<?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-34241774</id><updated>2011-09-30T23:18:49.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To My Moon!</title><subtitle type='html'>Where Reality Clashes With The Chaos In My World!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onmymoon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34241774/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onmymoon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bKSLQ2rMAs/ToOeyGYMtAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/chpLGYT1Z6U/s220/New%2BImage2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34241774.post-116007075168105714</id><published>2006-10-05T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T18:52:19.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trouble With Princesses</title><content type='html'>The picture in my previous post is of Moon Baby on her third birthday.  We had her party at Chuck E Cheese, and the entire Moon family was there.  Moon Baby wanted more than anything to have a Cinderella Dress, and so as you can see, a Cinderella Dress she got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture if you will, Moon Baby sitting atop a table, covered in pizza, drinks and birthday cake,(the table that is) and opening her presents one by one.  As she nears the end, the sad little disappointed look on her face is enough to make any mother want to cry.  As she opens the last gift, her face lights up with excitement.  She can not control herself.  Ahhh yes!  The Cinderella dress, complete with magic wand, princess crown and shoes 3 sizes too big, was a definate hit!  So much so, that as soon as Moon Baby opened the package, she jumped up on the table and started stripping her clothes off!  There was no stopping her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as if that wasnt enough.  Once the sacred dress was on, she was off.  Off the table and out of the party room.  Mommy chasing closley behind.  Every now and then, she paused to look behind her to see if I was still there.  Then a scream at the top of her lungs, NOOOOOOOO, NOOOOOOOO!!!!  And she was running again, as fast as her princess shoes would carry her.  And she cried like the world had come to an end once she was caught!  She just did not want to take off that darn dress!  It was like she really thought without the dress she would turn into a pumpkin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here we are, a year later.  Moon Baby will be turning 4 next month, and unfortunatley she has grown out of the dress.  She was very very upset when Mommy explained to her that the dress would go to another little girl who would love it as much as she did.  So this year, Mommy got a little creative!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeings how it tis the season for princess costumes, I went to the Disney Store and bought every princess costume they had, 1-2 sizes too big!  And of course, a princess chest to keep them all in.  She will even have a pair of shoes for every costume!  As if Cinderella wasnt enough.  Now we will have, Cinderella, Ariel, Sleeping Beauty, Belle, Snow White, and Pocahantas.  I may have gone a little overboard, but... Moon Baby just loves to dress up!  I just couldnt help myself!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to avoid anymore unnecessary table dances and stip teases, I have decided to save the princess costumes until Christmas.  Good thinking on my part I think!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34241774-116007075168105714?l=onmymoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onmymoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116007075168105714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34241774&amp;postID=116007075168105714&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34241774/posts/default/116007075168105714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34241774/posts/default/116007075168105714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onmymoon.blogspot.com/2006/10/trouble-with-princesses.html' title='The Trouble With Princesses'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bKSLQ2rMAs/ToOeyGYMtAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/chpLGYT1Z6U/s220/New%2BImage2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34241774.post-115998760110570182</id><published>2006-10-04T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T11:46:48.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/3770/1600/3rdbday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/3770/320/3rdbday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=allaboutpunky&amp;postid=04Oct2006"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34241774-115998760110570182?l=onmymoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onmymoon.blogspot.com/feeds/115998760110570182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34241774&amp;postID=115998760110570182&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34241774/posts/default/115998760110570182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34241774/posts/default/115998760110570182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onmymoon.blogspot.com/2006/10/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bKSLQ2rMAs/ToOeyGYMtAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/chpLGYT1Z6U/s220/New%2BImage2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34241774.post-115991851018264139</id><published>2006-10-03T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T16:47:38.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive Thought For The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When you feel that nobody loves you,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares for you,&lt;br /&gt;And everyone is ignoring you,&lt;br /&gt;You should start asking yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I just TOO sexy?&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/34241774-115991851018264139?l=onmymoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onmymoon.blogspot.com/feeds/115991851018264139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34241774&amp;postID=115991851018264139&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34241774/posts/default/115991851018264139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34241774/posts/default/115991851018264139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onmymoon.blogspot.com/2006/10/positive-thought-for-day.html' title='Positive Thought For The Day'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bKSLQ2rMAs/ToOeyGYMtAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/chpLGYT1Z6U/s220/New%2BImage2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34241774.post-115949832423773471</id><published>2006-09-28T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T11:51:06.