<?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-3982238944274490762</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:46:07.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a lazy blogger.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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/&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=c0cf508ff8" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed width="464" height="388" flashvars="key=c0cf508ff8" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" src="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;width: 464px;"&gt;See more &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/jackblack"&gt;Jack Black&lt;/a&gt; videos at Funny or Die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982238944274490762-6505038930803839261?l=puddingspoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R0-fXSRtgxI/AAAAAAAAABA/kgjlB5_kgjg/S220/20060923+(8a).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982238944274490762.post-1527449294712066707</id><published>2008-11-27T18:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T18:07:24.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These Make Me Laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8HE9OQ4FnkQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8HE9OQ4FnkQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982238944274490762-1527449294712066707?l=puddingspoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1527449294712066707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3982238944274490762&amp;postID=1527449294712066707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/1527449294712066707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/1527449294712066707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/2008/11/literal-music-videos.html' title='These Make Me Laugh'/><author><name>*JayDee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17600594059450907744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R0-fXSRtgxI/AAAAAAAAABA/kgjlB5_kgjg/S220/20060923+(8a).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982238944274490762.post-7463335627240551308</id><published>2008-11-09T00:22:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T00:33:49.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Until I Can Compose Something In My Own Words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Forgive, sounds good&lt;br /&gt;Forget, I'm not sure I could&lt;br /&gt;They say time heals everything&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm through with doubt&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left for me to figure out&lt;br /&gt;I've paid a price&lt;br /&gt;And I'll keep paying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to make nice&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to back down&lt;br /&gt;I'm still mad as hell and&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time to go round and round and round&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to make it right&lt;br /&gt;I probably wouldn't if I could&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm mad as hell&lt;br /&gt;Can't bring myself to do what it is you think I should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you said&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just get over it&lt;br /&gt;It turned my whole world around&lt;br /&gt;And I kind of like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my bed and I sleep like a baby&lt;br /&gt;With no regrets and I don't mind sayin'&lt;br /&gt;It's a sad sad story when a mother will teach her&lt;br /&gt;Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger&lt;br /&gt;And how in the world can the words that I said&lt;br /&gt;Send somebody so over the edge&lt;br /&gt;That they'd write me a letter&lt;br /&gt;Sayin' that I better shut up and sing&lt;br /&gt;Or my life will be over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to make nice&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to back down&lt;br /&gt;I'm still mad as hell and&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time to go round and round and round&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to make it right&lt;br /&gt;I probably wouldn't if I could&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm mad as hell&lt;br /&gt;Can't bring myself to do what it is you think I should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive, sounds good&lt;br /&gt;Forget, I'm not sure I could&lt;br /&gt;They say time heals everything&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still waiting &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;-Dixie Chicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982238944274490762-7463335627240551308?l=puddingspoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R0-fXSRtgxI/AAAAAAAAABA/kgjlB5_kgjg/S220/20060923+(8a).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982238944274490762.post-5314424574613257249</id><published>2008-08-24T12:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T13:52:04.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Second Best Thing to Ever Happen to Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/SLGp5l7jPoI/AAAAAAAAADM/A-wN30Tu7uw/s1600-h/2008-06-15+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/SLGpnH-6uXI/AAAAAAAAADE/cHzc56DYGHA/s1600-h/P8111368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238154331231533426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/SLGpnH-6uXI/AAAAAAAAADE/cHzc56DYGHA/s400/P8111368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I feel so lucky that this adorable kitty is in my life. I am filled with so much love for her it amazes me. I am so grateful to Chris for being the one that wanted a pet in the first place, Meagan for pushing me to get the cat and for having the incredible hook up, and to Anne, for allowing us to adopt a small part of her family into ours. Skittles is the most amazing Bittle Wittle Kittle a person could ask for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982238944274490762-5314424574613257249?l=puddingspoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5314424574613257249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3982238944274490762&amp;postID=5314424574613257249&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/5314424574613257249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/5314424574613257249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/2008/08/second-best-thing-to-ever-happen-to-me.html' title='The Second Best Thing to Ever Happen to Me'/><author><name>*JayDee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17600594059450907744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R0-fXSRtgxI/AAAAAAAAABA/kgjlB5_kgjg/S220/20060923+(8a).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/SLGpnH-6uXI/AAAAAAAAADE/cHzc56DYGHA/s72-c/P8111368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982238944274490762.post-8801150034212525355</id><published>2008-08-17T00:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T01:15:10.217-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Top 10 things I &lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt; have said to the strange girl I've never seen before that came to our door in her pajama pants asking if we had the Bourne Identity.&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;1. Who the hell are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2. Were you raised by wolves? Why do you think it's ok to ask strangers to borrow things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3. Are you high?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4. Who the hell are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;5. Even if I did have it, I wouldn't lend it to you, you stupid idiotic girl. I don't even know who the hell you are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;6. Who the hell are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;7. You don't even know me! Why in holy hell would you think a complete stranger would let you borrow their movies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;8. Seriously, are you high?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;9. I'm calling the police.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;10. Seriously, who the effing hell are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982238944274490762-8801150034212525355?l=puddingspoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8801150034212525355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3982238944274490762&amp;postID=8801150034212525355&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/8801150034212525355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/8801150034212525355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/2008/08/wtf.html' title='WTF?'/><author><name>*JayDee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17600594059450907744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R0-fXSRtgxI/AAAAAAAAABA/kgjlB5_kgjg/S220/20060923+(8a).