<?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-7741682252149648508</id><updated>2012-02-02T07:15:49.023-08:00</updated><category term='buggin&apos;'/><category term='paint sprayers are of the devil'/><category term='merry christmas'/><category term='what came first?'/><category term='beer is not a good substitute when making a float'/><category term='menace to the golfing society'/><category term='grandchild guilt'/><category term='new year&apos;s eve'/><category term='not only a stiff upper lip'/><category term='prayers appreciated'/><category term='you&apos;ve got to be kidding me'/><category term='Zumba'/><category term='artery-clogging goodness'/><category term='girls'/><category term='bathing beauty'/><category term='move it buddy'/><category term='Happy Halloween'/><category term='now that&apos;s just silly'/><category term='rubberband man'/><category term='let&apos;s make a deal'/><category term='i know a little german - 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it&apos;s you'/><category term='buzzards'/><category term='church shopping'/><category term='learning stuff'/><category term='writer&apos;s block'/><category term='doh'/><category term='Is there a point to all this'/><category term='addiction'/><category term='new etsy shop'/><category term='you gonna eat that'/><category term='what I learned this week'/><category term='wet kisses'/><category term='father/daughter ball'/><category term='groundhogs day'/><category term='accountability'/><category term='100th post and a giveaway'/><category term='it&apos;s a snack for later'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='boys'/><category term='guest post'/><category term='diet police'/><category term='wishing and hoping'/><category term='this pain will stay with me'/><category term='12 days of christmas'/><category term='other people are funny'/><category term='plethora of piñatas'/><category term='fingerprint friday'/><category term='the splits are not my friend'/><category term='my dog can type'/><category term='fudge'/><category term='so much to say'/><category term='lies lies lies yeah'/><category term='q-tip love'/><category term='mommyhood'/><category term='fast times at ridgemont high'/><category term='torture'/><category term='joke warfare'/><category term='HUH??'/><category term='the simpsons'/><category term='pinky and the brain'/><category term='haha'/><category term='uncle'/><category term='bra snacks'/><category term='wonder woman'/><category term='happy new year'/><category term='slime'/><category term='blinding flash of white'/><category term='bribe'/><category term='craft project'/><category term='yearly exam'/><category term='sick'/><category term='taco bell chihuahua'/><category term='beware the jackhammer'/><category term='the post that wasn&apos;t'/><category term='school needs to start now'/><category term='weight'/><category term='public potties are fun'/><category term='fottsp'/><category term='i speak jive'/><category term='don&apos;t get put on my list'/><category term='don&apos;t eat the chicken'/><category term='isn&apos;t she lovely'/><category term='comments are our friends'/><category term='happy place'/><category term='guilt'/><category term='new storage ideas'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='tomfoolery'/><category term='Would I lie to you'/><category term='pleasantly disturbed'/><category term='groundhog slippers'/><category term='birthday girl'/><category term='arguing'/><category term='sweet and sour groundhog'/><category term='i love first snowflake freakout lady'/><category term='presents'/><category term='happy birthday steph'/><category term='exploding head'/><category term='christmas shopping'/><category term='woof'/><category term='glue is not hair gel'/><category term='secrets revealed'/><category term='it&apos;s like a bad movie'/><category term='liberty'/><category term='please pray'/><category term='fried groundhog'/><category term='chocolatey goodness'/><category term='advent calendar'/><category term='nuns gone wild'/><category term='peking acrobats'/><category term='professor poopypants'/><category term='floating head of death'/><category term='happy birthday dr. seuss'/><category term='elephant love'/><category term='what did she say'/><category term='i love glee'/><category term='no one expects the spanish inquisition'/><category term='driving fun'/><category term='blogoversary'/><category term='soilent green is people'/><category term='bob ross i&apos;m not'/><category term='That&apos;ll leave a mark'/><category term='groundhog kebobs'/><category term='buy more cookies'/><category term='glitter glue'/><category term='sharks'/><category term='walmart'/><category term='jeff spicoli'/><category term='kfc'/><category term='craft room envy'/><category term='pneumonia'/><category term='80&apos;s movies'/><category term='zonk'/><category term='what&apos;s in your boven'/><category term='snow threat'/><category term='tin foil hat'/><category term='wendy darling ltd'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='barry manilow'/><category term='no school'/><category term='i love coffee'/><category term='mad for plaid'/><category term='note from my daughter'/><category term='pole dancing'/><category term='baa'/><category term='freak magnet'/><category term='bad car'/><category term='parenting 101'/><category term='nice tights'/><category term='mad baking skills'/><category term='mocking'/><category term='did she have a point'/><category term='winner winner winner'/><category term='florida is not my cup of tea'/><category term='pandering'/><category term='I need more tissue'/><category term='YMCA'/><category term='one crazy summer'/><category term='tissues'/><category term='small bills'/><category term='tainted love'/><category term='life is funny - discuss'/><category term='whoa horsey'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='westmont college'/><category term='dude'/><category term='wow - they look hungry'/><category term='pie'/><category term='i will remember you'/><category term='ice cream'/><category term='my what big teeth you have'/><category term='happy valentine&apos;s day'/><category term='evil krusty'/><category term='migraine'/><category term='elf'/><category term='distraction'/><category term='too late she looked'/><category term='the drama is dramatic'/><category term='stop it'/><category term='fabulous prizes'/><category term='Hey cupcake'/><category term='what was that'/><category term='trick-or-treating'/><category term='stone him'/><category term='happy thanksgiving'/><category term='gotta get me one of those'/><category term='What is that thing'/><category term='special purchase'/><category term='free samples'/><category term='roller rink'/><category term='decaf?'/><category term='free donuts'/><category term='candy'/><category term='so sleepy'/><category term='procrastinating'/><category term='angels sing'/><category term='sale on bulk carrots'/><category term='did not see that one coming'/><category term='time travel for dummies'/><category term='costco'/><category term='life is funny'/><category term='ketchup'/><category term='what not to do'/><category term='shake your booty'/><category term='couch'/><category term='christmas story'/><category term='every girl should have a bobby'/><category term='childhood 101'/><category term='internet'/><category term='it&apos;s a valentine&apos;s tree'/><category term='octopus are fun'/><category term='frogurt'/><category term='valuable lesson'/><category term='odd growths'/><category term='What Not To Wear'/><category term='margarine is not butter'/><category term='the claw'/><category term='happy birthday helen'/><category term='anti-resolutionist'/><category term='turkey'/><category term='wrong'/><category term='my first guest post'/><category term='sledding'/><category term='monks'/><category term='traditions'/><category term='don&apos;t try this at home'/><category term='haircut'/><category term='raisins are evil'/><category term='best of'/><category term='kick in the butt'/><category term='scum'/><category term='veteran&apos;s day'/><category term='Princess Bride'/><category term='cadbury eggs'/><category term='douche discipline'/><category term='food'/><category term='used car salesman'/><category term='vote'/><category term='I&apos;ve gotta sit'/><category term='fail'/><category term='snow'/><category term='workout buddy'/><title type='text'>Weight...What?</title><subtitle type='html'>Life, liberty and the pursuit of weight loss.  Okay, maybe not liberty, but definitely the other two!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>473</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-2469289806054150559</id><published>2012-02-02T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T07:15:49.038-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='groundhog slippers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='groundhogs day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet and sour groundhog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='groundhog kebobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fried groundhog'/><title type='text'>You like winter, right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/groundhogs%20day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=groundhogsday.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="320" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/groundhogs%20day/groundhogsday.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Groundhog's Day! Sorry anti-winter folks, but Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow this morning - 6 more weeks of winter! But isn't winter supposed to be around 6 more weeks anyway? At least, that's what my calendar says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;While I love winter, I know a lot of you out there don't. Some people, not to mention any names (my mom), threaten to head south at the site of the first snowflake.&amp;nbsp; So for those of you who are anti-winterites, I give you the following post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Groundhog Revenge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oh sure, Mr. Groundhog.&amp;nbsp; You look all cute poking your head out of your little hole in the ground.&amp;nbsp; You harbinger of evil!!!&amp;nbsp; Uh, I mean, come here little guy...&amp;nbsp; No, we're not gonna hurt you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/groundhogs%20day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1262019882-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/groundhogs%20day/1262019882-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yup.&amp;nbsp; Groundhogs make lovely slippers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/groundhogs%20day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=groundhog.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/groundhogs%20day/groundhog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And hats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/groundhogs%20day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=grhog02.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/groundhogs%20day/grhog02.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Running low on food for your pet snake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Or maybe you just need a good home-cooked meal to help get over the winter blues.&amp;nbsp; So, from the &lt;a href="http://ushotstuff.com/wg/GroundhogSmp.htm" target="_blank"&gt;ushotstuff.com&lt;/a&gt; website, may I suggest&amp;nbsp;a gastronomic delight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Waco Groundhog in Sour Cream&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe By: "Indian Cookin'", compiled by Herb Walker, 1977 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1  Groundhog, skinned &amp;amp; cleaned &lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup Vinegar &lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon Salt &lt;br /&gt;2 quarts Water &lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons Soda &lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup Flour &lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon Salt &lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon Allspice &lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup Bacon fat &lt;br /&gt;3 small Wild onions &lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup Water &lt;br /&gt;1 cup Sour cream &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skin and clean the groundhog.  Wash and dry and put in an earthen crock. Cover with water and a half cup of vinegar and 1 T. of salt. Let stand in a cool place overnight.  In the morning, remove from&lt;br /&gt;brine, wash and pat dry with a damp cloth.  In a large soup kettle combine 2 qt. of water and 2 T. of soda.  Bring to a boil, lower the heat and simmer for 15 minutes, removing the scum as it rises to the&lt;br /&gt;surface. Drain and rinse the groundhog meat and cut into serving pieces. Combine the flour, salt and allspice and dredge the pieces of meat in the mixture. Preheat the oven to 325 degrees. Melt the bacon&lt;br /&gt;fat in a heavy iron frying pan until smoking. Brown meat on all sides. Transfer the browned meat into a greased 4 qt. casserole. Arrange sliced onions on top, add water, cover and bake in a&lt;br /&gt;preheated oven for 2 hours or until the meat is tender. Transfer the meat to a heated platter to keep warm.  Put the casserole on top of the stove over medium heat and spoon in the sour cream stirring&lt;br /&gt;constantly. Do not let the sauce come to a boil.  Put the meat back into the casserole and simmer for about 15 minutes.  Delicious served with creamed dandelion leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now didn't that just brighten your day?&amp;nbsp; As always, I'm a giver. You're welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-2469289806054150559?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2469289806054150559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=2469289806054150559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/2469289806054150559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/2469289806054150559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2012/02/you-like-winter-right.html' title='You like winter, right?'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/groundhogs%20day/th_groundhogsday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-8773251262885550214</id><published>2012-01-02T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T08:11:49.561-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-resolutionist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy new year'/><title type='text'>Resolutions? Me?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S1ciKTctkeg/TwCKysMOEuI/AAAAAAAAAGI/gx1uemQh3FU/s1600/Resolutions.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S1ciKTctkeg/TwCKysMOEuI/AAAAAAAAAGI/gx1uemQh3FU/s640/Resolutions.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Well, it's the new year.&amp;nbsp; Now what?&amp;nbsp; Oh, yeah.&amp;nbsp; Make resolutions.&amp;nbsp; I'll get right on that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I've made it a point over the years to not make resolutions.&amp;nbsp; But is resolving not to make resolutions a contradiction in itself? It makes my brain hurt just thinking about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Still, there are some things that I should quit doing.&amp;nbsp; So after much pondering, and 14 boxes of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs, I've come up with the following list of resolutions for 2012. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Stop wearing clown shoes in public.&amp;nbsp; I'm coming close to an age that a trip and fall could cause a broken hip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Make my &lt;a href="http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2010/02/freak-magnet.html" target="_blank"&gt;tin foil hats&lt;/a&gt; more fashionable.&amp;nbsp; Function has its place, but we all want to look good, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Stop starting tickle fights with badgers.&amp;nbsp; They're not that cute and cuddly when you get up close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; I will no longer create artwork with my belly button lint.&amp;nbsp; There's just no more room left on my walls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; I'll stop blaming it on the dog.&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; Who am I kidding?&amp;nbsp; That'll never happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; I'll&amp;nbsp;no longer&amp;nbsp;cause jackalope stampedes.&amp;nbsp; Easy to start, not so easy to stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; I won't try to order Snuggies from other companies anymore.&amp;nbsp; Those Time-Life operators just have no sense of humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; I will no longer try to get people to look at the end of their noses just to see if their eyes will stay like that forever.&amp;nbsp; Apparently, my grandma was a big ol' liar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;8.&amp;nbsp; I will stop carrying around my own personal laugh track.&amp;nbsp; Turns out that stunned silence is pretty entertaining.&amp;nbsp; For me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;9.&amp;nbsp; I will continue to be a moral compass for all those around me.&amp;nbsp; Now if I could just figure out why that compass keeps getting stuck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;10.&amp;nbsp; I will constantly endeavor to take over the world with my friend, &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/Helenatrandom" target="_blank"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Oh yes, it will be ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So there you have it.&amp;nbsp; I hope I'm not putting too much pressure on myself by making these resolutions.&amp;nbsp; I guess time will tell.&amp;nbsp; Oh, it looks like you've got something on the end of your nose...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D1UYcYDo5ww/TwCK8Nh7bXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/x-ivyi_1C7o/s1600/new+years+resolutions.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D1UYcYDo5ww/TwCK8Nh7bXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/x-ivyi_1C7o/s400/new+years+resolutions.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-8773251262885550214?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/8773251262885550214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=8773251262885550214&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/8773251262885550214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/8773251262885550214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2012/01/well-its-new-year.html' title='Resolutions? Me?!'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S1ciKTctkeg/TwCKysMOEuI/AAAAAAAAAGI/gx1uemQh3FU/s72-c/Resolutions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-8222953309204692684</id><published>2011-12-30T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T06:55:22.461-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='another day another tweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>Looks like I've got a tweet or two left in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hwoN7RSIrS0/Tvk4_QYQXNI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gqXvgdjayxg/s1600/flagpole%2B001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hwoN7RSIrS0/Tvk4_QYQXNI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gqXvgdjayxg/s640/flagpole%2B001.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I know.&amp;nbsp; It's been a while.&amp;nbsp; And no, I'm not dead.&amp;nbsp; Only mostly dead.&amp;nbsp; If I was all dead, you'd be going through my clothes looking for loose change.&amp;nbsp; But true love brought me back.&amp;nbsp; That, and a nice mutton, lettuce and tomato sandwich.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So enjoy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The one-liners&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat &lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="duane_scott" href="http://twitter.com/#!/duane_scott" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;duane_scott&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You will get nothing and like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all out of half &amp;amp; half for my coffee. Let the wailing and gnashing of teeth begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lay down the boogie and play that funky music 'til you die." Words to live by. &lt;a class="  twitter-hashtag pretty-link" href="http://twitter.com/#!/search?q=%23WildCherry" rel="nofollow" title="#WildCherry"&gt;&lt;s class="hash"&gt;#&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;WildCherry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="243083090" href="http://twitter.com/#!/mychiapet" title="Ch-ch-ch-chia"&gt;mychiapet&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Okay &lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="weightwhat" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;weightwhat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, sneezing on me is not the same thing as watering me.  &lt;a class="  twitter-hashtag pretty-link" href="http://twitter.com/#!/search?q=%23stupidallergies" rel="nofollow" title="#stupidallergies"&gt;&lt;s class="hash"&gt;#&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;stupidallergies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0066cc;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;#&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;klout&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; sent me a year's supply of Secret Waterproof Deodorant.  Are they trying to tell me something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are the chocolate fairies when you really need them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="157218534" href="http://twitter.com/#!/DeathStarPR" title="Death Star PR"&gt;DeathStarPR&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;If he says, "I know" when you say you love him, or he's always "encased in Carbonite" when you want to talk, &lt;a class="  twitter-hashtag pretty-link" href="http://twitter.com/#!/search?q=%23BreakUp" rel="nofollow" title="#BreakUp"&gt;&lt;s class="hash"&gt;#&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;BreakUp&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="14183663" href="http://twitter.com/#!/jonacuff" title="Jon Acuff"&gt;jonacuff&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;To be honest, it's been too long since I last participated in a canoe race to save a summer camp from a rich land developer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="289797381" href="http://twitter.com/#!/aMikeFox" title="Mike Fox"&gt;aMikeFox&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;If asked "Who do you think you are!?" just say "I am the terror that flaps in the night. I am Darkwing Duck." there's no comeback to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="20297525" href="http://twitter.com/#!/MnLs" title="pdawesome"&gt;MnLs&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ladies, Christmas is coming “&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="robmcguire" href="http://twitter.com/#!/robmcguire" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;robmcguire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: Since I no longer deny that I let myself go, only seems fitting to buy this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mg-63lFAuqY/Tvk-pXcaePI/AAAAAAAAAFM/xS3dSnwM65Q/s1600/abenhancer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mg-63lFAuqY/Tvk-pXcaePI/AAAAAAAAAFM/xS3dSnwM65Q/s640/abenhancer.jpg" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="809760" href="http://twitter.com/#!/badbanana" title="Tim Siedell"&gt;badbanana&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;According to this heraldry website, my family crest is red and gold with a winged lion eating Spaghetti-Os in his underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never lie.  Ok, I do, but not to you. Well maybe to you, but not about this. Trust me. RT &lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="juicymorsel" href="http://twitter.com/#!/juicymorsel" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;juicymorsel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar cookie creamer? I thought we could have something special together, but I was wrong. It's not me, it's you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ate a gingerbread man that I brought home for my daughter.  She knew it was there.  She shouldn't have left it unguarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="37515248" href="http://twitter.com/#!/The_BMG" title="Amy"&gt;The_BMG&lt;/a&gt; Totally: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SK6onbDhvQo/TvlBeNfSVZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Vl_-2qKL1oI/s1600/hilarious.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SK6onbDhvQo/TvlBeNfSVZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Vl_-2qKL1oI/s1600/hilarious.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just checked the keyword activity for my blog. " HoHoHo and I am not talking about you" will land you on my blog. *snort*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put off doing more things by 9 AM than most people do all day. RT &lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="oinkflap" href="http://twitter.com/#!/oinkflap" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;oinkflap&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="809760" href="http://twitter.com/#!/badbanana" title="Tim Siedell"&gt;badbanana&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Can anyone recommend a few thousand books on hoarding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My To Do list:  1. Quit my soul-sucking job.  2. Take over the world with &lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="Helenatrandom" href="http://twitter.com/#!/Helenatrandom" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  Not necessarily in that order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking it was time for me to take out my leotard again... (&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="Helenatrandom" href="http://twitter.com/#!/Helenatrandom" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/8lXd3es1UPk/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8lXd3es1UPk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8lXd3es1UPk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="18645279" href="http://twitter.com/#!/TheRustedChain" title="Beki"&gt;TheRustedChain&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Haha!! RT &lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="zachbraff" href="http://twitter.com/#!/zachbraff" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;zachbraff&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: Dear Atheist friends, Happy Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say you are what you eat. So I'm gonna start eatin skinny people. RT &lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="SaraESpivey" href="http://twitter.com/#!/SaraESpivey" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;SaraESpivey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="809760" href="http://twitter.com/#!/badbanana" title="Tim Siedell"&gt;badbanana&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;My New Year's Resolution, like always, will be to avoid an elk herd attack. I have a good feeling 2012 will be the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read a really stupid tweet I think “What an idiot. Why did I write that?”RT &lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="BDGarp" href="http://twitter.com/#!/BDGarp" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;BDGarp&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="809760" href="http://twitter.com/#!/badbanana" title="Tim Siedell"&gt;badbanana&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;I've already failed miserably today. Anything more is just fail gravy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="37515248" href="http://twitter.com/#!/The_BMG" title="Amy"&gt;The_BMG&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;How Peanut Butter is made...  I'm STILL laughing!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDZLFomujRY/TvlCL8vGDzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/J-UJqDlP-ew/s1600/peanut+butter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDZLFomujRY/TvlCL8vGDzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/J-UJqDlP-ew/s640/peanut+butter.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The ones that prove I should not be left to my own devices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Should I tell you all about my belly button lint collection? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="  twitter-hashtag pretty-link" href="http://twitter.com/#!/search?q=%23whyishouldnotbeleftaloneontwitter" rel="nofollow" title="#whyishouldnotbeleftaloneontwitter"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;s class="hash"&gt;#&lt;/s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whyishouldnotbeleftaloneontwitter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nope.  Still can't lick my own elbow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="  twitter-hashtag pretty-link" href="http://twitter.com/#!/search?q=%23whyishouldnotbeleftaloneontwitter" rel="nofollow" title="#whyishouldnotbeleftaloneontwitter"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;s class="hash"&gt;#&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;whyishouldnotbeleftaloneontwitter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Asked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="CrazyGidgetDog" href="http://twitter.com/#!/CrazyGidgetDog" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;CrazyGidgetDog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; to teach me the scooting my butt on the carpet trick. She's holding out on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="  twitter-hashtag pretty-link" href="http://twitter.com/#!/search?q=%23whyishouldnotbeleftaloneontwitter" rel="nofollow" title="#whyishouldnotbeleftaloneontwitter"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;s class="hash"&gt;#&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;whyishouldnotbeleftaloneontwitter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We are now the Knights who say... "Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-PTANG. Zoom-Boing. Z'nourrwringmm."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="  twitter-hashtag pretty-link" href="http://twitter.com/#!/search?q=%23whyishouldnotbeleftaloneontwitter" rel="nofollow" title="#whyishouldnotbeleftaloneontwitter"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;s class="hash"&gt;#&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;whyishouldnotbeleftaloneontwitter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thinking about giving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="mychiapet" href="http://twitter.com/#!/mychiapet" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;mychiapet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; a mohawk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="  twitter-hashtag pretty-link" href="http://twitter.com/#!/search?q=%23whyishouldnotbeleftaloneontwitter" rel="nofollow" title="#whyishouldnotbeleftaloneontwitter"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;s class="hash"&gt;#&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;whyishouldnotbeleftaloneontwitter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bingo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="  twitter-hashtag pretty-link" href="http://twitter.com/#!/search?q=%23whyishouldnotbeleftaloneontwitter" rel="nofollow" title="#whyishouldnotbeleftaloneontwitter"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;s class="hash"&gt;#&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;whyishouldnotbeleftaloneontwitter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wendy, Wendy bo-bendy, banana fana fo fendy, me my mo mendy, Wendy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="  twitter-hashtag pretty-link" href="http://twitter.com/#!/search?q=%23whyishouldnotbeleftaloneontwitter" rel="nofollow" title="#whyishouldnotbeleftaloneontwitter"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;s class="hash"&gt;#&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;whyishouldnotbeleftaloneontwitter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck, Chuck bo-buck, banana fana fo... Uh, nevermind. &lt;a class="  twitter-hashtag pretty-link" href="http://twitter.com/#!/search?q=%23whyishouldnotbeleftaloneontwitter" rel="nofollow" title="#whyishouldnotbeleftaloneontwitter"&gt;&lt;s class="hash"&gt;#&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;whyishouldnotbeleftaloneontwitter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plucking the hair off your toes hurts.  I'm just guessing, of course.  &lt;a class="  twitter-hashtag pretty-link" href="http://twitter.com/#!/search?q=%23whyishouldnotbeleftaloneontwitter" rel="nofollow" title="#whyishouldnotbeleftaloneontwitter"&gt;&lt;s class="hash"&gt;#&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;whyishouldnotbeleftaloneontwitter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't me.  It was the dog. &lt;a class="  twitter-hashtag pretty-link" href="http://twitter.com/#!