br /&gt;There is something about summer that just puts a neverending smile on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This weekend I had a lot of fun hanging out with friends, bbq'in and swimming and just having a good time!  I wish we all had a month off of work.  Everyone in the world (or usa) has the entire month of June off.  Wouldn't that be awesome.  Oh yeah, &lt;strong&gt;WITH PAY&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;So next weekend I have a 4 day weekend.  If anyone has any suggestions of what I can do, or where I can go... it would be of great help.  I already know that I'm going to Great Adventure on Monday; but where oh where should I go Fri - Sun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok, that's enough for now ... Let me know what you all did this weekend!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-111862895737738627?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/111862895737738627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=111862895737738627&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111862895737738627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111862895737738627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/06/another-wonderful-weekend.html' title='Another wonderful weekend...'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-111819218646737690</id><published>2005-06-07T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T20:56:26.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am</title><content type='html'>I am back from my blogger-hide-away. I would just like to point out that it is currently 9:00 pm and it's still about 80 degrees out. I LOVE SUMMER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what should I talk about today? It's been so long. So much has happened. I'm going to try to make it short and sweet. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love hot weather. Marie busted her foot so you can call her Gimpy if you want. I can't wait till the weekend comes. I finally went in the hot tub this weekend. Hide &amp;amp; Seek is a scary movie. The Yankees are losing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, there it is my friends! I promise the next time I write, it will contain something worth reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-111819218646737690?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/111819218646737690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=111819218646737690&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111819218646737690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111819218646737690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/06/here-i-am.html' title='Here I am'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-111681729463821050</id><published>2005-05-22T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:01:34.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamaican Me Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm back from Jamaica and I can't even begin to tell you how beautiful it is there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I will write more during the week (or at work to kill some time lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-111681729463821050?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/111681729463821050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=111681729463821050&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111681729463821050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111681729463821050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/05/jamaican-me-happy.html' title='Jamaican Me Happy'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-111594531590313125</id><published>2005-05-12T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T20:50:16.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4 days and counting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In 4 days I will be on a plane heading to Jamaica! I am so excited! I love going on vacations! I try to go on 2 a year, but at least 1 definite!! Last May I went to the Bahamas with Linda &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(about a year ago and it was so amazing and beautiful and just peaceful)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and this past October I went to California with &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;Tony&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(another amazing place)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year Marie and I go away. I think that it's important to have vacations with just friends. We have gone to Las Vegas twice and then a bunch of mini trips in between. It's just fun to get away with a good friend or group of friends and kick back, relax and have a good time. The good thing about going away with Marie is we both like to do the exact same things...But we both have different sets of extremes &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(ex: I would like to go cliff diving while Marie would like to sit on a cliff and drink a beer.. lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year Marie, my brother and Kevin are all going to Jamaica. This is going to be a good time! For one, we all get along. For two, we have separate rooms so if they want to go somewhere and we don't.. Well, we do our own thing and meet up later. And for three... We're all totally silly in our each unique ways &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(well, me and my brother tend to say similar silly things).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any of you readers gone to Jamaica? If so, what the hell do I need to pack?! Being a girl it's almost a prerequisite to over pack; I just need to know how much is too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go look over my clothes and try to figure something out &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(have to make sure they're all clean and ironed.. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-111594531590313125?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/111594531590313125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=111594531590313125&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111594531590313125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111594531590313125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/05/4-days-and-counting.html' title='4 days and counting...'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-111568406368471713</id><published>2005-05-09T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T20:14:23.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>F*in A&amp;P lady! I hate you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I went to A&amp;P after work today.  I only had a few items that I needed to get, so I knew it wouldn’t be too bad.  I got all of my things (maybe 15 in total) and waited my turn in the self-check out line.  When the lady in front of me was completely done I started to scan my items.  I scanned, paid and walked to the end of the lane and got ready to bag.  I picked up my very first item and was placing it in the bag when I heard the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;“bling”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; noise announcing that someone has begun scanning their items.  I looked up and the woman behind me in line was scanning.  She looked at me and said &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;“If you’re going to take so long you might as well bag my stuff too”&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WAS PUTTING MY 1ST OF 15 ITEMS IN THE BAG!  I WOULD HAVE BEEN DONE IN ALL OF 1 MINUTE – MAYBE EVEN LESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  So I looked at her and said something along the lines of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;“If you waited 1 minute I would have been done"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  Thoughts were racing through my head.  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Should I take her hamburgers and bag them and walk out with them?  Should I totally stall and take my time?  Should I bag each item in it’s own bag.&lt;/span&gt;  Ohhhh, I was so mad!  All I did was finish and leave.&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wait your turn and keep your ugly mouth shut!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-111568406368471713?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/111568406368471713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=111568406368471713&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111568406368471713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111568406368471713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/05/fin-ap-lady-i-hate-you.html' title='F*in A&amp;P lady! I hate you!'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-111499180695974107</id><published>2005-05-01T19:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T19:56:46.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I know I haven’t blogged in a while… I have been busy and I was sick last week and I had nothing interesting to say.  Now, I have some things to say. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I would like to comment on American Idol.  What the hell is wrong with you people &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(and by you, I mean all of you who did not vote for Constantine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  He was clearly better than at least 3 of the competitors left.  Well, because Constantine is no longer on A.I., and because I feel he was wrongly let go, &lt;strong&gt;I refuse to watch the show&lt;/strong&gt;.  I know what you’re thinking; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what difference is it going to make if Lynn doesn’t watch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Well, it won’t make any difference at all.  I just don’t want to waste more of my time watching a show where my favorite is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;in 2 weeks I am going to Jamaica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with Marie, Peter &amp; Kevin!  I am so excited!  On Saturday Marie and I went shopping in PA at the outlets!  We got the best spot, hit up all the stores, and shopped our brains out!  We did really good – Marie did even better!!  We also treated ourselves to new Coach bags &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(we treated ourselves to all the clothes we bought too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  Well now I’m on a shopping kick!  I cleaned out 2 closets just to make room for my new clothes and for more new clothes.  I gave away 1 full bag to needy people and I threw away 2.5 big bags!  Woohooo.. I think it’s time for shoe shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. what else.  We finally got a new dvd player.  What luck do we have where both of our dvd players die at the same time.  Marie and I watched Darkness on Friday night and it was kinda bad.  Right now I’m going to watch White Noise with Tony. I promise to blog again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-111499180695974107?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/111499180695974107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=111499180695974107&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111499180695974107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111499180695974107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-111335380294030396</id><published>2005-04-12T20:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T20:56:42.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ok folks ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;It's official.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a small crush on Constantine.. lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope he wins.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;That's all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-111335380294030396?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/111335380294030396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=111335380294030396&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111335380294030396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111335380294030396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/04/ok-folks.html' title='ok folks ...'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-111297758920000442</id><published>2005-04-08T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T12:26:29.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Marie always jokes around about how she's not my friend. I ask you this, if she wasn't my friend then why do we go away on vacation every year, why do we hang out at least once a week, why do we go on rides and talk on the phone and text message each other and why do we email each other every day? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Anyways, she is very careful with her wording to never refer to me as her friend. Well, yesterday she slipped and I saved it. Here is the exact email she sent. It was sent to her friend April and I was cc'd on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;YES I DO, CAUSE SHE'S MY FRIEND AND I WILL HAVE TO TELL HER TO BE NICE TO MY BOSS...LOL LOL LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;and here's the rest of the conversation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;HOLY CRAP!! PLEASE RE-READ THIS LINE!! I AM SAVING THIS FOREVER AND EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES I DO, CAUSE SHE'S MY FRIEND AND I WILL HAVE TO TELL HER TO BE NICE TO MY BOSS...LOL LOL LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’M YOU’RE FRIEND! HAHAHA, YOU SAID IT! I’M SAVING THIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;and more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;DAMMIT, AND I'VE ALWAYS BEEN SO CAREFUL WITH MY WORDS WHEN SPEAKING WITH LYNN...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SHE SHOWS IT I'M SAYING I WAS DRUNK AND APRIL YOU HAVE TO BACK ME UP...LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;And there you have it! She admitted it, then tried to cover it with lies.. but I saved the email! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thank You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-111297758920000442?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/111297758920000442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=111297758920000442&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111297758920000442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111297758920000442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-friend.html' title='My friend...'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-111289391627021757</id><published>2005-04-07T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T13:12:41.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Lies behind my eyes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/DieColdHearted/1105905079_sktopgreen.jpg" border="0" alt="&lt;a href=" /&gt;In'&gt;http://members.rogers.com/lim.jennifer/green.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In&lt;/a&gt; your eyes, people see life... You see yourself&lt;br /&gt;as just an average person! You enjoy life, love&lt;br /&gt;wildlife, but also enjoy time with those who&lt;br /&gt;know you best. You like to get outdoors and let&lt;br /&gt;your mind wander over all of the mysteries god&lt;br /&gt;gave to you. You don't really have a certain&lt;br /&gt;sanctuary because you're so well-rounded, but&lt;br /&gt;you like having fun and adventures, but can&lt;br /&gt;also be found sitting quietly about, reading a&lt;br /&gt;book. You have a pretty good life ahead of you,&lt;br /&gt;never trade it for anything else :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/DieColdHearted/quizzes/What%20Lies%20Behind%20Your%20Eyes%3F/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;What Lies Behind Your Eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-111289391627021757?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/111289391627021757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=111289391627021757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111289391627021757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111289391627021757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-lies-behind-my-eyes.html' title='What Lies behind my eyes?'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-111283706169560081</id><published>2005-04-06T21:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T21:24:55.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoothies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have entered the 2nd phase of my diet – the phase that allows some &lt;em&gt;“good”&lt;/em&gt; carbs back in. The &lt;em&gt;“good”&lt;/em&gt; carbs that I chose were fruits; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;berries&lt;/span&gt; to be exact. If you want me to be more exact I chose &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;strawberries&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blueberries&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;raspberries&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In doing so I have been making smoothies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh how I love the smoothies!