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982238944274490762.post-5208141367314713102</id><published>2008-07-23T08:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T08:10:05.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love the Muppets</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EDFgtFXfnv0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EDFgtFXfnv0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xpcUxwpOQ_A&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xpcUxwpOQ_A&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ob6TTU1knUM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ob6TTU1knUM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kDA9NbPAK8o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kDA9NbPAK8o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982238944274490762-5208141367314713102?l=puddingspoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5208141367314713102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3982238944274490762&amp;postID=5208141367314713102&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/5208141367314713102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/5208141367314713102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-muppets.html' title='I Love the Muppets'/><author><name>*JayDee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17600594059450907744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R0-fXSRtgxI/AAAAAAAAABA/kgjlB5_kgjg/S220/20060923+(8a).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982238944274490762.post-738428697363538319</id><published>2008-06-30T23:24:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T23:54:40.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh by the way, we're married.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On the 8th of June, Chris and I got married. We were at the gay pride festival and there was a group in a booth doing weddings. They had a Lady-Rabbi there marrying anyone that got in line. We just thought, what the hell. As it was nearing our turn, my sister Karri showed up with her camera ready to document the whole thing for us (you're a rock star Karri!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've gotta be honest, even though it sure as hell wasn't legal (thank you so much all you religious right-wing fanatic assholes), it felt kinda cool... and kinda real. The lady was a Rabbi for hell's sake! Even though I've thought of us as married for years now, it was neat to stand there and put a ring on his finger and say in front of people that I do. I do take Chris to be my husband, for better or for worse, until death us do part. I love him. I don't need legal papers or some religion's approval to know that. My love for him is as real as it gets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217915921547760418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/SGnC4ou1kyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/V5TPreqraJ4/s400/2008-06-08+(27).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Above: Us with fancy photo face. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Below: Our wedding video. Just a heads up, it's kinda loud and you can't really hear what the Rabbi says, but you get the idea :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f571f3924d3d242a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df571f3924d3d242a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331748771%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D151359D0DEC2305EDCFC07B256B81D01A2A085A0.4980D1C6AF16E114EB43209E23A16E3796719979%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df571f3924d3d242a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpvYQtOaoKs2mRTQVgU7bf3t7KJY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df571f3924d3d242a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331748771%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D151359D0DEC2305EDCFC07B256B81D01A2A085A0.4980D1C6AF16E114EB43209E23A16E3796719979%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df571f3924d3d242a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpvYQtOaoKs2mRTQVgU7bf3t7KJY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982238944274490762-738428697363538319?l=puddingspoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f571f3924d3d242a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/feeds/738428697363538319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3982238944274490762&amp;postID=738428697363538319&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/738428697363538319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/738428697363538319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-by-way-were-married.html' title='Oh by the way, we&apos;re married.'/><author><name>*JayDee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17600594059450907744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R0-fXSRtgxI/AAAAAAAAABA/kgjlB5_kgjg/S220/20060923+(8a).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/SGnC4ou1kyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/V5TPreqraJ4/s72-c/2008-06-08+(27).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982238944274490762.post-2810360506903064618</id><published>2008-06-25T07:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:16:39.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I'm no longer a Mormon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here is an article I found from the Associated Press. Stay tuned after for why I'm pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mormon Church Enters California Gay Marriage Fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is asking California congregants to join the effort to amend that state's constitution to define marriage as being between a man and a woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A letter sent to Mormon bishops and signed by church president Thomas S. Monson and his two top counselors calls on Mormons to donate ''means and time'' to the ballot measure. A note on the letter, dated June 20, says it should be read during church services on June 29, but the letter was published Saturday on several websites. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Church spokesman Scott Trotter said Monday that the letter was authentic. He declined further comment, saying the letter explains the church's reasons for getting involved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The LDS church will work with a coalition of churches and other conservative groups that put the California Marriage Protection Act on the November 4 ballot to assure its passage, the letter states.&lt;br /&gt;In May, California's supreme court overturned a voter-approved ban on same-sex marriage, saying gay and lesbian couples could not be denied marriage licenses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;''The church's teachings and position on this moral issue are unequivocal. Marriage between a man and a woman is ordained of God and the formation of families is central to the Creator's plan for His children,'' the four-paragraph letter states. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;''We ask that you do all you can to support the proposed constitutional amendment by donating of your means and time to ensure that marriage in California is legally defined as being between a man and a woman,'' church leaders say in the letter. ''Our best efforts are required to preserve the sacred institution of marriage.'' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;California Mormons -- there are more than 750,000, according to a church almanac -- have heard and heeded similar calls from their leaders before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In 2000, a letter from the pulpit asked members to give time and money in support of Proposition 22, a ballot measure defining marriage in California as between one man and one woman. It passed with 61% percent of the vote. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The LDS church also fought same-sex marriage legislation in other states during the 1990s. As recently as 2006, it signed a letter to Congress seeking an amendment to the U.S. Constitution that would define marriage as being between a man and a woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The latest letter is a disappointment to members of Affirmation, an international support group for gay, lesbian, and transgender Mormons. Last month, Affirmation called on the church not to meddle in California politics. ''This initiative will hurt so many people,'' executive director W. Olin Thomas said in a statement Monday. ''The California law affects civil marriage; it has no effect on any religious institution or official.'' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Affirmation leaders are scheduled to meet with the head of LDS Family Services, a church social services agency, in August to begin a conversation meant to bridge the divide between Mormonism and gay members hurt by church teachings that homosexuality is a sin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It will be the first meeting between any arm of the church and Affirmation, which was formed in secret in the 1970s by students at the church-owned Brigham Young University in Provo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;''We're not going to let this stand in the way,'' Affirmation spokesman David Melson said. ''The church has said they are open to finding new avenues and new solutions to minister to gay members, and we are taking them at their word.'' (Jennifer Dobner, AP) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;© 2008 Associated Press. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten, or redistributed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;So my first issue with this whole thing is that the Mormon church is crossing the line between church and state. Aren't the two things supposed to be kept separate? The article makes a good point, "California law affects &lt;strong&gt;civil marriage&lt;/strong&gt;; it has no effect on any religious institution or official.'' It has nothing to do with religion! This law isn't going to force every church to marry gay people! All it's doing is allowing gay people to have the same &lt;strong&gt;legal rights&lt;/strong&gt; as straight people! Yes, they are rights. Every person living in this country deserves the same legal rights as the next person. If Joe Hetero has the right to have a legal marriage and not get fired from his job because of his sexuality and to adopt kids and give them a good home, so should every gay person! The Mormon church is essentially fighting to keep people from having equal legal rights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Does that sound like something a religion needs to meddle in? Why do they not want us to have the same legal rights as them? Am I a second-class citizen that doesn't deserve the same rights as my brother or my neighbor or my boss? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When the Mormon church makes statements about gay marriage they always feel that they have to include comments about family. "...the formation of families is central to the Creator's plan for His children''. This makes me so damn angry! I think it is so narrow minded that they only consider one man and one woman having sex and poppin' out kids to be a family. If I didn't live in the backwards state of Utah, Chris and I could adopt children and "form a family". Does that not work for their Creator's plan? If heterosexuals can adopt and be considered a family, why can't I? It just boils down to the fact that in the last 20 to 30 years the notion of family has morphed and changed so much that to only qualify a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;family in their terms is narrow-minded, out-dated and &lt;strong&gt;hurtful&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It seems that most church goers, regardless of faith, have a tendency to blindly follow what their leaders tell them. So when the president of the church sends out a letter like this, people are going to just do what he says and not think for themselves. They won't take to time to ask themselves one very important question, "how will this affect me?" Guess what?! It won't! Will it raise your taxes? &lt;strong&gt;NO!&lt;/strong&gt; Will &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; marriage collapse because gays get married? &lt;strong&gt;NO! &lt;/strong&gt;Will the Earth start spinning into the sun because I get the same legal rights as you? &lt;strong&gt;NO!&lt;/strong&gt; Canada and many other countries have made gay marriage legal for years now and has Canada fallen into the ocean or collapsed into ruin because of it??? &lt;strong&gt;HELL NO!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So why does everyone care so damn much? Is it because they want ''...to preserve the sacred institution of marriage"? Let's just talk about that for a minute. Which group of people have taken the national divorce rate to 50%? That's right, it's straight people. When you see celebrities trot down to Las Vegas and get married to a stranger then annul the thing 18 hours later, which celebrities are doing that? Oh yeah, it's the straight ones! So who, in my opinion, has pissed all over the "sacred instituion of marriage"? The straight people!!! I'm not talking about all straight people and all straight marriages of course, but seeing as how they are the only people that have been allowed to get married thus far, the blame has to fall on them for the state of things. Will allowing two committed people, who happen to be the same gender, to get married really do more to screw up what the straights have done to the "institution of marrige"? I seriously doubt it.&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;Well, the more I write, the more upset I get so I think I need to sum up before this turns into just a big rambling rant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I think that what the Mormon church is doing and how they are going about it is &lt;strong&gt;horribly horribly&lt;/strong&gt; wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It hurts me that people I know and love will have to sit in church this Sunday and hear these narrow-minded words from their leaders. Narrow-minded words that make me, JD Ramey, a second-class citizen who doesn't deserve the right to legally be joined to the man i have loved for the past 13 years. I can say now without any regret that I am glad I'm not a member of the Mormon chruch any more. I can't support or respect any group that wants to treat me that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982238944274490762-2810360506903064618?l=puddingspoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2810360506903064618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3982238944274490762&amp;postID=2810360506903064618&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/2810360506903064618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/2810360506903064618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-i.html' title='Why I&apos;m no longer a Mormon'/><author><name>*JayDee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17600594059450907744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R0-fXSRtgxI/AAAAAAAAABA/kgjlB5_kgjg/S220/20060923+(8a).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982238944274490762.post-8227447475103547060</id><published>2008-06-22T21:01:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:09:23.159-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I found a lump...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes if the bed is all made up and we leave Skittles home alone, we come back to find a lump.&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214907188092894274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/SF8SdTLofEI/AAAAAAAAACs/zjObH9oUVME/s400/P6151346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It makes us laugh so hard! She burrows in all nice and orderly and just sleeps. We like to sneak in and surprise her. She just gives us this look as if to say "whatever nerds, I'm sleeping."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214907819471733170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/SF8TCDQFAbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/XHEQUZ9ST2s/s400/P6151351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982238944274490762-8227447475103547060?l=puddingspoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8227447475103547060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3982238944274490762&amp;postID=8227447475103547060&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/8227447475103547060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/8227447475103547060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-found-lump.html' title='I found a lump...'/><author><name>*JayDee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17600594059450907744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R0-fXSRtgxI/AAAAAAAAABA/kgjlB5_kgjg/S220/20060923+(8a).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/SF8SdTLofEI/AAAAAAAAACs/zjObH9oUVME/s72-c/P6151346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982238944274490762.post-5964066836294310937</id><published>2008-06-22T01:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T01:27:56.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog is like a woman...