/search?q=%23whyishouldnotbeleftaloneontwitter" rel="nofollow" title="#whyishouldnotbeleftaloneontwitter"&gt;&lt;s class="hash"&gt;#&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;whyishouldnotbeleftaloneontwitter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The ones that are a little bit longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="32057935" href="mailto:SarahBeeC@weightwhat" title="SarahBee"&gt;SarahBeeC &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="weightwhat" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;weightwhat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here ya are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="SarahBeeC" href="http://twitter.com/#!/SarahBeeC" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;SarahBeeC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not for long! I need to get a move on.  Don't ask which move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="32057935" href="http://twitter.com/#!/SarahBeeC" title="SarahBee"&gt;SarahBeeC&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="weightwhat" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;weightwhat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *tsk tsk* You haven't blogged since JULY!? You may need to change your bio, too, young lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat &lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="SarahBeeC" href="http://twitter.com/#!/SarahBeeC" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;SarahBeeC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have a blog?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="18619072" href="http://twitter.com/#!/katdish" title="Kathy Richards"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;The government may attempt to force auto manufacturers to build tiny clown cars that plug into a wall, but they won't force me to buy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat &lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="katdish" href="http://twitter.com/#!/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;katdish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But you'd make a fine clown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="27885619" href="http://twitter.com/#!/dlrayburn" title="Dusty Rayburn"&gt;dlrayburn&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Woot. My car washing brush has shipped.... &amp;lt;--Wow I live an exciting life don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="dlrayburn" href="http://twitter.com/#!/dlrayburn" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;dlrayburn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You are a wild man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="16101569" href="http://twitter.com/#!/WinLiannefield" title="Lianne "&gt;WinLiannefield&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="tweet-full-name"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love my FB friends. I do. But one more picture of a friend or their kids standing next to a dead deer and I'm gonna lose it. &lt;a class="  twitter-hashtag pretty-link" href="http://twitter.com/#!/search?q=%23Gross" rel="nofollow" title="#Gross"&gt;&lt;s class="hash"&gt;#&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gross&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="WinLiannefield" href="http://twitter.com/#!/WinLiannefield" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;WinLiannefield&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What about the one of me with the dead Jackalope? Does that bother you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1-nUQ9FMPI4/Tvtc4IvXDuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lPdUvHaLuzc/s1600/jackaloperider.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1-nUQ9FMPI4/Tvtc4IvXDuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lPdUvHaLuzc/s320/jackaloperider.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="18619072" href="http://twitter.com/#!/katdish" title="Kathy Richards"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just dropped my son off at band camp. They used his middle name instead of his first on his name tag. So today, my son is Paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="katdish" href="http://twitter.com/#!/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;katdish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Is there a "one time at band camp" joke in there somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="18645279" href="http://twitter.com/#!/TheRustedChain" title="Beki"&gt;TheRustedChain&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have one dog that rolls around in cow patties and one dog that eats them. Remind me again why I have dogs??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="TheRustedChain" href="http://twitter.com/#!/TheRustedChain" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;TheRustedChain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Because you're a glutton for punishment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="36888908" href="http://twitter.com/#!/muchl8r" title="Jake Lee"&gt;muchl8r&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Driving to work....Naked and Famous &lt;a class="  twitter-hashtag pretty-link" href="http://twitter.com/#!/search?q=%23Joy" rel="nofollow" title="#Joy"&gt;&lt;s class="hash"&gt;#&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="muchl8r" href="http://twitter.com/#!/muchl8r" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;muchl8r&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You should at least put some shoes on in case you have car trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="127659721" href="http://twitter.com/#!/duane_scott" title="Duane Scott"&gt;duane_scott&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Two nerds discussing world of Warcraft in the hotel lobby. They're bragging how popular they are.. online. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="duane_scott" href="http://twitter.com/#!/duane_scott" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;duane_scott&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Are you nerd one or nerd two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="127659721" href="http://twitter.com/#!/duane_scott" title="Duane Scott"&gt;duane_scott&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Have you read my latest post? Hopeful for Grace &lt;a class="twitter-timeline-link" data-display-url="dscott.me/ALSo" data-expanded-url="http://www.dscott.me/ALSo" data-ultimate-url="http://duane-scott.net/hopeful-for-grace" href="http://www.dscott.me/ALSo" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" title="http://duane-scott.net/hopeful-for-grace"&gt;http://www.dscott.me/ALSo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="duane_scott" href="http://twitter.com/#!/duane_scott" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;duane_scott&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No, but have you read my latest post? Oh yeah, I don't have a latest post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="680773" href="http://twitter.com/#!/beckfromfrogandtoad" title="Beck"&gt;beckfromfrogandtoad&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ho hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="beckfromfrogandtoad" href="http://twitter.com/#!/beckfromfrogandtoad" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;beckfromfrogandtoad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why is the ho humming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="680773" href="http://twitter.com/#!/beckfromfrogandtoad" title="Beck"&gt;beckfromfrogandtoad&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="weightwhat" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;weightwhat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not sure I should answer that question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="19430992" href="http://twitter.com/#!/br8kthru" title="Jason Stasyszen"&gt;br8kthru&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Had a great family dinner with cracker chicken. And no, for those wondering, that doesn't mean 'chicken for white people.'  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="br8kthru" href="http://twitter.com/#!/br8kthru" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;br8kthru&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wait. So does that mean you shouldn't have been eating it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="18645279" href="http://twitter.com/#!/TheRustedChain" title="Beki"&gt;TheRustedChain&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;So me! RT&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="TheNextMartha" href="http://twitter.com/#!/TheNextMartha" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;TheNextMartha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: It's not xmas until you're running around looking for that gift you know exists and hid.....somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="TheRustedChain" href="http://twitter.com/#!/TheRustedChain" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;TheRustedChain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the first year that I haven't lost a gift! Clearly it's the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="16101569" href="http://twitter.com/#!/WinLiannefield" title="Lianne "&gt;WinLiannefield&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Best part of Christmas being over?  Stinking elf is GONE. &lt;a class="  twitter-hashtag pretty-link" href="http://twitter.com/#!/search?q=%23SoMuchWork" rel="nofollow" title="#SoMuchWork"&gt;&lt;s class="hash"&gt;#&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;SoMuchWork&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="WinLiannefield" href="http://twitter.com/#!/WinLiannefield" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;WinLiannefield&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What about grumpy elf?  Is he gone?  Or publicly inappropriate elf?  I miss it when he's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="24426563" href="http://twitter.com/#!/saphyreplatypus" title="K8"&gt;saphyreplatypus&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Truth. ;-) RT &lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="ahockley" href="http://twitter.com/#!/ahockley" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;ahockley&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Merry Christmas.  Twitter friends are gifts.  Weird gifts at times, but gifts nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="saphyreplatypus" href="http://twitter.com/#!/saphyreplatypus" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;saphyreplatypus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What are you trying to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="24426563" href="http://twitter.com/#!/saphyreplatypus" title="K8"&gt;saphyreplatypus&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="weightwhat" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;weightwhat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *innocent whistling* 0:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;FAIR WARNING: The following statement could cause shock and awe:  I might just do a twitter ho-down post on Friday.  Hey, you were warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="24426563" href="http://twitter.com/#!/saphyreplatypus" title="K8"&gt;saphyreplatypus&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="weightwhat" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;weightwhat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *faints from shock and anticipation*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="18619072" href="http://twitter.com/#!/katdish" title="Kathy Richards"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;I know I've said this before, but it bears repeating: I love caller ID. Who knew there were so many people I didn't want to talk to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="katdish" href="http://twitter.com/#!/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;katdish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stop avoiding my calls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="18619072" href="http://twitter.com/#!/katdish" title="Kathy Richards"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="weightwhat" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;weightwhat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BUSTED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love pumpkin spice coffee creamer. And yes, if I wasn't married, I'd marry it. If only it would ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="15842187" href="http://twitter.com/#!/RedClayDiaries" title="Stephanie N Wetzel"&gt;RedClayDiaries&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="weightwhat" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;weightwhat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Funny, I was just sipping some &amp;amp; thinking how much I loved it. But you can't marry it. I saw it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="RedClayDiaries" href="http://twitter.com/#!/RedClayDiaries" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;RedClayDiaries&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I will cut you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/l0E55uJfFns/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l0E55uJfFns&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l0E55uJfFns&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The ones that are even longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="32057935" href="http://twitter.com/#!/SarahBeeC" title="SarahBee"&gt;SarahBeeC&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Seems the (still)drunk drivers of this morning are hangover and cranky on their drive home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="SarahBeeC" href="http://twitter.com/#!/SarahBeeC" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;SarahBeeC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You should honk at them. They'd like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="32057935" href="http://twitter.com/#!/SarahBeeC" title="SarahBee"&gt;SarahBeeC&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="weightwhat" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;weightwhat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oooh, wish I'd thought of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="SarahBeeC" href="http://twitter.com/#!/SarahBeeC" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;SarahBeeC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Perhaps you should constantly be asking yourself, "What would Wendy do?" I am a moral compass, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tweet-full-name"&gt;okiewife&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="weightwhat" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;weightwhat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And good morning to you too. I've been busier than a long-tailed cat in a roomful of rocking chairs this a.m. as usual for Mon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="okiewife" href="http://twitter.com/#!/okiewife" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;okiewife&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What's up with that?  You should sit down and drink some coffee.  And maybe have a doughnut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="41017436" href="http://twitter.com/#!/okiewife" title="Lois "&gt;okiewife&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="weightwhat" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;b&gt;weightwhat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'd darn sure eat a Twinkie if there was one in the house. See why I don't buy things like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="okiewife" href="http://twitter.com/#!/okiewife" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;okiewife&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But sometimes you just need a Twinkie.  Or a Ding Dong.  Or an entire package of Ho-Ho's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="mailto:weightwhat@WritingJoy" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="WritingJoy" href="http://twitter.com/#!/WritingJoy" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;WritingJoy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, I'm okay, but my jammies are not happy with me. Something about missing out on quality time. And you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="17292866" href="http://twitter.com/#!/WritingJoy" title="Joy B"&gt;WritingJoy&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="weightwhat" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;weightwhat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; spending quality time with swimsuit and wishing for more time with a book and less bickery time with kids. Bleck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="WritingJoy" href="http://twitter.com/#!/WritingJoy" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;WritingJoy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sounds like you need a velcro wall and duct tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="17292866" href="http://twitter.com/#!/WritingJoy" title="Joy B"&gt;WritingJoy&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="weightwhat" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;weightwhat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to think I was content to settle for ear plugs and a Coke. I was dreaming too small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="18619072" href="http://twitter.com/#!/katdish" title="Kathy Richards"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Advice to my dog on our morning walk: You can't pee on everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="159131990" href="http://twitter.com/#!/kelybreez" title="kely braswell"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="katdish" href="http://twitter.com/#!/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;katdish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I heard your dog say, "Oh, yeah? Watch this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="18619072" href="http://twitter.com/#!/katdish" title="Kathy Richards"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="kelybreez" href="http://twitter.com/#!/kelybreez" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;kelybreez&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He certainly tries to pee on everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="mailto:weightwhat@katdish" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="katdish" href="http://twitter.com/#!/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;katdish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="kelybreez" href="http://twitter.com/#!/kelybreez" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;kelybreez&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some things just really need peeing on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="18624104" href="mailto:Helenatrandom@weightwhat" title="Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="weightwhat" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;weightwhat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How is your end of taking over the world coming along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="Helenatrandom" href="http://twitter.com/#!/Helenatrandom" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's slow going over here.  Why are people resisting me when clearly I'm right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="18624104" href="mailto:Helenatrandom@weightwhat" title="Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="weightwhat" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;weightwhat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've asked myself the same question MANY times....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="mailto:weightwhat@Helenatrandom" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="Helenatrandom" href="http://twitter.com/#!/Helenatrandom" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If people would just follow us blindly, like they should, things would go much more smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="17292866" href="http://twitter.com/#!/WritingJoy" title="Joy B"&gt;WritingJoy&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's whine o'clock. Which means it's wine o'clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="WritingJoy" href="http://twitter.com/#!/WritingJoy" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;WritingJoy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can bring the cheese.  Boy, can I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="17292866" href="http://twitter.com/#!/WritingJoy" title="Joy B"&gt;WritingJoy&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="weightwhat" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;weightwhat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but do you cut the cheese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="WritingJoy" href="http://twitter.com/#!/WritingJoy" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;WritingJoy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Often. And with gusto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="18645279" href="http://twitter.com/#!/TheRustedChain" title="Beki"&gt;TheRustedChain&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;There is some really good Christmas music out there. So WHY do radio stations insist on playing the terrible stuff??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="TheRustedChain" href="http://twitter.com/#!/TheRustedChain" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;TheRustedChain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know! I haven't heard "I Farted on Santa's Lap" once this year! *snort*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="18645279" href="http://twitter.com/#!/TheRustedChain" title="Beki"&gt;TheRustedChain&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="weightwhat" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;weightwhat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You... I... Ummm.. You deserve an award for always leaving me speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/FlFjR2vUy3M/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FlFjR2vUy3M&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FlFjR2vUy3M&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="17609555" href="http://twitter.com/#!/RobinMArnold" title="Robin M Arnold"&gt;RobinMArnold&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Confession: This morning I prayed the scale in my doctor's office goes on the fritz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="RobinMArnold" href="http://twitter.com/#!/RobinMArnold" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;RobinMArnold&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let us know how that works out for you.  ;o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="17609555" href="http://twitter.com/#!/RobinMArnold" title="Robin M Arnold"&gt;RobinMArnold&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="weightwhat" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;weightwhat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm pretty sure a lecture is in order but not looking forward to it at all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="RobinMArnold" href="http://twitter.com/#!/RobinMArnold" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;RobinMArnold&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The scale is going to lecture you?!  I'd be praying for it to be on the fritz, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0066cc;"&gt;saphyreplatypus&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="tweet-user-block-full-name"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;ETA +3 days. This kid must really want to be fashionably late. &lt;a class="  twitter-hashtag pretty-link" href="http://twitter.com/#!/search?q=%23wheneveryouareready" rel="nofollow" title="#wheneveryouareready"&gt;&lt;s class="hash"&gt;#&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheneveryouareready&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0066cc;"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="tweet-user-block-full-name"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="saphyreplatypus" href="http://twitter.com/#!/saphyreplatypus" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;saphyreplatypus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Because you'll be induced in 3 days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0066cc;"&gt;saphyreplatypus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="tweet-user-block-full-name"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="weightwhat" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;weightwhat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; currently 3 days past due, but doc does want to induce new years day if kid hasn't made own arrangements by then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="mailto:weightwhat@saphyreplatypus" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="saphyreplatypus" href="http://twitter.com/#!/saphyreplatypus" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;saphyreplatypus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just need to make sure you keep your legs crossed until Friday.  You wouldn't want to miss the ho-down. &lt;a class="  twitter-hashtag pretty-link" href="http://twitter.com/#!/search?q=%23priorities" rel="nofollow" title="#priorities"&gt;&lt;s class="hash"&gt;#&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;priorities&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And the 'why don't you just&amp;nbsp;post the whole conversation' ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="18624104" href="http://twitter.com/#!/Helenatrandom" title="Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="weightwhat" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;weightwhat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks Wendy!  And now is an excellent tine to take over the world~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="Helenatrandom" href="http://twitter.com/#!/Helenatrandom" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought it might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="18624104" href="http://twitter.com/#!/Helenatrandom" title="Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="weightwhat" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;weightwhat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you have time though, what with your new job and all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="Helenatrandom" href="http://twitter.com/#!/Helenatrandom" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm very busy and important now, but I will always make time to take over the world with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="18624104" href="http://twitter.com/#!/Helenatrandom" title="Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="weightwhat" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;weightwhat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You are such a good friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="Helenatrandom" href="http://twitter.com/#!/Helenatrandom" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes. Yes I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="24426563" href="http://twitter.com/#!/saphyreplatypus" title="K8"&gt;saphyreplatypus&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Woohoo! Down 20lbs, now only *hmrhr* left to go! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="saphyreplatypus" href="http://twitter.com/#!/saphyreplatypus" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;saphyreplatypus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Congrats!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="24426563" href="http://twitter.com/#!/saphyreplatypus" title="K8"&gt;saphyreplatypus&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="weightwhat" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;weightwhat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it is amazing what walking around with squirrels in my pants has done for my weight loss! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="saphyreplatypus" href="http://twitter.com/#!/saphyreplatypus" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;saphyreplatypus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You should write a book about it. You'd make millions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="24426563" href="http://twitter.com/#!/saphyreplatypus" title="K8"&gt;saphyreplatypus&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="weightwhat" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;weightwhat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ooh, totally! "Squirrels In My Pants: a platypus' guide to weight loss"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="saphyreplatypus" href="http://twitter.com/#!/saphyreplatypus" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;saphyreplatypus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You will send me a signed copy, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/0nKG_O0Ei_o/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0nKG_O0Ei_o&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0nKG_O0Ei_o&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-user-block-name"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-user-block-name"&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-user-block-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="17292866" href="http://twitter.com/#!/WritingJoy" title="Joy B"&gt;@WritingJoy&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="weightwhat" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;weightwhat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; I think of you every time I wear pajamas to the bus stop. &lt;a class="  twitter-hashtag pretty-link" href="http://twitter.com/#!/search?q=%23EmbarrassinglyFrequent" rel="nofollow" title="#EmbarrassinglyFrequent"&gt;&lt;s class="hash"&gt;#&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;EmbarrassinglyFrequent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-user-block-name"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-user-block-name"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0066cc;"&gt;weightwhat&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="tweet-user-block-full-name"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="WritingJoy" href="http://twitter.com/#!/WritingJoy" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;WritingJoy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How else can one show off their new snowman jammie bottoms?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-user-block-name"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-user-block-name"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0066cc;"&gt;WritingJoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="tweet-user-block-full-name"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="weightwhat" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;weightwhat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; holy-heck-have-you-been-spying-on-me?!?! &lt;a class="  twitter-hashtag pretty-link" href="http://twitter.com/#!/search?q=%23NotBadAtAll" rel="nofollow" title="#NotBadAtAll"&gt;&lt;s class="hash"&gt;#&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;NotBadAtAll&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="  twitter-hashtag pretty-link" href="http://twitter.com/#!/search?q=%23GotTheNeighborsToDoItToo" rel="nofollow" title="#GotTheNeighborsToDoItToo"&gt;&lt;s class="hash"&gt;#&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;GotTheNeighborsToDoItToo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-user-block-name"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-user-block-name"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0066cc;"&gt;weightwhat&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="WritingJoy" href="http://twitter.com/#!/WritingJoy" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;WritingJoy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I admit to nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-user-block-name"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-user-block-name"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0066cc;"&gt;WritingJoy&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="weightwhat" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;weightwhat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; you should be proud of spreading your pjs-to-the-bus-stop ways all the way to Ohio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-user-block-name"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-user-block-name"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0066cc;"&gt;weightwhat&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="tweet-user-block-full-name"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="WritingJoy" href="http://twitter.com/#!/WritingJoy" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;WritingJoy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's a good start.  I plan on going worldwide with it.  Everybody's gotta have a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="18619072" href="http://twitter.com/#!