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I limited myself to only one a night and I make sure that one is well worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night I made a &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blueberry&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;strawberry&lt;/span&gt; smoothie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I skipped the 2nd night – only because my fruit was bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Third night I made a &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blueberry&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;raspberry&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;strawberry&lt;/span&gt; smoothie.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight! Tonight’s was the best so far! &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Vanilla&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blueberry&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;raspberry&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;strawberry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to tell you all this because I am happy about my smoothies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you’re nice to me, maybe I’ll make you one too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;If you want to know my top secret smoothie recipe please email me your request! Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-111283706169560081?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/111283706169560081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=111283706169560081&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111283706169560081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111283706169560081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/04/smoothies.html' title='Smoothies!'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-111266370234441110</id><published>2005-04-04T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T21:15:02.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Work can be fun … sometimes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I’m sure all you workers agree with me that it sure would be nice to hit the lottery and be extremely wealthy and only work because you want to.  Well I actually enjoy working; I just don’t like being at work at a certain time and putting in a certain amount of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had a thought… work can be fun, sometimes!  I work with Brooke (which I’m sure you’re already aware of).  Work is fun when you share a department with someone you get along with.  Here are some things we do at work to help move our day along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lunch arrives – ask whose bottle of Diet Pepsi and when it is declared to be Brookes pretend to hand it to her but shake the hell out of the bottle right in her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Put toilet seat protectors on co-workers desk chair as they are nowhere to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Change desktop backgrounds to fun images such as Tina Turner, Cows, American Idol contestants, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Do lunges around the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Find secret tunnels/hallways throughout the office building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Tell spooky ghost stories to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Make pretty used gum presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Spit on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Pour water on chairs (while coworker is missing from his/her seat), or just spray water on your adventure to refill the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;This is not the end of the list.  There are many other things that we do but this list is here to help inspire you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-111266370234441110?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/111266370234441110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=111266370234441110&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111266370234441110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111266370234441110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/04/work-can-be-fun-sometimes.html' title='Work can be fun … sometimes.'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-111212004263118696</id><published>2005-03-29T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T13:14:02.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The wonderul world of Peds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today, in celebration of Brooke not being at work, I decided to wear a skirt.  Ever since the “Ugly Poem” post Brooke made, I try not to dress as nice at work.  It is unfair to have all the employees constantly come up to me and tell me how beautiful I look and then look at Brooke and laugh.. because of this, I tend to always wear dress pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it is spring and high boots are pretty much out of style I had to wear my cute little black shoes.  I do not like to wear pantyhose &lt;em&gt;(hose as the older women say)&lt;/em&gt; or knee highs.. I prefer peds.  What is a ped you ask &lt;em&gt;(well, if you’re a male you are probably asking)&lt;/em&gt;.  It is like a teeny tiny sock, in &lt;strong&gt;HOSE&lt;/strong&gt; material that only covers your foot.  It is hidden to everyone else – in the slight chance they are staring at your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put on my peds this morning, and my smelly shoes, and began to walk around my house.  These damn peds kept creeping into my shoes.  I thought that when I got to work it would stop, but &lt;strong&gt;NOOOO&lt;/strong&gt;.  Here I am, constantly adjusting my stinkin’ &lt;em&gt;(literally)&lt;/em&gt; peds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to share this with you all and I want to know if other woman, girls, children of all ages have this problem to.  What does one do to prevent the inevitable Peds-Creep?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-111212004263118696?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/111212004263118696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=111212004263118696&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111212004263118696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111212004263118696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/03/wonderul-world-of-peds.html' title='The wonderul world of Peds'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-111168772514113457</id><published>2005-03-24T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T13:08:45.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today!</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day, in about two weeks, that I am actually not aggravated at work! I think this calls for some kind of celebration &lt;cue&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realized that I have become a very stressed lady. I don't like to be stressed. It just seems that certain people know exactly which buttons of mine to press! Do you think they do this purposely or is it just coincidental? I have learned not to show when I'm aggravated; well not to let that person who is aggravating me know. Maybe I am actually pressing their buttons by doing this! Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough about that. Everyone should go log into Laura's blog and congratulate her on giving birth to her second son, Jack! When you're done over there you should stop by Brooke's blog and tell her that she really isn't ugly, but that the ugly poem is wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my blog was boring today - oh well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-111168772514113457?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/111168772514113457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=111168772514113457&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111168772514113457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111168772514113457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/03/today.html' title='Today!'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-111146616935829829</id><published>2005-03-21T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T23:36:09.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/3938/640/Brooke4.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/3938/320/Brooke4.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*day-dreaming of Bo Bice &amp; Constantine*&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-111146616935829829?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/111146616935829829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=111146616935829829&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111146616935829829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111146616935829829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/03/day-dreaming-of-bo-bice.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-111146562146001182</id><published>2005-03-21T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T23:27:01.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/3938/640/Brooke2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/3938/320/Brooke2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will be our next American Idol?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-111146562146001182?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/111146562146001182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=111146562146001182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111146562146001182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111146562146001182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/03/who-will-be-our-next-american-idol.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-111142639498539169</id><published>2005-03-21T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T12:33:14.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch time woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why is it, without fail, when I sit down to eat someone always comes up to me and starts to talk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Can't you see I'm eating? Can't you see that I cherish this hour I have and want to play on the internet, and want to talk on AIM, and want to just be alone and not be bothered with work or talk or anything.. &lt;strong&gt;GAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ok, so right now I'm eating and no one is bothering me and I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;Jen did come by to chat, but I like her so it doesn't bother me! Normally, below are the following things that happen to me typically during lunch hour at work. Please note that it is not the same person, various people that do the same thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;someone will see me about to bite into my salad and pull up a chair and sit down to chat about nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; someone will talk directly behind me, as I'm eating, with their mouth full of food and spit on me and my desk which then makes me throw away my lunch and sit at my desk and silently hurl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; someone will give me work to do and think that now is the best time to discuss it, when clearly there is food all over my face and I'm in the middle of taking a bite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I can go on and on and on with this list, but I don't want to. I'm enjoying my lunch today and now I'm going to go talk to Gina online!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-111142639498539169?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/111142639498539169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=111142639498539169&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111142639498539169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111142639498539169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/03/lunch-time-woes.html' title='Lunch time woes'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-111085564864478230</id><published>2005-03-14T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T22:00:48.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Blogger, Bad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I had written a really good blog titled &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Diet &amp; Exercise"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I clicked the spell check button and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*KAPLOW*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; blogger threw me into a new website and my post was &lt;em&gt;gone&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;(sniffle, sniffle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; This is not the first time this has happened. I have been told a gazillion times to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;"always copy and paste into a Word document"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;; too bad I never listened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;This post will be copied &amp; pasted, that's for sure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, because Blogger deleted me, and I do not have the energy to retype the whole post....This is all you'll get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed it ... Till tomorrow&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;63 days till Jamaica!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-111085564864478230?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/111085564864478230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=111085564864478230&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111085564864478230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111085564864478230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/03/bad-blogger-bad.html' title='Bad Blogger, Bad!'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-111047938066953686</id><published>2005-03-10T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T13:29:40.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Commute</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Every morning I sleepily hop into my car at 7am and begin my hour-long morning commute. I listen to my morning music, drive in the same lanes, go through the same tolls (which luckily they made one of them free this week), and take the same exact route. Nothing ever truly catches my eye on my commute; unless of course some ass is pissing me off and causing me road rage. Today, something did catch my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there are many ways to advertise your product &amp; service. Being in the advertising industry I know that all forms of advertising are good. You have your newspaper, magazines, flyers, billboards, even cars with ads on them. This morning I saw an ad and I questioned how it was advertised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close to exit 145 on the GSP Southbound side I was cut off by a beautiful black Cadillac Escalade. I love this car! This may be one of my top 5 favorite cars. I admit, I was a little pissed that he cut me off but I was distracted because on the back of his car in giant white letters was a name and phone number. I proceeded to move into the middle lane to glance at the side of his car and sure enough there was the name and phone number there too (I am a bit mad that I didn't write this down because for the life of me I can't remember what it said).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shocked me! Escalades are $60k+ vehicles. The business this man was advertising must be a well profitable business for them to use this car to continue with their ads. Why would they do that? Why not just put up another billboard or tv ad or radio commercial. Why would you ruin a gorgeous expensive car to advertise your service/product. I could understand if this was a limo service.. but it wasn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know if you have seen an Escalade with an advertisement on it's windows and doors. If you do see this, please tell me what they're advertising.. I'm kicking myself for not remembering!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please note that blogger spellchecker was not working so if there are errors, I apologize!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-111047938066953686?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/111047938066953686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=111047938066953686&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111047938066953686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/111047938066953686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/03/morning-commute.html' title='Morning Commute'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110998129262261189</id><published>2005-03-04T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T19:08:12.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Borgata Babes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I heard on the radio today that the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Borgata Casino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in beautiful Atlantic City NJ is now having weekly weigh ins for the woman that work there. These women are referred to as... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;THE BORGATA BABES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want to have the hottest and most in-shape women working for them, so .. If they gain 7 + pounds they can lose their job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a woman I have some concerns about this. I do understand that they want attractive females to draw more men and women in their casino, etc. But.. Us women, we bloat, hold a lot more water weight, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when it's &lt;em&gt;"that time of the month"&lt;/em&gt; and 120 pound Borgata Babe A gains 5 pounds of water and eats 2 cookies and gains 3 more pounds and exceeds the weight limit? Do they give her a week to lose it? Do they make her wear sweats and have her run through the casino &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(like they use to make the guys on wrestling do back in high school - oh my, flash back of 12 yrs ago).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a Borgata Babe gains weight, gets fired, and has to find a new job.. Do you think she could become one of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Trumps Tramps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? I wonder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110998129262261189?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110998129262261189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110998129262261189&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110998129262261189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110998129262261189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/03/borgata-babes.html' title='Borgata Babes'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110980673433001339</id><published>2005-03-02T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T23:15:05.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doc's Appt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I had a 4:00 doctors appointment today and I arrived at about 3:50. There were only two other people sitting waiting. These people were seated right next to each other so I assumed they were together. I gave the nurse my name and took a seat away from them. In the corner past the big fish tank &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(side note, the tank was not as big as ours and it was not salt water so the tank sucked compared to mine - bragging rights!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was the tv which hung from the ceiling as if it were in a hospital &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(or my brothers room - yes he has a hospital-style tv)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Judge Joe Brown was ending and Judge Judy was beginning and the previews said..."If you are an apartment/home renter than you're not going to want to miss today's case". I sat in my chair and anxiously waited for Judge Judy to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The two people seated together were now called into the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge Judy started and I knew it was going to be a good one since the bailiff asked all to rise 2 times! He said it once and half the court stood, so he said it again and stern. Boy did this get my attention. The case began and I was really getting into it. Some lady evicted a tenant and he didn't deserve to be evicted and Judge Judy was really tearing into her and it was getting really good when all of a sudden....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door opened and in walks a lady. We will call her sick lady with a horrible cough and gigantic black fuzzy boots; for short we'll call her Betty. Betty walked in and gave the nurse her name and sat diagonal from me. She took something out of her bag and started to unwrap this item. The mysterious item was infact a sandwich - which she ate in her chair. She got up and threw away the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge Judy was back from a commercial break so I stopped staring at Betty and went back to watching JJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betty decided that her chair was just not right so she sat in the chair &lt;strong&gt;RIGHT NEXT TO ME&lt;/strong&gt;. I looked around the room with anger and confusion. 1-2-3.....there were 14 other empty chairs, why did Betty and her big boots come and sit by me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I got extremely annoyed and began to text msg. Marie on my cell. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(side note, I did get yelled at for talking on my cell by one of the nurses).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; After a few text msgs back and forth the nurse gave me a stern look so I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that Betty was not worth my time or frustration so I turned to finish watching Judge Judy. Betty was now standing in front of the tv. She changed the channel and put on Oprah. &lt;strong&gt;COME ON! WHAT THE HELL!&lt;/strong&gt; I am a big fan of any woman named after a whale, but you just changed the channel as J.J. was about to give her verdict!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oprah had on some little boy who could sing and Mariah Carey surprised him blah blah blah &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(gah, I can't stand Mariah Carey).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I decided not to watch Oprah. Maybe I angered Betty by not watching, maybe she decided she didn't want to be near me anymore - whatever it was Betty got up and moved to another seat. This seat was now about 4 chairs away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why didn't Betty sit there in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't Betty want to hear Judge Judy's conclusion?'&lt;br /&gt;Who gave Betty permission to change the channel?&lt;br /&gt;Who sold Betty those ugly boots?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are questions that I need answered! These are things that I need to know in order to have a good sleep tonight!! Someone help me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110980673433001339?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110980673433001339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110980673433001339&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110980673433001339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110980673433001339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/03/docs-appt.html' title='Doc&apos;s Appt.'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110978492354326709</id><published>2005-03-02T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T23:15:35.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I do not like American Idol. I do not think it's interesting, I do not like Paula Abdul and her fakeness, I just do not like the show at all. Being that on Mondays and Tuesdays at 8pm there is nothing on that interests me, I have started to watch the show. I will admit, I do have my favorites (Constantine, Bo Bice and Mikalah and the blonde chick). I really want one of the rocker boys to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the reason I bring this up is because I want to know why, when the contestants have the ability to choose their own song, do they choose horrible songs? They either choose a song that no one knows, a song that an amazing artist with an amazing voice had previously recorded (no way they could sing it as good as the original singer), or a song that is boring and dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of this and after checking with Brooke first (she started these things), I have decided to do a top 10 list of songs I would perform if competing on American Idol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Part Time Lover - Stevie Wonder&lt;br /&gt;9. Feel like making love&lt;br /&gt;8. Bobby McGee&lt;br /&gt;7. I love Rock n Roll or hit me with your best shot&lt;br /&gt;6. Wind beneath my wings&lt;br /&gt;5. Your song&lt;br /&gt;4. R-E-S-P-E-C-T&lt;br /&gt;3. Lean on Me&lt;br /&gt;2. I want you back&lt;br /&gt;1. I will survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know if you agree or disagree with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110978492354326709?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110978492354326709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110978492354326709&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110978492354326709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110978492354326709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/03/american-idol.html' title='American Idol'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110929898701066321</id><published>2005-02-24T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T23:15:51.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations with Amanda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The conversation below took place tonight, February 24th. It was a cold and snowy night and Amanda and I began to talk and below is what we spoke of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Side Note - Brooke, there is information about your husband you may not be aware of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The screen-names have been changed to our real names to protect the innocence of ... well, of me dammit!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn: im going to medieval times on sunday! are you jealous - im going to jump in the ring and joust&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: lol&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: YES!&lt;br /&gt;Lynn: wooohooo. i'm going to be the evil jouster and spit on little boys and girls&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: you rock, i want to be on your side&lt;br /&gt;Lynn: and then i'm going to wrestle the queen so i can sit on the thrown and when i'm sitting there....&lt;br /&gt;Lynn: i'm going to FART&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: can i be the princess!! PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: I LOVE TAIRAS!&lt;br /&gt;Lynn: if you catch the flower, i suppose you could be&lt;br /&gt;Lynn: ONLY IF YOU CATCH IT FAIRLY&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: ok, just throw it right to me&lt;br /&gt;Lynn: dur, the guys throw it. i will have the green knight throw it to you&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: green? like a ninja turtle?!?&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: i love them!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: ask brooke&lt;br /&gt;Lynn: Brooke is punished.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: y?&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: what did she do?&lt;br /&gt;Lynn: hmm, i don't know. lol&lt;br /&gt;Lynn: im sure i can think of something though&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brooke, here comes the info about Brandon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: her husband is in trouble with me&lt;br /&gt;Lynn: no figi for him&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: i put a nice little message on his AXE spray&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: it said "use if you smell like meatloaf"&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: and you know what he did?&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: he came over and sprayed it ALL over me!&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: tons of it!&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: i STUNK!&lt;br /&gt;Lynn: LOL LOL LOL&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: not funny&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: i was a smelly boy&lt;br /&gt;Lynn: i guess you smelt like meatloaf&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: no he did&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: when he got in my car the other day&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: he smelled&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: and he was mad that i told him that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110929898701066321?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110929898701066321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110929898701066321&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110929898701066321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110929898701066321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/02/conversations-with-amanda.html' title='Conversations with Amanda'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110917953496109370</id><published>2005-02-23T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T23:16:11.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have &lt;span style="font-size:100;"&gt;FANtastic&lt;/span&gt; News!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may or may not already know I am a &lt;strong&gt;HUGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100;"&gt;Dave Mirra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yummy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; fan! Who wouldn't be?! He is &lt;strong&gt;HOT&lt;/strong&gt;, very &lt;strong&gt;Talented&lt;/strong&gt;, Seems very &lt;strong&gt;nice&lt;/strong&gt; and he ..I belong to his fan club &lt;em&gt;(yes I do, even though he doesn't respond to my emails - lol).&lt;/em&gt; And, believe it or not, he is a &lt;strong&gt;HUGE&lt;/strong&gt; fan of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lynngallo.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with this being said, I just discovered that he will, once again, be hosting the MTV Inferno II. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CAN NOT WAIT TO SEE HIM EVERY WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This is what gets me going. My only problem, it will interfere with my Medium watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(oh well, Dave comes first).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gbembridge.freeserve.co.uk/images/mirratat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Come on people, just look at that body! Delicious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;With this being said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WILL BE SEEING YOU AT X-GAMES THIS YEAR DAVE!&lt;br /&gt;I know you can't wait! You better come and give me a big ole' hug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110917953496109370?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110917953496109370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110917953496109370&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110917953496109370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110917953496109370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/02/yummy.html' title='Yummy!'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110904009873564706</id><published>2005-02-21T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T23:16:33.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T-Mobile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sunday afternoon, at around 3 pm, I was laying in bed relaxing. Tony ran in and said the following to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Someone cracked into Paris Hilton's T-Mobile and posted her entire address book on the internet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all it took. I was up and out of bed in seconds. I jumped on the computer and checked the list. I called Lyndsey Lohan, Ashley &amp;amp; MaryKate Olson, Ashlee Simpson, Fred Durst, Nicky Hilton, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, make fun of me all you want, but if you know me, well then you know how I'm the ultimate Celebrity buff. I needed to see if this was true. Who doesn't want a sneak peak into one of the rich and famous' life...I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard Lyndsey Lohan's vm msg and Nicky Hilton's. A lot of the numbers were turned off or had full voicemails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also posted were all the pictures she had stored in her sidekick account. I looked at these as well as her notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, if you had the site you would be looking too. Ok &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(email me if you want the site lol)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110904009873564706?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110904009873564706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110904009873564706&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110904009873564706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110904009873564706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/02/t-mobile.html' title='T-Mobile'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110895385614049825</id><published>2005-02-20T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T21:44:34.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take the quiz</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I was messing around with my myspace account and I took this quiz. Look at what drug it said I would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on, take the quiz and comment to me telling me what you got!