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just a warning, this post is naughty. It contains things that are dirty, rude, demeaning and horrible... and I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ok, so last week a group of us went to see The Happening at the theater. Before the movie there was a commercial for a reality show called Ice Road Truckers about guys that drive big turcks over frozen rivers. I don't really quite get it but one guy in the commercial said "these ice roads are like a woman". I don't remember how exactly they were like a woman but the idea intrigued me... how are other things in this world like a woman? Well, that set off one of the most fun games I have every played! The following are just some of the things women are like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mosquitos are like a woman... They're worthless and they won't stop bugging me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Covering breaks at work is like a woman... I like doing it but it takes forEVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ok, so you get it? From here on out things get filthier so be forwarned. I also have to give a shout out to Ali, Meagan, Chris and Heather for their fantastic contributions to the world of "Like a Woman"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ice cream is like a woman... It's smooth and creamy but it hurts my mouth when I eat it too fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The D.I. is like a woman... It's cheap, dirty and it smells weird but I can't stop going in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Auditions are like a woman... Sometimes exciting, sometimes frustrating but I can work them like a well oiled machine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Disneyland is like a woman... I wanna be inside it 365 days a year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Receiving shipment is like a woman... I get dirty putting my hands in the box and it comes every day of the week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Traffic is like a woman... It gives me a headache and I hate getting stuck in it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Going to the cabin is like a woman... The idea of getting in there seems fun but once you do you realize it's just dirty and boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Glasses are like a woman... They sit on my face every day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Taco Bell is like a woman... There's always a long line to get in and once you're through you get the runs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A BMW is like a woman... I wanna give it a good test drive but not make any kind of commitment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh, and to answer why this posting this blog is like a woman... Once I get it done it feels great but my fingers are a bit sore! OHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982238944274490762-5964066836294310937?l=puddingspoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5964066836294310937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3982238944274490762&amp;postID=5964066836294310937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/5964066836294310937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/5964066836294310937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-blog-is-like-woman.html' title='This blog is like a woman...'/><author><name>*JayDee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17600594059450907744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R0-fXSRtgxI/AAAAAAAAABA/kgjlB5_kgjg/S220/20060923+(8a).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982238944274490762.post-1458938560947138119</id><published>2008-03-27T22:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T23:10:20.082-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Going to Disneyland Bitches!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I am a major procrastinator. Anyone that knows me well will attest to this. When we did our taxes at the end of January we decided that we would use our returns to go to Disneyland, my favorite vacation destination of all time! Our money showed up in early February and any sane person would have booked their trip then. The trip is planned for April 10th (we HAVE to go that week because Chris' boss is out of town for the week the office is all closed) which is two weeks from today and I just now booked it. Lame right? I honestly don't think that it would have been any cheaper had we booked two months ago but maybe my headache would be less? See, here's what happened... I tried to take care of all this last week actually and I'm doing it all through Expedia.com (a great site that I've used a few times before). Well, I get everything selected, the flight and the hotel and all, and I get to the final page where I put in my debit card info and I click 'book it' and it tells me that the price has changed! It went up like fifty bucks so I decide to change my options a bit to see if I can make it cheaper. I go back, change it up a bit and go to the check-out again and then it tells me that my card was rejected! So rude! I check my debit card account balance and of course I had enough money, but Expedia had sent through some temporary holds on some funds, which I understand because I work retail and I know how these things work, but the amounts totaled over $400! The most rude!!! I call Expedia and they tell me they will drop off in 72 hours and of course that doesn't happen so I call the bank people and they say it takes 4 days, which it did but in the mean time I'm STRESSING that the trip is so much closer and that the flight will be more expensive, which it was :( The flight went up about $100 each person. We were going to fly out Thursday morning, then back Saturday night because that was the cheapest option for the weekend. It was only 2 hotel nights and cheaper than flying back Sunday morning. I try about 7 different combos of days, airlines and airports and it's still well above the price we wanted to pay. So I'm sitting here all sad and dejected like my Christmas was taken away when I ask Chris if he can leave Wednesday instead. So I plug that in, fly out Wed. and then back Sat. morning and VOILA! Instant HAPPY! Three hotel nights with those flight options ended up being A) cheaper than what I had planned last week and been trying for all night and 2) $250 less that flying out Thurs.! Christmas is back on, Little JD is giddy! He's going to Disneyland in 2 weeks with his best friend in the whole world! All is well :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982238944274490762-1458938560947138119?l=puddingspoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1458938560947138119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3982238944274490762&amp;postID=1458938560947138119&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/1458938560947138119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/1458938560947138119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/2008/03/were-going-to-disneyland-bitches.html' title='We&apos;re Going to Disneyland Bitches!'/><author><name>*JayDee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17600594059450907744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R0-fXSRtgxI/AAAAAAAAABA/kgjlB5_kgjg/S220/20060923+(8a).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982238944274490762.post-8673727395032863707</id><published>2008-03-25T23:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T23:21:56.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Husband is the Best!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hEgHyU5kL4I&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hEgHyU5kL4I&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have loved the B-52's since I was about 15 years old. In fact, one of my very first concerts ever was the B-52's. My mom drove me all the way to Park City one summer saturday night to see them. She was a super sport! Well, ever since I found out that the B's were releasing a new album (their first in 16 years) I've been crazy excited! And then one day, they announced that they would be coming to Utah on the True Colors concert tour (&lt;a href="http://www.truecolorstour.com/"&gt;www.truecolorstour.com&lt;/a&gt;). I was as giddy as a 15 year old gay boy! Now, Chris is aware of my total enjoyment of the B's and on Friday he tells me, "Don't get your hopes up, but I'm trying to win you tickets to the B-52's from the radio station". This is true love! He had to text the radio station all weekend long to enter the contest as much as possible and, what do you know, HE WON! Chris isn't as excited as I am. I know for a fact that he just likes the B's. Maybe even just tolerates them. But for him to spend the entire weekend texting a radio station so that I could get free tickets is amazing. I can't thank him enough. I love that he knows me so well and that his love for me is so deep. I have the best husband in all the world!&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/3982238944274490762-8673727395032863707?l=puddingspoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8673727395032863707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3982238944274490762&amp;postID=8673727395032863707&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/8673727395032863707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/8673727395032863707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-husband-is-best.html' title='My Husband is the Best!'/><author><name>*JayDee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17600594059450907744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R0-fXSRtgxI/AAAAAAAAABA/kgjlB5_kgjg/S220/20060923+(8a).