<?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-16824506</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:42:06.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walker Lounge</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to the lounge. This is where we relax, goof off, and pretty much just have fun. For a different vibe ENTER &lt;a href="http://www.rooma.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Room A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-115956494538965811</id><published>2006-09-29T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T14:22:25.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duh</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align=center bgcolor=#ecebd2 border=1 bordercolor=black cellpadding="0" cellspacing=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=250px&gt;&lt;table cellspacing=0 width=100%&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 bgcolor=black align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.go-quiz.com/subculture/subculture-test.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; font-size: 12pt; color: #ecebd2;"&gt;Which internet subculture do I belong to? [CLICK]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Tr&gt;&lt;td align=center valign=top align=left&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.go-quiz.com/subculture/conspiracy.jpg" width="80" height="80" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=center width=99%&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; font-size: 18pt; color: Black;"&gt;You are a &lt;A href="http://www.go-quiz.com/subculture/conspiracy.php" style="text-decoration: none; color: black;"&gt;Conspiracy Theorist&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align=center&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; font-size: 11pt; color: Black;"&gt;Holy cow! You actually did an online quiz? Little did you realise that the information you gave us is being sent to an unknown government agency for evil use against you! Don't try to leave, we are already watching.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824506-115956494538965811?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/115956494538965811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=115956494538965811&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/115956494538965811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/115956494538965811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2006/09/duh_29.html' title='Duh'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-115920047619639892</id><published>2006-09-25T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T09:07:56.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Lucky Lucky me. I'm a lucky son of a gun!</title><content type='html'>Well, continuing the poo madness, I've got luck just dripping off me. I watched my little nephew and just let him wander around the neighborhood and I followed him. He loves the outdoors and he was having fun exploring. I originally went outside just for second to get something and ended up staying out for awhile. I was barefoot because I don't like wearing shoes if I don't have to. Even my feet are claustrophobic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were walking around and wouldn't you know it, I stepped in doggie doodie! I was on the phone with James he asked what kind of doo it was and when I told him it was doggie he said that I must have something great up ahead with all this luck thrown my way! He laughed and I didn't find it very amusing. I wiped it off on the side of the porch. For the rest of the day when we walked by it my nephew would point and repeat "Poop!" over and over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824506-115920047619639892?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/115920047619639892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=115920047619639892&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/115920047619639892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/115920047619639892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2006/09/lucky-lucky-lucky-me-im-lucky-son-of.html' title='Lucky Lucky Lucky me. I&apos;m a lucky son of a gun!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-115878058099934955</id><published>2006-09-20T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T12:33:51.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good luck? Really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;James and I went to the Jewel store in Moline this weekend. We were shopping around and spent a lot of time looking at coffee. I am well stocked but James is a bit picky about his coffee. I can't say that I blame him. Well, he found a brand that he likes was on sale and he bought 3 canisters. Then he started asking if I thought that was enough or if he should buy more since it was a good price. Then, he found his absolute favorite coffee was on a good sale but he couldn't find his flavor. He asked the stock boys to check on it so we were standing around there for like forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, I felt a raindrop on my head. I looked up to find a leaky pipe or broken or spilled bottle. Instead, upon looking up I found a little sparrow flying away. That bird POOPED ON MY HEAD! I told James and he thought I was crazy. He briefly looked in my hair and didn't see anything. I persisted it happened and I could still feel the point of contact. Upon further inspection, he said, "Yup, there it is. It's only a small piece though." There is no such thing as a small piece when it comes to poop. I told him it felt like it was burning my skull. Now, we all know it wasn't actually burning but I almost lost my mind with this on my head and really thought I'd go crazy. There was no way I could make it back to Galesburg with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James brought me to the place he gets his hair cut. He asked how much it would cost to get a hair wash. The lady asked, "A wash and a cut?" No, we told her just the wash. She looked at us like we were crazy. She said nobody comes in to just get their hair washed. James explained what happened and she started to laugh. They were booked up but she said to come back in a few minutes and she'll charge $5. When we got there, a different lady took care of me. She had a bird poop on here head just last week while she was outside her house. She also agreed that waiting until I got back to Galesburg was out of the question. She didn't charge us so we gave her a $3 tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James told me that in Europe that is considered a sign of good luck. He also said the same thing about stepping in doggie doo. I scoffed at the idea. Sure enough, when I looked it up on the internet and there it was. One of the funniest things is that we we had just finished a conversation about how this store was so much cleaner than the stores in Galesburg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck? You've gotta be kidding me. However, it does make for a good story. We were laughing about it all day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824506-115878058099934955?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/115878058099934955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=115878058099934955&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/115878058099934955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/115878058099934955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2006/09/good-luck-really.html' title='Good luck? &lt;i&gt;Really?&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-115835544488139208</id><published>2006-09-15T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T14:24:05.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Throwin' it Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I love Charlie Weis. I love the energy, enthusiasm, sense of pride, and the winning attitude and performance he has brought to the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Notre Dame Football program&lt;/span&gt;. However, I can't stand that he tucks in his shirt and tightens his belt. He is a big man and it just looks bad. It isn't even so much his belly rather fat poof under the belt. You are being viewed by millions of people, you are extremely successful, yet I can't stand to see a full body shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have reached the point that I now realize it is a little icky to find High School and College kids good looking. I was reading a sports magazine and how no idea how old this kid was. &lt;em&gt;Whoa!&lt;/em&gt; Finding College seniors good looking isn't that bad though. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( I like capitalizing High School and College. I find it easier to read. So there.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some odd reason, I can't stop thinking of a monkey with cymbals today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing but international coffee in my freezer and I don't mean those girlie flavored drinks. I have coffee from around the world. The Dutch and German were brought here by James. Then I also have a sampler of many countries that my friend gave me. I am hooked on the Dutch right now even though I had requested the German brought recently. I don't think I'll be able to go back to Folger's again. Also, I only use the French press. I love it! I'll probably never use a coffee pot again either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824506-115835544488139208?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/115835544488139208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=115835544488139208&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/115835544488139208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/115835544488139208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2006/09/throwin-it-up.html' title='Throwin&apos; it Up'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-115818149846482465</id><published>2006-09-13T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T14:08:17.