/katdish" title="Kathy Richards"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Writing a post about less than winning Christmas presents &amp;amp; wondering if the offending parties read my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="katdish" href="http://twitter.com/#!/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;katdish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Are you saying you don't like the stuffed clown I sent you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oKGKB5bc9DU?rel=0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="18619072" href="http://twitter.com/#!/katdish" title="Kathy Richards"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="weightwhat" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;weightwhat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; check this out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mb3srn5Kz8k/TvyH_e2P03I/AAAAAAAAAF8/LA25Hi5FjU0/s1600/creepy+clown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mb3srn5Kz8k/TvyH_e2P03I/AAAAAAAAAF8/LA25Hi5FjU0/s320/creepy+clown.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="katdish" href="http://twitter.com/#!/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;katdish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; GAAAAAAA!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" data-user-id="21670099" href="http://twitter.com/#!/weightwhat" title="Wendy G"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="katdish" href="http://twitter.com/#!/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;s&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;katdish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow.  Your family must really hate you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And now, for an added bonus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;First, head over to @kelybreez's blog to read his lovely post about &lt;a href="http://kelybreez.com/post/13599266151/icicle-christmas-lights#disqus_thread" target="_blank"&gt;Christmas lights&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Go on.&amp;nbsp; Read it and then come back.&amp;nbsp; Trust me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Done?&amp;nbsp; If you took the time to read the comments, too, you'd see that @Helenatrandom and I cannot be contained on twitter alone... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat - Christmas Icicle Lights - "Now you, too, can learn to talk like a drunken sailor!"  Same holds true for me for putting decorations on the Christmas tree.  Every year it causes huge arguments and elevated blood pressure.  Which is why my tree has been up for a week and hasn't got an ornament on it yet. I think it might look better that way.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helenatrandom - Our only lights are on the Christmas tree and Christmas wreath.   My husband's sanity is precious to  me.  :-)   We do strategically place both in the window so they can be enjoyed from outside as well, though.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat&amp;nbsp;- I have a leg lamp strategically placed in my front window.  But I never take it down.  It's a valuable prize.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelybreez - A major award. When it arrived, was it marked with a French word... "Fragile"?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat - How did you know?  Have you been spying on me again?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helenatrandom - We're too poor for a leg lamp.   Bob and I take turns with our leg help up to the window with a pant leg pulled up high.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat - And a flashlight in your hand?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helenatrandom - OOOO!  That WOULD add a touch of class, now wouldn't it?  Thanks Wendy!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat - I do what I can.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelybreez - You ladies have definitely lost control, taken over my comment stream, and effused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm honored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Congratulations!&amp;nbsp; You made it through!&amp;nbsp; Maybe you should go take a nap now.&amp;nbsp; You're not looking so&amp;nbsp;good...&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="0" id="stSegmentFrame" name="stSegmentFrame" scrolling="no" src="http://seg.sharethis.com/getSegment.php?purl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.blogger.com%2Fpost-edit.g%3FblogID%3D7741682252149648508%26postID%3D8222953309204692684&amp;amp;jsref=&amp;amp;rnd=1325171854165" style="display: none;" width="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="stwrapper" id="stwrapper" style="left: -999px; top: -999px; visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;div class="stclose"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" class="stLframe" frameborder="0" height="350" id="stLframe" name="stLframe" scrolling="no" src="" style="left: 0px; top: 0px;" width="353"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-8222953309204692684?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/8222953309204692684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=8222953309204692684&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/8222953309204692684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/8222953309204692684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2011/12/looks-like-ive-got-tweet-or-two-left-in.html' title='Looks like I&apos;ve got a tweet or two left in me'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hwoN7RSIrS0/Tvk4_QYQXNI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gqXvgdjayxg/s72-c/flagpole%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-5314036211822842127</id><published>2011-12-05T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T14:23:11.131-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='s to the i to the m to the p'/><title type='text'>He did what?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;What could possible bring me out of hiding to post something on my blog?  I'm sure that anyone who knows me would know that it must be something really important.  Okay, who are we kidding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;The following article from the Corvallis Gazette Times was brought to my attention by my Twitter friend &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a id="24426563" class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link js-action-profile-name" title="K8" href="http://twitter.com/#!/saphyreplatypus"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;saphyreplatypus&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;.  Being that I'm a giver, I just had to pass it along.  You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;MONROE, Ore. -- The thing to do if a squirrel runs up your leg is probably not to aim a .22-caliber rifle at it and pull the trigger.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;A Benton County, Ore., sheriff's officer says a 36-year-old Monroe man told deputies he was startled by a squirrel that ran up his left leg so he fired at it but hit his foot instead.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Sheriff's Capt. Greg Ridler tells the&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gazettetimes.com/news/local/monroe-man-tries-to-shoot-squirrel-hits-himself-instead/article_33711fc8-1a5d-11e1-9242-001cc4c002e0.html"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt; Corvallis Gazette-Times&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;  that deputies contacted Ethan Bennett at Good Samaritan Regional Medical Center and learned the story of the gunshot wound.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Bennett was treated and released. He declined to comment about the Nov. 23 incident.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;He missed the squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0nKG_O0Ei_o?rel=0" frameborder="0" width="640" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-5314036211822842127?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5314036211822842127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=5314036211822842127&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/5314036211822842127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/5314036211822842127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2011/12/he-did-what.html' title='He did what?!'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0nKG_O0Ei_o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-1020348829442304252</id><published>2011-07-22T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T05:00:12.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hey drop the chalupa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taco bell chihuahua'/><title type='text'>Still in mourning - RIP little Taco Bell Chihuahua</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today marks the 2 year anniversary of the death of one beloved by all of us - the Taco Bell Chihuahua.  So today, I'm doing a repost of the memorial post I wrote for him/her at the time of his/her death.  So drop your chalupa and read on...  And could someone please pass the hot sauce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/dog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=taco_bell_chihuahua.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/dog/taco_bell_chihuahua.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Strange things happen when I can't come up with a blog topic. This evening I decided to put out a request for topics to my Twitter friends. Yeah, it came down to the Taco Bell Chihuahua. In case you were wondering, I'll be making this up as I go along. I don't know that there's any real way to prepare for something like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This just in: &lt;a href="http://omg.yahoo.com/news/taco-bell-chihuahua-dies-at-15/25534?nc"&gt;The original Taco Bell Chihuahua died today&lt;/a&gt;. Looks like this post will be turning into an obituary. Lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh Taco Bell Chihuahua, we hardly knew ye. Who knew that you were really a female dog named Gidget? It's an odd coincidence that my dog is named Gidget... Anyway, back to you, you cross-dressing doggie spokesperson. Your presence in television commercials back in the day made us want to run out and buy burritos, tacos and anything else you were pushing at us. Who could resist lines like, "¡Yo quiero Taco Bell!" and "Hey! Drop the chalupa!" Okay, truth be told, I was more likely to hit up Del Taco because I just like them better. But I was totally there for you when Taco Bell put out the talking Chihuahua replicas of you! Try as I might, I was only able to collect 2 of the 4 talking dogs. My life has never been fully complete since then. Sure, I could go on ebay and try to purchase the missing toys, but your sudden and untimely death is sure to put those out of my price range now. I may need to make a shrine out of the 2 dogs I have and the collection of hot sauce packets I've stolen over the years. I'll wipe my tears with the stack of Taco Bell napkins in the glove compartment of my car. I might even make a midnight run for the border. And it's all for you, you taquito-sized mascot of the late night munchies. I'll miss you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sources close to me (my 7 year old daughter who is standing right here) tell me that the following was the Taco Bell Chihuahua's favorite joke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three handsome male dogs are walking down the street when they see a beautiful, enticing, female Poodle. The three male dogs fall all over themselves in an effort to be the one to reach her first, but end up arriving in front of her at the same time. The males are speechless before her beauty, slobbering on themselves and hoping for just a glance from her in return. Aware of her charms and her obvious effect on the three suitors, she decides to be kind and tells them, "The first one who can use the words 'liver and cheese' together in an imaginative, intelligent sentence can go out with me." The sturdy, muscular black Lab speaks up quickly and says, "I love liver and cheese." "Oh, how childish," said the Poodle. "That shows no imagination or intelligence whatsoever." She turns to the tall, shiny Golden Retriever and says "How well can you do?" "Um. I HATE liver and cheese," blurts the Golden Retriever. "My, my," said the Poodle,"I guess it's hopeless. That's just as dumb as the Lab's sentence." She then turns to the last of the three dogs and says, "How about you, little guy?" The last of the three, tiny in stature but big in fame and finesse, is the Taco Bell Chihuahua. He gives her a smile, a sly wink, turns to the Golden Retriever and the Lab and says.... "Liver alone. Cheese mine."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-1020348829442304252?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1020348829442304252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=1020348829442304252&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/1020348829442304252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/1020348829442304252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2011/07/still-in-mourning-rip-little-taco-bell.html' title='Still in mourning - RIP little Taco Bell Chihuahua'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/dog/th_taco_bell_chihuahua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-4665057697182049460</id><published>2011-06-24T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T10:06:17.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='another day another tweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>Short but sweet.  Ish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The one-liners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Playing my first game of Hanging With Friends. I will not become addicted. I will not become addicted. I will not become addicted. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the love of Gumby! Someone play Hanging With Friends with me! (I don't have a problem. I can stop at any time. I just don't wanna.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'emo' is not acceptable on #wwf. No wonder they're so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RT @funnyoneliners If you're talking about a creature that just wants to gulp down a huge meal and then sleep all day, then yes, I would call myself a cougar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If hot wheels designed the tracks I'd watch NASCAR. RT @GoferDad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing my mirror can't point and laugh. RT @minealone6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RT @DeathStarPR Is turning to the Dark Side easy? YES. Seductive? YES. Fun? YES. Will people get hurt? NO. Okay, probably. But only bad people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this video. I mean, who doesn't love to torment their dog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nGeKSiCQkPw?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nGeKSiCQkPw?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="390" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ones that are a little longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;weightwhat Good morning! Who wants to entertain me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelybreez @weightwhat Don't you generally entertain yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @kelybreez Usually. But I've heard all of my jokes now. Darnitall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SarahBeeC @weightwhat here ya are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @SarahBeeC Not for long! I need to get a move on. Don't ask which move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eEpZGE0Iyh0?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eEpZGE0Iyh0?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="390" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The ones that are even longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;kelybreez My favorite are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelybreez Bluebirds. Those are my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @kelybreez Smiling is my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelybreez @weightwhat Singing and smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @kelybreez And syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katdish And in the category of Scary things found under my daughter's sink, I present: http://twitpic.com/5f8uu6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/mish%20mash/?action=view&amp;amp;current=327938334.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 481px; HEIGHT: 477px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/mish%20mash/327938334.jpg" width="481" height="598" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @katdish Is it alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katdish @weightwhat I think it's dead. But only mostly dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @katdish You should go through its pockets and look for loose change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RT @br8kthru DO NOT FEAR THE BEARDS! Check out great posts from this week in the Light Friday Hit List: http://su.pr/9WwOIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/mish%20mash/?action=view&amp;amp;current=funny-beards-300x210.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/mish%20mash/funny-beards-300x210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @br8kthru How did you know that I secretly fear beards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SarahBeeC @weightwhat @br8kthru what about bearded clowns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @SarahBeeC AAAAAAAA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melissa_rae My Princess Pootie Pants turns 5yo today! It will be a day full of pink &amp;amp; sparkles! #fb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @melissa_rae But what will SHE be wearing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melissa_rae How'd you know I was talking about my hubs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @melissa_rae I had an inkling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helenatrandom @weightwhat Knock knock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @Helenatrandom Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helenatrandom @weightwhat the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @Helenatrandom The who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helenatrandom @weightwhat YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-4665057697182049460?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/4665057697182049460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=4665057697182049460&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/4665057697182049460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/4665057697182049460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2011/06/short-but-sweet-ish.html' title='Short but sweet.  Ish.'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/mish%20mash/th_327938334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-2340622826408655781</id><published>2011-05-26T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T08:46:40.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='another day another tweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>Twitter Ho-down anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's just get right to it, shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The one-liners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm not a vegetarian but I eat animals who are. #funnyoneliners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all connected and we are all the same. Except for you. RT @evrythingmustgo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is awesome. Stolen from a friend's facebook. #Rapture http://twitpic.com/517bru @Schnik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/mish%20mash/?action=view&amp;amp;current=rapture.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/mish%20mash/rapture.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool Whip container in the fridge. Could contain Cool Whip. Could contain five week old taco meat. Life is an adventure. @badbanana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oprah said viewer tweeted to her, "I never knew I had a light in me, until you told me." If you have a light in you, go to the hospital. @MattTCoNP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared Cat Playing with Terrifying Tennis Ball http://t.co/1dagtpr via @drkarenbecker How about a laugh to start the day? @okiewife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_MqHN-4okZ4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_MqHN-4okZ4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="390" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever answers my questions, but they always question my answers. RT @clarkekant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the good die young. Therefore, Darth Vader was good, Obi Wan was bad and Yoda was a hobgoblin of pure evil. #Logic #StarWars @DeathStarPR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing you have to fear is fear itself. And clowns. And spiders. And clown spiders. Okay, so lots of stuff actually. @DeathStarPR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ones that are a little bit longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katdish Moral dilemma: I can score a triple word score on #WWF, but I'll have to drop the F bomb to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @katdish Drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katdish @weightwhat You are my moral center, Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @duane_scott I suddenly feel the urge to slap you silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duane_scott @weightwhat refer to previous tweets. I'm not responsible for what I write this evening :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @duane_scott It has nothing to do with your tweets. I often feel the urge to slap you silly. I'm just announcing it this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duane_scott I wrote a poem about Fruit-Loops. I'm considering sharing it if you all promise not to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @duane_scott Will the Cheetos be jealous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ones that are even longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I've got nothing for this section. Instead, feel free to watch the following video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YvxNgdFeWqM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YvxNgdFeWqM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="390" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the 'why don't you just post the whole conversation' ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;weightwhat @billycoffey Yea for your summer vacation! Are you sitting on the porch with sweet tea as we speak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;billycoffey @weightwhat Actually I'm still at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @billycoffey Why?! Did they chain you to a desk or lock you in? Do we need to plan a prison break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;billycoffey @weightwhat No, I have to work all year. But it's nice and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @billycoffey Does that mean you can wear your pajama jeans to work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HeatherSunseri @billycoffey @weightwhat I'm sorry... Pajama jeans? Surely, you meant to DM that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @HeatherSunseri Nope. ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;billycoffey @weightwhat @HeatherSunseri I'm proud to say I do not have one pair of pajama jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @billycoffey You have three?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-2340622826408655781?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2340622826408655781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=2340622826408655781&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/2340622826408655781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/2340622826408655781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2011/05/twitter-ho-down-anyone.html' title='Twitter Ho-down anyone?'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/mish%20mash/th_rapture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-3829029204179151300</id><published>2011-05-21T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T08:14:59.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday silliness'/><title type='text'>Silly Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love this commercial. LOVE! There's actually a series of them, but I can only find one on youtube. Darnitall. At least I can share this one with you! Enjoy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/agnNcGEfjws?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/agnNcGEfjws?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="390" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/7741682252149648508-3829029204179151300?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3829029204179151300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=3829029204179151300&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/3829029204179151300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/3829029204179151300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2011/05/silly-parents.html' title='Silly Parents'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-8579404274027639513</id><published>2011-04-29T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T17:28:44.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='another day another tweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>Yea! It's a Ho-down!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hooray! It's a twitter ho-down! Feel free to do your happy dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/twitter/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1259553111683.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/twitter/1259553111683.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, maybe you should keep your happy dance to yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The one-liners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm convinced that people change their avatars just to confuse me. And yes, it IS all about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this "but" make my excuse look big? (RT @MrBigFists)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamburger Helper only works if the hamburger is ready to accept that it needs help. (RT @TrolleyCat) It's National Napping Day! I could learn to love this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guys keep it down? I can barely hear myself suffering in silence. (RT @evrythingmustgo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. It's my 24,000th tweet. You'd think by now I'd come up with something interesting to say. Well, you'd be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tweet. That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there is a racehorse saying that they have to pee like me. Gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Tip: It's always a good idea to get a second set of fingerprints on your weapon of choice. RT @LIFECOACHERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who invented the Internet never would have got around to doing it if they'd had the Internet. RT @mattkirshen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just found out how much wood a woodchuck would chuck: Two pounds. Consider it settled. RT @StephenAtHome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you flirt with someone in real life, how long are you supposed to hold the sideways wink face? RT @badbanana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may or may not be eating a giant spoonful of peanut butter right now. Okay, I totally am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got Poker Face playing right now. So my daughter came in and started poking my face. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fair warning: I'm planning on doing a twitter ho-down post this week. Who wants to be (in)famous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @duane_scott @SBeeCreations You should always listen to me. I'm the voice of reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ones I may or may not have said in a DM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And do you have rings on your fingers and bells on your toes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sure to bedazzle the peg leg, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also enjoy not having gaping and oozing wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerebral fornicator?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for the shock and awe, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a lop lop here and a lop lop there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ones that are a little bit longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okiewife I bought a mini bamboo plant for myself today. Go ahead.. say I'm weird. Everyone else has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @okiewife I could tell you that you are weird, but I really don't think we can blame the bamboo for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @okiewife Then again, I have a mini bamboo plant. If that causes weirdness, it would explain a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five_monkies Okay tweeps. I am seriously missing my nightly forays with @weightwhat (or @WendyDarlingLtd depending on her mood that night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @five_monkies We're like ships that pass in the night. Or some other Barry Manilow song. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hgnHEyeMECc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hgnHEyeMECc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hgnHEyeMECc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hgnHEyeMECc?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="390" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TheRustedChain It's hammer time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @TheRustedChain I'll get my gold parachute pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helenatrandom @weightwhat How is it that you, @duane_scott, and so many others have more alter egos than me? When did I become the sane one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @Helenatrandom Probably around the same time that I became the voice of reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MPdaCNA Lovely discussion about farts and poop. Gotta love life w boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @MPdaCNA Um... Yeah... Only boys would talk about things like that... *whistling innocently*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;br8kthru @weightwhat are you actually here? I'm shocked! Shocked, I tell you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @br8kthru Feel free to faint dead away. I am here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RedClayDiaries My nose itches. On the inside. #ihateallergies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @RedClayDiaries Sure. You're "scratching." We believe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WritingJoy wow. This would indeed be an epic story. "guy poops and throws up epic story" #searcheslandingonmyblog #searchbomb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @WritingJoy What? Isn't that how all the good writers do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat Okay, I may be a little disturbed. http://tinyurl.com/3wufur9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marni71 @weightwhat only a LITTLE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @marni71 What are you trying to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommytweetsalot Why won't my kids go to bed and STAY there? Bedtime is the most stressful part of my day.....ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @mommytweetsalot Clearly you're not using enough duct tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katdish Flower stems or creepy green hands? http://plixi.com/p/94816286&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @katdish I think the Grinch is trying to steal Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katdish @weightwhat HA! Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/easter/?action=view&amp;amp;current=eastergrinch.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 363px; HEIGHT: 442px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/easter/eastergrinch.jpg" width="404" height="598" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat Free wi-fi? I may sit drinking sweet tea at McD's all day. #wwf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat Wow. That sweet tea is kickin' in... #pottydance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat So much for the free wi-fi... #iPadsarenotpottyfriendly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RobinMArnold I just called someone a whippersnapper. Don't be one. Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @RobinMArnold If only your warning had come earlier. I'm afraid it's too late for the likes of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat My daughter was sitting in the bathtub the other night singing "Video Killed the Radio Star." It was a very proud moment for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elizabethesther @weightwhat my twins sing in the bathtub, too. Except their favorite song is: Old McDonald Had A Poo-Poo Farm. #notsoproud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @elizabethesther With a poo-poo here and a poo-poo there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melissa_rae I think I'm getting a fever... #fb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mychiapet @melissa_rae And the only cure is more cowbell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mychiapet @dlrayburn You know, we looked a lot alike before I got my seeds all grown in. Except I don't have thumbs. Showoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dlrayburn @mychiapet Actually I am a chia in remission... I started out with hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mychiapet @dlrayburn Do you need more seeds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/mish%20mash/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dr_profile.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 174px; HEIGHT: 167px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/mish%20mash/dr_profile.jpg" width="102" height="120" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/twitter/?action=view&amp;amp;current=chiaturtle.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 207px; HEIGHT: 170px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/twitter/chiaturtle.jpg" width="236" height="170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/twitter/?action=view&amp;amp;current=chiaturtle.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ones that are even longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations Saw a guy Wearing Crocs while riding a motorcycle *blink* *blink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @SBeeCreations I know he's saying something, I just don't know what that something is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations @weightwhat I think it's some like "Chicks dig mangled extremities"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @SBeeCreations That could be it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat Thinking of doing a dot-to-dot using the freckles on my arms. This could take a while. #whyishouldnotbeleftaloneontwitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations @weightwhat you aren't alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @SBeeCreations I was. And now it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations @weightwhat What did you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @SBeeCreations I look kind of like this now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/?action=view&amp;amp;current=magicmarker.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 455px; HEIGHT: 374px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/magicmarker.jpg" width="661" height="527" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elizabethesther I get to go to the dentist today! YIPEEEEE! not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @elizabethesther You're a wild woman! Maybe next you can go to the podiatrist to have an ingrown toenail removed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WritingJoy @weightwhat Wow, Wendy -- forget about living on the edge -- just bungee-jump off the side why doncha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @WritingJoy @elizabethesther Hey, I'm all about the edge. As long as it can be done in jammies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat You really should go read and comment on @mychiapet's guest blog post on @SBeeCreations new blog. You wouldn't want to see @mychiapet angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat What are you still doing here? Go read @mychiapet's guest post at @SBeeCreations blog already. http://t.co/HCEeMlb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katdish @weightwhat You're so bossy when you're.....awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @katdish And?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marni71 Sometimes, I need people to have a mute button. In absence of that technology, I'm having extra coffee today. #tc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @marni71 Are you talking about me again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marni71 @weightwhat Uhhhhh, sorry Wendy. Didn't see you there. #awkward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @marni71 Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muchl8r Today's one of those days where you start realizing how much you love &amp;amp; appreciate people then kick yourself for being so sappy. #Gross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @muchl8r Can I kick you, too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muchl8r @weightwhat please do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @muchl8r So happy to help! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat Am I disturbed? You decide. http://tinyurl.com/3wufur9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jewda4 @weightwhat I think I know the answer, and I haven't even read the post yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @jewda4 What are you trying to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jewda4 @weightwhat um, to protect the safety of the innocent and myself...I was just saying that I can tell you are not disturbed in the slightest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katdish My son is on the local news. Students protesting teacher layoffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @katdish Is he carrying a pitchfork and a torch? Please say yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katdish @weightwhat Not that I can see. The HS is next to the JH. They interviewed some teens who are protesting by going to Starbucks across street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katdish @weightwhat Because nothing says Save our school like purchasing an iced frappachino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @katdish Throw in a scone and you could start a war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dlrayburn @weightwhat Been missing you round here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @dlrayburn But is your aim getting better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dlrayburn @weightwhat wow ur snarky is out of practice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @dlrayburn I suppose I should dust it off once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the 'why don't you just post the whole conversation' ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;RedClayDiaries Big storm on its way. Hoping it arrives AFTER we're home from evening activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @RedClayDiaries Is everything black and white where you live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RedClayDiaries @weightwhat Um, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @RedClayDiaries You know, like the beginning of The Wizard of Oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RedClayDiaries @weightwhat Ohhhhhh. I had no clue what you meant. But no, we do still have technicolor. However, a witch just rode by on a bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @RedClayDiaries Better hide the dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RedClayDiaries @weightwhat I'm putting on my red shoes just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick_theGeek @RedClayDiaries u want a house to land on you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RedClayDiaries @Nick_theGeek Oh yeah. OK scratch that. I'll go put on my blue gingham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @RedClayDiaries Don't forget to braid your hair. And sing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-8579404274027639513?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/8579404274027639513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=8579404274027639513&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/8579404274027639513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/8579404274027639513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2011/04/yea-its-ho-down.html' title='Yea! It&apos;s a Ho-down!'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/twitter/th_1259553111683.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-5222598106155694241</id><published>2011-04-21T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T19:29:36.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='another day another tweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>Do they tweet in Heaven? Remembering Kristi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/twitter/?action=view&amp;amp;current=twitter-cartoon11.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/twitter/twitter-cartoon11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Earlier this week, my twitter friend, Kristi (@pagan43), passed away. I can only imagine the party in Heaven when she arrived. I'm guessing there were lampshade hats involved, but I just can't be sure. While it breaks my heart that I won't be able to catch up with her on twitter anymore, I'm so happy that her joy in now complete. To celebrate the short period of her life when I got to know her, I put together some of her tweets from my past twitter ho-downs. I hope you enjoy this little glimpse of Kristi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pagan43 @weightwhat Hmmm , seems as tho i have single handedly eradicated several huge roadside attraction giant coffee cups. #ohthepower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @pagan43 You know, you really should use your power for good instead of evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pagan43 A universal remote does not in actuality control the whole universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @pagan43 Drats. There goes that plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pagan43 Still waiting for Z to bring up rest of the decorations . 'specially the Lady Leg Lamp. Should I shoot his eye out or just nag ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @pagan43 I just keep my leg lamp up all year to avoid this kind of situation. And yes, it's in my front window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/christmas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=leglamp-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 345px; HEIGHT: 539px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/christmas/leglamp-1.jpg" width="392" height="714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pagan43 Family tradition is to hang the raw turkey neck on the front door knob...Please do not ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @pagan43 How can you put a statement like that out there and then say, "Don't ask"? Well, I'm askin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagan43 @weightwhat Kids were out one Thsgv. Eve.We tied raw neck on door knob unscrewed light bulb and hid. Kid touched neck and screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @pagan43 Aahhhh... Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;duane_scott I just learned that titilating is a word. I just became titilated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagan43 @duane_scott We are to presume you know the meaning of your new word . Hint...it has nothing to do with udders. #titilating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @duane_scott In public?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duane_scott @weightwhat @marni71 it's not a bad word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @duane_scott *snort*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagan43 @duane_scott You keep confusing me with @marni71. I am Kristi, The one with the Water Shack getaway place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @pagan43 That's what happens when one over titilates. (@duane_scott)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;weightwhat Okay, somebody entertain me, quick! You don't want me left to my own devices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagan43 @weightwhat Dancing as fast as I can... Your devices scare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @pagan43 You've got some serious moves! And yes, my devices scare most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pagan43 @weightwhat I am going to put on my tin foil hat &amp;amp; pajamas and go to bed. will work the same as "I have a headache?" #nottonite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @pagan43 My guess is yes. Maybe even better than a headache. And for a longer period of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pagan43 Pancakes and bacon for dinner. Snowed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @pagan43 Pancakes and bacon? I wanna be snowed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagan43 More than 8 additional inches to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @pagan43 TWSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @pagan43 No one is safe around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please keep Kristi's husband, Bill, and her family in your prayers. She was a wonderful woman and having a Kristi-sized hole in your life has got to be horrible. I miss you, Kristi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-5222598106155694241?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5222598106155694241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=5222598106155694241&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/5222598106155694241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/5222598106155694241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2011/04/do-they-tweet-in-heaven-remembering.html' title='Do they tweet in Heaven? Remembering Kristi'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/twitter/th_twitter-cartoon11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-561715012914127379</id><published>2011-04-14T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T09:06:20.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pleasantly disturbed'/><title type='text'>Cones of eccentricity</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://duane-scott.net/pleasantly-disturbed-thursday-vol-19/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/blog%20carnival%20buttons/pdthursdays.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had a birthday this week. It was lovely, thanks. But it got me to wondering... At what age, exactly, can one be called "eccentric"? 'Cause that's what I'm going for. I'm 44 now. How much longer do I need to wait? You can get away with so much more when people think you're eccentric. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The other day, I went to Costco with my family. As we were walking in from the parking lot, I spotted an elderly woman pushing her full cart out to her car. But wait, there's more. When she left the store, she ran into one of those giant orange cones that they have in the front to try to keep people from driving into the store. And yes, the cone led they way out to her car. No, she didn't seem to realize that she was pushing an orange cone with her cart. At least, not until she got to her car. Of course, she left the cone out there in the parking lot. In back of someone else's car. Probably made that person wonder when they got to their car... But do you see? That can be chalked up to eccentricity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to push a giant orange cone around in front of my shopping cart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe even carry a cone around with me as a warning to others. "Caution: You don't know what this person will do next." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's not like I'm asking to be able to shuffle around with my knee high hose bunched up around my ankles. Not unless they're paired with slippers, anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So really? How long do I have to wait? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller...? Bueller...?&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/7741682252149648508-561715012914127379?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/561715012914127379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=561715012914127379&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/561715012914127379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/561715012914127379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2011/04/cones-of-eccentricity.html' title='Cones of eccentricity'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/blog%20carnival%20buttons/th_pdthursdays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-86190015255415906</id><published>2011-04-11T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T11:14:20.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy birthday to me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is funny'/><title type='text'>Life is Funny - Ben &amp; Jerry's loves me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lifeisfunny.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/lifeisfunny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love a good bargain. I really do. But nothing thrills me to the core like free stuff. And free ice cream?! What, have I died and gone to Heaven? Oh yeah. And tomorrow is &lt;a href="http://www.benjerry.com/scoop-shops/feature/free-cone-day/"&gt;Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's annual Free Cone Day&lt;/a&gt;. They're doing it for my birthday because they love me. They don't actually know me, but they love me. And they show their love with free ice cream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I'll be having&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; my free scoop in the afternoon. And again in the evening. Possibly a few times in between. Don't judge me. It's ice cream. If there was more than one Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's around here I'd make the rounds and have more free ice cream. Like that one time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Back in the day, I used to live in Southern California. My best friend "R" lived nearby and she's all about the free stuff, just like me. Baskin Robbins usually does some kind of free thing once a year, too, and one year they were doing free Cappuccino Blasts. Mmmm... Coffee and ice cream... And the best part? There were Baskin Robbins all over the place down there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So R and I hatched a plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We mapped out all the Baskin Robbins parlors in the area. There was a 3 hour time window in which they were giving out the free Blasts. We hit those parlors and hit 'em hard! Then we went and made the rounds again. Oh yeah, we were good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But did you know that they put real coffee in the Cappuccino Blasts? Strong coffee. With lots of caffeine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/coffee/?action=view&amp;amp;current=retro-coffee-funny1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 227px; HEIGHT: 286px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/coffee/retro-coffee-funny1.jpg" width="279" height="351" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think it was a few days later before I was able to sleep again. There's something to be said for bouncing off the walls, you know. And yes, I'd do it again. Because cheap is good and free is even better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So go on out and get your free scoop. Maybe even make the rounds. Who could ask for a better birthday celebration? Mmmmm... Ice cream...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-86190015255415906?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/86190015255415906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=86190015255415906&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/86190015255415906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/86190015255415906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2011/04/life-is-funny-ben-jerrys-loves-me.html' title='Life is Funny - Ben &amp; Jerry&apos;s loves me'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/coffee/th_retro-coffee-funny1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-2930192751590679255</id><published>2011-03-28T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T09:22:30.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is funny'/><title type='text'>In which the Big Bad Wolf makes a life change</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lifeisfunny.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/lifeisfunny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brace yourself. This is actually a Life is Funny post. Will miracles never cease? Okay, before you go thinking I've given up on my slacking ways, this post is pretty much from my 8 year old nephew. He wrote a story for his class that made me laugh so much that I just had to share it. I'm sure I don't know how he comes by his humor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/mish%20mash/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3pigs.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/mish%20mash/3pigs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Once apon a time ther was three pigs. 1 pig had a straw house. The 2 pig had a stick house. The 3 pig had a brick house. And a wolf blow the 1 house in. The wolf blow the 2 house in. The wolf tryed blowing the 3 house in but the wolf cod not. So the wolf said I will eat cow from now on. The end."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*snort*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CharisseNick.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 447px; HEIGHT: 295px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/CharisseNick.jpg" width="472" height="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-2930192751590679255?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2930192751590679255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=2930192751590679255&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/2930192751590679255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/2930192751590679255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2011/03/in-which-big-bad-wolf-makes-life-change.html' title='In which the Big Bad Wolf makes a life change'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/mish%20mash/th_3pigs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-6586272037934609480</id><published>2011-03-25T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T13:36:05.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday silliness'/><title type='text'>What does Yiayia have to say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, so I'm posting this Saturday Silliness post a little early. Or very late since I haven't done one in, oh, forever. But I just thought these commercials were so funny, I couldn't wait! C'mon, laugh with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JmD-wDEeOds?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JmD-wDEeOds?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x9LinzE_85I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x9LinzE_85I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/We3MxsWdqOc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/We3MxsWdqOc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have a good weekend!&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/7741682252149648508-6586272037934609480?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/6586272037934609480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=6586272037934609480&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/6586272037934609480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/6586272037934609480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-does-yiayia-have-to-say.html' title='What does Yiayia have to say?'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-2586487044212246575</id><published>2011-03-17T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T05:00:02.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy st. patricks day'/><title type='text'>How to speak Irish</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/st%20patricks%20day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=greeneggs.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/st%20patricks%20day/greeneggs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Top o' the mornin' to ya! As you can clearly see, I speak a little Irish. Would you like to speak Irish, too? What better day than St. Patrick's Day to start! Just follow the simple steps illustrated in the video below, and you'll be speaking Irish in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OQOt8eOPr4k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OQOt8eOPr4k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And may I say, those are fine lookin' potatoes you've got there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-2586487044212246575?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2586487044212246575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=2586487044212246575&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/2586487044212246575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/2586487044212246575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-to-speak-irish.html' title='How to speak Irish'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/st%20patricks%20day/th_greeneggs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-3388827992540695805</id><published>2011-03-04T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T10:34:00.600-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='another day another tweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>Just when you thought it was safe to turn on your computer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=blog-updates.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/blog/blog-updates.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, yes. It's been a long time since I've done a Twitter Ho-down post. Or any post for that matter. But hey, some of these tweets are so old that you've probably forgotten about them by now. See? It's all good. Yeah. I meant to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The one-liners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TheGarfoose Hey @michael_schlact love your new Tatoo, way more masculine than your other one http://yfrog.com/h080ptj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/just%20plain%20weird/?action=view&amp;amp;current=80pt.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/just%20plain%20weird/80pt.jpg" width="411" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NikkiKearney Coffee is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy. Or at least busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tellingdad My poor wife. She's been counting Box Tops for our son's school for 3 hours. She didn't see the humor in me singing, "867-5309" to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mychiapet @SBeeCreations Still avoiding me, I see. Don't hate me because I'm beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your man doesn't want to talk about his feelings, it's because you haven't told him what they are yet. RT @shariv67&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badbanana Carried outside by a group of men wearing top hats. That's also how Elton John predicts the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badbanana An optimist sees a zombie as half alive. A pessimist sees a zombie and says "yep, I knew this would happen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badbanana Ladies, upgrade to a digital biological clock. It's completely silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PeterGriffinn No, you're wrong. So just sit there in your wrongness and be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mychiapet I'm thinking of having a little work done. I wonder if extra chia seeds are a tax deduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter is watching The Three Stooges. Not sure what that says about my parenting skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doin' the Single Ladies dance over here. May or may not be wearing a leotard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ones that are a little bit longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helenatrandom Hot Earl Grey Tea and ring bologna #lunchtime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weightwhat @Helenatrandom You have a special knack for making me not hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The_BMG I was just informed by DG that she can't sleep b/c she's busy pooping. #okthen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @The_BMG Well, it is tough to do both at the same time. Don't ask how I know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations @mychiapet You are looking a little poofy. I think you need a trim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mychiapet @SBeeCreations Gettin' a bit personal there now, aren'tcha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;connectedgeek If your job is your hobby and your hobby is your job (ie computer related), other than your family and friends, how to you occupy your time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @connectedgeek I arrange, design, and sell shrubberies. Call me Roger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duane_scott Okay, I was going to post on my blog for the first time this week, but it'll be tomorrow. I've been catching up on "me" today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @duane_scott Giving yourself a facial and painting your toenails?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TheRustedChain I'm no Superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @TheRustedChain You just like wearing the cape and tights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okiewife will not take a drug that advertises one of the side effects is possible death. I perfer to wait for natural causes. Like falling icicles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WendyDarlingLtd @okiewife Where's your sense of adventure? I personally look for the meds that say that an exploding colon is a possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mychiapet Pssst! @weightwhat is working on a post. Don't tell her I told you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CrazyGidgetDog @mychiapet I'm totally tellin'. And @weightwhat likes me best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ones that are even longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helenatrandom @weightwhat Hi Wendy! How's the Chia? ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @Helenatrandom Oddly quiet. I think it must be scheming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helenatrandom @weightwhat That sounds like something we should be doing. You think the Chia is trying to take over the world before we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @Helenatrandom It's entirely possible. We should probably try to harness that energy for our own purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat Aw, man! I forgot to get my Groundhog's Day cards in the mail! If only I could relive the day over and over so I could get it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helenatrandom @weightwhat And I was at the store, and forgot ground pork. I would've LOVED to see Bob's face when telling him he's eating ground hog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @Helenatrandom Bob may never let you do the grocery shopping again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helenatrandom @weightwhat It's just as well. Most of my recipes for ground pork get mixed with ground beef anyway, so he really wouldn't be eating hog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @Helenatrandom Pigs and cows mixing? Isn't that a Biblical sin or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations @weightwhat Running around like a headless chicken. Chili sounds good. D has a mancold. Test tomorrow. Bogged in work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @SBeeCreations A mancold, huh? Lots of whining and hardly any symptoms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations @weightwhat That would be the one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LaurelsZoo @SBeeCreations Did you rub his head and chant "poor little bunny?