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982238944274490762.post-5027107383029748837</id><published>2008-03-09T12:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T12:22:35.602-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beardy McNoShaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So Chris and I have been rockin' the facial hair as of late. I just resurrected my goatee from years past, but Chris went full out with a total beard. Everyone was saying positive things about both choices. They said we looked older, more mature. Everyone like it, everyone that is, except us. I didn't like his beard and he didn't like my goatee. I mean, I was content with him being all beardy and I wasn't totally harping on him to shave (ok, maybe only a few times). It was fun, it was different, it was a nice change. Well, the other day we encountered a HUGE issue with all this facial hair... when we made out, it was WAY too prickly! And let's face facts here, we can't have anything get in the way of us making out! Chris told me I needed to shave. I told him I would only do it if he shaved too. So at 10pm, March the 8th, the grand facial hair experiment of '08 failed. On a positive note, we made out for like 45 minutes last night! WOO HOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982238944274490762-5027107383029748837?l=puddingspoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5027107383029748837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3982238944274490762&amp;postID=5027107383029748837&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/5027107383029748837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/5027107383029748837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/2008/03/beardy-mcnoshaves.html' title='Beardy McNoShaves'/><author><name>*JayDee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17600594059450907744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R0-fXSRtgxI/AAAAAAAAABA/kgjlB5_kgjg/S220/20060923+(8a).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982238944274490762.post-4736129518652873521</id><published>2008-03-09T12:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T12:26:00.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Talk About Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I hate cats. I just want to put that out there. I hate ‘em. They’re bitchy and selfish and they always want to rub up against me and they’re everywhere and I’m mildly allergic. Oh, and the wild ones outside always walk all over my car and leave paw prints on the windshield. When I would see one running across the street, I would never swerve to miss it. I think this hatred of cats was passed on to my from my father, who got it from his mother. So when I think now, about how I have the cutest cat in the world named Skittles and how now when I see a dead cat in the road I kind of freak out and get all worried and I tell Skittles that she can NEVER EVER leave the house, I think my dad would laugh at me. Chris tells me my dad would be proud though. That I can care for something and that I can open my heart up in a way that I never thought I could. Yeah, he would be proud. And he would tease the every-living hell out of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post Script, I still hate cats. I only like Skittles. She’s the only cat for me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175809850225781426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R9Qrotus6rI/AAAAAAAAACg/Fs7w-RaR36w/s400/DSCF1741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982238944274490762-4736129518652873521?l=puddingspoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4736129518652873521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3982238944274490762&amp;postID=4736129518652873521&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/4736129518652873521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/4736129518652873521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/2008/03/lets-talk-about-cats.html' title='Let&apos;s Talk About Cats'/><author><name>*JayDee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17600594059450907744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R0-fXSRtgxI/AAAAAAAAABA/kgjlB5_kgjg/S220/20060923+(8a).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R9Qrotus6rI/AAAAAAAAACg/Fs7w-RaR36w/s72-c/DSCF1741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982238944274490762.post-1411799089504937752</id><published>2008-03-02T17:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T17:23:36.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Such a Nerd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am so FRAKING excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bkYvXmD94e0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bkYvXmD94e0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982238944274490762-1411799089504937752?l=puddingspoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1411799089504937752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3982238944274490762&amp;postID=1411799089504937752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/1411799089504937752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/1411799089504937752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-such-nerd.html' title='I Am Such a Nerd'/><author><name>*JayDee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17600594059450907744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R0-fXSRtgxI/AAAAAAAAABA/kgjlB5_kgjg/S220/20060923+(8a).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982238944274490762.post-8497164353581527842</id><published>2008-03-02T00:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T00:45:06.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Celebrity Crush Is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R8paarIG-9I/AAAAAAAAACY/zSmQWY9fSBA/s1600-h/post-5178-1121130788.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173046536288271314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R8paarIG-9I/AAAAAAAAACY/zSmQWY9fSBA/s400/post-5178-1121130788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; James Marsden needs to be my new boyfriend. I just saw 27 Dresses by accident and let me tell you something, he is yummy! His smile and his desheveled hair just make me giddy like a school girl with a crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R8paVbIG-8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/eofHx3brnaI/s1600-h/post-5178-1121130788.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982238944274490762-8497164353581527842?l=puddingspoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8497164353581527842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3982238944274490762&amp;postID=8497164353581527842&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/8497164353581527842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/8497164353581527842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-new-celebrity-crush-is.html' title='My New Celebrity Crush Is...'/><author><name>*JayDee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17600594059450907744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R0-fXSRtgxI/AAAAAAAAABA/kgjlB5_kgjg/S220/20060923+(8a).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R8paarIG-9I/AAAAAAAAACY/zSmQWY9fSBA/s72-c/post-5178-1121130788.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982238944274490762.post-1431586940600142132</id><published>2008-03-02T00:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T00:38:34.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Haven't Blogged... What's Up With That?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, ya see, I'm a busy boy. Ok, that's a lie. I work then I come home and don't want to do a damn thing. I sit in front of the TV and then go to bed. So that makes me just lazy. I do have ideas and thoughts I want to write about, but I always think of these ideas when I'm driving in my car or when I'm in the middle of my work day. These ideas never resurface when I'm home and I'm by the computer. That's my brain for ya!&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;Anyhow, I'm still here. I have things to say. They will be said. Maybe soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982238944274490762-1431586940600142132?l=puddingspoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1431586940600142132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3982238944274490762&amp;postID=1431586940600142132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/1431586940600142132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/1431586940600142132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-havent-blogged-whats-up-with-that.html' title='I Haven&apos;t Blogged... What&apos;s Up With That?'/><author><name>*JayDee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17600594059450907744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R0-fXSRtgxI/AAAAAAAAABA/kgjlB5_kgjg/S220/20060923+(8a).