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting For The Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know we have all done it. Most of us have even done it more than once. But to the impatient lady at the crosswalk of the busiest intersection in town, GET A FRICKEN LIFE!!! I promise you, you are not that important! What on earth would posses you to push the walk button that many times? I would love to know what you are thinking. Do they need to post rules on the walk buttons now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Push button one time.&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the word WALK to appear.&lt;br /&gt;Walk across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/3770/1600/walk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/3770/320/walk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing the button over and over again does not make a bit of difference. The walk sign will appear when the traffic lights change. No sooner than that! You are not tricking the light! Pushing the button 100 times does not make it think that there are 100 people waiting to cross. Nor does it think that you are in a really big hurry so it better change now. You can not fake out the light by pushing the walk button to go both ways. It knows you only want to cross one way. It knows this is driving you crazy. It will just make you wait. Ahhhh yes, keep pushing the button! Its not helping though is it? The only thing you have accomplished is the laughter in my car and the many other cars waiting at the light. Yes, we are laughing at you! So is the person who reviews the tapes of the camera at the top of the lights designed to catch those who break the law! With out you, their day may have been quite boring. But I guarantee you, they are laughing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I have to give you props. At least you are out in the unusually warm weather getting some sort of exercise while I sit on my lazy bum in my nice cool air conditioned car! Kudos for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word to the wise! When you get to the cross walk, and you press the button. Once is all it takes. Two or three times, we will let slide! But if you keep pushing that button, I promise you, the only thing you are doing, is providing the rest of us our humor for the day, and perhaps a funny story we can share with our family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34241774-115949832423773471?l=onmymoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onmymoon.blogspot.com/feeds/115949832423773471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34241774&amp;postID=115949832423773471&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34241774/posts/default/115949832423773471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34241774/posts/default/115949832423773471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onmymoon.blogspot.com/2006/09/waiting-for-walk.html' title='Waiting For The Walk'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bKSLQ2rMAs/ToOeyGYMtAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/chpLGYT1Z6U/s220/New%2BImage2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34241774.post-115921180830350853</id><published>2006-09-25T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T15:43:36.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning Question Of The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;D-i-e-t.&lt;/strong&gt; That four letter word that no one likes to talk about, myself included! And boy have I tried them all. I have done everything from the cabbage soup diet (yes, I am such a lemming!) to Weight Watchers and Atkins! And I have lost weight on them all! Probably more than 100lbs total! The sad news? I gained it all back and then some! Atkins was the worst for me. It was hard enough because I do not eat red meat at all, but when I started craving spoonfuls of ketchup, I knew there was a problem! Thats when I decided to do something a little bit different. I am not following any specific "diet" per say, but I am counting my calories and fat intake! So far it has done wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To date, I have lost 40lbs, and I am still losing! But boy am I having my share of the ups and downs in the roller coaster of weight loss. I was at my lowest ever last Wednesday, but after an eventful weekend where I was faced with pizza, chicken wings and the infamous never ending pasta bowl at Olive Garden, I am sad to say I gained 5 lbs. How sad is that? A few meals and boom, 5lbs just like that! I really have to work on my wilpower issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I am back on track again today and determined to get this extra baggage off. And I am happy to report that I am on my way back down, as my scale revealed to me this morning. Now some food for thought. When we gain weight, we know where it goes right? If your like me, its straight to my stomach and my thighs. But what happens when you lose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Burning Question Of The Day: Where does the fat go?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34241774-115921180830350853?l=onmymoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onmymoon.blogspot.com/feeds/115921180830350853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34241774&amp;postID=115921180830350853&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34241774/posts/default/115921180830350853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34241774/posts/default/115921180830350853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onmymoon.blogspot.com/2006/09/burning-question-of-day.html' title='Burning Question Of The Day'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bKSLQ2rMAs/ToOeyGYMtAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/chpLGYT1Z6U/s220/New%2BImage2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34241774.post-115896670763402146</id><published>2006-09-22T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T16:15:20.