&lt;br /&gt;Take the quiz: &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;"what'&gt;http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=10111"&gt;"what&lt;/a&gt; kind of drug are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt;weed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are weed.you are laid back, ralaxed and outgoing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110895385614049825?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110895385614049825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110895385614049825&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110895385614049825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110895385614049825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/02/take-quiz.html' title='Take the quiz'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110857393015260118</id><published>2005-02-16T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T12:12:10.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Save Toby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I received an email forward today and I think you all should read it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.savetoby.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Save Toby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are so weird sometimes and because of this, I felt I needed to respond. I sent the email below to the contact in the email. (please note I sent this email from a new email account so my name would not be included).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I ask all of you to please do the same. Please bombard this person with emails and let's see if they respond at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;To: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:support@savetoby.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;support@savetoby.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Toby the Bunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. I have received an email regarding sending you $ to save Toby the bunny. Unfortunately I am not in a place to send money regarding this (I am already currently sending a man over-seas money because I received an email from him telling me this is a great investment opportunity). I would, however, be honored if you were to include me in feasting on Toby. I can bring a nice Merlot and even some bunny sauce. I see nothing wrong with chowing down on animals, friends or not. I do not think you will receive this much money, so please, contact me back and we can meet have a wonderful meal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Your friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Elle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110857393015260118?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110857393015260118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110857393015260118&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110857393015260118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110857393015260118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/02/save-toby.html' title='Save Toby'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110849089336824471</id><published>2005-02-15T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T13:08:13.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ordering Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hate ordering lunch at work. I hate it so much! Not only do they normally get the orders wrong, the seem to forget a lot of the order. How can you be a food delivery place and misread an order which was emailed or faxed to you? This makes no sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the reason for this blog is because today I ordered a Grilled Chicken Salad from Salad Works. I customized my salad so they would leave out the tomatoes and croutons and I even chose the low far Raspberry vinaigrette. Well, after waiting 1 hour and 25 minutes our order finally arrives. Because I was starving I rushed to the door to pay the man and eat my wonderful lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Delivery boy: $16.07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me: How is that possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Delivery boy: Did we forget something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: apparently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(at this moment I checked the receipt and noticed that my salad was not even on that receipt; I handed him his money and ran over to Brooke to complain that she forgot to order my salad).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lynn: Dumbass you didn't order my salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Brooke: Yes I did, what are you talking about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(I show her my receipt which she in turn shows me the emailed order that says two(2) grilled chicken salads, etc).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lynn: please call them and tell them they suck and that they can't read, but I do not want a salad from there because I refuse to wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Brooke calls and all they tell her is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"We're sorry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Well, would you like to know what I say.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;F THEM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I will never order from there again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I ran downstairs and got myself chicken salad on a bed of lettuce thanks the the wonderful Omar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brooke evil moment #4569-87: "Read it now Lynn"  she just shouted at me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110849089336824471?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110849089336824471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110849089336824471&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110849089336824471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110849089336824471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/02/ordering-lunch.html' title='Ordering Lunch'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110840377768316531</id><published>2005-02-14T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T12:56:17.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>V-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; Happy Valentines Day everyone &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110840377768316531?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110840377768316531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110840377768316531&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110840377768316531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110840377768316531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/02/v-day.html' title='V-Day'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110835101710500618</id><published>2005-02-13T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T22:16:57.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mee Mee's Pampered Pets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well, Saturday nights Aimee party went well! I'd like to say that everyone had a lot of fun and Aimee had some really nice stuff. I already know which doggie carrier I'm going to buy as soon as I get my little puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a couple pictures and I'm trying to post them on my pictures page (having some problems with my webhost right now). I also will be posting other pictures that are random Jan/Feb pics. (I've realized I have slacked off a little bit, I must break the camera out a bit more).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all for now. I'm sleepy, feel crappy and wish today wasn't Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, if anyone knows a good place to stay in Cabo San Lucas, please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's blog will be better....don't forget to check my pictures, hopefully they'll be up when you read this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110835101710500618?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110835101710500618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110835101710500618&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110835101710500618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110835101710500618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/02/mee-mees-pampered-pets.html' title='Mee Mee&apos;s Pampered Pets'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110805946074769290</id><published>2005-02-10T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T13:17:40.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;It's that time of the year again. The time where all the single people feel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;depressed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;and when couples share their love for one another. Ah yes, it is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Valentines Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(well, it's almost here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Tony &amp; I never really celebrate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Valentines Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;He calls it a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hallmark Holiday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;and I tend to agree. Why should loving couples show/tell each other how much they mean to each other on this day? What's the difference between February 14th and October 21st? Love should be shown every day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;This year I have decided to take part in the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valentines Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;celebration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(key in romantic music now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I need your help! I would like to get Tony something for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Valentines Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOWEVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;, I would like it to be original and cute! I have no idea what to get him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I am asking you, my readers, to please supply me with some fun, wonderful, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;loving&lt;/span&gt; suggestions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;also - please visit &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laura's blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. She just started one yesterday and we all should read it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ljbelle.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.ljbelle.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt; please read and leave comments and tell her &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SENT YOU THERE! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110805946074769290?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110805946074769290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110805946074769290&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110805946074769290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110805946074769290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110788386503539899</id><published>2005-02-08T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T12:31:05.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The machine from hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Our work offices moved in mid-December and one of the perks was that we got our very own Diet Pepsi machine, pretty much right out side our office doors. To some this may not seem like a perk at all; to people who frequent vending machines for a nice soothing drink, this is very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The machine worked beautifully! Just $1.25 and you can have a diet Pepsi, regular Pepsi, water, lemonade, etc. I frequented this machine quite often, till it stopped taking my money. I then discovered that on floor 2 there is a snapple machine, with a cute sticker that says "Made from the worst crap on earth". I loved that little sticker so I would go visit that machine for my diet raspberry ice-tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been drinking a lot of water and instead of going to the Diet Pepsi machine, I would go downstairs to our cafe' and get myself a salad and water. Today I wanted a diet Pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed my $1.25 and happily skipped over to the Diet Pepsi machine. The lights were glowing and the dollar feeder and coin slot were lit-up. I tried over and over again to put my dollar into the feeder and nothing. That damn machine was busted - again! This got me very upset. I haven't gone to this machine in a while and the day I decided to splurge on a soda, it doesn't work! What the heck! Gosh Golly Gee! I had to go all the way to the Cafe', pick my diet Pepsi, pay Omar the $1.25 and come back upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do these machines always break? Why doesn't someone from the Pepsi company come and perform maintenance on these machines each week or every other week? If you work for Pepsi or a vending machine company, please let me know what the deal is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I won a free song with the Diet Pepsi I bought from Omar* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110788386503539899?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110788386503539899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110788386503539899&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110788386503539899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110788386503539899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/02/machine-from-hell.html' title='The machine from hell'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110739851162027260</id><published>2005-02-02T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T21:42:21.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't stop...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What the hell is wrong with me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Have I become one of those women?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I am Kathy Bates from Misery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Why do I do the things that I have been doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;If you are wondering what the hell I'm rambling on about, well, I can't stop cleaning. I can't! I believe I blogged about this topic once before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;but I only dwelled on my home life. It has now extended to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Yesterday I lost one of my sales reps and today my other sales rep (Brooke) was in NYC. It was just me in my big, lonely department. I was extremely busy and had no time to waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(ask Jeff, he's my witness).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I found myself cleaning or straightening things up when I found a moment of free time. Let me tell you a list of what I did today, other than my real work. Please note that I did a LOT of real work today too, all this cleaning happened in bits and pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I cleaned the empty sales desk: filed things, windexed, whipped down her monitor, keyboard, phone, threw away garbage in section, tidied up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I found myself starting to organize papers near Brooke's desk. I stopped myself because, she might beat me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I visited Iman and as I spoke with her about nonsense, I picked up some papers on her desk and straightened them up for her (no she did not ask me to do this at all).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I cleaned my department up (which really wasn't that messy), BUT I also made sure our wheel locks on our new filing cabinets were all facing out and locked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was near Jeff's printer and copier and as I waited for it to warm up I threw away the garbage in that area, tidied up that work space and ran away cause Jeff stared at me in astonishment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I believe that was all the cleaning I did; Jeff am I missing anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I came home from work and right away I threw out our garbage and recycables, cleaned the kitchen, bedroom, computer room and living room. I already told Tony I would probably clean the rest of the house tomorrow. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arghhh, I can't stop.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Here's the weird part of all this.... My car is a mess! lol Why is my car not 100% clean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Someone, please help me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Also, everyone &lt;strong&gt;welcome&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Doug&lt;/strong&gt; to my blog. He &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHOULD ALWAYS BE VISITING MY WEBSITE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but in case he hasn't.. he will be now! Please say hello to Doug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110739851162027260?