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982238944274490762.post-8084731649893377902</id><published>2008-01-27T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T11:53:17.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy birthday Chris. I want to put into words how much I love you and how much you mean to me, but words fail. They just can't do justice to how I feel for you. You are my life, my love, my man. I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160230396463109010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R5zSNJxbU5I/AAAAAAAAACI/-LSVU2r0-G8/s400/Chris+Big+Green+Shirt+Cropped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982238944274490762-8084731649893377902?l=puddingspoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8084731649893377902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3982238944274490762&amp;postID=8084731649893377902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/8084731649893377902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/8084731649893377902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-man.html' title='My Man'/><author><name>*JayDee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17600594059450907744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R0-fXSRtgxI/AAAAAAAAABA/kgjlB5_kgjg/S220/20060923+(8a).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R5zSNJxbU5I/AAAAAAAAACI/-LSVU2r0-G8/s72-c/Chris+Big+Green+Shirt+Cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982238944274490762.post-5499616319303223066</id><published>2008-01-19T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T19:54:16.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have Johnny Tremain hands from clutching my nunchuck to tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157386562966831042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R5K3wQcCv8I/AAAAAAAAACA/UjcB5mM79CY/s320/31SaHkh0QML__SS400_.jpg" border="0" /&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/3982238944274490762-5499616319303223066?l=puddingspoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5499616319303223066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3982238944274490762&amp;postID=5499616319303223066&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/5499616319303223066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/5499616319303223066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/2008/01/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>*JayDee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17600594059450907744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R0-fXSRtgxI/AAAAAAAAABA/kgjlB5_kgjg/S220/20060923+(8a).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R5K3wQcCv8I/AAAAAAAAACA/UjcB5mM79CY/s72-c/31SaHkh0QML__SS400_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982238944274490762.post-8942065659189111930</id><published>2007-12-29T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T10:58:53.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skittles Is Half In the Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149453938759745410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R3aJEwcCv4I/AAAAAAAAABg/od73-AcziLg/s400/2007-12-27+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kitty blog! Skittles likes to play with plastic bags. Don't worry, we cut out the handles and cut off the ends so she can't get all stuck and die. Oh, and she liked a box once too... insert box joke here.                                                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149453797025824626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R3aI8gcCv3I/AAAAAAAAABY/JZNMUgoWYCU/s400/2007-12-22+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149454046133927826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R3aJLAcCv5I/AAAAAAAAABo/J94UcDPRcK4/s400/2007-12-29+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149454157803077538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R3aJRgcCv6I/AAAAAAAAABw/0qNjIqL4qX8/s400/2007-12-05+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982238944274490762-8942065659189111930?l=puddingspoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8942065659189111930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3982238944274490762&amp;postID=8942065659189111930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/8942065659189111930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/8942065659189111930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/2007/12/skittles-is-half-in-bag-again.html' title='Skittles Is Half In the Bag'/><author><name>*JayDee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17600594059450907744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R0-fXSRtgxI/AAAAAAAAABA/kgjlB5_kgjg/S220/20060923+(8a).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R3aJEwcCv4I/AAAAAAAAABg/od73-AcziLg/s72-c/2007-12-27+(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982238944274490762.post-246987901316951779</id><published>2007-12-25T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T22:38:46.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Damn Boyfriend Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So as a special Christmas surprise to us, Chris' sister brought her idiot boyfriend to Christmas yesterday. I hate him. I refused to talk to him. He's the kind of person that has a story for everything and he always has to butt-in to your conversations with other people. I hate him. I just wanna give a few quick bullet points highlighting his utter stupidity and I will never speak of the 'douche that ruined my night' ever again. I hate him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves to talk about how Denver (his hometown) is 13 years ahead of Utah culturally. Well, maybe that would have been the case in the 80's, but in 2007, with the myriad of ways we get information, that just isn't, can't be true. All this from the asshole that has never heard of Nintendo Wii or Ikea. 13 years my ass!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember how on Thanksgiving he kept mentioning that he had 10 acres in Douchesne? Well, this time, the thing he kept on including every chance he could was "my twenty year old son..." or "my son who's twenty..." or "the twenty year old that is my son.." or "twenty years ago my ex-wife and I had son that is now twenty and my son...". Why did every single story have to start with that like it was new information? We got it the first time. Twenty years ago you had sex with a woman and had a kid. We don't give a shit. Shut the fuck up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He told this story about how Will Smith had to flee the country because of some sort of tax scandal. Well, we all knew that it was Wesley Snipes, not Will Smith. Chris' awesome uncle told him that he was wrong, but he didn't believe it. He was sure it was Will Smith. He's an idiot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He walked in the door with Chris' sister and Chris went right up and happily greeted his sister with a big "HEY!" and a hug. The asshole had the nerve to say "aren't you going to say hi to me?". Who does something like that?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When he wasn't talking about his goddmaned twenty year old son, he was talking about his four year old daughter that has mental problems because when she was a baby a mexican hurt her or abused her or something so now whenever she meets a mexican she punches them in the penis. I'm pretty sure that was his way of saying he abused his daughter while he was wearing a sombrero and eating tacos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;The one thing that made me smile during this whole thing, besides having side conversations about how big of an idiot he is with Chris' awesome aunt, was how he would always call Chris' sister 'honey' or 'sweetie' and she just calls him Mike. I love it! It's obvious that she's not really that into him and that he won't be around long. He even got her a ring and when Chris' grandma asked the sister if it was an engagement ring, she immediately said "NO, no, no, NO. No." My favorite!&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/3982238944274490762-246987901316951779?l=puddingspoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/feeds/246987901316951779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3982238944274490762&amp;postID=246987901316951779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/246987901316951779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/246987901316951779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/2007/12/that-damn-boyfriend-again.html' title='That Damn Boyfriend Again!'/><author><name>*JayDee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17600594059450907744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R0-fXSRtgxI/AAAAAAAAABA/kgjlB5_kgjg/S220/20060923+(8a).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982238944274490762.post-9209580331017237705</id><published>2007-12-13T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T17:48:52.