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in the game...even if I wasn't invited</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I did not get tagged by my friends. Wahhh. However, I am near positive it is due to the fact that I have been MIA and totally inconsistent in my postings. So, I've decided I'm going to play along with them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;State three for each of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite food you eat till you puke and don't mind eating it again and again and puke it all over again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- I don’t really have “must have” favorite foods unless you count coffee as a food. Rather, I have foods I absolutely abhor and make me want to puke just thinking of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Any meat on a bone&lt;br /&gt;- Fish&lt;br /&gt;- "Mystery" meat that nobody actually confirms its origin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Favorite stores to shop till you drop (and might never fit in their clothing, but you buy their stuff anyways, because you are in denial):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- I am not one who enjoys shopping for clothes….at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Favorite shows that you quote like madness and will totally attend a convention if ever existed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Reno 911 &lt;- Definitely a guilty pleasure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Monk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Cheap Seats &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;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Favorite movies that you just never get tired of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am tired of all movies right now. (no tv programming) However, these are my favorites….even if I am a little tired of them at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What about Bob?&lt;br /&gt;- Napoleon Dynamite&lt;br /&gt;- Chronicles of Narnia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Things you wish to do before you die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- See a home game at Notre Dame stadium&lt;br /&gt;- Enjoy a Cubs season all the way through&lt;br /&gt;- Get out of Galesburg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Places you want to go before you die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Obviously, Notre Dame campus in South Bend&lt;br /&gt;- South Africa&lt;br /&gt;- Anywhere Mr. Wolf wants to take me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Things you fear the most:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Failure&lt;br /&gt;- Bats&lt;br /&gt;- Spiders&lt;br /&gt;- Mondays&lt;br /&gt;- Being alone&lt;br /&gt;- Disappointing&lt;br /&gt;- Public restrooms&lt;br /&gt;- Door handles&lt;br /&gt;- Not being funny&lt;br /&gt;- Being called the old, crazy, cat lady when I’m old&lt;br /&gt;- The Dark&lt;br /&gt;- Fear&lt;br /&gt;- Losing…..my mind&lt;br /&gt;- Small, enclosed places&lt;br /&gt;- Puking&lt;br /&gt;- Dialing the wrong number&lt;br /&gt;- Using improper grammar, word usage, and misspellings&lt;br /&gt;- Spinal taps&lt;br /&gt;- BCS poll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Things that make you happy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- The saying: Are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;- Opening up email and find a new one in the inbox and finding out the new email is someone I actually like&lt;br /&gt;- Good defense and outstanding offense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Things that you wish to excel in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;You feel strongest about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hand washing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Your favorite quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Good morning Gil. I said good morning…GIL. Gotta go to work.&lt;br /&gt;- Once again: Are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;- Touchdown! Irish add to their lead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824506-115818149846482465?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/115818149846482465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=115818149846482465&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/115818149846482465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/115818149846482465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-in-gameeven-if-i-wasnt-invited.html' title='I&apos;m in the game...even if I wasn&apos;t invited'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-115774718290300673</id><published>2006-09-08T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T13:28:39.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were Superman...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The first thing I would do is replace the area in which I change into my super hero suit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824506-115774718290300673?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/115774718290300673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=115774718290300673&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/115774718290300673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/115774718290300673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2006/09/if-i-were-superman.html' title='&lt;font color=blue&gt;If I were Superman...&lt;/font color&gt;'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-115645357537212231</id><published>2006-08-24T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T14:35:49.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hat Trick</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eeeeee" align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;You Are Duck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofmeatareyouquiz/duck.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exotic and unusual, you are a bit of a rare bird - literally.&lt;br /&gt;You're known for being soft and succulent, though at times you can be a bit greasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofmeatareyouquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What Kind of Meat Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who Should Paint You: Alfred Gockel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/alfred-gockel.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All American yet funky, you inspire an artist's imagination&lt;br /&gt;And while not everyone will understand your portrait, you will!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What Artist Should Paint Your Portrait?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dabb99" align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are a Black Coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ead3b8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/black-coffee.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your best, you are: low maintenance, friendly, and adaptable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are: cheap and angsty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drink coffee when: you can get your hands on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your caffeine addiction level: high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What Kind of Coffee Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824506-115645357537212231?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/115645357537212231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=115645357537212231&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/115645357537212231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/115645357537212231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2006/08/hat-trick.html' title='Hat Trick'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-115478878284553995</id><published>2006-08-05T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T07:40:12.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth Month: Fact or Crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mfp.hostwindsor.com/nph-index.cgi/010110A/687474703a2f2f7175697a2e6d7979656172626f6f6b2e636f6d2f7a656e6865782f7175697a2e7068703f69643d31393838"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;What does your birth month reveal about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood.Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets.Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824506-115478878284553995?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/115478878284553995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=115478878284553995&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/115478878284553995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/115478878284553995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2006/08/birth-month-fact-or-crap.html' title='Birth Month: Fact or Crap'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-114841101222170709</id><published>2006-05-23T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T17:21:43.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am coming out of retirement because I have been tagged by a friend and I cannot disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9ad;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10 things you do not or may not know about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9ad;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. In 7th grade, I broke an Illinois state high jump record. However, it was broke again in the next couple jumps and I couldn't hang and won 3rd place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9ad;"&gt;2. When I was about 6, I collected the Pepsi Michael Jackson pop cans and I would count every Pepsi commercial I saw with him in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. All my pets had a name ending in a "y" or "ie" sound. Except for all the cats we named...Michael. Smokey, Rocky, Baby, Brownie, Blackie, Brownie, Buffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love Notre Dame football. I became a fan when I was around 4th grade because my "boyfriend" said he like them. He was a fad fan and I am a lifer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have Multiple Sclerosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The two people I consider to be the closest friends I ever had, I have not seen or spoken to in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I am the third of 6 children. We were born in pairs. My two older brothers are two years apart. Then me and my sister are two years apart. And finally, my two younger brothers are two years apart. All with blonde hair and blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. During my childhood we raised chickens, rabbits, and racing pigeons. We also had a slew of cats in the backyard and always had a dog. Not the same dog but always had a dog. We lived in a town of about 400.