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Props For Dora</title><content type='html'>Thanks to the ever so wonderful Dora The Explorer and her friend Boots, Moon Baby has learned to count to ten in spanish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MB: Hola Mommy, that means hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Oh Wow! Where did you learn that from baby? Thats really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MB: Dora told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Oh, I see. What else has Dora taught you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MB: Eye dee Os, that means goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Oh Adios. Thats great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MB: And I can count Mommy. All the way to diaz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: All the way to ten? Ok, lets hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MB: Muno, Dos, Gleis, Glaco, Cinco, Seis, Siete, Ocho, Nueva, Diaz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: (Trying not to burst out in laughter!) Thats great baby girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34241774-115896670763402146?l=onmymoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onmymoon.blogspot.com/feeds/115896670763402146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34241774&amp;postID=115896670763402146&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34241774/posts/default/115896670763402146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34241774/posts/default/115896670763402146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onmymoon.blogspot.com/2006/09/props-for-dora.html' title='Props For Dora'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bKSLQ2rMAs/ToOeyGYMtAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/chpLGYT1Z6U/s220/New%2BImage2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34241774.post-115889234296216500</id><published>2006-09-21T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T23:30:55.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I have so many things on my mind right now, I dont know how much longer I can keep my head from exploding! In an effort to preserve my precious body part another day, I am about to unload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My neighbors! &lt;/strong&gt;My neighbors are just rude! I have no other word to describe them. They think that the world revolves around their petty existence. I hate people like this. They come knocking on my door at nine oclock at night to tell me that there is water draining from my back yard to the street. Well of course it is you idiot! The sprinklers are on, and thats what happens to the excess water. IT DRAINS! And then they proceed to ask me if I need help with the sprinkler timer, cause they are experts in that area and I obvioulsy dont know what the F*@% I am doing. (By the way, they have no backyard landscaping at all, so they have no fricken clue what they are talking about!) And now they have decided to lay a paver walk way along the side of their house. And where do you think they store the pavers? Oh yeah, right in front of my house! What the heck is wrong with the front of your own house! They have weeds in their yard that are 3 feet tall. This normally wouldnt bother me, but considering the attitude they bring to the neighborhood, I cant help it! The weeds are the talk of the block right now! It's really THAT bad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spongebob Square Pants! &lt;/strong&gt;Can anyone please explain to me why Moon Baby loves this cartoon so darn much? I have tried to find it funny, but a yellow sponge in brown pants doing stupid things with no educational value what so ever isnt doing it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idiot Drivers!&lt;/strong&gt; So I was on the way to pick Moon Baby up from daycare, when I was the wonderful witness to the most idiotic accident of the day. 50 cars sitting at a stop sign. Stop, Go, Stop, Go, Stop, Go. You get the picture. Well evidently the moron in front of me didnt, because after going through the Stop, Go process for about 5 minutes, she decided to plow into the car in front of her. What kind of brain fart is that? She did it 15 times before, what on earth could have made her forget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Britt!&lt;/strong&gt; Where for art thou Miss Britt? What the heck happened? I try to click the link on my blogroll, and poof! Page not found! Where on earth did you dissappear to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lurkers!&lt;/strong&gt; I do not mind lurkers at all. But every now and then, a lurker catches my attention. When you take the time to come to my page every darn day, but you never ever leave a comment, how am I supposed to see how incredibly interesting you are by returning the favor and visiting you. And you have followed me from my previous blog, so you have been around for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Weight! &lt;/strong&gt;I have officially lost over 40 lbs now! Kudos for me right? Too bad I have like 100 to go! And how am I supposed to keep losing weight when I am confronted every day by smoothie skittles, rice krispie treats, and starbucks? This diet thing sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, OK!  I Am Done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34241774-115889234296216500?l=onmymoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onmymoon.blogspot.com/feeds/115889234296216500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34241774&amp;postID=115889234296216500&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34241774/posts/default/115889234296216500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34241774/posts/default/115889234296216500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onmymoon.blogspot.com/2006/09/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bKSLQ2rMAs/ToOeyGYMtAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/chpLGYT1Z6U/s220/New%2BImage2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34241774.post-115886321127097942</id><published>2006-09-21T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T11:26:58.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteen300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thirteen Things Men Wish Women Knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Learn to work the toilet seat: If it's up put it down.  