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations @LaurelsZoo Bwahahahaha! Yes!! I did forget the Poor little Bunny part. I'll have to rectify that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VbmbMSrsZVQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VbmbMSrsZVQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marklamberti If I had to guess, I'd say that 30% of my Twitter followers are real people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @marklamberti Am I real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marklamberti @weightwhat I think you're in a better position than I am to answer that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @marklamberti Not necessarily. I could be a figment of my own imagination. Wouldn't be the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations @weightwhat What would I do without you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @SBeeCreations I'm not sure, but there would probably be much wailing and gnashing of teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations @weightwhat at the very least and don't forget flailing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @SBeeCreations I always consider flailing to be a given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duane_scott What's another word for "unflinchingly". As in the man stared into the darkness unflinchingly. #duaneiswritinganovel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @duane_scott You know, there's this great new thing called a Thesaurus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duane_scott @weightwhat I am too scared to use a thesauras. I don't want to come off as sounding smarter than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @duane_scott Should we try to find very small words for you then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jennybekrocks This seizure brought to you by Arcade Fire #grammys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WendyDarlingLtd @jennybekrocks Weren't you just saying you could use a good seizure right about now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jennybekrocks @WendyDarlingLtd I was. And they delivered, just in time. Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WendyDarlingLtd @jennybekrocks See? It's a good weekend afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TheRustedChain Awww, I just received my first hate mail in a long time! I've hit the big time now! Thanks "John Smith" for making me feel special. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WendyDarlingLtd @TheRustedChain If that's all you were waiting for to make the big time, you should have told me before! I'd have sent you some hate mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WendyDarlingLtd @TheRustedChain Have I mentioned that I'm a giver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TheRustedChain @WendyDarlingLtd I'd take hate mail from you any day! I'm sure it would make me smile. :) You are such a giver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katdish Waiting on a phone call from @peterpollock. Which I think I may have missed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WendyDarlingLtd @katdish Is he calling to read the phone book to you? Gotta get that daily accent fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katdish @WendyDarlingLtd I've asked him to read the menu from Jack in the Box. He can make anything sound classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WendyDarlingLtd @katdish Maybe Walmart should hire him to do their in-store announcements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WritingJoy First manicure ever. Nice. I could get used to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WendyDarlingLtd @WritingJoy What color are you fingernails?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WritingJoy @WendyDarlingLtd well, the bottle said "Exhale." What color you suppose that is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WendyDarlingLtd @WritingJoy Depends on whether or not you've brushed your teeth lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the 'why don't you just post the whole conversation' ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katdish I need a chicken soup fairy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CandySteele @katdish Ha! I read that as "chicken poop." Wish you lived closer - I'm on a cooking binge today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katdish @CandySteele I definitely do not need a chicken poop fairy. I hate being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @katdish Are you sure? Because I could totally be your chicken poop fairy. We've got plenty here and I'm a giver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katdish @weightwhat If I ever need a chicken poop fairy, your number's on speed dial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @katdish I'm here for ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beckfromfrogandtoad My husband just announced that he's crafting me a new gallbladder for Valentine's Day. I am a lucky woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @beckfromfrogandtoad Nothing says love like a new gallbladder. Except maybe a new spleen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beckfromfrogandtoad @weightwhat He is a unique fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @beckfromfrogandtoad Not everyone gives body parts as gifts. You've got yourself a keeper there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beckfromfrogandtoad @weightwhat I could never, EVER replace him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @beckfromfrogandtoad Well technically, if he gave you enough body parts, you could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The_BMG Wearing pajamas at 7:45 on a Saturday night = I'm a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @The_BMG @SBeeCreations I felt a disturbance in the force like I was being insulted somehow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations @The_BMG @weightwhat Is that all it takes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The_BMG @SBeeCreations @weightwhat I'll just have to call her out more often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @The_BMG Hey man, don't insult the jammies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The_BMG @weightwhat I would never insult the jammies. They rock my socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @The_BMG My jammies will be eyeing you suspiciously now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The_BMG @weightwhat If your jammies eye anything, I'm a little concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @The_BMG If that's the only thing about me that concerns you, you might have a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aren't you glad you waited for this?  And yes, standing next to me makes you look normal.  You're welcome.&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/7741682252149648508-3388827992540695805?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3388827992540695805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=3388827992540695805&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/3388827992540695805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/3388827992540695805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-when-you-thought-it-was-safe-to.html' title='Just when you thought it was safe to turn on your computer...'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/blog/th_blog-updates.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-8523080686522898442</id><published>2011-02-17T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T10:36:37.893-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yooohooohooey'/><title type='text'>Pleasant? No. Disturbed? Yes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://randommusings-helen.blogspot.com/2011/02/live-from-chicago-its-pleasantly.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/blog%20carnival%20buttons/pdthursdays.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, I'm finally doing a blog post on this blog. Why? Because my friend, Helen, is hosting the Pleasantly Disturbed Thursdays blog carnival! She's much cuter than Duane, the normal host. Have you seen her pink hat? Hubba hubba. Okay, it might also have something to do with me having a topic to write on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fair Warning: Guys, you should probably just walk away now. I wouldn't want your delicate sensibilities to be damaged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are they gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had to go to the doctor's office yesterday. No biggie, just a re-check on my meds. So after getting my blood pressure and weight, the nurse showed me into a room. As soon as we got into the room, the nurse told me, "Don't worry, the salad tongs of death on the counter aren't for you." Okay, she might have actually called it a speculum, but I know what she really meant. Of course I eyed her suspiciously. I've been the victim of the sneak attack of the salad tongs of death before. But she was very reassuring. I may have smiled at her, but I was keeping an eye on the instrument of torture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My doc came in and we talked about my meds, how I've been feeling, etc. The problem was, I'd recently taken antibiotics. Since just saying the word "antibiotics" is enough to cause a problem with me, I knew I'd be needing a prescription. So I asked for one. You know, because I've gone through this enough times to have it figured out. But since this doc is new to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/?action=view&amp;amp;current=stirrups-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/stirrups-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yup. She insisted on the salad tongs of death. GAAAAAAAAAAA!!! No one expects the salad tongs of death! Oh wait. That's the Spanish Inquisition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CSe38dzJYkY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CSe38dzJYkY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Fool me once, shame on you.  Fool me twice, shame on me.  Hmmm...  I wonder who I have to talk to in order to get the soft cushions and the comfy chair next time instead.&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/7741682252149648508-8523080686522898442?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/8523080686522898442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=8523080686522898442&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/8523080686522898442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/8523080686522898442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2011/02/pleasant-no-disturbed-yes.html' title='Pleasant? No. Disturbed? Yes.'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/blog%20carnival%20buttons/th_pdthursdays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-6890271780325565045</id><published>2011-02-07T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T13:28:07.025-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets revealed'/><title type='text'>It's all about the commercials</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;I'm going to let you in on a little secret: I didn't watch the Super Bowl yesterday. Couldn't even tell you who was playing other than the Steelers, and that's only because it's my husband's favorite team. I never watch the Super Bowl. But I still want to see what's important: The commercials. What would I do without the internet? So without further ado, I present my favorite commercial from the Super Bowl this year...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/R55e-uHQna0?rel=0" frameborder="0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-6890271780325565045?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/6890271780325565045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=6890271780325565045&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/6890271780325565045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/6890271780325565045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-all-about-commercials.html' title='It&apos;s all about the commercials'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/R55e-uHQna0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-2065127076843728095</id><published>2011-01-28T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T09:37:52.897-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='another day another tweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>I don't know why anyone would be suspicious of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/twitter/?action=view&amp;amp;current=chiaturtle-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 421px; HEIGHT: 398px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/twitter/chiaturtle-1.jpg" width="431" height="555" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The one-liners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling very unfollowy today. Silence is not always golden, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may or may not have taken on another alter ego last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mychiapet @CandySteele I can't believe you'd rather have chia poop than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RT @FatherKelly I like to drink hot chocolate at my window and constantly motion to the people shoveling my driveway that they "missed a spot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ones that are a little longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okiewife Sick people need their rest, so goodnight y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @okiewife You're not that sick. Oh! You mean ill! Okay, off to bed with you then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five_monkies I really should go to bed. But talking to SIL has been "informative". Never knew hubs liked parachute pants! LMAO And Jerry Curl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @five_monkies Who DOESN'T like parachute pants and Jheri curl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat Why yes, there IS a twitter ho-down today! Are YOU in it? http://tinyurl.com/4qangmb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saphyreplatypus @weightwhat why yes, I am, and for flatulence none-the-less! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @saphyreplatypus Hey, everybody has to have a claim to fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ones that are even longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations @weightwhat Happy Monday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @SBeeCreations Oxymoron?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations @weightwhat Who are you calling a moron? Bit early, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @SBeeCreations It's never too early for morons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations I didn't know there was a BoSa donuts in Tempe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @SBeeCreations Is that good or bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations @weightwhat Both!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @SBeeCreations Mmmm... Doughnuts... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X3ZcZ2h4Ths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X3ZcZ2h4Ths?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X3ZcZ2h4Ths?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the 'why don't you post the whole conversation' ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations I have no idea how many ounces BabyBee drinks in a 24 hour period. Need to know how much of a stash I have to have for next Wednesday-Thurs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @SBeeCreations Do you keep formula on hand for emergencies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations @weightwhat nope - I have none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @SBeeCreations Any chance you could get some? I used to mix formula and breast milk together when I didn't have enough breast milk on hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelybreez @weightwhat @SBeeCreations I'm so glad I get to follow this conversation. Pity those who don't follow you both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duane_scott @kelybreez Me too, dude. @weightwhat and @sbeecreations know no limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @duane_scott You have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duane_scott @weightwhat You have educated me on so many things... I'm not sure if I owe you or if you owe me... my innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @duane_scott Just givin' ya what ya need, whether you like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations @duane_scott @kelybreez @weightwhat for heaven's sake, it's just breastmilk. You'd have no problems talking about cow milk. That's weirder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dlrayburn @SBeeCreations @duane_scott did someone mention udders? @kelybreez @weightwhat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @dlrayburn Remember Dusty, don't call them udders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelybreez @SBeeCreations @dlrayburn @duane_scott @weightwhat / Goodness, I go to LifeGroup and look what I miss! And I'm glad I missed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @kelybreez Oh, c'mon Kely! With all those kids you've never had a breastmilk discussion? Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelybreez @weightwhat Far too many. Never having another one would be fine by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @kelybreez Do you suffer from lactation envy? Is that it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelybreez @weightwhat You take that back. I am lactation intolerant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @kelybreez Surely there must be a pill you can take for that. And yes, I called you Shirley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelybreez @weightwhat I refuse the pill. And don't call me Shirley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations Wait, what? “@mychiapet: What? You don't like my chia pet? I see how you are.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @SBeeCreations How could you not like a chia pet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okiewife @weightwhat Chia pets are too modern for me. I still have my pet rocks because they are so easy to care for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @okiewife You'd think so, but I managed to kill my pet rock. Such a sad story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okiewife @weightwhat Are you sure it wasn't deliberate? You could have just given it to a poor homeless person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @okiewife Well, my mom told me that it went to live on a farm. Now that I'm a grown up, I know what that means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WritingJoy Pajamas to the bus stop this morning. @weightwhat will be proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @WritingJoy You know I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WritingJoy @weightwhat I'm basking in the glow of your approval right now. Almost brightens this gray gloomy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @WritingJoy Well, I am Sweetness and Light™, so I spread sunshine wherever I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WritingJoy @weightwhat ::snort:: I just choked on my throat lozenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @WritingJoy What are you trying to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WritingJoy @weightwhat that I need the Heimlich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mychiapet @SBeeCreations What? You don't like my chia pet? I see how you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations Wait, what? “@mychiapet: What? You don't like my chia pet? I see how you are.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mychiapet @SBeeCreations What did @mychiapet ever do to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations Nothing! Why are you picking on me? “@mychiapet: What did @mychiapet ever do to you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mychiapet @SBeeCreations You don't like to be picked? How about poked then? *poke poke poke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations @weightwhat Did you see that I'm being harassed by a chia pet bot? Still?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @SBeeCreations That bot sure is personal. Are you sure it's a bot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mychiapet @SBeeCreations Who are you callin' a bot?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations @weightwhat Nope! Not anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helenatrandom @SBeeCreations Are you the reason "Ch Ch Ch Cha Chia" is now following me? HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations @Helenatrandom Probably! I don't know why it started up with me, but now it won't stop! Guess I'll have to stop watering it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mychiapet @SBeeCreations No need to get all violent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helenatrandom @SBeeCreations If you check out its followers, you'll see they are few. Also check out who Chia is following... JUST US!!! HAHAHAHAHa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations @Helenatrandom HA! That is mighty suspicious! Must be one of us.... a mole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helenatrandom @SBeeCreations A chia pet mole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saphyreplatypus @SBeeCreations me thinks a certain person in WA may know a thing or two about said Chia. I'm looking at you @weightwhat! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @saphyreplatypus Wha...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations @saphyreplatypus @weightwhat Cha cha cha chia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helenatrandom @SBeeCreations Leave it to me to investigate who follows the Chia!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations @Helenatrandom I have to say, you are looking a little suspect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helenatrandom @SBeeCreations Well, I know it's not me, and so does Wendy, er... I mean Chia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ImAPennyPincher @Helenatrandom @SBeeCreations I think it's Wendy. She said she created a new profile the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helenatrandom @ImAPennyPincher @SBeeCreations I'm thinking the same thing, since Chia started following all her aliases (alii?) first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ImAPennyPincher @Helenatrandom Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations @ImAPennyPincher @Helenatrandom Ah ha! It must be Casey! Trying to throw me off the scent. Naturally, one would suspect @weightwhat - Tricky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helenatrandom @SBeeCreations Naturally!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ImAPennyPincher @Helenatrandom @SBeeCreations I got a message from @mychiapet last night. I immediately thought it was Wendy. She's crazy enough to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saphyreplatypus @ImAPennyPincher I do remember hearing Wendy speak of another "alter ego"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ImAPennyPincher @saphyreplatypus YES! I remember too. Glad someone else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helenatrandom @ImAPennyPincher @SBeeCreations @mychiapet Yes, but then, so are any of us! But yes, I agree from the list of people Chia follows it is her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ImAPennyPincher @Helenatrandom 100% her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ImAPennyPincher Good grief how many alter egos does @weightwhat have? Like 10??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations @Helenatrandom @ImAPennyPincher Yes, @mychiapet only seems to appear when @weightwhat is online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations @ImAPennyPincher No wonder she needs Tweetdeck to keep up with them! @weightwhat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saphyreplatypus @weightwhat oh do not even try to claim innocence, we have seen the mischief within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @saphyreplatypus I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @SBeeCreations @Helenatrandom @ImAPennyPincher @saphyreplatypus Wow, I go to lay down for a bit and you all gang up on me?! Shocking!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ImAPennyPincher @weightwhat You know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations @weightwhat @helenatrandom @imapennypincher @saphyreplatypus Feeling chia petty? ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @SBeeCreations Wow... Y'all just have too much time on your hands, don't you? *snort* (@helenatrandom @imapennypincher @saphyreplatypus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saphyreplatypus @weightwhat "the force is strong in this one" #mischief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @saphyreplatypus *waving hand* This is not the chia pet you're looking for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-2065127076843728095?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2065127076843728095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=2065127076843728095&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/2065127076843728095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/2065127076843728095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-dont-know-why-anyone-would-be.html' title='I don&apos;t know why anyone would be suspicious of me'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/twitter/th_chiaturtle-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-5584172312184640163</id><published>2011-01-22T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T05:00:03.971-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday silliness'/><title type='text'>Why does my husband keep handing me milk?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you read my Twitter Ho-down post yesterday (And why wouldn't you?), you'd have seen a Got Milk? commercial. When I went searching on youtube for that one, I came across this commercial as well:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cDzYgqkQ_lE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cDzYgqkQ_lE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now can someone please explain to me why there's so much milk in my refrigerator?&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/7741682252149648508-5584172312184640163?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5584172312184640163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=5584172312184640163&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/5584172312184640163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/5584172312184640163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-does-my-husband-keep-handing-me.html' title='Why does my husband keep handing me milk?'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-528229033755079</id><published>2011-01-21T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T06:13:24.018-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='another day another tweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twss'/><title type='text'>Gone with the Tweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=BloggingCartoon.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/blog/BloggingCartoon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The one-liners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter is the adult way of having imaginary friends. (RT@GeneralGrevious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've developed positive feelings towards my captors. Love you, couch and Cheetos. (RT @badbanana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that friskie originally meant "to fart silently?" I didn't until Sarah's mom learned it while reading a book. Read to achieve! (RT @jewda4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the purpose of cookie jars? Who has cookies that stick around that long? #whyishouldnotbeleftaloneontwitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! When did I grow hair on my big toes? #whyishouldnotbeleftaloneontwitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking I'd like to be eccentric in my old age. Look who's an overachiever. #whyishouldnotbeleftaloneontwitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new diet is heavy on local, seasonal foods. Mostly Valentine's Day candy from the Walgreens down the street. (RT @badbanana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my daughter to bring her books upstairs. This just in: It's the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving a bowl of cereal, but I'm out of milk. Yup, my life's become one of those commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IJHxsAhjKAA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IJHxsAhjKAA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iaminigomontoya @weightwhat I just work for Vizzini to pay the bills. There's not a lot of money in revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iaminigomontoya @weightwhat I know something you don't know -- I am not left-handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iaminigomontoya @weightwhat You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iaminigomontoya @weightwhat You seem a decent fellow. I hate to kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iaminigomontoya @weightwhat Is very strange. I have been in the revenge business so long, now that it's over, I don't know what to do with the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iaminigomontoya @weightwhat Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iaminigomontoya @weightwhat I do not mean to pry, but you don't by any chance happen to have six fingers on your right hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just once I'd like the chip on someone's shoulder to be a Pringle. (RT @juicymorsel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ones from my dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CrazyGidgetDog @ImAPennyPincher I've shed on pretty much everything here at this house. Want me to come do your house next? Like @weightwhat, I'm a giver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that I haven't been dragging my hiney on the carpet enough lately. It IS the gift that keeps on giving, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard there's been a complaint (@Helenatrandom) that I never tweet. Hello? Do you know how hard it is to type w/o opposable thumbs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shedding - it's what I do. Thinkin' of turning pro next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ones that are a little bit longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stretchmarkmama Who *did* steal the cookie from the cookie jar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @stretchmarkmama Nobody saw me do it. You can't prove anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duane_scott RT @livitluvit: I have a zit *in* my eyebrow. #owwwwwwwwwwww / thanks for the update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @duane_scott Hey, it's important. Let's try to be a bit more supportive here, huh? And by the way - I've got a zit on the side of my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duane_scott @livitluvit @weightwhat I'll be supportive. Please keep me updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;br8kthru Bowling! A special brand of sexy. :) http://ow.ly/i/7grl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ow.ly/i/7grl" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Owly Images" src="http://static.ow.ly/photos/normal/7grl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;weightwhat @br8kthru The bowling shoes or the bowed legs? 'Cause I'm thinkin' both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelybreez Tonight, for added spice, I'm wearing the leopard print Snuggie. Watching football. Manly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @kelybreez I thought you might be a wild man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duane_scott I'm home from work. I'm just exhausted and borderline grumpy. Cheer me up? Do not send clowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @duane_scott Too late. They're on their way. http://tinyurl.com/4fphtlh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/weird%20clown" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Psycho clown Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i406.photobucket.com/albums/pp144/Jayzon666/psycho_clown.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @makeadiff21 How's your morning so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makeadiff21 @weightwhat Very good. No whining yet!!!! The kids are doing well, too. Haha! And you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @makeadiff21 I'm waiting for my family to wake up so I can start whining. Yes, my whining needs an audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations Sadly, I have just realized that I've been wearing my DH's dress pants all day. At work. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @SBeeCreations It's okay. It's National Wear Your Husband's Pants Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations @weightwhat Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ones that are even longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ImAPennyPincher @weightwhat Talking to the hubster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @ImAPennyPincher Tell him hi for me. But don't explain who I am. Keeps 'em guessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ImAPennyPincher @weightwhat He knows of you. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @ImAPennyPincher You mean I'm not that crazy friend you don't mention in mixed company? I need to up my game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations Not cool. Pretty sure I've got a fever now. I can haz break? Going to have to decline football at the uncle's. Was looking forward to food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations And I'm done whining now. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @SBeeCreations Really? That's all the whining you've got? Frankly, I expected more from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations @weightwhat What? You saying I'm a whiner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @SBeeCreations I'm saying your whining lacks zest and vigor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helenatrandom @weightwhat Good evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @Helenatrandom I'm not sure why, but when I read your tweet in my head, you had a Dracula voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helenatrandom @weightwhat That's good, because I was typing it in my Dracula voice. You are very perceptive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @Helenatrandom It must be that twins separated at birth thing we've got going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WritingJoy I started a discussion forum on my blog. Will you stop by &amp;amp; contribute to the conversation? http://ow.ly/3FQP7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @WritingJoy Would I do that to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WritingJoy @weightwhat Oooooo.... Why don't you just show me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @WritingJoy Okay, I'm sitting here staring at it and have no idea what to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @WritingJoy And doesn't that sound like something that should be TWSS'd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ImAPennyPincher Ever sit on the floor so long that you can't get up? Yeah me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @ImAPennyPincher For me that only takes about a tenth of a second. Yeah. Can't get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ImAPennyPincher @weightwhat My rear end is killing me! Oh geez... just let me do it. TWSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @ImAPennyPincher *snort*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the 'why don't you just post the whole conversation' ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duane_scott Come to "Pleasantly Disturbed Thursdays Vol. 15" Thursday, January 20 from 12:00 am to 3:00 am. EVERYONE IS INVITED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @duane_scott Why is it from 12 - 3 AM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duane_scott @weightwhat Pleasantly Disturbed? Does it say that? It's that whole day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @duane_scott That's what it says. It appears our disturbance must be limited to those hours only. Not sure how I'm gonna work that one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duane_scott @weightwhat LOL. It is now updated to 12:30 AM to 11:30 PM. Can you maintain all your disturbdness in that time frame or should I extend it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @duane_scott My disturbedness knows no bounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duane_scott I know. Hold me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelybreez @duane_scott @weightwhat Oh come on. Her disturbitude is full time. She was saying there's no way to crowd it into just 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CandySteele Oats with flax &amp;amp; chia, sunflower butter, dollop of raspberry jam, toasted almonds &amp;amp; agave. #starving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @CandySteele You're having a chia pet for breakfast? Is it the chia sheep? Or the chia clown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CandySteele @weightwhat It's seeds, before they grow into clowns or sheep. When life was less... chia petty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @CandySteele Such humble beginnings. And now they'll never live out their dream of becoming a chia turtle, will they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CandySteele @weightwhat Never. Never will become garage sale fodder. That's a good thing, Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @CandySteele Yes, but now you could have chia poop. Which is worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CandySteele @weightwhat The chia pet. Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @CandySteele Not really feelin' the chia pet love here, Candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations @diam0ndhead94 ((jugs))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations @diam0ndhead94 crap. I meant ((hugs)). I'm so sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makeadiff21 @SBeeCreations Ok. I'm rolling on the floor now. My hubby is like, what is going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations @makeadiff21 I don't know. That was quite a typo. Dare I say it was worthy of @candysteele?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makeadiff21 @SBeeCreations I don't know, but obviously Wendy and Kathy and other snarky lurkers are not around to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @makeadiff21 Oh, I saw @SBeeCreations trying to hoist her jugs upon unsuspecting victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five_monkies Military School suggestions anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WendyDarlingLtd @five_monkies No, but have you considered a velcro wall? ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five_monkies @WendyDarlingLtd LMAO! Okay, now I need to know where to buy bulk velcro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WendyDarlingLtd @five_monkies If there's no one selling it already, we should go into business! And the moms of the world would rejoice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five_monkies @WendyDarlingLtd Definitely. That and bulk duct tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WendyDarlingLtd @five_monkies I find that a rubber mallet is good to have, too. A good whack to your forehead and you won't care what the kids are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five_monkies @WendyDarlingLtd ROFLMAO! At first I thought you were going to say to whack the kids with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WendyDarlingLtd @five_monkies Oddly, child protective services frowns upon that. They clearly don't have kids if that thought never crossed their minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations The Sarah Bee Daily is out! http://bit.ly/gsKH57&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helenatrandom @SBeeCreations Hi Sarah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @Helenatrandom I'm pretty sure that was an auto tweet. :o(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helenatrandom @weightwhat Her car is tweeting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @Helenatrandom Yup. She has one of those future cars, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helenatrandom @weightwhat I used to love watching Knightrider when I was a kid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @Helenatrandom I was thinkin' more Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat Ever have a fart that keeps going and going? Uh, yeah. Me neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ImAPennyPincher #Didyoureallyjusttweetthat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @ImAPennyPincher #itslikeyoudontevenknowme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saphyreplatypus @weightwhat no, but my dog does #that'smystoryandI'mstickintoit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @saphyreplatypus Oh, I totally believe you. #iwouldbelieveyoumoreifyouhadadog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fart_robot RT @weightwhat Ever have a fart that keeps going and going? Uh, yeah. Me neither. FART ROBOT APPROVES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat Good morning folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelybreez @weightwhat I don't know how "folk" I am, but good morning anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @kelybreez Someone's being difficult and it's you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelybreez @weightwhat I'm not listening to you whine, young lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @kelybreez Are you going to put your fingers in your ears and say, "LALALALA! I'm not listening!"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelybreez @weightwhat ... No actually I can't hear you b/c I've got my fingers in my eyes so I can't hear your tweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @kelybreez Like I said, difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelybreez @weightwhat Ppppppttttttttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @kelybreez Troublemaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelybreez @weightwhat Pppppppttttttttt even more vociferously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @kelybreez Oh yeah?! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hl8H-rm6kt4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hl8H-rm6kt4?rel=0" frameborder="0" width="480" type="text/html"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelybreez @weightwhat Ok. You win. I have nothing with which to defeat a defender on the castle wall, spouting such effective vituperations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @kelybreez You should never test me, never get involved in a land war in Asia and never go up against a Sicilian when death is on the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat I just woke up from a nap. You needed to know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelybreez @weightwhat Why did I need to know that? So you could start in with the land wars and the castle wall storming and stuff again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @kelybreez I'm just trying to give you a fighting chance, Kely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelybreez @weightwhat How so? U defeated me soundly, &amp;amp; threw a holocaust cloak over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @kelybreez I just want you to feel like you're doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelybreez @weightwhat Ooh... Extremely nice. That's the first time ever -- EVER -- I've heard someone quote that line. I've got to alert @katdish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelybreez @weightwhat @katdish Have you EVER heard anyone quote this one? That's going deep into the insides of Princess Bride, right there. Well played, Wendy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @kelybreez Why thank you. I love me some Fezzik.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-528229033755079?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/528229033755079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=528229033755079&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/528229033755079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/528229033755079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2011/01/gone-with-tweet.html' title='Gone with the Tweet'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/blog/th_BloggingCartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-5831993089015840701</id><published>2011-01-20T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T12:54:34.917-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pleasantly disturbed'/><title type='text'>I'm perfectly normal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://duane-scott.net/pleasantly-disturbed-thursdays-vol-15/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/blog%20carnival%20buttons/pdthursdays.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So Duane Scott has decided to bring back Pleasantly Disturbed Thursdays. Last night on the Twitter, he was pestering me to write something for it. Like I'm the poster child for Disturbed. Frankly, I think he's crazy. I'm perfectly normal. Perfectly. Normal. What could I possibly write about? Yeah, I've got nothin'. But I suppose I could humor him and wing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been sick for almost two weeks now with an evil virus. EVIL! Let me tell ya, it's been kickin' my butt. And really? One person should never have to contend with so much phlegm. Yes, I'm phlegmish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wonder if the Flemish are especially phlegmish. And do they appreciate being compared to phlegm? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Phlegm. It's one of those words that sounds exactly like what it is. Phlegm. Yeah, that's pretty disgusting. Know what else sounds like what it is? Bounce. Go on, say it. Bounce! Ooo! And boing! Boingy! Boingy! Boingy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aw man! That makes me think of Animaniacs. I loved that show. Especially Pinky and the Brain. Why did they have to go and cancel it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HsjdaYmsQOY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HsjdaYmsQOY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll tell you why they cancelled it:  Because the networks are out to get me.  It's true.  If there's a show that I love and I happen to mention it out loud, it's the kiss of death for the show.  Clearly, the networks have spies tracking me closely.  Wonderful shows get taken off after a season or two, yet shows like Alf go on forever?  Really people?  Alf?!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think Costco is in cahoots with the networks, too.  Probably splitting the bill for the spies.  Hey, times are tough now.  Costco lures you in with all those wonderful free samples.  Gets you hooked on something completely yummy.  Makes you dependent on it.  Craving it.  And when you go back to get more?  BAM!  It's gone.  They've stopped selling it.  Why Costco, why?!  Oh yeah, I know why.  They're out to get me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, I'm sorry that I couldn't come up with anything for your little carnival, Duane.  Maybe given time, I can come up with something.  It'll be tough though, since I'm perfectly normal.  And content.  We all have our burdens to bear.&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/7741682252149648508-5831993089015840701?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5831993089015840701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=5831993089015840701&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/5831993089015840701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/5831993089015840701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-perfectly-normal.html' title='I&apos;m perfectly normal'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/blog%20carnival%20buttons/th_pdthursdays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-1015933074422608897</id><published>2011-01-15T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T10:33:03.291-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday silliness'/><title type='text'>So chic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Saturday, folks! Ready for some silliness? I know you are! Wait for it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ydWMY8cYPUU?rel=0" frameborder="0" width="560" type="text/html"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-1015933074422608897?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1015933074422608897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=1015933074422608897&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/1015933074422608897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/1015933074422608897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-chic.html' title='So chic!'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ydWMY8cYPUU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-3907235648528538156</id><published>2011-01-14T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T12:18:10.561-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='another day another tweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>Make yourself comfy - it's the Twitter Ho-down</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=blog-updates.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/blog/blog-updates.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The one-liners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit following my dreams. They weren't following me back. (RT @GeneralGrevious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently took up ice sculpting. Last night I made an ice cube. This morning I made 12, I was prolific. - Mitch Hedberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chariots of Embers #LessAmbitiousFilms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas Chainsaw Woodcarving #LessAmbitiousFilms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cowardheart #LessAmbitiousFilms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Good, the Not-So-Good and the Slightly Unattractive #LessAmbitiousFilms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bride of Frankenstein's Second Cousin Bernie #LessAmbitiousFilms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Slightly Injure a Mockingbird #LessAmbitiousFilms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocky II, Rocky III, Rocky IV and Rocky V #LessAmbitiousFilms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tellin' ya, the rubber mallet can solve most of the world's problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RT @badbanana It's that time of year in Nebraska when the ground is too frozen for shallow graves and your irritating neighbor knows it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read a blog post about how to clean your bedroom in only 28 steps. I have a better solution - shut the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for grins, I think I'll switch over to one of my alter egos now. Yes, I have more than one. And?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RT @stretchmarkmama Josh Groban sings Kanye West's tweets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Axzxe1a78E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Axzxe1a78E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ones that are a little bit longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelybreez @weightwhat Wendy, you better behave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @kelybreez Why should I try something new now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jewda4 The woman in front of us at Target almost fell down when she turned to look at the candy bars. She seemed to have otherwise perfect balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @jewda4 Candy bars seem to have that effect on me, too. Got whiplash from a Twix once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations @dlrayburn @duane_scott Can't say I've ever used a Snuggie for nefarious purposes @weightwhat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @SBeeCreations Why are you looking at me like that? (@dlrayburn @duane_scott)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagan43 @weightwhat Hmmm , seems as tho i have single handedly eradicated several huge roadside attraction giant coffee cups. #ohthepower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @pagan43 You know, you really should use your power for good instead of evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LaurelsZoo I shall rise, but I refuse to shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @LaurelsZoo So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WritingJoy I am going to attempt sanding all the marker, crusted food, &amp;amp; boogers off our dining table today. #bewarewomanwithpowertools #coffeeclub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @WritingJoy And I suppose you'll be blaming the kids for putting those things on the table? Hmmm...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat Good morning all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LostInPortland @weightwhat Morning! (not sure what's good about it! lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @LostInPortland I was momentarily blinded by my giant cup of coffee. That's my only explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ones that are even longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat Okay, who wants to entertain me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helenatrandom @weightwhat Dadadaddada....dadadadadada...da da da da da da da daa YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @Helenatrandom Should I applaud? Or just throw money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helenatrandom @weightwhat Whatever floats your boat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @Helenatrandom My boat stopped floating a long time ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations Texted this pic to MIL. She thought it was scan of one of DH, lol. So much for the milkman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Texted this pic to MIL. She thought it was scan of one of DH,... on Twitpic" href="http://twitpic.com/3mztbj"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 216px; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="Texted this pic to MIL. She thought it was scan of one of DH,... on Twitpic" src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/3mztbj.jpg" width="150" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The_BMG @SBeeCreations Unless your DH has an identical twin who is a milkman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @The_BMG @SBeeCreations Ooo! The plot thickens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations @weightwhat @the_bmg da da dunh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dlrayburn @SBeeCreations After @br8kthru 's post on being Fearless maybe he will join us in the Speedo Challenge Video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;br8kthru @dlrayburn @SBeeCreations say what now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @br8kthru I think it all started with @dlrayburn in a Speedo... Can't confirm or deny that it was a crochet Speedo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;br8kthru @weightwhat that's a double yikes. No offense, @dlrayburn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelybreez You follow me, and you're in a swimsuit in your profile pic, you're outta here so fast ya gonna bust ya speedometer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @kelybreez So @dlrayburn shouldn't change his avatar to his Speedo pic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelybreez @weightwhat Let's see... How can I best answer that question?... No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @kelybreez Because what has been seen cannot be unseen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LaurelsZoo Okay, the next person to track mud in my house dies. I'm not being mean, just purely practical. Others will then remember to wipe their feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WendyDarlingLtd @LaurelsZoo What about dog poop? Can they track in dog poop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LaurelsZoo @WendyDarlingLtd *cocking shotgun*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WendyDarlingLtd @LaurelsZoo Wow. Most people only prepare for the zombie apocalypse with that kind of vigor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LaurelsZoo @WendyDarlingLtd I will survive the zombie apocalypse. I run faster than my husband. And I'm willing to trip him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CandySteele @Helenatrandom @SBeeCreations Well you guys are going to have to think of a funky name for me cuz I'm not going w "Granny" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katdish @weightwhat @CandySteele My kids call my mom Ga Ga. And no, she doesn't wear meat as clothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CandySteele @katdish @weightwhat What do you call one who wears veggies? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @CandySteele Salad? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the 'why don't you just post the whole conversation' ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CandySteele Drinking warm ginger ale in front of the fire, ushering in the New Year in yoga pants and a snuggie. #lifeisgood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @CandySteele Why is your ginger ale warm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CandySteele @weightwhat Because it's been sitting here for an hour and the fire is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @CandySteele Ah, I see. Think you'll make it a regular thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CandySteele @weightwhat Nah. It's flat, too. Trying something different next year. #2buckchuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @CandySteele You don't like flat things, huh? *snort*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CandySteele @weightwhat You trying to bait me? I see you resurrected the infamous hashtag in your post. That seems like years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @CandySteele Would I do a thing like that? #goshitshot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katdish We ordered pizza. It was delivered. We paid for it and then we ate pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helenatrandom @katdish Can't you jazz that story up with an alien or a sparkly vampire or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katdish @Helenatrandom All of the ingredients had slid off the pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helenatrandom @katdish Where's the sparkly alien vampire in all this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katdish @Helenatrandom Maybe the driver swerved to avoid hitting the shiny alien vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @katdish @katdish Actually, he swerved to hit some passing clowns. Clearly @katdish didn't tip him enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelybreez @Helenatrandom @SBeeCreations @weightwhat Can you tweet in tongues?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations @kelybreez @Helenatrandom @weightwhat Sure! :Þ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @kelybreez Slielwpspa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelybreez That's not tongues. That Finnish. Can't pull that one on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @kelybreez Drats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelybreez @weightwhat When'd you learn Finnish anyway? Was it that time your were in the Fins' Ski Corps &amp;amp; got captured when Germany invaded?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @kelybreez Who told you about that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LaurelsZoo hmmm...take a shower, freeze, and be socially acceptable...or stay warm and alone for the rest of the day. Decisions decisions.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LaurelsZoo I decided to go with cold and socially acceptable. You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WendyDarlingLtd @LaurelsZoo You make me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LaurelsZoo @WendyDarlingLtd Because I caved in to social norm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WendyDarlingLtd @LaurelsZoo Because you had the chance to stay in jammies and you just threw it away. Have I taught you nothing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LaurelsZoo @WendyDarlingLtd who said I didn't just put on clean jammies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WendyDarlingLtd @LaurelsZoo Now you're just throwing me a bone, aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LaurelsZoo @WendyDarlingLtd At top speed. Overhand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WendyDarlingLtd @LaurelsZoo I see how you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WendyDarlingLtd @LaurelsZoo Wow. Most people only prepare for the zombie apocalypse with that kind of vigor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WritingJoy @WendyDarlingLtd Rub it in. :P I was dressed up and out the door at 6am. Counting down the minutes til son's nap. Which means mine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WendyDarlingLtd @WritingJoy Why would you do something like that?! It's just wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WritingJoy @WendyDarlingLtd I got paid and fed breakfast. I'm easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WendyDarlingLtd @WritingJoy I've heard that about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WritingJoy @WendyDarlingLtd From who? Er, I mean, you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helenatrandom @WendyDarlingLtd Your alter ego isn't on any of my lists.... I had to add it now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WendyDarlingLtd @Helenatrandom GAAAAA!!!! What about @crazygidgetdog? Did she make your list? You wouldn't want to hurt her feelings now, would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helenatrandom @WendyDarlingLtd @crazygidgetdog She hardly ever tweets..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WendyDarlingLtd @Helenatrandom Yeah, because she's not on your lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helenatrandom @WendyDarlingLtd She is now. That has been rectified!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WendyDarlingLtd @Helenatrandom I think she's cancelling her plan to piddle in your shoes now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helenatrandom @WendyDarlingLtd That's good. usually don't follow tweeters who piddle in my shoes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WendyDarlingLtd @Helenatrandom I'll have to make a note of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helenatrandom @WendyDarlingLtd Why, were you planning on peeing in my shoes, too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WendyDarlingLtd @Helenatrandom Ummmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WendyDarlingLtd @Helenatrandom Look! Something shiny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katdish @WendyDarlingLtd Thanks, Wendy. Will you be tweeting under this identity today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helenatrandom @katdish @WendyDarlingLtd Not only that, but she is planning to piddle in people's shoes. Be warned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WendyDarlingLtd @katdish Depends on which way the wind is blowing. I've tweeted under all 3 of my personalities today. Stupid wind can't make up it's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katdish @Helenatrandom Different twitter handle, same Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WendyDarlingLtd @katdish It appears that all of my alter egos are a bubble off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-3907235648528538156?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3907235648528538156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=3907235648528538156&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/3907235648528538156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/3907235648528538156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2011/01/make-yourself-comfy-its-twitter-ho-down.html' title='Make yourself comfy - it&apos;s the Twitter Ho-down'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/blog/th_blog-updates.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-8163122649548641515</id><published>2010-12-31T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T18:52:18.369-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='another day another tweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>2010 - The Year in Tweets</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/twitter/?action=view&amp;amp;current=slogansmay2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/twitter/slogansmay2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy last day of 2010! Because of this momentous occassion (and because I'm lacking new material), I'll be presenting a "best of 2010" Ho-down today! Can you feel the excitement? Well stop it. Didn't your mother tell you to keep your hands to yourself? Now prepare yourself. This could take a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The one-liners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find a gift that conveys my general dislike for you, so I got you this fruitcake instead. (RT @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/thedayhascome"&gt;thedayhascome&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter asked if she could have a popsicle for breakfast. Requires no effort on my part, so yes, have a popsicle. I'm mom of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a kid who's crying because he's so sick asks for a hug, you should hug him instead of shouting "UNCLEAN!" Apparently. (RT @&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" title="superfantastic" href="http://twitter.com/superfantastic"&gt;superfantastic&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry... Did I just roll my eyes out loud? (RT @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/razorwitted"&gt;razorwitted&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did I eat corn? &lt;a class="tweet-url hashtag" title="#thoughtsonthetoilet" href="http://twitter.com/search?q=%23thoughtsonthetoilet" jquery1264739447453="751"&gt;#thoughtsonthetoilet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm following you. Not in a creepy, behind-you-in-the-parking-lot way, but in an excited-to-read-your-random-thoughts way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did the chicken cross the roa... *thump*thump* Nevermind. RT @jaysingh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what you're trying to say to me, so I'll just smile and nod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start a women's magazine called "Period". And some months I'll send it out late just to freak out my subscribers. (RT @marni71)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been blessed with the gift of inappropriateness. It's only right that I share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so quiet that I can actually hear myself think. No good can come of this. RT @gilesmarie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ones that are a little bit longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="katdish" href="http://twitter.com/katdish"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; You'd better watch out, he's coming to town! &lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/uvzek" target="_blank"&gt;http://twitpic.com/uvzek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/christmas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=buddylove-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 363px; HEIGHT: 425px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/christmas/buddylove-1.jpg" width="392" height="518" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a title="katdish" href="http://twitter.com/katdish"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; And frankly, he's not amused. &lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/uvzo9" target="_blank"&gt;http://twitpic.com/uvzo9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/christmas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=buddylove.