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I wash my hands to almost an obsession. I have very dry skin because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I have cried on every birthday since I was 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/16824506-114841101222170709?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/114841101222170709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=114841101222170709&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/114841101222170709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/114841101222170709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2006/05/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-114677591072305584</id><published>2006-05-04T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T13:52:57.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Until I feel like it again...</title><content type='html'>I'm done blogging. I do not foresee I will resume any time soon. I've lost interest in it all and I just don't care to participate at the moment.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/1600/out-of-order.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/320/out-of-order.0.jpg" 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/16824506-114677591072305584?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/114677591072305584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=114677591072305584&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/114677591072305584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/114677591072305584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2006/05/until-i-feel-like-it-again.html' title='Until I feel like it again...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-114563165065915924</id><published>2006-04-21T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T09:25:29.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here is the Classic Movie test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.similarminds.com/movie/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/othertests.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What Classic Movie Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had no idea what it was going to show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here is the Famous Leader test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.similarminds.com/leader/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/othertests.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What Famous Leader Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The whole time I was answering questions I was afraid it might come back as Hitler! I suppose that means I was paranoid that the worst would appear. Hmmmmm........&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/16824506-114563165065915924?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/114563165065915924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=114563165065915924&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/114563165065915924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/114563165065915924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2006/04/disturbing.html' title='&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Disturbing&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-114471588419340680</id><published>2006-04-10T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T20:08:59.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is SpRiNg BaBy!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://the6karns.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amber's blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and it got me thinking about &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Spring&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it is &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Spring&lt;/span&gt; when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Baseball season starts.&lt;br /&gt;2. The grass is green.&lt;br /&gt;3. Debates begin whether 60 degrees is warm enough to wear shorts.&lt;br /&gt;4. The constant nagging to go to the park.&lt;br /&gt;5. Allergies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;( I can end my list here  at 5 because it is a commonly used number. So in this case, it doesn't bother me that it isn't an even number.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Court struggles with allergies and takes medicine all year long. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Spring&lt;/span&gt; is her hardest hit season. She has had this battle her entire life. Yet, every year at this time it's as if she forgets. She complains about how awful it is and how nobody has to deal with such a tragedy like she does. However, this does not stop the &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;incessant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; requests to go to the park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824506-114471588419340680?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/114471588419340680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=114471588419340680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/114471588419340680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/114471588419340680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2006/04/it-is-spring-baby.html' title='&lt;font color = #33ff33&gt;&lt;font size = 6&gt;It Is SpRiNg BaBy!!!!&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-114446514776186704</id><published>2006-04-07T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T20:00:44.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya, Ya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I like to dedicate this to my good buddy Neil.&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 style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;There was sunshine,&lt;/span&gt;and then it &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;turned into a cloudy day&lt;/span&gt;. Now it's &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;cold outside&lt;/span&gt;, and it's nearly the month of May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Only in Illinois you can have a wonderful morning with a gorgeous 70 degree weather and by the afternoon it drops down to 40 and crazy windy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Also, I'd like to add that &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cubs&lt;/span&gt; rule and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cardinals&lt;/span&gt; drool! I love you Greg Maddux.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824506-114446514776186704?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/114446514776186704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=114446514776186704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/114446514776186704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/114446514776186704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2006/04/ya-ya.html' title='Ya, Ya!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-114438126447781448</id><published>2006-04-06T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T07:16:33.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies, Movies, Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm not talking about Marsha here because I am currently without television programing. So, due to the lag in television entertainment we are watching movies, and &lt;strong&gt;a lot&lt;/strong&gt; of them. I am not normally a movie person. I simply do not have the attention span. However, since we continue to watch the same movies over, and over, and over, and over, and over again I can handle it. For your reading enjoyment, I will list those that are heavy on the rotation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Napoleon Dynamite&lt;/span&gt;. I believe it is a love it or hate it. I fall on the &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it side. I laugh every time I watch this movie. I quote lines out this movie and different ones all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shocks, pegs, lucky. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make yourself a danged que-sa-dilla. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ughhhhhhhhhhhh. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't even have any good skills. What do you mean? You know, like nunchaku sills, bow hunting skills, computer hacking skills. Girls only want boyfriends who have great skills. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eat the food you fat lard &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Napoleon give me some of your tots. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is pretty much the worst video ever made. Napoleon, like anyone can even know that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see your drinking 1%. Is that because you think your fat? Because your not. You could be drinking whole if you wanted to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Took me, like, 3 hours to finish the shading on your upper lip.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like your sleeves. They're really big.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;The new Willy Wonka&lt;/span&gt;. Pretty much creeps me out. The more I watch it the more it grows on me. My favorite line in that movie is "Everything in here is edible. I'm edible but that would be cannibalism and that is frowned upon in most countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/span&gt;. Pretty much the best movie ever. I can watch this movie all the time. I pick up something new every time. Edmund is my favorite. I know he isn't for most. I see him as troubled young man who feels like he is left out and everything he does is wrong. I am very drawn to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Cinderella Story&lt;/span&gt;. Will it ever end?