This is not difficult, we promise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, expect an answer you don't want to hear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3. Sometimes, we're not thinking about you. Live with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4. Sunday = Sports. It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;5. Shopping is not everybody's idea of a good time. Especially on Sunday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;6. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. See a doctor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;7. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;8. You can either ask us to do something OR tell us how you want it done-not both.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;9. Anything we said 6 or 8 months ago is inadmissible in an argument.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;10. Ask for what you want. Subtle hints don't work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;11. Christopher Columbus didn't need directions, and neither do we.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;12. If you don't dress like the Victoria's Secret girls, don't expect us to act like soap opera guys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;13. Anything you wear is fine. Really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:  While there is no guarantee that these are universal truths that apply to every man, it's sure a good start. As a further disclaimer, please be aware that this list is compiled from suggestions made by several idiot men who do not claim to be experts in anything except their own opinions, and is unapologetically politically incorrect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=allaboutpunky&amp;postid=21Sep2006"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34241774-115886321127097942?l=onmymoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onmymoon.blogspot.com/feeds/115886321127097942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34241774&amp;postID=115886321127097942&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34241774/posts/default/115886321127097942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34241774/posts/default/115886321127097942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onmymoon.blogspot.com/2006/09/thursday-thirteen-1_21.html' title='Thursday Thirteen #1'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bKSLQ2rMAs/ToOeyGYMtAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/chpLGYT1Z6U/s220/New%2BImage2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34241774.post-115877825388278544</id><published>2006-09-20T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T11:52:35.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/11555/640/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/200/11555/320/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=allaboutpunky&amp;postid=20Sep2006"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34241774-115877825388278544?l=onmymoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onmymoon.blogspot.com/feeds/115877825388278544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34241774&amp;postID=115877825388278544&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34241774/posts/default/115877825388278544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34241774/posts/default/115877825388278544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onmymoon.blogspot.com/2006/09/wordless-wednesday-1.html' title='Wordless Wednesday #1'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bKSLQ2rMAs/ToOeyGYMtAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/chpLGYT1Z6U/s220/New%2BImage2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34241774.post-115861231596812032</id><published>2006-09-18T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T14:04:48.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Daze</title><content type='html'>I am suffering from a huge case of the lazies!  I hate when this happens!  There are so many things I want to do today, and so many more that I need to do, but I just cant get the gumption.  I know this happens to all of us, every now and again, but I dont think to this extent.  Lets put it this way.  I have to pee, but I am too lazy to get up and go, so I will just sit here and hold it, and continue to write this instead.  (Thats pretty bad!) And by the way, its 1:50pm here, and I am still sporting my pjs.   I should just get up off the couch, (at least I made it to the couch!) jump in the shower and get going.  But I am probably not going to!   On a brighter note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping like crazy this weekend!  It was nice.  I bought more clothes than one person could wear, but dont worry, I will manage.  I am weird like that.  My shopping addiction always gets the best of me without fail.  I will actually buy a shirt that I think I need, and get home only to find I dont have the right pants to wear with it.  And then of course you know how that cycle goes right?  Yuppers, right back to the store for the pants to match.  Its never ending!  And dont get me started on shoes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also decided it was time for a hair change.  So I dyed it!  I am now sportin some serious blonde!  It was supposed to be my natural color with some blonde highlights, but as usual, I got carried away.  It is now blonde with brown highlights instead.  I really like it though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I said in the begining, I am so freakin lazy right now.  I obviously have become boring too, because I cant think of a speck of anything interesting to write about.  Yup, boring and lazy.  Thats me today!   I think I am gonna go take a nap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34241774-115861231596812032?l=onmymoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onmymoon.blogspot.com/feeds/115861231596812032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34241774&amp;postID=115861231596812032&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34241774/posts/default/115861231596812032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34241774/posts/default/115861231596812032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onmymoon.blogspot.com/2006/09/lazy-daze.html' title='Lazy Daze'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bKSLQ2rMAs/ToOeyGYMtAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/chpLGYT1Z6U/s220/New%2BImage2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34241774.post-115860678060258989</id><published>2006-09-18T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T12:13:00.