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110739851162027260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110739851162027260&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110739851162027260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110739851162027260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-cant-stop.html' title='I can&apos;t stop...'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110719503539049850</id><published>2005-01-31T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T13:10:35.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y! (clap clap)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I would like to tell you all about my adventures out on Saturday evening. Marie and I were going out to celebrate her birthday. We were suppose to head over to Hoboken, but because it was only the two of us and because it was so cold, we decided to stay local and hit up the Junkyard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, the Junkyard. The place where you sit on hubcaps and drink inexpensively (since Marie's a regular and has the hookup) and a place to watch a band and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie instructed me to park on the side of the bar so when it is time to leave, we wont have to walk all the way to the back, etc. We parked, started to walk to the front door and realized they did not shovel a little path for people like us, so we left the car there and walked a few steps out of our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was fun. We sat and had some cocktails, and after my 2nd rum &amp;amp; diet I told Marie "I think I'm already buzzed). She replied with a chuckle and probably threw in a light-weight comment (note to readers, I haven't drank in a long time and I'm on atkins so I have hardly any real food in my system, etc... I have always been a light-weight). We sat downstairs for one more drink (we each had 3 drinks and only spent a total of $4.00 - thanks Marie!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved to the upstairs bar, sat in the usual seats in the back, and watched the band sing as we drank and drank and drank. I knew Marie was drunk since she was slurring her words.. but, I was also.. lol Marie's brother showed up and some of his friends and at that point we were drunk and ready to go.. here's where the real fun begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stop in the bathroom before leaving the bar. Marie walks out of her stall and demands to know where her purse is. This is how our conversation went (I think. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie: Where is my purse!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Lynn: Did you leave it in the stall?&lt;br /&gt;Marie: It better be there or I left it upstairs in the bar.&lt;br /&gt;Lynn: Why don't you look in the stall?&lt;br /&gt;Marie after coming back out of the stall: It was in the stall, they're lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is lucky you ask? I have no idea. I guess the bar, or the people, or maybe even the stall. I didn't ask, because as mentioned above, Marie and I were drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave the bar and take the side route to the car (the side route being the unshoveled route). I think about 15 seconds goes by when Marie, thinking she is helping me, pushes me into the snow. Good thing I was not as drunk as her since I managed to only get my right arm in the snow. I help myself up and down Marie goes. I help her up and down she goes again, this time rolling around non-stop laughing in the snow. This is what I sounded like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn: Marie you dumbass get up&lt;br /&gt;Marie: hahahha, burp, hahahaha, burp, hahahaha snow&lt;br /&gt;Lynn: Get up.. Take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Marie: hahahahahaha, snow, hahahaha, burp, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we travel towards home, stop at Wendys, Marie eats and asks the following question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie: Why is my purse wet? Why is my money wet?&lt;br /&gt;Lynn: Ummm, well one of us fell in the snow a few times and rolled around&lt;br /&gt;Marie: Oh yeah, hahahahahah, snow, hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home safely, I laid in bed for 5 minutes before I ran for the bathroom and puked. I felt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning in an email Marie sent me she, yet again, asked why her purse was wet and asked the events of the evening. I had to remind her of the snow incident and other incidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, Saturday was a lot of fun and I look forward to our next outing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110719503539049850?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110719503539049850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110719503539049850&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110719503539049850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110719503539049850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/01/s-t-u-r-d-y-clap-clap.html' title='S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y! (clap clap)'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110693459179879687</id><published>2005-01-28T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T12:49:51.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Breaking News!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have decided that I will be venturing out onto the ski slopes sometime this Winter and trying skiing/snowboarding again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who were so kind as to witness my attempt at snowboarding, I would like to thank you for shouting over and over again that I was, well, a QUITTER. In my defense, I was young, nervous, and I blame it all on Scott's pink-eye and the fact that Greg was in our room playing playstation and I wanted to play too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I attempted skiing, that was maybe back in 94 and I was just horrible, but I am not closing my door to trying it again.. I think I will start with boarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and any kind words of advice will be welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brooke evil tip #00875:&lt;/strong&gt; Brooke demanded the South Plainfield Cafe to make her an egg sandwich. This was at about noon when the grill was already turned off and put away. She was extremely mean to Omar and Jeff &amp;amp; I had to leave the room since she was screaming and yelling! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110693459179879687?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110693459179879687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110693459179879687&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110693459179879687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110693459179879687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/01/late-breaking-news.html' title='Late Breaking News!'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110685006729650139</id><published>2005-01-27T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T13:21:07.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I that boring?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have run out of ideas to blog about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Has my life become boring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Has my brain stopped working?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I beg of you, please give me some good blog topics!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Since I have nothing to blog about, I felt it would be ok for me to just type out my feelings on a few issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;The first issue I am going to blog about is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY THE UNEMPLOYED STAY UNEMPLOYED AND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE HAVE TO PAY FOR THESE F*ERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;It really bothers me when someone loses their job and receives unemployment and does nothing at all to find a new job. They just sit there and collect their pay checks and go out, do nothing, etc YET I, a tax payer, have to contribute to these people. I will call these people LAZY BUMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Dear Lazy Bums,&lt;br /&gt;Please do something with your life. As a boss I know that when looking at resumes, if there is a large space where you have not worked, it poses a BIG problem with receiving an interview with me. Get off your butt and search for a job, any job, be a temp, part-timer, work at burger king. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JUST GET A JOB AND STOP WASTING THE TAX PAYERS MONEY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;My next topic will be deadbeats. I do not like deadbeats at all. When you owe money, PAY IT! Stop sitting down and throwing out your statements. And if you have to pay child support, DO IT. You helped produce that child, so you have to pay your share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Dear Deadbeats,&lt;br /&gt;Support your cause! Pay your bills! And if you can not, then GO TO HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thank you and have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I'm in a really good mood today, I just had nothing else to blog about! lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110685006729650139?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110685006729650139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110685006729650139&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110685006729650139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110685006729650139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/01/am-i-that-boring.html' title='Am I that boring?'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110675958827117119</id><published>2005-01-26T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T12:13:08.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Brooke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is the moment you all have been waiting for (well, maybe not, but it's pretty damn funny).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Brooke's childhood, directly quoted from her mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Brooke was a gorgeous baby though!  When she was about 4 or 5 we took her to an open model call - there were about 800 people there and they only took 6 and she was one of them.  We then took her to the agency in New York and on the way in a man died in the train aisle right next to us, a crazy man tried to sell us old shoes and a woman was sitting outside Penn Station laughing hysterically to herself.  Brooke announced she was never ever coming to New York again and did not want to be a model and that was the end of her career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110675958827117119?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110675958827117119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110675958827117119&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110675958827117119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110675958827117119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/01/baby-brooke.html' title='Baby Brooke'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110652256080616736</id><published>2005-01-23T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T18:26:09.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Jobs....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:californian FB;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;After reading Jen's blog (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.commentoring.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:californian FB;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;http://www.commentoring.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:californian FB;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;), she has inspired me to blog about my job history. Please take notice of all the wonderful jobs I have had in my life time thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Age 12-13:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Papergirl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; would stuff newspapers into a plastic bag and then my father would drive me around and I would toss them out the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Age 15-18:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Page/children's librarian helper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I worked at the public library for about all 4 years of high school. I had a lot of fun and I did a good job (patting myself on my back)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Please note, the jobs listed below, ages 18-21, I had while attending college -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:californian FB;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had to make some $ to buy some beer! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Age 18:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Office Assistant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I worked with Jen's mom as an office assistant for a pumping equipment company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Age 18-19:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sales Clerk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; ~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I worked as a sales clerk at 9West. This job sucked! I just needed to have a job while in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Age 19-20:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Bakery person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I have no clue what my position was called. I worked in a bakery in my home town, so I would have to commute to work 1-2 times during the week and both Saturday &amp;amp; Sunday (which sucked since I had to be physically at work no later than 6:30am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Age 20-22:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sales Rep/Store Clerk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I worked for an art gallery/store in NY. My college art teacher hooked me up with the connection for this job. It was a lot of fun and I really enjoyed working here, but I had to eventually pursue my career (which I went to college for), so I quit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Age: 22-24:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Graphic Artist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I made t-shirt logo's for a large heat transfer company. This was a lot of fun and a lot of drama. I left because I was feeling rebellious and I didn't want to work and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:californian FB;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I didn't feel challenged and respected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Age 25- present:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Supervisor of Sales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I am the supervisor for the advertising dept. of a state wide trade publication. I love my job and the people I work with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;There it is folks. Aren't you excited to know my working history. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110652256080616736?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110652256080616736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110652256080616736&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110652256080616736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110652256080616736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-jobs.html' title='My Jobs....'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110635629090306006</id><published>2005-01-21T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T20:11:30.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm being stalked!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, so normally I go grocery shopping one to two times total in a month. It seems that this week is different. This week I have gone a total of two times. The first time I was there I bumped into my friend Jen and her children Marley &amp; Syrus. Jen thought it would fun to post how she saw me at A&amp;amp;P and how I'm domesticated...I believe this was on Sunday or Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After a long day at work I came home and decided it was time to go grocery shopping again. The "Big Storm" is coming, so if I am going to be trapped in my house, why not be trapped with some food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I walked all around A&amp;P and I was pretty much done with all my shopping when I realized that I forgot to get bacon (which happens to be located all the way on the other side of the store). I pushed my shopping cart and tried to direct it in the correct direction, but you know these good ole carts.. Always pulling to one side. I finally reached the bacon, put it in my cart, wheeled about 3 feet when there she was, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY STALKER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! and this time she brought someone else with her! ..... Jen, Dave &amp;amp; Syrus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jen has either bugged me to know when I'm going to A&amp;P, or she is trying to buy the same foods as me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At least Syrus offered me a bag of biscoti!