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824506-114438126447781448?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/114438126447781448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=114438126447781448&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/114438126447781448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/114438126447781448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2006/04/movies-movies-movies.html' title='Movies, Movies, Movies'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-114417471739776875</id><published>2006-04-04T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T11:19:46.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting is easy as 123</title><content type='html'>I know &lt;u&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/u&gt; has seen this on an email. I am just enough of a dork &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(watch it!)&lt;/span&gt; to love these type of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On Wednesday, at two minutes and three seconds after 1:00 in the morning, the time and date will be 01:02:03 04/05/06. That won't ever happen again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I drove my car looking down for a mile. (Don't worry it wasn't&lt;em&gt; that&lt;/em&gt; busy.) The mileage on my car turned 45,678! It was awesome. I always call out the time on a digital clock when it shows something cool. 12:34, 11:11, 9:11, 1:23, 7:11, 9:10, 4:11 My daughter has become addicted to this also. Somehow, when she it out it drives me crazy. Hmmm. I also like to add the numers together like 2:35 (2+3=5)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824506-114417471739776875?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/114417471739776875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=114417471739776875&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/114417471739776875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/114417471739776875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2006/04/counting-is-easy-as-123.html' title='Counting is easy as 123'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-114373492290355616</id><published>2006-03-30T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T08:12:31.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edited : My newest addiction</title><content type='html'>I have edited this post. The content is no longer valid. However, due to the comment exchange I am leaving the post only displaying this message. This is done in order to keep the comments as they are. I don't want to be accused of not being able to handle myself in an argument. I do not tuck my tail and run off. Even though I was so graciously allowed to delete comments, I decided after agonizing with much pain staking consideration to leave them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824506-114373492290355616?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/114373492290355616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=114373492290355616&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/114373492290355616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/114373492290355616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2006/03/edited-my-newest-addiction.html' title='Edited : My newest addiction'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-114323948160493387</id><published>2006-03-24T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T14:31:25.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which One?</title><content type='html'>I couldn't figure out on which blog to put this. I don't know if it is funny or just sad. So, I decided it was funny and that I don't have a serious problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten to a place that I literally check my email about 50 times a day. I go through my blog routines several times a day looking for an update. I can't seem to stop. I get irritated when I constantly see zero new messages and no new comments, but I can't get myself to quit looking. And, if I check my email then I have to check all the blogs also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question lies, which one of these apply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obsessive-compulsive disorder&lt;br /&gt;From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Symptoms and prevalence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Modern research has revealed that OCD is much more common than previously thought. An estimated 1 in 150 adolescents and adults is thought to have OCD. Because of the condition's personal nature, and the lingering &lt;a title="Stigma" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stigma"&gt;stigma&lt;/a&gt; that surrounds it, there may be many unaccounted-for OCD sufferers, and the actual percentages could be even higher.&lt;br /&gt;The typical OCD sufferer performs tasks (or compulsions) to seek relief from obsessions. To others, these tasks may appear odd and unnecessary. But for the sufferer, such tasks can feel critically important, and must be performed in particular ways to ward off dire consequences and to stop the stress from building up. Examples of these tasks: repeatedly checking that one's parked car has been locked before leaving it; turning lights on and off a set number of times before exiting a room; repeatedly washing hands at regular intervals throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;Another symptom of the disorder is fear of contamination; some sufferers may fear the presence of human body secretion such as &lt;a title="Saliva" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saliva"&gt;saliva&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Sweat" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sweat"&gt;sweat&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Tears" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tears"&gt;tears&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a title="Mucus" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mucus"&gt;mucus&lt;/a&gt;, or excretions such as &lt;a title="Urine" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Urine"&gt;urine&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a title="Feces" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feces"&gt;feces&lt;/a&gt;. Some OCD sufferers even fear the soap they're using is contaminated.(&lt;a title="http://www.homestead.com/westsuffolkpsych/Dirt.html" href="http://www.homestead.com/westsuffolkpsych/Dirt.html"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Obsessions are thoughts and ideas that the sufferer cannot stop thinking about. Common OCD obsessions include fears of acquiring disease, getting hurt, or causing harm to someone. Obsessions are typically automatic, frequent, distressing, and difficult to control or put an end to by themselves. People with OCD who obsess about hurting themselves or others are actually less likely to do so than the average person.&lt;br /&gt;Compulsions refer to actions that the person performs, usually repeatedly, in an attempt to make the obsession go away. For an OCD sufferer who obsesses about &lt;a title="Germ" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Germ"&gt;germs&lt;/a&gt; or contamination, for example, these compulsions often involve repeated cleansing or meticulous avoidance of trash and mess. Most of the time the actions become so regular that it is not a noticeable problem. Common compulsions include excessive washing and &lt;a title="Cleanliness" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cleanliness"&gt;cleaning&lt;/a&gt;; checking; &lt;a title="Compulsive hoarding" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Compulsive_hoarding"&gt;hoarding&lt;/a&gt;; repetitive actions such as touching, counting, arranging and ordering; and other ritualistic behaviors that the person feels will lessen the chances of provoking an obsession. Compulsions can be observable — washing, for instance — but they can also be mental rituals such as repeating words or phrases, or counting.Most OCD sufferers are aware that such thoughts and behavior are not &lt;a title="Rationality" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rationality"&gt;rational&lt;/a&gt;, but feel bound to comply with them to fend off fears of panic or dread. Because sufferers are consciously aware of this irrationality but feel helpless to push it away, untreated OCD is often regarded as one of the most vexing and frustrating of the major anxiety disorders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anticipation (emotion)&lt;br /&gt;From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anticipation is an &lt;a title="Emotion" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emotion"&gt;emotion&lt;/a&gt; involving &lt;a title="Pleasure" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pleasure"&gt;pleasure&lt;/a&gt; in considering some &lt;a title="Expectation" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Expectation"&gt;expected&lt;/a&gt; or longed-for good &lt;a title="Event" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Event"&gt;event&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a title="Irritation" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Irritation"&gt;irritation&lt;/a&gt; at having to wait. &lt;a title="Robert Plutchik" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Plutchik"&gt;Robert Plutchik&lt;/a&gt; listed anticipation as one of the eight basic emotions in his &lt;a title="Psychoevolutionary theory" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychoevolutionary_theory"&gt;psychoevolutionary theory&lt;/a&gt;. See also &lt;a title="Hope" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hope"&gt;hope&lt;/a&gt;. A name for pleasured anticipation is excitement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824506-114323948160493387?