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconscious Mutterings #189</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Running ::  Exhausting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alternative :: Music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cope :: I Cant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lots :: Soooo Much&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sympathetic :: Feelings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Barn :: Yard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Totally :: Gross Me Out, Gag Me With A Spoon.  Totally Valley Girl!  LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baby :: Cakes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Undeniable :: Truth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watermelon :: Crawl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34241774-115860678060258989?l=onmymoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onmymoon.blogspot.com/feeds/115860678060258989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34241774&amp;postID=115860678060258989&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34241774/posts/default/115860678060258989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34241774/posts/default/115860678060258989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onmymoon.blogspot.com/2006/09/unconscious-mutterings-189_18.html' title='Unconscious Mutterings #189'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bKSLQ2rMAs/ToOeyGYMtAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/chpLGYT1Z6U/s220/New%2BImage2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34241774.post-115833770525062793</id><published>2006-09-15T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T09:45:02.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridays Feast # 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Appetizer: What Was The Very Last Song You Listened To?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Walk Away By Paula Deanda. I Just Love This Song. It Says So Much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soup: What Is One Company/Store/Corporation You Would Recommend That People Stay Away From?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I Am Being Kind Of Hypocrytical, But I Have To Say Walmart!  Even Though I Shop There Occasionally, I Would Recommend Everyone Stay Away, Myself Included!  They Never Have What I Want, They Are Always Stocking And They Always Have Their Pallets And Flat Beds In The Way!  Its A Mad House There, No Matter What Time Of Day You Go!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salad: On A Scale Of 1-10 With 10 Being Highest, How Much Do You Enjoy Having Your Picture Made?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I Would Have To Say -10. I Absolutley Hate My Picture!  I Am Overweight, So It Doesnt Make For A Good Picture To Begin With, But I Always Seem To Be Caught With The Dumbest Looks On My Face!!!  UGH!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Main Course: Besides A Bookmark, What Is Something You've Used To Keep Your Place In A Book?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Lets See.  I Don't Normally Read Books Because I Never Have The Time, But When I Do, I Use Just About Anything I Can Think Of To Keep My Place.   I Turn The Page Down (Dog Ear), I Have Used Old Envelopes, Paperclips, Believe It Or Not, A Band Aid (Not Used Of Course), And I Have Even Used A Strip Of Toilet Paper!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dessert: Name A Food That You Like That Most People Don't.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I Would Have To Say Spinach Or Swiss Chard!  I Have Always Enjoyed Both Of These, Probably Thanks To Popeye.  Most People Around Me Hate Spinach And Haven't A Clue As To What Swiss Chard Even Is!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34241774-115833770525062793?l=onmymoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onmymoon.blogspot.com/feeds/115833770525062793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34241774&amp;postID=115833770525062793&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34241774/posts/default/115833770525062793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34241774/posts/default/115833770525062793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onmymoon.blogspot.com/2006/09/fridays-feast-1.html' title='Fridays Feast # 1'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bKSLQ2rMAs/ToOeyGYMtAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/chpLGYT1Z6U/s220/New%2BImage2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34241774.post-115811765886583881</id><published>2006-09-12T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T20:25:18.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music From The Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;More often than not, I tend to express my emotions through the words of a song. I know that sounds a little strange, but I have a hard time laying my heart on the table for any one person to see, yet alone everyone. I love music! I listen to it all the time. So it doesnt surprise me in the least that I pick up on the lyrics very quickly. Usually I find a few lines that fit the situation but thats about it. Every once in awhile a song comes along that says exactly what I want to say. When that happens, it usually brings tears to my eyes. I really want to be able to say those words to that certain someone, but they just never come out! So I hope you all dont mind, but today I am going to post them. Maybe in hopes that the certain someone will read them and understand, or maybe just because I have to get the words off my chest, and lord knows I am not about to say them outloud!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whats up? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know we haven't spoken for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I was thinkin bout you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it kinda made me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So many things to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'll put em in a letter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thought it might be easier, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The words might come out better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How's your mother, how's your little brother?