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110635629090306006?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110635629090306006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110635629090306006&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110635629090306006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110635629090306006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-being-stalked_21.html' title='I&apos;m being stalked!'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110546666698807387</id><published>2005-01-11T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T13:04:26.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Awards go to....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Bah, I turned 30 yesterday :( Not a happy person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, I would like to present two awards on today's blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The decision I had to make was a very difficult one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You see, these awards are in reference to the birthday gifts I received this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The first award is in recognition of the most bizarre, unique and funnies gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;This award goes out to the one and only &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JEFF P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(not to be confused with Jeff L., Jeff M., Jeff N. and Jeff O.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Jeff gave me a dvd titled:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUTTCRACK&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Below is plot (once you read it you'll all be begging me to borrow it!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The gun-totin', Bible-thumpin' Preacher Man Bob must right the universal karma accidentally set wrong when Brian inadvertently kills his obnoxious butt-cleavaged roommate, Wade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The second award is in recognition for the most thoughtful and creative gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This award goes to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BROOKERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Brooke gave me the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Carmen Electra Strip to Fit dvd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Below is the reason why:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I received about 8 gift certificates to food places for x-mas this year. I am starting my diet this week and the joke was how do I use all those certificates before my diet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Brooke thought that I should strip to lose my weight...how thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Thank you both! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110546666698807387?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110546666698807387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110546666698807387&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110546666698807387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110546666698807387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/01/and-awards-go-to.html' title='And the Awards go to....'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110503466667595964</id><published>2005-01-06T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T13:10:20.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laura yelled at me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes it's true, i was yelled at by Laura.  Why you ask?!?!  Because I haven't posted in a while and she was very upset with me.  This is how our conversation went:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lynn, what the hell is wrong with you.  You suck!  You're stupid! You're a jerk! Now post something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;All I did was cry.. I cried myself into blogging!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok, that was a bit exagerated, but it sounded cool (feel free to comment and yell at Laura for her rudeness).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;What shall I talk about today.  Oh, how about how the month of January stinks!  Maybe it's cause I turn stupid 30 in 4 days!  I know that sounds lame for being upset about only turning 30, but sorry, I just am a bit upset about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I haven't accomplished the things I wanted to by 30.  I know some of you out there (no names mentioned) told me I'm being a loser and 30 is nothing, blah blah blah.   We'll see how you are when you turn 30 then.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Another reason is because we're going to AC this weekend to celebrate and 2 of my good friends backed out last minute.  I can go on and on and on about this, but I don't want to.  I'm just pissed and don't want to continue typing about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So, this is my blog and I'm ending it now before I ramble on and get more mad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110503466667595964?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110503466667595964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110503466667595964&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110503466667595964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110503466667595964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2005/01/laura-yelled-at-me.html' title='Laura yelled at me!'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110425924805594754</id><published>2004-12-28T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T19:31:40.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shane is such a </title><content type='html'>Todays blog is coming live from Brooke's desk (because my new computer is being installed and brooke is conversing by weirdwebguys desk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes ago I was chatting with Brooke about last nights Road Rules/Real World episode. She only watched a few minutes of it, so it was my duty as an american citizen to fill her in. I explained how ***SPOILER***(haha, I always wanted to type that) how Shane grabbed Stevens arm and Steven punched Shane in the face accidently. It was his reaction, and was not done intentially. I then continued to tell Brooke how Shane was crying because they sent Steven home. Brooke then stated, "Shane is such a pussy". **please note that our offices are now wide open and if it is quiet everyone can hear everything.. this word, pussy, was echoed throughout all the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I want to blog about. Please mail bars of soap to be used to wash Brooke's mouth out. Please send to:&lt;br /&gt;Brooke's a Potty Mouth&lt;br /&gt;c/o Dove Soap&lt;br /&gt;123 Dirty Drive&lt;br /&gt;Soapy, Wisconsin 66666&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110425924805594754?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110425924805594754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110425924805594754&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110425924805594754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110425924805594754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2004/12/shane-is-such.html' title='Shane is such a '/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110408952209550442</id><published>2004-12-26T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T14:36:10.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Eve DrUnK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I hope everyone had a very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I will blog about my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;later, right now I want to discuss the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas Eve &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tony &amp; I had a little gathering of friends&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(Peter, Kevin, John, Brian &amp;amp; Linda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and we had some wine, played some games, opened some presents, had some fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt; At around 1:00am everyone left so we cleaned up &amp; I decided to check to see if anyone left me any messages on instant messenger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This is the one message I received.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(please note I changed the screen-names to our names)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I would like to point out that this message was so funny that I copied it and immediatly saved it for a moment like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Brooke:&lt;/span&gt; Lynn! Iyt;s Chriswtmand eve!!! i LOVE It!!! MERRU CHIRSTUMAS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Auto response from Lynn: Christmas Eve Party at our house! leave a msg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Brooke:&lt;/span&gt; I had a loy of wimes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Brooke:&lt;/span&gt; heh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Brooke:&lt;/span&gt; I love lemon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Brooke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; I want ot have his babies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Brooke:&lt;/span&gt; penqin babies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Brooke:&lt;/span&gt; zi bologgred!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Brooke signed off at 10:44:56 PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110408952209550442?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110408952209550442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110408952209550442&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110408952209550442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110408952209550442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-eve-drunk.html' title='The Christmas Eve DrUnK'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110392432664953789</id><published>2004-12-24T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T16:41:01.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Eve!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So, it's &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas Eve&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; The day all the little elves finish up their last minute tasks. My only last minute task is to clean the apt. so when our guests come tonight they do not want to leave right away. If you know me than you know that I clean our apt. at least once a week. I never was a neat girl, till I moved out and realized I do not want my house to look like a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning Tony was off to start his Christmas shopping (yes, you read that correctly - START!). I slept in and when I woke I started with my mass cleaning. I cleaned each and every room in my house and I even went to the attic and stored somethings, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached a breaking point I felt it was a good time to dye my hair. I never dye my hair myself. The reason I was doing this was because I have highlights in my hair that I have been growing out for a while now. My hairdresser Jess dyed my hair my natural color about 8 months ago and the highlights have decided that they didn't want to be covered up, so they came through. My hair now shows highlights that start halfway down my head. So, I dyed my hair to cover them up and to make it all one color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited the 30 minutes the box said before washing out the dye. Exactly 29 minutes later I jumped in the shower ready to wash when I realized there was like no water pressure. I had to get the dye out, so I stood there, no pressure, rinsing every last drop out. I then did what anyone else would do, got real pissed off and called a lot of people to complain and then decided to call my brother (aka - my last hope). He suggested I speak with a neighbor, which I did and he also had no water pressure (luckily it wasn't just my home). My brother then called my towns police dept (I should write a blog about how ridiculous their phone system is) and we found out there was a water main break and the whole town is affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast Forward 2 hours later .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have water pressure again! &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is not ruined after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110392432664953789?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110392432664953789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110392432664953789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110392432664953789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110392432664953789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2004/12/merry-christmas-eve.html' title='Merry Christmas Eve!'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110360257559794341</id><published>2004-12-20T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T23:16:15.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pulling of the Blinds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Today was our first day at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;One Cragwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It was a glorious day. We all had new cubes - or lack there of, new desks, new office smell - air conditioning on full blast, and sun-light directly in the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So this morning as everyone is getting situated and complaining or praising their new next -door cube friend, the sun began to rise. Yes, it was already up, but, at about 10:35 it peaks and the glare on some peoples computers is unbearable. In order to fix this problem Marie, myself and a few others decided to climb on the desks &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;well&lt;/span&gt; how else did you expect us to reach them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and close the blinds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Out of nowhere a loud ear-piercing shriek was heard saying&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Stay Away from those blinds"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(ok, I don't know if those were the exact words. Basically, we were not to touch the blinds at all. The entire office needed sunlight (umm, what about all the halogen lights above us)&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;and if we started closing the blinds some people may not be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Many trips were made to the store to buy some monitor anti-glare crap that didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Fast forward to 3:30 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; felt like the chosen one, God's one and only. The light beamed off my head as if I was the perfect angel in the world.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;(cue in Brooke's annoying voice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Lynn the lights in your face"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Um, duh?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So this light, at first, seemed magical, 2 minutes later and my right eye blinded, it was plain annoying.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;SIMPLE SOLUTION - &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;CLOSE THE BLINDS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Not happening. Not on your life! So I stood there with hand over eyes and complained, complained some more, made sure people saw me sitting there with my blind eye and one hand over the other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Finally, someone else went blind. The sun set and moved to a new department. I heard the shrieks, I felt the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Please, please, can't we close the blinds?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110360257559794341?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110360257559794341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110360257559794341&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110360257559794341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110360257559794341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2004/12/pulling-of-blinds.html' title='The Pulling of the Blinds'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110325751944208055</id><published>2004-12-16T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T23:25:19.