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/114323948160493387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=114323948160493387&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/114323948160493387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/114323948160493387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2006/03/which-one.html' title='Which One?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-114313544202068055</id><published>2006-03-23T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T06:24:56.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a loser</title><content type='html'>I just came to realize that 33% of my posts on this blog had to do with animals. That is an average of 1.142857142 animal posts a month since I started this. 3 dogs, 1 penguin, 1 sheep, 1 duck and cow, 1 chicken, and 1 squirrel. Just call me Dr. Dolittle. (That is a reference to the book with the guy and the animals. It is not a reflection of my work ethic so don't even go there.)  Have I bought into the conspiracy that in order to get a cheap laugh you must involve animals? Apparently so. Here is a recap. With all these animals in a lump fashion, I'm sure you must be enjoying a "wet yourself" kind of laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/1600/Dog1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/200/Dog1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/1600/Penguins%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/200/Penguins%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/1600/Sheep%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/200/Sheep%203.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/1600/Duck%20and%20Cows%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/200/Duck%20and%20Cows%204.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/1600/Lafawnda%205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/200/Lafawnda%205.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/1600/IMPOSTER%206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/200/IMPOSTER%206.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/1600/Chicken%20Dance%207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/200/Chicken%20Dance%207.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/1600/Squirrel%208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/200/Squirrel%208.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824506-114313544202068055?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/114313544202068055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=114313544202068055&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/114313544202068055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/114313544202068055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-loser.html' title='What a loser'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-114297937546927290</id><published>2006-03-21T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T14:19:52.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/1600/Squirrel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/320/Squirrel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why am I am thinking this thought. So, I decided to share it. For some reason, if I were to be an animal all I can think is that I'd be a squirrel. Why? What cause or purpose do they create? You see them smashed on the road all the time. People put ugly metal barriers on their trees to deter them from climbing up them. My mom knows a woman who captures the squirrels in her yard and takes them out to the country. With all that I have mentioned, I still think I would be a squirrel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824506-114297937546927290?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/114297937546927290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=114297937546927290&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/114297937546927290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/114297937546927290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2006/03/huh.html' title='Huh?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-114254682817992054</id><published>2006-03-16T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T14:19:06.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedication</title><content type='html'>I'd like to dedicate this to a special friend of mine - you know who you are. There is no music provided - sing it in your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I am leavin' town oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doo-da, Doo-da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be back for three more days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, de doo-da day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824506-114254682817992054?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/114254682817992054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=114254682817992054&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/114254682817992054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/114254682817992054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2006/03/dedication.html' title='Dedication'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-114193126862553902</id><published>2006-03-09T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T11:50:31.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not in the mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't feel very funny right now. So I will leave you with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/400/Chicken%20Dance.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na na na na na na nu&lt;br /&gt;na na na na na na nu&lt;br /&gt;na na na na na na nu&lt;br /&gt;CLAP&lt;br /&gt;CLAP&lt;br /&gt;CLAP&lt;br /&gt;CLAP&lt;br /&gt;na na na na na na nu&lt;br /&gt;na na na na na na nu&lt;br /&gt;na na na na na na nu&lt;br /&gt;CLAP&lt;br /&gt;CLAP&lt;br /&gt;CLAP&lt;br /&gt;CLAP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/16824506-114193126862553902?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/114193126862553902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=114193126862553902&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/114193126862553902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/114193126862553902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2006/03/not-in-mood.html' title='Not in the mood'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-114072600708393321</id><published>2006-02-23T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T12:22:56.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMPOSTER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/1600/IMPOSTER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/400/IMPOSTER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake. Phony. Sham. Pretender. Charlatan. Counterfeit. Pretender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Shaley might look sweet and innocent, this dog has a vicious, murderous side. She preys on unsuspecting victims who are just looking for a family who will love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with her accomplice, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2562/1811/1600/petey.jpg"&gt;Petey&lt;/a&gt;, she weaves a tangled web of deceit and utter chaos. The sting starts with Petey pretending to be available for adoption. Once they get a nibble, a family who shows interest, the real plans goes into action. Competition is always a part of doggie adoption. When the family decides on Petey's competitors, Shaley makes her move. Shaley, who also goes by the alias Lafawnda, sneaks in, attacks, and eliminates Petey's competition. She then pretends to be the rightful pup and is adopted by the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once inside the house, she pilfers several tens of dollars. Occasionally, she will sneak out and send her good friend Petey a token or two. Because they are so cute, nobody will ever believe they are out to do any harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are a dangerous couple. Do not become entangled in their plan of destruction and greed. If you see either of these dogs, please contact 1-800-THAT-AINT-MY-DOG immediately. You never know where they might turn up next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824506-114072600708393321?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/114072600708393321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=114072600708393321&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/114072600708393321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/114072600708393321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2006/02/imposter.html' title='IMPOSTER!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-114053524860271522</id><published>2006-02-21T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T10:46:46.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAME that DOG!!!!</title><content type='html'>Welcome back to another edition of &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;NAME that DOG&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!!!! Our contestant today is quite the competitor. She crushed her opponent, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2562/1811/1600/petey.jpg"&gt;Petey&lt;/a&gt;, for the love and affection of the &lt;a href="http://the6karns.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karns&lt;/a&gt;. It was a devastating turn of events for what seemed like a &lt;a href="http://the6karns.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-addition-to-karns.html"&gt;guaranteed victory &lt;/a&gt;for the young lad. He is currently seeking council...I mean &lt;a href="http://thedawghowse.blogspot.com/2006/02/pray-for-petey.html"&gt;counsel&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s meet our contestant. She’s cute. She’s furry. She’s full of spunk. She’s without a name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/1600/Lafawnda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/320/Lafawnda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The caller lines are open to find this bundle of joy a name. To get things rolling, we will list our top runners so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lafawnda&lt;br /&gt;2. Killer&lt;br /&gt;3. Durango&lt;br /&gt;4. Petey&lt;br /&gt;5. Winner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on people, we need you. Time is running out and a name is a necessity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;****UPDATE*****&lt;br /&gt;Caller 1 - She is a little hussie. My vote goes for Vixen.