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love My Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's been getting crazy cold up in Park City lately, so Chris has been looking for a more heavy duty coat to be wearing. He found this old down coat of mine in the closet the other day and he's been wearing it alot. It's a bit small, the sleeves need to be a few inches longer, and it's super puffy and he looks a bit odd in it but I say, if it keeps him warm, wear it. So the other day he had it on and was going through the pockets and found this old keychain that I had from way-back-when. I used to carry around a keychain of his senior year yearbook picture. It's crazy adorable and he looks so so so young. I've loved him for so long, all the way from the days of baby-faced school pictures. I can't imagine my life without him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143623111173144914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R2HR96_3AVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/_wpZ7i-Ywds/s400/Chrischain.jpg" border="0" /&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/3982238944274490762-9209580331017237705?l=puddingspoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/feeds/9209580331017237705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3982238944274490762&amp;postID=9209580331017237705&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/9209580331017237705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/9209580331017237705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-love-my-husband.html' title='I Love My Husband'/><author><name>*JayDee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17600594059450907744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R0-fXSRtgxI/AAAAAAAAABA/kgjlB5_kgjg/S220/20060923+(8a).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R2HR96_3AVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/_wpZ7i-Ywds/s72-c/Chrischain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982238944274490762.post-6329002387868851880</id><published>2007-12-08T00:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T00:03:42.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little tease for Sex...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7rsu4s6MKXo&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7rsu4s6MKXo&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982238944274490762-6329002387868851880?l=puddingspoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6329002387868851880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3982238944274490762&amp;postID=6329002387868851880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/6329002387868851880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/6329002387868851880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/2007/12/little-tease-for-sex.html' title='A little tease for Sex...'/><author><name>*JayDee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17600594059450907744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R0-fXSRtgxI/AAAAAAAAABA/kgjlB5_kgjg/S220/20060923+(8a).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982238944274490762.post-6374234761264116443</id><published>2007-12-06T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T16:23:09.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I swear this won't become 'JD's Kitty Blog'...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But Skittles is so damn cute, I can't help but talk about her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, Skittles loves to come running into the bathroom, jump onto the toilet seat and then leap onto the bathroom counter to watch the water in the sink. She can't get enough of it. She loves to just sit and stare at the flow of water when we brush our teeth or do our hair. So, please don't get all grossed out here, but Chris and I are at the point in our relationship where we pee with the door open. And if he's in there going and I need to go, I'll yell "don't flush!" so we can conserve water. So let's just combine all this info together now... He's in there doing his number one, I yell "don't flush", Skittles comes running into the bathroom and, well, wouldn't you know it, she jumps right into the toilet. The toilet filled with pee pee. Ewwww. Well, this caused us to give Skittles her very first bath and that's why I'm talking about it because look at this cute picture of her all wet!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141003035093696834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 416px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="312" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R1iDBa_3AUI/AAAAAAAAABI/uW8qBYSwYHU/s400/2007-11-23+(1).JPG" width="421" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982238944274490762-6374234761264116443?l=puddingspoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6374234761264116443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3982238944274490762&amp;postID=6374234761264116443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/6374234761264116443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/6374234761264116443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-swear-this-wont-become-jds-kitty-blog.html' title='I swear this won&apos;t become &apos;JD&apos;s Kitty Blog&apos;...'/><author><name>*JayDee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17600594059450907744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R0-fXSRtgxI/AAAAAAAAABA/kgjlB5_kgjg/S220/20060923+(8a).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R1iDBa_3AUI/AAAAAAAAABI/uW8qBYSwYHU/s72-c/2007-11-23+(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982238944274490762.post-4243867432866426155</id><published>2007-12-04T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T00:12:53.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun for the whole 'family'</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6e25bIHJ8a8&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6e25bIHJ8a8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982238944274490762-4243867432866426155?l=puddingspoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4243867432866426155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3982238944274490762&amp;postID=4243867432866426155&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/4243867432866426155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/4243867432866426155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/2007/12/fun-for-whole-family.html' title='Fun for the whole &apos;family&apos;'/><author><name>*JayDee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17600594059450907744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R0-fXSRtgxI/AAAAAAAAABA/kgjlB5_kgjg/S220/20060923+(8a).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982238944274490762.post-4818844169340580286</id><published>2007-12-01T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T10:03:39.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So Chris tells me that he spent hours yesterday at work watching this video over and over and over. Nerd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jHjFxJVeCQs&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jHjFxJVeCQs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982238944274490762-4818844169340580286?l=puddingspoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4818844169340580286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3982238944274490762&amp;postID=4818844169340580286&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/4818844169340580286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/4818844169340580286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/2007/12/what.html' title='What the?'/><author><name>*JayDee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17600594059450907744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R0-fXSRtgxI/AAAAAAAAABA/kgjlB5_kgjg/S220/20060923+(8a).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982238944274490762.post-2553247833944869995</id><published>2007-11-29T22:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T22:34:53.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Skittles</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138494647297737410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R0-ZqCRtgsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/D-jCmMSxFUI/s400/2007-10-25+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; This is one of the first pictures we took of our new wittle kidden Skittles! We got her from a friend of a friend that turned out to be in my mom's ward... total small world! She is the runt of the litter so she is smaller than than she should be. It confused the hell out of the vet when we took her in for her first set of shots a few weeks back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138495459046556370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R0-aZSRtgtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/B79r1H8GR3U/s400/2007-10-26+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;See how effing tiny and cute she is?!?!