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I realized that ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                        &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;stress brings out true&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;evilness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110325751944208055?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110325751944208055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110325751944208055&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110325751944208055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110325751944208055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2004/12/today.html' title='Today ...'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110307333126355227</id><published>2004-12-14T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T20:20:45.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>11 pipers piping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Ok, so there are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11 days till Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Being the adorable Santa's little helper that I normally am &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;(does that make sense.. that I normally am?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I finished my shopping way ahead of schedule, I have all the gifts wrapped and properly placed, all the cards went on in the mail, all the bills are pretty much paid and all my &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-ness&lt;/span&gt; is on schedule ... at least I thought so till tonight at 7:16 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took my time coming home from work. I went by my parents, picked up dinner, sat with Tony and ate, chatted, relaxed. I sat down at my computer and began to check my mail &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;(please note the time was 7:16pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I received an email from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;X Company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; saying the order I placed, that was already pushed back to be delivered today, was being pushed back to be delivered &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOPEFULLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by Dec. 22nd. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;THIS IS THE ONLY GIFT I AM WAITING FOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This isn't even just any gift; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daddy-mack&lt;/strong&gt; of Christmas gifts&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued to read my email and noticed that not only did this email state that my order was now on back-order, it also stated that I need to contact &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;X Company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by 7:00 pm Central time. Not knowing what time zone I am in &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;(I'm kidding, I really know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I yelled to Tony and asked him what time it was in Central Time. He shouted back 6:16pm. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Whew, 44 minutes left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;X Company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and told them how I need this item by &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; and she explained how it's through a third company - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Y Company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - and they couldn't do anything to ensure I will receive this for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;...she did tell me how they were trying to help out because of the Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not so sad. This is all I need, my present not here on &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;. I love seeing the expression on peoples faces when they open presents, and the expression I would see with this present, would be amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now mad at .... &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SANTA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110307333126355227?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110307333126355227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110307333126355227&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110307333126355227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110307333126355227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2004/12/11-pipers-piping.html' title='11 pipers piping'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110270169850298621</id><published>2004-12-10T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T13:03:53.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Most Wondeful Time of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;15 days till Christmas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok, I was going to blog about Christmas related things, but I don't want to. I think todays blog will be about the game.. 6 DEGREES OF SEPERATION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am not good at this game. Whether it's related to Kevin Bacon, George Clooney, Bob Barker, anyone. The reason is because I am not good with actors/actresses names. I do like to entertain the idea that I can play this game without the knowledge required.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have decided that I am going to create a game called.. THE 6 DEGREES OF LYNN GALLO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and I want you all to connect 6 people to me. I will start (but I will connect myself to my brother as an examplel so below is pretty much 6 degrees of peter gallo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kent Tam went to school with Brian Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;who briefly dated Indra K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;who went to high school with Casey Colonary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;who made Nancy B dress up as a clown at camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and she went to Vegas with Linda Tomat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;who is best friends with Peter Gallo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;who is related to ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;NOW YOU ALL TRY! IT'S FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110270169850298621?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110270169850298621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110270169850298621&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110270169850298621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110270169850298621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-most-wondeful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the Most Wondeful Time of the Year'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110252644379726616</id><published>2004-12-08T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T12:20:43.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Courteous - I THINK NOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So Brooke is having her annual Christmas Party on December 18th. In my opinion, parties are suppose to be fun, full of life. Christmas is a time for one and all to come together and love one another and have fun and just be thankful for everything (ok, that is Turkey Day). Anyways, does Brooke think of these things... NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Please read my conversation below and decide for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;D e e l i a h h: Brooke, in all seriousness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;D e e l i a h h: why did you plan your party on a day that not only your sister can't attend, that i can't... i really think you should have thought this out better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bixbee78: You know what, you suck big hairy monkey balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;D e e l i a h h: ok, that really has nothing to do with what you did. so what if i like monkeys. you didn't even think about your family and friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bixbee78: You don't have to go to the other party! Tell them your fishie died and you are sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;D e e l i a h h: Brooke, now you're asking me to lie. please just replan the party. i can't go, tony can't go, amanda can't go, allison can't go, jim and jess called and said they don't want to go, patrick hates you and is only going for the free food, richie is going to make out with patrick on your moms bed, brandon isn't even going, and karen powell is too tame for this crown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;D e e l i a h h: *crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bixbee78: Hmmm...it'll have to be me and the eggnog then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;D e e l i a h h: WoW, sounds like a lot of fun... you should at least not mess up your moms house.. sit in the yard and drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bixbee78: I am going to get my dogs drunk and let them loose in the neighborhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;D e e l i a h h: Wow, i'm sure the Humane Society would love to hear how you treat animals in the community&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bixbee78: I'm sure they would. Now be nice, I have a present for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110252644379726616?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110252644379726616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110252644379726616&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110252644379726616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110252644379726616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2004/12/courteous-i-think-not.html' title='Courteous - I THINK NOT!'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110235440996895378</id><published>2004-12-06T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T12:33:29.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make you go Hmmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Does anyone remember that song?  I think it was out when I was in High School or even Jr. High.  Anyway, for whatever reason, this song has been stuck in my head all damn morning.  Because of this, I have decided to give my list on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;THINGS THAT MAKE &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; GO HMMMM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;People who cut me off in the fast lane and then drive like 30 miles per hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why some people order BLT's without the tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;People named Bert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;People who still wear those mane clips in their hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Boys standing on the roof of a van doing funnels &lt;~this one is from Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rufus Weinright, Barry Manilow, Reuben Studdard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Speedo's &lt;~ for anyone, men, women, kids, etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;People who leave their Christmas lights up all year round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can keep going with this list, but...I must go yell at Brooke to do some work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110235440996895378?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110235440996895378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110235440996895378&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110235440996895378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110235440996895378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2004/12/things-that-make-you-go-hmmmm.html' title='Things that make you go Hmmmm'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110201166381058074</id><published>2004-12-02T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T13:21:03.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok, I have been watching Lost, on Wednesday nights Channel 7, and I can not get enough of it.  This is such a clever and addictive show!  If you have not watched it at all I suggest waiting till you can catch it from the beginning.  Also, if you have not watched it at all, and you're planning on it, stop reading this blog entrie now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So last nights episode was soooo good!  I have some thoughts and I really would like you fellow watchers to respond and tell me your thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The psychic:  He obviously saw the plane crash - did he see them surviving?  and if yes, why did he still send her on her way?  Why didn't he tell her what he saw the first time he read her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Baby:  What is with this baby?  Is it a devils baby?  The island is made up of good and evil, so is the baby going to be good if they are left there?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ethan Rom:  Who is this man and what does his name mean.. does it mean anything?  Last night me and Brooke came up with ideas.  More Than (my idea) Other Man (just thought of this one) Mother na (brooke's. lol)  and there were more.. I can not think of them now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyways, who is this man?  Is he a scientist that supposedly was sick and killed by the French Lady?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hurley:  When are we going to learn about him?  He is clearly one of the smartes people on the island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ewok:  I love the ewok!  He is my favorite!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can go on and on and on and on about this.  I really need to see what you all think?  I can't wait till next weeks episode!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110201166381058074?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110201166381058074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110201166381058074&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110201166381058074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110201166381058074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2004/12/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110192550018471629</id><published>2004-12-01T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T13:25:00.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart Kenny Rogers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kenny Rogers, we salute you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even begin to tell you how many nights Juli, Cheryl and I spent with Kenny Rogers! His voice, his moves, his general presence is enough to put a smile on any girls face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I bring up Mr. Rogers is because I have just been reminiscing about the good ole' days with my friends. One memory stands out a little bit more than the others though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a warm Saturday night about 4 yrs ago. The three of us were in the Moritz basement - our home, our sanctuary, our secret place. We decided to take something (sorry, I don't know who reads this so I can't put down exactly what it was) and from that moment on, our night would never be the same. We sat there on the green couch and watched the Kenny Rogers show - I believe it was a sing along concert. We sang! We danced! We had so much fun...till it was time. What time was it you ask!?!?! It was time for Lynn to have her nightly puke! Yes, you see when I take this mystery item it makes me ill (but only for a moment). I reached my moment of illness and decided the best thing to do would be to get to the bathroom STAT (I love that medical word). So, I got up off the wooden bench (yes I moved back there from the green couch), tried to get away from the blanket I was under and PUKED ALL OVER THE BLANKET! No need to go to the bathroom since I was done. I cleaned up, and greeted the arriving visitors (the time was probably somewhere btwn 2-4am).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, the moral of the story is..... Kenny Rogers will forever hold a special place in my heart and it's all because of my girls and that magical item that helped us all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110192550018471629?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110192550018471629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110192550018471629&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110192550018471629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110192550018471629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-heart-kenny-rogers.html' title='I heart Kenny Rogers'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110183511877867399</id><published>2004-11-30T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T12:26:38.