&lt;br /&gt;Caller 2 - I can't believe you are even considering a name for this &lt;i&gt;replacement&lt;/i&gt;. I will not degrade Petey in this manner.&lt;br /&gt;Caller 3 - It's my doggie and I'll name her Shay if I want to. Shay if I want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;This just in: We are getting quite a few suggestions outside the booth through exit polling. This is what the people are petitioning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Blondie, Abby, Gracie. Daisy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Newton, Sampson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Madge, Zoey, Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Daffy, Daphne, Daffodil, Buttercup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Harmony, Rhapsody, Rhythm, Jazz, Kora, Calypso, Lyric, Piccolo, Falsetto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;We're heading to a commercial break. Please stay tuned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***3,2,1 And we're back. We have another caller on the line. Go ahead caller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Caller 4 - Can't we all just get along? What is up with Caller #2? If he had his way the lucky lil lass would be named HeHateMe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well folks, we have a stunning finish to this wild episode. Coming in out of left field, the winning name is Shaley. The winner overtook the competition by throwing up props to the pups origins. Shaley the dog has background roots from the Shale Rd region. Congratulations are in order indeed. Tell them what they won Bob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Bob - They won &lt;strong&gt;NOTHING&lt;/strong&gt;! They didn't even call in that name. Why would we reward them? I don't think our sponsors would want to be a part of that kind of backhanded sneakiness. I'm through with this junk. Get my agent on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With that note, I'd say that concludes this week's episode of Name that Dog!!!! We'll see you next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***And.......we're out. Another good one everyone. Someone tell Bob I want to see him in my office. Pronto!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824506-114053524860271522?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/114053524860271522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=114053524860271522&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/114053524860271522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/114053524860271522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2006/02/name-that-dog.html' title='NAME that DOG!!!!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-114001757112535370</id><published>2006-02-15T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T07:34:33.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudoku</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/1600/Sudoku%20Puzzle.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/400/Sudoku%20Puzzle.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, my name is Sarah and I am addicted.....to Sudoku! A coworker of mine introduced me to this a couple weeks ago. It was a teaser. She was working on it at break and just gave me a peek and quickly explained it. I should have realized the hook right then and there but alas I fell victim to her devious plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The object is to have 1 each of the numbers 1-9 entered randomly in the vertical line, horizontal line, and also in each of the 9 - 9 box grids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purchased a book of 601 Sudoku puzzles last night. They range from easy to I'll never be able to solve this. So, if you don't see me around for awhile, please stage an intervention!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824506-114001757112535370?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/114001757112535370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=114001757112535370&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/114001757112535370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/114001757112535370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2006/02/sudoku.html' title='Sudoku'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-113924820305259214</id><published>2006-02-06T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T09:50:03.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Eye</title><content type='html'>We have been attacked by the Pink Eyed Monster. We are unable to get an absolute confirmation until tomorrow but all signs point to yes. So, once again, I have to burn two PDO's on sickness! Argh! The girl isn't too happy about having it either, so we are both "crying in our beers" so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/1600/Pink%20Eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/400/Pink%20Eye.jpg" width="380" 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/16824506-113924820305259214?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/113924820305259214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=113924820305259214&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/113924820305259214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/113924820305259214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2006/02/pink-eye.html' title='Pink Eye'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-113894642489251066</id><published>2006-02-02T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T06:40:03.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upcoming important dates I anticipate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;March 16th - March Madness begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;March 20th - First day of Spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;March 28th - Court's &lt;u&gt;10th&lt;/u&gt; Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;April 2nd - Daylight Saving Time begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;April 7th - Cubs Home Opener - ( vs. STL Cardinals)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;******UPDATE****** March 14th-  Brock's &lt;u&gt;3rd&lt;/u&gt; Birthday&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/16824506-113894642489251066?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/113894642489251066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=113894642489251066&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/113894642489251066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/113894642489251066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2006/02/upcoming-important-dates-i-anticipate.html' title='Upcoming important dates I anticipate'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-113816648236299893</id><published>2006-01-24T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T12:13:32.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Throwin'  it Back Old School Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/1600/Free%20At%20Last.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/400/Free%20At%20Last.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a DC Talk Fan when they first came out. They were "rappers" at that point. Anyway, all of a sudden, all the guys in my youth group didn't like them anymore. I was unaware of this newfound dislike and I went out and bought their tape. (That's right I said tape.) Those guys gave us girls a hard time for quite awhile until the group changed their musical genre and then they liked them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/1600/Toby%20Mac.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/400/Toby%20Mac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these memories came flashing back this week because I bought Toby Mac's &lt;i&gt;Welcome to Diverse City&lt;/i&gt; CD. Court is doing her solo in the recital this year to &lt;i&gt;Burn for You&lt;/i&gt;. It is a hip hop style CD and she is doing a hip hop dance. It is funny because I enjoy this CD but I feel like I almost need to apologize for liking it. How long before childhood memories won't affect the actions in your adulthood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW - If I could dance, I would dance to this album. I'm sure that I would probably pull something so I'll refrain. I can still manage to head bop though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824506-113816648236299893?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/113816648236299893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=113816648236299893&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/113816648236299893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/113816648236299893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2006/01/throwin-it-back-old-school-style.html' title='Throwin&apos;  it Back Old School Style'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-113778340545628552</id><published>2006-01-20T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T11:00:54.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Early Adult Allowance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/1600/Cash.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/400/Cash.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have time to blog yesterday. I adjusted some settings which took longer than I anticipated. However, I had more important things to take care of...TAXES. That's right, I already filed my Federal. I received my W2 yesterday and I wasn't feeling that well so I thought I'd put it off. That was until somewhere around 10:30 last night when I got my second wind and decided to go online and just get it started. Well, I ended up completing the process instead. I usually wait until April to do them. It really doesn't make any sense because I know I am going to get a decent return. So, this year I decided to quit procrastinating and get it done. It should be deposited on Feb. 03 and I will probably turn around and spend it very quickly on obtaining a car. I somewhat hate to see it go so fast.............but then again I need to have a car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824506-113778340545628552?