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does he still look just like you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So many things I wanna know the answers to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wish I could press rewind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And rewrite every line. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To the story of me and you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dont you know I've tried and I've tried,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To get you out my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it don't get no better, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As each day goes by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm lost and confused,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got nothin to lose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope to hear from you soon, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. I'm still not over you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Excuse me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really didn't mean to ramble on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But there's a lot of feelings, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That still remain after you were gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess you thought, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I would put it all behind me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it seems there's always somethin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right there to remind me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like a silly joke, or somethin on the t.v.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boy it aint easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I hear our song, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I get that same old feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wish I could press rewind, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turn back the hands of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I shouldn't be telling you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't you know I've tried and I've tried, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To get you out my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it don't get no better, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As each day goes by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm lost and confused,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got nothin to lose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope to hear from you soon, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. I'm still not over you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did you know, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kept all of your pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't have the strength to part with them yet, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh no.... Tried to erase, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The way your kisses taste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But some things a girl can never forget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't you know I've tried and I've tried, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To get you out my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it don't get no better, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As each day goes by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm lost and confused,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got nothin to lose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope to hear from you soon, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. I'm still not over you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34241774-115811765886583881?l=onmymoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onmymoon.blogspot.com/feeds/115811765886583881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34241774&amp;postID=115811765886583881&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34241774/posts/default/115811765886583881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34241774/posts/default/115811765886583881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onmymoon.blogspot.com/2006/09/music-from-heart.html' title='Music From The Heart'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bKSLQ2rMAs/ToOeyGYMtAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/chpLGYT1Z6U/s220/New%2BImage2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34241774.post-115801763696583224</id><published>2006-09-11T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T23:20:58.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconscious Mutterings # 188</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;True love ::  Stands the test of time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Age ::  Just a number&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stern ::  Howard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elastic ::  Rubberband&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rustic ::  Country&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enhance ::  Image&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jackson ::  Five&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inherit ::  Money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Devious ::  Devil&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scapegoat :: Pointing Blame&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34241774-115801763696583224?l=onmymoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onmymoon.blogspot.com/feeds/115801763696583224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34241774&amp;postID=115801763696583224&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34241774/posts/default/115801763696583224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34241774/posts/default/115801763696583224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onmymoon.blogspot.com/2006/09/unconscious-mutterings-188.html' title='Unconscious Mutterings # 188'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bKSLQ2rMAs/ToOeyGYMtAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/chpLGYT1Z6U/s220/New%2BImage2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