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I would like to start off today's blog by wishing everyone a happy Turkey Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what I really came here to write about is....&lt;strong&gt;BROOKE AND HER EVIL EVIL WAYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Last night I was sitting on my couch relaxing. I looked at my laptop and who was sitting there taunting me..Brooke! This is pretty much how our conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: I need you to do a HUGE favor for me&lt;br /&gt;L: Um, ok&lt;br /&gt;B: You will do it or I will cut off your eye-lids&lt;br /&gt;L: What favor&lt;br /&gt;B: Look at your emails dammit and you will know&lt;br /&gt;L: Ok, got my email&lt;br /&gt;B: Well, will you post that picture for me so I can use it on the blog. Aren't we cute? Say it, we're cute! Say it!!&lt;br /&gt;L: I am posting the picture now&lt;br /&gt;B: What the hell is taking so long. I do not have time to wait. I am a very busy lady.&lt;br /&gt;L: Picture is posted, you have to find it&lt;br /&gt;B: Why do you like to torture me. I can't find it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(this part went on for about 15 minutes of me telling her where it was, her not finding it, her pretending to be her husband and yelling at me, me reposting it &amp;amp; running around to all my computers to see if it was working - which it was, Brooke complaining, etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;B: Can you just send me the link from that picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;THAT IS ALL SHE HAD TO ASK FOR! BUT NO, SHE DRIVES ME INSANE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Someone please give me some advice on how to handle this moron!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110183511877867399?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110183511877867399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110183511877867399&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110183511877867399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110183511877867399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2004/11/annoying.html' title='Annoying!'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110132316556093366</id><published>2004-11-24T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T14:06:05.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in your purse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok, based on Brooke &amp; Allison's blog, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I would like to share the contents of what's in my purse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Direct deposit check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;coach wallet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;2 yellow post-its with random information on them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;a blue chewed up paper-mate pen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;an american flag ribbon pin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;chap-ice lip balm Brooke bought me months ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;car keys/house keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;work key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i-deal breath mints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;2 pepsi bottle caps (1 for Bengals and 1 for Cowboys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;$.76 floating on the bottom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;that is all.  I am not a purse pack-rat like the others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110132316556093366?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110132316556093366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110132316556093366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110132316556093366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110132316556093366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2004/11/whats-in-your-purse.html' title='What&apos;s in your purse'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110131651320453464</id><published>2004-11-24T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T12:15:13.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yard Waste</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So, I have totally turned into Ms. Lynn the Immaculate cleaner. Tony &amp; I have been redoing our apartment - painting, buying new furniture, setting it up differently and CLEANING! I actually went in our haunted attic and threw away boxes that were up there from when I moved in 3.5 yrs ago. **note to all Lynn guests - I did not see the man in the attic; but I did feel as if I was being watched**(cue scooby doo scary music now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we have been on top of our cleaning, I needed to contact my towns Municipal Building and find out exactly when they pick up what. (my town is so confusing with their recyclable/trash schedule). I called this morning and had them fax me over schedule. One of the headers is labeled: BRANCHES/YARD WASTE &amp;amp; BAGGED LEAVES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly is yard waste? I would think that would be leaves and branches. I read the full paragraph on this header and all they talk about is leaves and branches and how to tie them and where and when to place them. Why did they need to add the words YARD WASTE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will someone please give me the correct answer to this mystery (Greg, now is your time to shine with your town knowledge of these things).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will remain seated at my desk until I feel the correct answer is given. Thank You in Advance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110131651320453464?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110131651320453464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110131651320453464&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110131651320453464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110131651320453464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2004/11/yard-waste.html' title='Yard Waste'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110123078943029632</id><published>2004-11-23T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T12:26:29.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Men with Breasts?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coversations with an idiot! and no that Idiot is not me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Bixbee78: MEN WITH BREASTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;D e e l i a h h: thank god they're not as large as yours or all men would be gay. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Bixbee78: Is that an insult??? I think it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;D e e l i a h h: If I wanted to insult you I would have hit you with something much harder like.....Your anal warts are starting to leave marks on your chair&lt;br /&gt;D e e l i a h h: haha, i win!&lt;br /&gt;D e e l i a h h: i said.. ha ha i win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Bixbee78: No you don't! Um...um...you smell like rotten cheese!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;D e e l i a h h: please Brooke.. is that suppose to upset me? what you are forgetting is my new perfume is Rotten Cheese toiley&lt;br /&gt;D e e l i a h h: toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Bixbee78: Jack Sattin called and asked me to be his new account rep because you are stalking his son...who works for the Tuscany Café. He is pressing charges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;D e e l i a h h: Brooke, normally your witty comments would get a chuckle out of me.. now they are just making me groan to think that I consider you a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Bixbee78: I am a little off, ok! I can't stop thinking about Men with Breasts! There, I've said it!&lt;br /&gt;Bixbee78: You screamed at Marie for NO REASON! You are horrible!&lt;br /&gt;Bixbee78: God! You are so mean! You better apologize!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;D e e l i a h h: Ha hA, i had every right to!&lt;br /&gt;D e e l i a h h: hahaha, in your FACE man boob lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Bixbee78: She is just being polite! She is crying over there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;D e e l i a h h: because of your stench&lt;br /&gt;D e e l i a h h: just face facts.. noone likes you.. not even Brandon. this is all a big part of a secret reality show we are filming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Bixbee78: :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110123078943029632?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110123078943029632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110123078943029632&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110123078943029632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110123078943029632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2004/11/men-with-breasts.html' title='Men with Breasts?'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-110010890334298262</id><published>2004-11-10T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T12:48:23.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuscany </title><content type='html'>I came to work 100% prepared today.  I brought my digital camera and my battery charger.  I plugged the charger in first thing this morning and even took a test picture of Brooke (really bad picture, I'm sure I'll post it for you all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we ordered lunch from Tuscany today.  The reason I brought my camera was so I can take a picture of the hot delivery boy and show it to Amanda.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our lunch was delivered.. BUT NOT BY THE CORRECT MAN!  Did I scare him away with all my questions last week?  He better not hide from me because, well because I tip him good!  Next time he comes he's in for it!  I'm not just taking 1 picture.. Now I'm making him pose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You and have a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-110010890334298262?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/110010890334298262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=110010890334298262&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110010890334298262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/110010890334298262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2004/11/tuscany.html' title='Tuscany '/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-109941808835099546</id><published>2004-11-02T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T12:54:48.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VOTE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;KERRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hello everyone! Just a reminder that everyone needs to vote today! Please, it is very important and we all have a say in this election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I wanted to let everyone know that I have posted some new Halloween Pictures! Halloween weekend was a blast. I will sum it up for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Night: Marie &amp; I went to Amanda &amp;amp; Allison's party. Everyone was dressed up and it was fun! After Brooke gave me the wrong directions I called her and she was waiting for me outside (which kinda ruined my grand entrance). I dressed up as Brooke! She came running to my car yelling "Are you dressed up as me". It was funny. Then we compared our boobs, my fake Brooke boobs to her real ones. (brooke got drunk and jumped up and down to show how her boobs really do bounce). Patrick and Rich looked really good as did Amanda, Allison, Jim and Jess. I do have to say that Brandon won the best costume award (in my eyes anyway). Go check out the pictures to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Night: Marie &amp; I went to Hoboken. We started at the Whiskey Bar. I was the D.D. so I needed to remain sober to drive Marie's drunk ass home. Well, 4 rum n diets later I was a bit drunk. From there we met up with Greg, Mark &amp;amp; Dave at Bahama Mammas. I had at least 1-2 drinks there and then I cut myself off. I think the main reason I cut myself off was because when Marie &amp;amp; I were in the bathroom, I felt the need to go crazy. If you have never been in the Bahama Mammas b.r.'s it is simply one room that can only fit one person. Well, we both were in there and as Marie was peeing I decided it would be fun to throw napkins everywhere. When I ran out of napkins it was onto the soup! I chucked the entire bottle of soup in the toilet. Marie pushed me out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my story for the day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-109941808835099546?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/109941808835099546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=109941808835099546&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/109941808835099546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/109941808835099546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2004/11/some-stuff.html' title='Some Stuff'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-109906861680693814</id><published>2004-10-29T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T12:50:16.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tonight is the night! The night of Amanda &amp;amp; Allison's Halloween Party! I am extremely excited. It's a costume party, so I will definitely be bringing my camera and taking many pictures! I can not tell you what I'm being, for it is a surprise...But I can tell you what I'm wearing tomorrow (I will save that for one of the next paragraphs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight there should be lots of fun! Jeff will even be there! His costume is going to be good too! I can't tell you what that is either because, well, I am scared of him. I do know that he has told a few people, but I don't want to be the one who tells the wrong person. Jeff may seem like your average computer man, but he is not. He has a dark side that only comes out once a year. I think every Oct. 29th this happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also decided that tonight at the party I am going to let the dogs out. Shh, don't tell anyone. I'm going to let them out and have them attack people I don't know! Wouldn't that be funny. I know one of them is named Henry, so he's going to be the attack dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, onto tomorrow. Tomorrow night Marie and I are going bar hopping in costume! I am wearing the same thing I wore last year, without the wig. For those of you who didn't see me last year, well I was a dominatrix. I had a whip and handcuffs too! I will not be using these objects on anyone, well maybe Tony if he lets me. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all for now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-109906861680693814?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/feeds/109906861680693814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7983210&amp;postID=109906861680693814&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/109906861680693814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7983210/posts/default/109906861680693814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnslair.blogspot.com/2004/10/halloween-party.html' title='Halloween Party'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/me11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-109898415404234543</id><published>2004-10-28T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T13:28:16.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Benefits??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Today I would like to discuss with you all the benefits of working with Brooke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke is a very entertaining your lady. She is extremely smart, wise and witty. I look forward to the 9am hour when Brooke arrives because I know my day will be filled with many funny stories, drama and TV chit-chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke is friendly to all. And at least once every 2-3 months she is overly friendly and likes to share something with me. HER GERMS! Without fail, everytime Brooke gets sick she gives it to me. I went to my doc. Yesterday and I even pointed that out to him. He said by being in a small office things like this tend to happen; I beg to differ. I think that when Brooke starts to feel sick she casts a spell on me so I can also become sick. She may even have a voodoo doll of me cause from time to time I tend to walk into things (such as doors, walls, people). It didn't happen as much, until I met Brooke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke's illness has now infected the following people:&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;Iman&lt;br /&gt;Allison&lt;br /&gt;Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is next I ask? I will prevent it from spreading by disinfecting everything in the office! Please protect yourselves people! 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