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/113778340545628552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=113778340545628552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/113778340545628552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/113778340545628552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-early-adult-allowance.html' title='My Early Adult Allowance'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-113756171025518851</id><published>2006-01-17T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T21:21:50.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So called Fanwear for Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/1600/Wrong%20Colors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/400/Wrong%20Colors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand I am traditionalistic. I was the kid that wanted to color the picture &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;exactly&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as shown on the cover. I like abstract things but I don't like to see purple cows or red grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in marketing and so I understand that when you sell a product you want the money to come from both sides. However, this stuff drives me crazy. I hate to see fanwear that isn't in the teams colors. Isn't it possible to make a team shirt marketed to a woman and still keep the integrity of the team by actually using the team colors? I honestly believe this should be outlawed. When a food label claims to contain a certain item in a product they have to have a certain percentage of that item in the product. I believe the same should apply here. If they are going to make a team shirt it ought to have a certain percentage of the team colors represented. A pink Cubs shirt? Give me a break!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824506-113756171025518851?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/113756171025518851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=113756171025518851&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/113756171025518851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/113756171025518851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-called-fanwear-for-women.html' title='So called Fanwear for Women'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-113738704540133579</id><published>2006-01-15T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T22:05:01.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dizzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/1600/Dizzy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/400/Dizzy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently participated in an Artist Trading Card swap with a forum I frequent. I used Prismacolor art markers on Canson acrylic paper. I titled this piece &lt;em&gt;Dizzy&lt;/em&gt;. It was a lot of fun and I hope to do more of these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824506-113738704540133579?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/113738704540133579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=113738704540133579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/113738704540133579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/113738704540133579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2006/01/dizzy.html' title='Dizzy'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-113738248863580542</id><published>2006-01-15T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T19:57:24.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you Monkish?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/1600/Monk%20Quiz.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/400/Monk%20Quiz.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824506-113738248863580542?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/113738248863580542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=113738248863580542&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/113738248863580542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/113738248863580542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2006/01/are-you-monkish.html' title='Are you Monkish?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-113379695844630250</id><published>2005-12-05T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T07:35:58.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Wasters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.morpheme.co.uk/frenzy/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/320/Alphabet%20Game.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are always things passed around an office that accomplish nothing but a way to waste your time. These seem to get worse and more frequent this time of year. Here is one that is killing me. I am very competitive, even against nothing or myself. I used to be able to type very quickly but recently my fingers have been failing me and I have relied heavily on the backspace button. I am averaging about 7 seconds on this game and I &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;know&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I can do better. How fast can you type the alphabet? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning&lt;/span&gt;: it can become addicting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824506-113379695844630250?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/113379695844630250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=113379695844630250&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/113379695844630250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/113379695844630250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2005/12/time-wasters.html' title='Time Wasters'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-113271554443504282</id><published>2005-11-22T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T19:12:24.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!!!</title><content type='html'>I am back on the internet at home! Woo Hoo! I've missed it very much. Come to find out, my problems were due to a bone-head thing that I did. Note to self: Do not remove the Network Connections. I can now post away. I can't wait until I run across something funny. For those who did not notice the large banner below please do so now. It is a link and you can make purchases from that site. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824506-113271554443504282?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/113271554443504282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=113271554443504282&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/113271554443504282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/113271554443504282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2005/11/finally.html' title='FINALLY!!!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-113271463997131858</id><published>2005-11-22T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T19:07:20.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Wish List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ndshop.com/BlueAndGold/assets/html/homepage.asp?URLCheck=1"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/400/NDshop.0.jpg" target="_blank" &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824506-113271463997131858?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/113271463997131858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=113271463997131858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/113271463997131858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/113271463997131858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2005/11/christmas-wish-list.html' title='Christmas Wish List'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-112895959142111419</id><published>2005-10-10T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T08:53:11.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Click Clack Moo Cows That Type</title><content type='html'>This is probably hands down my favortite book EVER! I used to read this over and over to Court. She may have outgrown it but I never did. I have bought this for my niece and will be buying it for my nephews. I hate to keep it all to myself so I will now share it with all of your. By the way, I do a mean Farmer Brown impersonation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click Clack Moo Cows That Type&lt;br /&gt;By:Doreen Cronin&lt;br /&gt;Illustrated by: Betsy Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fotoflix.com/foto?key=69359e5f77fcd96be884bad4d60fd8fb&amp;size=400x300" border="0" /&gt; Farmer Brown has a problem. His cows like to type. All day long he hears click, clack, moo. Click, clack, moo. Clickety, clack, moo. At first he couldn't believe his ears. Cows that type? Impossible! Click, clack, moo. Click, clack, moo. Clickety, clack, moo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fotoflix.com/foto?key=693615a655c91b1343a20b77e419dee4&amp;amp;size=400x300" border="0" /&gt; Then he couldn't believe his eyes. "Dear Farmer Brown, The barn is very cold at night. We'd like some electric blankets. Sincerely, The Cows."It was bad enough the cows had found the old typewriter in the barn, now they wanted electric blankets! "No way," said Farmer Brown. "No electric blankets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fotoflix.com/foto?key=693633ed25989e7584a470b30754ae48&amp;size=400x300" border="0" /&gt; So the cows went on strike. They left a note on the barn door. "Sorry. We're closed. No milk today." "No milk today!" cried Farmer Brown.In the background, he heard the cows busy at work: Click, clack, moo. Click, clack, moo. Clickety, clack, moo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fotoflix.com/foto?key=69365ce13c36323d1372a3e78afee381&amp;amp;size=400x300" border="0" /&gt; The next day he got another note. "Dear Farmer Brown. The hens are cold too. They'd like electric blankets. Sincerely, The Cows." The cows were growing impatient with the farmer. They left a new note on the barn door. "Closed. No milk. No eggs.""No eggs!" cried Farmer Brown. In the background he heard them. Click, clack, moo. Click, clack, moo. Clickety, clack, moo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fotoflix.com/foto?key=69366d0669ce460ef713fd95b80d6485&amp;size=400x300" border="0" /&gt; "Cows that type. Hens on strike! Whoever heard of such a thing? How can I run a farm with no milk and no eggs!" Farmer Brown was furious. Farmer Brown got out his own typewriter. "Dear Cows and Hens: There will be no electric blankets. You are cows and hens. I demand milk and eggs. Sincerely, Farmer Brown."