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138496034572174050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R0-a6yRtguI/AAAAAAAAAAs/MjjbY3hvnjQ/s400/2007-10-30+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is the day she figured out how to get herself into the garbage can. She loved it in there! The fun part was watching her try to get out. She couldn't do it. It was awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138497348832166642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R0-cHSRtgvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LhiQ3mvPAfo/s400/2007-11-16+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So at her first vet appointment she only weighed one pound. This was back on November 6th. A mere three weeks later she weighed in at 2 and a half pounds. She had doubled in size like some freak genetic experiment. I'm sure it's normal for cats to grow so fast but I don't like it. I want her to be a tiny and cute cuddle-bug forever.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&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/3982238944274490762-2553247833944869995?l=puddingspoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2553247833944869995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3982238944274490762&amp;postID=2553247833944869995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/2553247833944869995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/2553247833944869995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/2007/11/more-skittles.html' title='More Skittles'/><author><name>*JayDee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17600594059450907744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R0-fXSRtgxI/AAAAAAAAABA/kgjlB5_kgjg/S220/20060923+(8a).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R0-ZqCRtgsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/D-jCmMSxFUI/s72-c/2007-10-25+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982238944274490762.post-7012132909818428608</id><published>2007-11-28T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T10:04:36.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Skittles Magoo Floto-Ramey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R00ZLiRtgrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XMy8YhOuPEM/s1600-h/2007-10-26+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137790435869950642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R00ZLiRtgrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XMy8YhOuPEM/s400/2007-10-26+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She was born September 14th, 2007 and she joined our family October 25th. We love her SO much! Much more Skittles to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982238944274490762-7012132909818428608?l=puddingspoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7012132909818428608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3982238944274490762&amp;postID=7012132909818428608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/7012132909818428608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/7012132909818428608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/2007/11/meet-skittles.html' title='Introducing Skittles Magoo Floto-Ramey!'/><author><name>*JayDee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17600594059450907744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R0-fXSRtgxI/AAAAAAAAABA/kgjlB5_kgjg/S220/20060923+(8a).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R00ZLiRtgrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XMy8YhOuPEM/s72-c/2007-10-26+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982238944274490762.post-4039041603507301146</id><published>2007-11-28T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T00:25:31.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to punch these girls in the face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From June 20th, 2007...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I placed my order into the speaker box, a number one combo with a large coke and a chocolate shake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled around and paid the lady in the tiny window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove up to the next window and the girl handed me a bag with my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked away and I waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I waited some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl came back and asked me if everything was alright, like I had some issue with the food she handed me a minute earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pointed out the obvious fact, I hadn't received my drink or shake yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, that confused her. She had to go get another girl. They spoke and then that girl went to get another girl. It was this third girl that came to my window and asked me the same question again, was everything alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I become a douche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, no, everything is not alright! No one's given me my drink or my shake!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third girl comes back a moment later with my shake, apologizes and tells me to have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third girl walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm SuperDouche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's my coke?!?!" I yelled to the girls that weren't standing anywhere near the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First girl comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you order?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't fucking believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A LARGE COKE! How hard IS this???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets my coke, I snatch it from her hand and drive away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to punch them all in the face.&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/3982238944274490762-4039041603507301146?l=puddingspoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4039041603507301146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3982238944274490762&amp;postID=4039041603507301146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/4039041603507301146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/4039041603507301146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-want-to-punch-these-girls-in-face.html' title='I want to punch these girls in the face.'/><author><name>*JayDee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17600594059450907744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R0-fXSRtgxI/AAAAAAAAABA/kgjlB5_kgjg/S220/20060923+(8a).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982238944274490762.post-6221055059765266572</id><published>2007-11-28T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T00:26:46.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Reason's I Hate My Sister-In-Law's New Boyfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. For 4 hours on Thanksgiving, he never stopped talking.&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;9. He mentioned that he had 10 acres in Duchesne at least 20 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. He has three earrings... in just his left ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. He's a bounty hunter... like Dog, not Boba-Fett.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;6. He farms pigs on those 10 acres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;5. Every time we had a story, he had a better one. Usually about someone almost dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4. He called them cartoons. They are &lt;strong&gt;animated features.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3. It's Monster&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt; Inc., not Monster Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2. The word is 'stole' or 'stolen' NOT 'stold'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1. Did I mention he's got 10 acres in Duchesne?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982238944274490762-6221055059765266572?l=puddingspoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6221055059765266572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3982238944274490762&amp;postID=6221055059765266572&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/6221055059765266572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982238944274490762/posts/default/6221055059765266572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddingspoon.blogspot.com/2007/11/top-10-reasons-i-hate-my-sister-in-laws.html' title='Top 10 Reason&apos;s I Hate My Sister-In-Law&apos;s New Boyfriend'/><author><name>*JayDee!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17600594059450907744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ste1dUWeT9c/R0-fXSRtgxI/AAAAAAAAABA/kgjlB5_kgjg/S220/20060923+(8a).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