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 361px; HEIGHT: 537px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/christmas/buddylove.jpg" width="372" height="611" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a title="Wendy G" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/katdish"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; I think Buddy Love's plot to kill you has only been foiled due to his lack of opposable thumbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/CandySteele"&gt;CandySteele&lt;/a&gt; Finishing up Sunday morning oceanfront run/walk/sweat. &lt;a class="tweet-url hashtag" title="#goshitshotbutimnotcomplaining" href="http://twitter.com/search?q=%23goshitshotbutimnotcomplaining" jquery1265358349957="266"&gt;#goshitshotbutimnotcomplaining&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/CandySteele"&gt;CandySteele&lt;/a&gt; Had to re-read your hash tag numerous times before I realized you weren't swearing at us. I was almost scandalized. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/Nick_theGeek"&gt;Nick_theGeek&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/CandySteele"&gt;CandySteele&lt;/a&gt; needs Orbit gum to clean up her dirty mouth. Kumquat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/duane_scott"&gt;duane_scott&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; well, whatever you prefer. You can look at me however you want. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/duane_scott" rel="nofollow"&gt;duane_scott&lt;/a&gt; I would, but my mom says if I do that, my eyes will stay that way forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @gabbysherri AAAAAAA!!!! *crash*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @gabbysherri Sorry about that. Just saw that you were on the twitter and fainted dead away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ImAPennyPincher @weightwhat Just read your blog. I now have to clean my laptop screen. You need warning labels. *Do not drink while reading this blog* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @ImAPennyPincher You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagan43 A universal remote does not in actuality control the whole universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @pagan43 Drats. There goes that plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duane_scott I'm pooped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @duane_scott Nobody wants to hear about your poop. Well, except maybe @redclaydiaries. She's weird that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;br8kthru I smile @ EVERYONE- really- but I'm thinking I should stop smiling @ them in the bathroom. It's weird. PS guess where I just came from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @br8kthru It wouldn't be so weird if you didn't follow up the smiling by telling everyone that you're wearing new Superman underpants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelybreez Isn't it amazing how the simplest statements can start the most interesting conversations on here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @kelybreez That never happens when I'm around. Oh, wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations I'm trying to smile at people more this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @SBeeCreations A friendly smile? Or an "I could kill you in your sleep" smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ones that are even longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian_Russell Sometimes... I'm an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @Brian_Russell Aw, you're being too hard on yourself. Sometimes? I think you're much more consistent than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian_Russell @weightwhat thanks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @Brian_Russell Glad I could be here for you, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stretchmarkmama Breaking new records of unproductivity today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @stretchmarkmama Really? Are you dressed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stretchmarkmama @weightwhat If by "dressed" you mean, "wearing something appropriate for a trip to Wal-Mart," then "yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @stretchmarkmama Well, that certainly does expand the definition of "dressed" now, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat "You don't need to walk around naked when we have company here." #thingsitellmy8yearoldthatmakesherrollhereyesatme &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saphyreplatypus @weightwhat are you sure it isn't the other way around? #thingsyour8yroldtellsyouthatmakeyourollyoureyes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @saphyreplatypus I admit to nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WritingJoy @redclaydiaries Right. Perfectly sane. Or perhaps you are like @weightwhat in that Twitter helps you feel normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;redclaydiaries @WritingJoy If by "normal" you mean "not alone in my abnormality," then yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WritingJoy @redclaydiaries I'm thinking the law of averages figures in somewhere. After all, Wendy is here. #shescewsthebellcurve (cc @weightwhat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;redclaydiaries @WritingJoy Yes, actually knowing WENDY on the Twitter is what makes me feel normal. @weightwhat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @WritingJoy @redclaydiaries Joy, what are you trying to say? Steph, thanks. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;br8kthru @Helenatrandom you do know if U disagree or think I'm unclear, U can always put that in the comments! I welcome it, especially from friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @br8kthru I think you're unclear. And fuzzy. Could you please fix that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;br8kthru @weightwhat did you try adjusting the screen resolution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @br8kthru My screen is fine. Can you adjust your resolution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;br8kthru @weightwhat My resolution is to dismiss your shenanigans... and to eat more cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @br8kthru My shenanigans are offended by your careless dismissal of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dlrayburn @weightwhat just favorited your tweet: @duane_scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @dlrayburn Stalking my favorites now, are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dlrayburn @weightwhat Don't get TOO excited. It's a new feature of Tweetdeck. It shows who favorites your tweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @dlrayburn Oh Dusty, you don't need to make up some silly story like that to hide the fact that you're stalking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WritingJoy Any veteran parents out there have suggestions for teaching my defiant toddler to respect authority? http://goo.gl/fb/fxPOX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @WritingJoy Shock collar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WritingJoy @weightwhat Let me rephrase that. Any veteran parents who haven't been visited by Child Protective Services...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @WritingJoy Oh sure, now you put up parameters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat My powers of invisibility are very impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The_BMG @weightwhat Wow! I hear this voice, but I don't see annoying speaking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @The_BMG You don't see annoying speaking?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations @The_BMG You are SO going to be in the Ho-down for that typo, hee hee cc: @weightwhat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @SBeeCreations It's like you know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the 'why don't you just post the whole conversation' ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" title="Helenatrandom" href="http://twitter.com/Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/redclaydiaries"&gt;redclaydiaries&lt;/a&gt; Do you think I need a new bra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" title="Wendy G" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; How about a coconut one? I hear they're all the rage. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" title="Helenatrandom" href="http://twitter.com/Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; I have one of those, but it's a little too small and gives me splinters... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" title="Jason Stasyszen" href="http://twitter.com/br8kthru"&gt;br8kthru&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; 'I have one of those, but it's a little too small and gives me splinters' -disturbing TWSS &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" title="Wendy G" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/br8kthru"&gt;br8kthru&lt;/a&gt; You're disturbed by splinter-ridden frontsets? Really? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" title="Stephanie Wetzel" href="http://twitter.com/redclaydiaries"&gt;redclaydiaries&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/br8kthru"&gt;br8kthru&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; What the French Toast are we TALKING about???? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" title="Wendy G" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/redclaydiaries"&gt;redclaydiaries&lt;/a&gt; Okay, since they aren't answering... @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/helenatrandom"&gt;helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; in a coconut bra and getting splinters. 'Nuff said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" title="Stephanie Wetzel" href="http://twitter.com/redclaydiaries"&gt;redclaydiaries&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Ohhhh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" title="Helenatrandom" href="http://twitter.com/Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Don't forget that I get splinters because coconuts are too small...THAT is very important to the equation... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" title="Wendy G" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; Your coconuts overfloweth. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" title="Helenatrandom" href="http://twitter.com/Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; That sounds so poetic, Wendy. Thank you... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" title="Wendy G" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; Yes, I make everything sound pretty. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/br8kthru" rel="nofollow" jquery1268463212984="227"&gt;br8kthru&lt;/a&gt; Oh, and I flubbed Cookie Monster's twitter handle. It's @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/stcookie" rel="nofollow" jquery1268463212984="228"&gt;stcookie&lt;/a&gt; (which I keep reading as "Saint Cookie")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/br8kthru"&gt;br8kthru&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/Helenatrandom" rel="nofollow" jquery1268463212984="226"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; then what does the 'st' stand for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/br8kthru" rel="nofollow" jquery1268463212984="224"&gt;br8kthru&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/Helenatrandom" rel="nofollow" jquery1268463212984="225"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; The 'st' stands for Steve Tucker, the guy whose hand is cleverly hidden inside Cookie Monster. &lt;a class="tweet-url hashtag" title="#totallymakingitup" href="http://www.blogger.com/search?q=%23totallymakingitup" rel="nofollow" jquery1268463212984="22"&gt;#totallymakingitup&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/br8kthru" rel="nofollow" jquery1268463212984="222"&gt;br8kthru&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/Helenatrandom" rel="nofollow" jquery1268463212984="223"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; It's really amazing that Steve Tucker can even control Cookie Monster, what with him missing 3 fingers. &lt;a class="tweet-url hashtag" title="#stilllying" href="http://www.blogger.com/search?q=%23stilllying" rel="nofollow" jquery1268463212984="21"&gt;#stilllying&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/br8kthru" rel="nofollow" jquery1268463212984="220"&gt;br8kthru&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/Helenatrandom" rel="nofollow" jquery1268463212984="221"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; It was a horrible accident at the Oreo bakery that took his fingers. Poor fingerless Steve. &lt;a class="tweet-url hashtag" title="#areyoubuyingthis" href="http://www.blogger.com/search?q=%23areyoubuyingthis" rel="nofollow" jquery1268463212984="20"&gt;#areyoubuyingthis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/br8kthru" rel="nofollow" jquery1268463212984="218"&gt;br8kthru&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/Helenatrandom" rel="nofollow" jquery1268463212984="219"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; His therapist said it would be good for him to do Cookie Monster as a way to work through it all. &lt;a class="tweet-url hashtag" title="#thatstheticket" href="http://www.blogger.com/search?q=%23thatstheticket" rel="nofollow" jquery1268463212984="19"&gt;#thatstheticket&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/br8kthru" rel="nofollow" jquery1268463212984="216"&gt;br8kthru&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/Helenatrandom" rel="nofollow" jquery1268463212984="217"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; Although he's done well being around other cookies, Oreos still give him the sweats. &lt;a class="tweet-url hashtag" title="#pilingitonthick" href="http://www.blogger.com/search?q=%23pilingitonthick" rel="nofollow" jquery1268463212984="18"&gt;#pilingitonthick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow" jquery1268463212984="215"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; And yet, he constantly says, and I quote "Me eat cookies. Awwn Nom nom nom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/Helenatrandom" rel="nofollow" jquery1268463212984="214"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; I know! He's so strong! *sniff* Truly in inspiration to all of us! &lt;a class="tweet-url hashtag" title="#ifitgetsanydeeperiwillneedasnorkel" href="http://www.blogger.com/search?q=%23ifitgetsanydeeperiwillneedasnorkel" rel="nofollow" jquery1268463212984="17"&gt;#ifitgetsanydeeperiwillneedasnorkel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Helenatrandom" href="http://twitter.com/Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="#failedwesterns" href="http://twitter.com/search?q=%23failedwesterns"&gt;#failedwesterns&lt;/a&gt; Little Big Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; - I can't believe you'd bring up Big Boy in front of me again like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; You have The Colonel now....You need to move on and make a life with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; - For the most part, I have. It's just that every time I see a double-decker hamburger or picnic print overalls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; At least the Colonel is a sharp dresser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt;- Yes he is. I just wish he'd stop dripping mashed potatoes and gravy on his white suits. Do you know how hard it is to clean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; I can only imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; - And how many times do I have to tell him that the little black bow around his neck is NOT a napkin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; I never imagined being with a guy who wears more makeup than me--I only wear a little lipstick and nail polish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; - He does wear it a bit on the heavy side, but I wasn't going to say anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Also...Ronald behaves like a clown...IN PUBLIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; - So what first attracted you to him? Was it his abnormally large feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; You know what they say about clowns with big shoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; - Big feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;br8kthru @weightwhat she's right- no ganging up. I gave her my cell # last night &amp;amp; I don't want any prank calls at 3 AM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @br8kthru Why not? You usually like those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;br8kthru @weightwhat THAT WAS YOU!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @br8kthru I admit to nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;br8kthru @weightwhat I couldn't sleep for a week after that last one. It was just heavy breathing, but I could tell it was clown breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @br8kthru Yes, I specialize in the terrifying, yet oddly inticing, middle of the night phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;br8kthru @weightwhat So true- I was scared to death, but kept listening for at least 8 minutes... well done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katdish Did I mention I have a mild phobia of frogs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @katdish What about frog zombies dressed as clowns? Does that bother you, too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katdish @weightwhat Thanks. I'll be calling you in about 4 hours for you to talk me thru my nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @katdish Go ahead. You can reach me at 867-5309. I'll be waiting for your call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katdish @weightwhat You forget I have your REAL PHONE NUMBER Missy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @katdish I'm counting on you not being able to find it in your being chased by frog/zombie/clown state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katdish @weightwhat I'm putting it on speed dial before I go to bed. And SHUT UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations @weightwhat but you aren't Jenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @SBeeCreations How do you know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBeeCreations @weightwhat Last I checked, you were Wendy, but I suppose you could be Jenny, the strange Internet stalker chick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katdish @SBeeCreations As opposed to Wendy, the strange internet stalker chick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @katdish @SBeeCreations Exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;redclaydiaries Of 2 sick kids, 1 got MUCH better during day, &amp;amp; 1 got much worse. Abby slept thru dinner &amp;amp; had a fever of 101. AND I think I'm getting sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @redclaydiaries I told you that you shouldn't lick your kids, but did you listen to me? NoooOOOoooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;redclaydiaries @weightwhat Don't lick the children. #thingsyouneverexpecttosayasaparent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @redclaydiaries Once again, I'm forced to be the voice of reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;redclaydiaries @weightwhat Clearly, that is the mantle you are destined to carry. Being so reasonable &amp;amp; all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @redclaydiaries It's tough being so gifted. And humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelybreez @katdish Twitter peeps. I love words. What's your favorite word in the English language that's starts w/ 3rd letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelybreez @kelybreez Mine is "lepidoptera." Or maybe "loquacious." Wait, maybe it's "lettuce."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @kelybreez Why are you talking to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @kelybreez Nincompoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelybreez @weightwhat I'm talking to myself to keep my tweet from also going to facebook. @s don't forward to fb. I could always @ you, if you'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelybreez @weightwhat Favorite word starting w/ the 3rd letter of your first name? Or are u calling me that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @kelybreez Wouldn't you like to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TchrEric @kelybreez From some of the conversations around here I'd say that @weightwhat was doing both...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weightwhat @TchrEric It's like you know me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did you survive the year in tweets? Don't you feel better? You're now prepared to start the new year. Mostly. Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-8163122649548641515?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/8163122649548641515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=8163122649548641515&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/8163122649548641515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/8163122649548641515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-year-in-tweets.html' title='2010 - The Year in Tweets'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/twitter/th_slogansmay2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-7825796011433103126</id><published>2010-12-25T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T08:54:07.099-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='merry christmas'/><title type='text'>I can tell you what Christmas is all about</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DKk9rv2hUfA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DKk9rv2hUfA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That about says it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Merry Christmas to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-7825796011433103126?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7825796011433103126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=7825796011433103126&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/7825796011433103126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/7825796011433103126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-can-tell-you-what-christmas-is-all.html' title='I can tell you what Christmas is all about'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-3812869825618585139</id><published>2010-12-24T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T07:35:20.055-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='another day another tweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>The Twitter Ho-down - it's not my fault</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/christmas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=user756_1165983578.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 379px; HEIGHT: 404px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/christmas/user756_1165983578.jpg" width="413" height="467" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, I WAS on the Twitter this week. I really was. The problem is, everyone else seemed to have better things to do. Just 'cause it's almost Christmas or something. Sheesh. On the upside, we have some new characters to add to the motley crew. Sorry/ you're welcome, new inductees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The one-liners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are like snowflakes. I hate shoveling them off my driveway. (RT @&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/badbanana"&gt;badbanana&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This place (mailroom) reminds me of Santa's workshop, except it smells like mushrooms &amp;amp; everyone looks like they want to hurt me." - Elf (RT @&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/katdish"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ring ring* Buddy the elf, what's your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/ImAPennyPincher"&gt;ImAPennyPincher&lt;/a&gt; I want to win this ring ( &lt;a class="tweet-url web" href="http://tinyurl.com/2a773ug" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://tinyurl.com/2a773ug&lt;/a&gt; ) from @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/wendydarlingltd" rel="nofollow"&gt;wendydarlingltd&lt;/a&gt; because it's better than a Red Rider BB gun. And leg lamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone sees the cleaning fairies, can you please tell them that they're about 20 years late getting to my house? Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ones that are a little bit longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/melissa_rae"&gt;melissa_rae&lt;/a&gt; My children are currently being introduced to Animaniacs, thanks to Uncle Logan...I'm not sure how I feel about this... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/melissa_rae" rel="nofollow"&gt;melissa_rae&lt;/a&gt; I LOVE the Animaniacs! I wouldn't say that I've forced my daughter to watch it... Just ignore the rope on that chair by the tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RCFJPZwcAIw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RCFJPZwcAIw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/katdish"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; I love a good all occasion card &lt;a class="tweet-url web" href="http://plixi.com/p/63791461" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://plixi.com/p/63791461&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; Nothing good can come from too much animal print and blue eye shadow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/katdish"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Except maybe a good b*tch slapping. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/just%20plain%20weird/?action=view&amp;amp;current=x2_3cd6165.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 463px; HEIGHT: 386px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/just%20plain%20weird/x2_3cd6165.jpg" width="463" height="421" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Listening to the Barenaked Ladies version of "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" - LOVE!!! Isn't Christmas music wonderful? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/WinLiannefield"&gt;WinLiannefield&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; You could hear me singing all the way from my shower?!? *Blushes* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/WinLiannefield" rel="nofollow"&gt;WinLiannefield&lt;/a&gt; Uh, yeah. I'm sure that's what I heard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ones that are even longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/buzzbyannies"&gt;buzzbyannies&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; It's 34 here. Everytime someone mentions global warming I want to punch Al Iinventedtheinternet Gore in the teeth. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/buzzbyannies" rel="nofollow"&gt;buzzbyannies&lt;/a&gt; Global warming! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/buzzbyannies" rel="nofollow"&gt;buzzbyannies&lt;/a&gt; Did you punch him again? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/buzzbyannies"&gt;buzzbyannies&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/okiewife"&gt;okiewife&lt;/a&gt; The sun is shining, on my 2nd cup of coffee, Bible study done, hmmm...ready for the twitterverse. Bring it on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/okiewife" rel="nofollow"&gt;okiewife&lt;/a&gt; GAAAA!!! I'm still on my first cup of coffee. Of course, it's more of a bucket than a cup... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/okiewife"&gt;okiewife&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Now on my 3rd cup, but not bucket sized! More like pint jar sized. Gettin' a twitch in left eye-lid. Should I quit after this? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/okiewife" rel="nofollow"&gt;okiewife&lt;/a&gt; You don't want to be known as a quitter, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Good morning! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/fishythoughts"&gt;fishythoughts&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; - Good evening &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/fishythoughts" rel="nofollow"&gt;fishythoughts&lt;/a&gt; You're just so ahead of your time! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/fishythoughts"&gt;fishythoughts&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; - Would you like to know what the lottery numbers were? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/fishythoughts" rel="nofollow"&gt;fishythoughts&lt;/a&gt; Of course I do, but then again, I wouldn't want you to use your powers for evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/SBeeCreations"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; Newest list I've been added to: Vajazzle (heeheeheeeee) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/SBeeCreations" rel="nofollow"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; Is it just me, or does that sound naughty? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/SBeeCreations"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; totally naughty, lol &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/SBeeCreations" rel="nofollow"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; Has someone been busy bedazzling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ones about the eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Anyone staying up to watch the eclipse tonight?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; I can't believe the clouds cleared enough to see the moon! The kiddo's report: It's getting towards half! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; And the clouds are back. Lovely. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; 5 minutes until the eclipse is total! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; And now it's raining. So glad I stayed up to not see the eclipse. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/vvdenman"&gt;vvdenman&lt;/a&gt; Lunar eclipse last night anyone? Ain't God cool? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/vvdenman" rel="nofollow"&gt;vvdenman&lt;/a&gt; Why don't you just give me a papercut and throw some lemon juice on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the 'why don't you just post the whole conversation' ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Is everyone hiding this morning?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/kelybreez"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; I haven't figured out how to hide a morning yet. Sometimes I hide my kids' toothbrushes &amp;amp; underwear, just to be so funny. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/kelybreez" rel="nofollow"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; Do you sometimes freeze your kids socks, too? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/makeadiff21"&gt;makeadiff21&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Oooo. That sounds fun... &lt;evil&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/makeadiff21" rel="nofollow"&gt;makeadiff21&lt;/a&gt; It confuses them greatly. So I hear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/makeadiff21"&gt;makeadiff21&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Ya. I'm sure you wouldn't know anything about it... &lt;snort&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/christmas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=skiendog_christmas-pc-cartoon.