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fotoflix.com/foto?key=693686fae88d4915ba60c30537b608fe&amp;amp;size=400x300" border="0" /&gt; Duck was a neutral party, so he brought the ultimatum to the cows. The cows held an emergency meeting. All the animals gathered around the barn to snoop, but none of them could understand Moo. All night long, Farmer Brown waited for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fotoflix.com/foto?key=69369cd06cdc503a1a9f8a5d54107956&amp;size=400x300" border="0" /&gt; Duck knocked on the door early the next morning. He handed Farmer Brown a note: "Dear Farmer Brown, We will exchange our typewriter for electric blankets. Leave them outside the barn door and we will send Duck over with the typewriter. Sincerely, The Cows."Farmer Brown decided this was a good deal. He left the blankets next to the barn door and waited for Duck to come with the typewriter. The next morning he got a note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fotoflix.com/foto?key=693713ef68647df4cbaf0772a64ed512&amp;amp;size=400x300" border="0" /&gt; "Dear Farmer Brown, The pond is quite boring. We'd like a diving board. Sincerely, The Ducks."Click, clack, quack. Click, clack, quack. Clickety, clack, quack.The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824506-112895959142111419?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://pbskids.org/lions/clickety/' title='Click Clack Moo Cows That Type'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/112895959142111419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=112895959142111419&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/112895959142111419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/112895959142111419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-112830660601352788</id><published>2005-10-02T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T19:30:06.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes next year is this year and sometimes not</title><content type='html'>The thrill of victory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fotoflix.com/foto?key=67879d4f3ae1fcb48b5aa722194dfa52&amp;size=400x300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the agony of defeat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fotoflix.com/foto?key=67880a092daf0871fa09552235b12347&amp;size=400x300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824506-112830660601352788?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-112814245250328803</id><published>2005-09-30T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T22:11:14.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March Baby, March!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="PADDING-TOP: 10px"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fotoflix.com/foto?key=676782f78d28a8aa1626318603d16440&amp;amp;size=400x300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px"&gt;I went to my first drive-in movie tonight. They were playing The March of the Penguins and another movie I can't remember the title. It was sooo much fun. It took a little getting used to the setup and I couldn't believe how much fun we had. My Mom went and she was recalling how the speakers used to hook up to the window. I think I like the radio station tune in a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The penguins were so cute. It was an innocent documentary of the plight of the penguins. I was heart broken viewing the many obstacles and challenges that face their way. I wanted to pack them all up and take them home. I have wanted to see this movie for a long time and it never worked out.  Though it was frustrating at the time, I am glad it worked out this way. The weather was perfect, not too hot not too cold. This experience was good old fashion family fun that I shared with my Mom and my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824506-112814245250328803?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/112814245250328803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=112814245250328803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/112814245250328803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/112814245250328803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2005/09/march-baby-march.html' title='March Baby, March!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-112770720667229964</id><published>2005-09-25T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T07:00:39.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Paint</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/1600/Dog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6633/784/320/Dog1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. I couldn't find anything of interest online tonight. So, I decided to throw it back old school and play with Paint. When we first got a computer this was the coolest program EVER! I remember fighting with my brothers and sister on whose turn it was for Paint. Mostly, we would write and draw our own name over and over and over again. We were either incredibly conceited or had a totally lack of creativity. For those totally blind, this is a dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824506-112770720667229964?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/112770720667229964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=112770720667229964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/112770720667229964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/112770720667229964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2005/09/fun-with-paint_25.html' title='Fun with Paint'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-112744341834767863</id><published>2005-09-22T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T21:08:00.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Right I'm Tater Tots</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Tatertots" src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/retromex/1105631737_Dtatertots.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Tater Tots. Go get your own!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. I'm a fried potato product. That totally bites! Ha ha get it. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/retromex/quizzes/Which%20Napoleon%20Dynamite%20character%20are%20you?/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99C;"&gt;Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99C;"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824506-112744341834767863?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/112744341834767863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=112744341834767863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/112744341834767863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/112744341834767863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2005/09/thats-right-im-tater-tots.html' title='That&apos;s Right I&apos;m Tater Tots'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-112694009433471591</id><published>2005-09-16T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T07:57:38.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you see what I see?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="PADDING-TOP: 10px"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fotoflix.com/foto?key=64935b366ed24e89798383d7c0c69a8a&amp;amp;size=400x300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is also a test.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you actually saw an image it would be super cool and funny not a loser sliding down a tiny hill trying to learn how to "snowboard".&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/16824506-112694009433471591?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/112694009433471591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=112694009433471591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/112694009433471591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/112694009433471591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2005/09/do-you-see-what-i-see_17.html' title='Do you see what I see?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824506.post-112692897280942543</id><published>2005-09-16T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T23:56:47.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me...Is this thing on?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is a test. This is only a test. Had this been a real post you would have seen more "info info info info" instead of "blah blah blah blah". Please note: future real posts may resemble this post in such a way it may be confused as a test but please be assured as it will be a real post.&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/16824506-112692897280942543?l=walkerlounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/feeds/112692897280942543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824506&amp;postID=112692897280942543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/112692897280942543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824506/posts/default/112692897280942543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkerlounge.blogspot.com/2005/09/excuse-meis-this-thing-on.html' title='Excuse me...Is this thing on?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00271399845846799045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/3060/320/Sarah%20Chicago%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