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/christmas/skiendog_christmas-pc-cartoon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And now, for the "Top Ten Politically Correct Christmas Carols" (stolen from MSN greetings)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;10. O Holiday Tree &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;9. Have Yourself a Merry Little Day of Winter &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;8. Frosty the Snowperson &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;7. Chestnuts Roasting on a Safely Contained, Continuously Monitored, Eco-friendly, Non-toxic Outdoor Fire (For Which I Have a Permit) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;6. Higher Power Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;5. Grandma Allegedly Got Run Over By an Unidentified Non-human Perpetrator &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;4. Deck the Halls With Boughs of Unendangered Foliage (If Office Policy Permits) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3. Hark! The Herald Mythical Winged Creature Sings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2. I Saw Mommy Greeting Santa Claus with a Purely Platonic Expression of Inoffensive Mutual Affection &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1. I'll Be Home for a Short Period of Time in December&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!  I hope you all have a wonderful day surrounded by the ones you love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-3812869825618585139?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3812869825618585139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=3812869825618585139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/3812869825618585139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/3812869825618585139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2010/12/twitter-ho-down-its-not-my-fault.html' title='The Twitter Ho-down - it&apos;s not my fault'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/christmas/th_user756_1165983578.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-1444947380841019484</id><published>2010-12-20T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:11:21.714-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tomfoolery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Life is Funny - the Christmas Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lifeisfunny.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/lifeisfunny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last year, our neighbors decorated a tiny little tree in their yard that's right at the entrance to our street. I wrote about it &lt;a href="http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-is-funny-charlie-brown-tree.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and again &lt;a href="http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-is-funny-sneaky-little-tree-elves.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Why not go back and read those posts so you're up to speed? No really. Go on. I'll still be here waiting for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We never really knew what the neighbors thought of the mysterious adding of Christmas ornaments to their tree. I'm guessing they never knew who even did it. So my daughter and I were pretty happy this year when we saw that they had put all the decorations back on the tree that we had added on last year. Of course, we took this as an open invitation to add more this year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/charisse/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2091.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 329px; HEIGHT: 391px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/charisse/IMG_2091.jpg" width="492" height="719" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By the time we were done with it, I think I heard that poor little tree begging for mercy under the weight of the ornaments... Good thing the tree is still growing - it'll give us a chance to keep up this sneaky little tradition of ours! I wonder if the neighbors will ever figure out that it's us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did I ever tell you that I know Santa? Yup, I do. He comes to my sister's annual gingerbread house party and he's wonderful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/charisse/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2061.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 399px; HEIGHT: 281px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/charisse/IMG_2061.jpg" width="634" height="489" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What's not common knowledge about Santa is that he's a church pastor. True. And every year at the party, he tells all the kids about St. Nicholas and then tells them about Jesus being the real reason we celebrate Christmas. Don't you just love Santa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not all of you know that I've started another &lt;a href="http://wendydarlingltd.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog called Wendy Darling Ltd&lt;/a&gt;. I've done a post over there today about &lt;a href="http://wendydarlingltd.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-did-christmas-become-bad-word.html"&gt;how "Christmas" has become a bad word&lt;/a&gt;. Why not hop on over and take a read? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=weightwhat&amp;postid=20Dec2010&amp;meme=1967"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-1444947380841019484?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1444947380841019484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=1444947380841019484&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/1444947380841019484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/1444947380841019484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2010/12/life-is-funny-christmas-edition.html' title='Life is Funny - the Christmas Edition'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/charisse/th_IMG_2091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-6324080060380965747</id><published>2010-12-18T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T08:20:56.548-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday silliness'/><title type='text'>What NOT to give</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Saturday! I've done a couple of posts this season about gift giving, you know, 'cause I'm a giver. Now, especially for the gentlemen out there, I'd like to present a little video about what not to give. Choose wisely, gentlemen. Choose wisely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ne_0WwalLoY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ne_0WwalLoY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now for more silliness, why not see what's happening over at Kathy's blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://katsmemes.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj57/mommacow39/smiley_face-1-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-6324080060380965747?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/6324080060380965747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=6324080060380965747&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/6324080060380965747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/6324080060380965747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-not-to-give.html' title='What NOT to give'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-2526927156681507057</id><published>2010-12-17T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T09:47:02.957-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='another day another tweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>Is that all there is?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/christmas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=santa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 513px; HEIGHT: 432px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/christmas/santa.jpg" width="585" height="524" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, there's not a whole lot to the Twitter Ho-down today because I just haven't been on the Twitter all that much. But since someone, not mentioning any names (@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/SBeeCreations"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;), is being pushy, I'm posting it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The one-liners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of those people who gain weight if I just eat the whole cake. (RT @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/WendyLiebman" rel="nofollow"&gt;WendyLiebman&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LO says: You can't ever count on clowns. (RT @&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/SBeeCreations"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: I'm writing a blog post. In other news, the sky is falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They should make vegetables out of something people want to eat. (RT @&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/badbanana"&gt;badbanana&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ones that are a little bit longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/SBeeCreations"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; About to do a very silly dance in the office, just to get the blood circulating. Anyone want to join me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/SBeeCreations" rel="nofollow"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; I know this may come as a shock to you, but my whole life is a silly dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/LostInPortland"&gt;LostInPortland&lt;/a&gt; @ the Tacoma mall. Someone save me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/LostInPortland" rel="nofollow"&gt;LostInPortland&lt;/a&gt; Just walk towards Cinnabon and everything will be okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/SBeeCreations"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; I was thinking this might be a good card for @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="tweet-url web" href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/51149016/if-youre-creepy-and-you-know-it-clap" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/listing/51149016/if-youre-creepy-and-you-know-it-clap&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/goodgosh" rel="nofollow"&gt;goodgosh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/just%20plain%20weird/?action=view&amp;amp;current=il_570xN_157148464.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 367px; HEIGHT: 426px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/just%20plain%20weird/il_570xN_157148464.jpg" width="458" height="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/SBeeCreations"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; Or maybe this one... http://www.etsy.com/listing/61686257/wherever-you-go-ill-be-watching-creepy @Katdish @weightwhat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/just%20plain%20weird/?action=view&amp;amp;current=creepyclown.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 367px; HEIGHT: 469px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/just%20plain%20weird/creepyclown.jpg" width="414" height="626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/SBeeCreations" rel="nofollow"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; Who would buy a clown that looked like that? You're just askin' for nightmares. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ones that are even longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; My powers of invisibility are very impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/The_BMG"&gt;The_BMG&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Wow! I hear this voice, but I don't see annoying speaking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/The_BMG" rel="nofollow"&gt;The_BMG&lt;/a&gt; You don't see annoying speaking?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/SBeeCreations"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/The_BMG" rel="nofollow"&gt;The_BMG&lt;/a&gt; You are SO going to be in the Ho-down for that typo, hee hee cc: @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/SBeeCreations" rel="nofollow"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; It's like you know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/kelybreez" rel="nofollow"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; "Next year I'll be good, just wait. I'd start now, but it's too late..." It's like this carol was written about you! ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/kelybreez"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; I am NOT on the naughty list with Walter Hobbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/kelybreez" rel="nofollow"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; Are you sure? Because I don't hear you singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/kelybreez"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; I'm singing! You're my dad! I love you, I love you, I love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B2uJoVEwbmc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B2uJoVEwbmc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the 'why don't you just post the whole conversation' ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/SBeeCreations"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/dlrayburn" rel="nofollow"&gt;dlrayburn&lt;/a&gt; I really love your avatar :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/SBeeCreations" rel="nofollow"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; Are you gonna marry it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/The_BMG"&gt;The_BMG&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; What? Who is @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/SBeeCreations" rel="nofollow"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; gonna marry? I miss all the fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/The_BMG" rel="nofollow"&gt;The_BMG&lt;/a&gt; She's going to marry @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/dlrayburn" rel="nofollow"&gt;dlrayburn&lt;/a&gt;'s avatar because she loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/dlrayburn"&gt;dlrayburn&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/The_BMG" rel="nofollow"&gt;The_BMG&lt;/a&gt; Ok @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; dragged me into this,... but just for the record I am Not an it...and I am already married! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/dlrayburn" rel="nofollow"&gt;dlrayburn&lt;/a&gt; We weren't talking about you, silly. @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/SBeeCreations" rel="nofollow"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; wants to marry your avatar. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/dlrayburn"&gt;dlrayburn&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; I realize that, but where is the fun in leaving it at that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/dlrayburn"&gt;dlrayburn&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; oh queen of misdirection and unintended entendre's! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/dlrayburn" rel="nofollow"&gt;dlrayburn&lt;/a&gt; Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/SBeeCreations" rel="nofollow"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; Featuring sweater-shorts RT “@&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;: Why yes, I DID do a Twitter Ho-down post today! &lt;a class="tweet-url web" href="http://tinyurl.com/2aryenu" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://tinyurl.com/2aryenu&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/just%20plain%20weird/?action=view&amp;amp;current=crochetpants2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/just%20plain%20weird/crochetpants2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/SBeeCreations" rel="nofollow"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; Everyone will be wearing them in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/SBeeCreations"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; what happens if it rains...and they shrink? (I'll let that visual set in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/SBeeCreations" rel="nofollow"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; Crochet Speedo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/SBeeCreations"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Gaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/SBeeCreations" rel="nofollow"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; You didn't need that mental picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/SBeeCreations"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Wasn't quite ready for that one right as I was getting the hot dogs &amp;amp; buns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Things are not looking good for the Twitter Ho-down this week. Looks like someone hasn't been on the twitter enough and it's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/SBeeCreations"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; and who's fault is that you're trying to ruin our week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/SBeeCreations" rel="nofollow"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; I blame @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/katdish"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; what'd I do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; Somehow kept me from the twitter this week. The ways of @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; are mysterious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/kelybreez"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Always blame @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt;. The buck stops there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/SBeeCreations"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; you're a Twitter shirker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/SBeeCreations" rel="nofollow"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; Look! Something shiny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have a good weekend everyone!  And hey, let's talk more next week, huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-2526927156681507057?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2526927156681507057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=2526927156681507057&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/2526927156681507057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/2526927156681507057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2010/12/is-that-all-there-is.html' title='Is that all there is?'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/christmas/th_santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-4816450271777303616</id><published>2010-12-16T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T09:51:58.359-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas shopping'/><title type='text'>What your kids REALLY need under the tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay parents, it's time to step up your Christmas gift buying game here.  Enough of the easy gifts like Barbies and Legos.  You need to go for something different.  Something unique.  Something that will earn the envy of all of your kid's classmates when they get back to school after the Christmas break.  Yeah, I'm talkin' &lt;em&gt;special&lt;/em&gt; gifts.  "But Wendy," one may ask, "where do I find such gifts?"  As you all know by now, I'm a giver, so I've done the difficult part for you.  I've found the perfect gifts.  It wasn't easy, because if it was easy, everyone would be doing it.  So all the way from Germany, I present to you... the gifts that every child needs to find under the tree this year.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eANUhzaCbQA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eANUhzaCbQA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Snotty Snotter - because kids don't have enough snot as it is.  And really?  Aren't you always looking for new and exciting ways to play with the things that come out of your nose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a-FTpWWgMWY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a-FTpWWgMWY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Schweine Schwarte - a good way to teach your kids about healthy eating habits by showing them that their stomachs may indeed explode if they eat too many hamburgers.  Another benefit?  Getting to explain that hamburgers are, in fact, not made of ham at all and therefore, our piggy friend here is not really a cannibal.  Good thing the pig isn't eating hot dogs.  No one needs to have that conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O6nmHzPCTdw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O6nmHzPCTdw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kackel Dackel - because your kids keep asking for a puppy for Christmas, but all you keep thinking is, "Who's gonna clean up the poop?"  With this toy, your kids will!  Then they'll re-feed it back to the toy dog, which of course, will be just like having real live puppies with they're penchant for eating poop.  Now don't tell Katdish this, but I'm thinking of sending her one of these for Christmas.  Buddy Love just isn't supplying her with enough poop on his own.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So there you go.  You can now successfully finish your Christmas shopping.  Merry and bright people.  Merry and bright.&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/7741682252149648508-4816450271777303616?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/4816450271777303616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=4816450271777303616&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/4816450271777303616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/4816450271777303616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-your-kids-really-need-under-tree.html' title='What your kids REALLY need under the tree'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-4029376394443087622</id><published>2010-12-11T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T05:15:00.947-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday silliness'/><title type='text'>Wanna play patty-cake?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Saturday to you! I saw the following clip on my friend &lt;a href="http://www.makeadiff21.com/"&gt;Ginny's blog&lt;/a&gt; the other day, so I just had to steal it. Makes me giggle every time I see it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X3iFhLdWjqc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X3iFhLdWjqc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Want to have even more laughs? Why not see what's going on over at Kathy's blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://katsmemes.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj57/mommacow39/smiley_face-1-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-4029376394443087622?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/4029376394443087622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=4029376394443087622&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/4029376394443087622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/4029376394443087622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2010/12/wanna-play-patty-cake.html' title='Wanna play patty-cake?'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-6560372090392071886</id><published>2010-12-10T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T09:20:23.077-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='another day another tweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>Visions of Twitter Ho-downs Danced in Their Heads</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/christmas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3096269632_0417a98462.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/christmas/3096269632_0417a98462.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who's ready for a Twitter Ho-down? Well, just for fun, I'm throwing in a video clip first. Why? Because I love Elf. And it's my blog. And you're not the boss of me. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NY4bUP48RE8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NY4bUP48RE8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The one-liners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to hear about the whole "losing your mind thing." But I know you pretty well and I don't think you'll miss it. (RT @&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/funnyoneliners"&gt;funnyoneliners&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said "nothing is impossible" has obviously never seen me doing nothing. (RT @&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/funnyoneliners"&gt;funnyoneliners&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, snuggling The Baby:"Today is special. It's your last day to be 3. Tomorrow you'll turn 4! Are you excited?" Baby:"I need to pee, mom." (RT @&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/TheRustedChain"&gt;TheRustedChain&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be a Redneck if all your matching salad bowls have "Cool Whip" written on the side. (RT @&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/MidnightViews"&gt;MidnightViews&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm here and waiting for someone to entertain me. Aaaaaaand go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 y/o daughter's joke 'o the day: "Why was the snowman in the vegetable garden? ... Because he was picking his nose!" (RT @&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/KimMance"&gt;KimMance&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sinngggging! I'm in a store and I'm siiiiinngggging! (RT @&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/beckfromfrogandtoad"&gt;beckfromfrogandtoad&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ones that are a little bit longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/katdish"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; Yikes! &lt;a class="tweet-url web" href="http://plixi.com/p/60932668" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://plixi.com/p/60932668&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; Merry Christmas. I AM WATCHING YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/christmas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=x2_3a1c23c.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 397px; HEIGHT: 483px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/christmas/x2_3a1c23c.jpg" width="418" height="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/pagan43"&gt;pagan43&lt;/a&gt; Still waiting for Z to bring up rest of the decorations . 'specially the Lady Leg Lamp. Should I shoot his eye out or just nag ? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/pagan43" rel="nofollow"&gt;pagan43&lt;/a&gt; I just keep my leg lamp up all year to avoid this kind of situation. And yes, it's in my front window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/christmas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=leglamp-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 448px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/christmas/leglamp-1.jpg" width="410" height="659" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/kelybreez"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Crossing Death Valley as we speak. Exactly where am I headed? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/kelybreez" rel="nofollow"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; Wait, why did you get off the yellow brick road? Weren't the instructions clear enough? Follow the yellow brick road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/makeadiff21"&gt;makeadiff21&lt;/a&gt; So. Any advice on how to keep kids from whining and arguing with each other on Christmas morning? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/makeadiff21" rel="nofollow"&gt;makeadiff21&lt;/a&gt; Duct tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ones that are even longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/SBeeCreations"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; How are you doing today, munchkin? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/SBeeCreations" rel="nofollow"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; I'm a munchkin?! When did that happen? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/SBeeCreations"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Tuesday. You really should pay closer attention. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/SBeeCreations" rel="nofollow"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; Come to think of it, I did notice my voice getting a little squeakier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/saphyreplatypus"&gt;saphyreplatypus&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; busy day here, I'll be running around like I've got squirrels in my pants today. How about you m'lady? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/saphyreplatypus" rel="nofollow"&gt;saphyreplatypus&lt;/a&gt; What I really want to know is, DO you have squirrels in your pants? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/saphyreplatypus"&gt;saphyreplatypus&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; S to the I to the M to the P, squirrels in my pants! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/saphyreplatypus" rel="nofollow"&gt;saphyreplatypus&lt;/a&gt; Wow. She had actual squirrels in her pants. We just got served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0nKG_O0Ei_o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0nKG_O0Ei_o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/SBeeCreations" rel="nofollow"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; Sick to death of excuses &lt;a class="tweet-url hashtag" title="#vaugetweet" href="http://www.blogger.com/search?q=%23vaugetweet" rel="nofollow"&gt;#vaugetweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/SBeeCreations" rel="nofollow"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; How do you really feel?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/SBeeCreations"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; purely sweetness and light! (can't you tell?) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/SBeeCreations" rel="nofollow"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; You're not trying to infringe on my trademark now, are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/redclaydiaries" rel="nofollow"&gt;redclaydiaries&lt;/a&gt; Does someone need a Snuggie? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/redclaydiaries"&gt;redclaydiaries&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; YES. My daughter STOLE my Snuggie, if you can believe that. I might have to punish her with a dead squirrel in her bed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/redclaydiaries" rel="nofollow"&gt;redclaydiaries&lt;/a&gt; Do you keep dead squirrels on hand for just such an occassion? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/redclaydiaries"&gt;redclaydiaries&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; As a matter of fact I do. Did u read Hannah's guest post on my blog yesterday? &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/2ckk37b"&gt;http://tinyurl.com/2ckk37b&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the 'why don't you just post the whole conversation' ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/dlrayburn"&gt;dlrayburn&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/duane_scott" rel="nofollow"&gt;duane_scott&lt;/a&gt; A Speedos for Christ campaign? money raised to go towards Pure Water. If a certain amount is donated, we post Speedo pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/dlrayburn" rel="nofollow"&gt;dlrayburn&lt;/a&gt; Are you trying to not raise money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/dlrayburn"&gt;dlrayburn&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; No that's why they change to if not enough donations we post pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/dlrayburn"&gt;dlrayburn&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; My wife will be first in line to write the check to keep the pics from going live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/dlrayburn" rel="nofollow"&gt;dlrayburn&lt;/a&gt; I'm going to go rifle through my sofa cushions looking for loose change now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/kelybreez"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; I was rifling thru my sofa cushions one time &amp;amp; found a rifle I had lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/kelybreez" rel="nofollow"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; Those things just turn up in the strangest places, don't they? I found mine in the refrigerator once. No idea how that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/br8kthru"&gt;br8kthru&lt;/a&gt; At my wife's work party. About to start the ugly Christmas sweater contest. This should be fun. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/br8kthru" rel="nofollow"&gt;br8kthru&lt;/a&gt; Did you wear a Christmas sweater vest? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/CandySteele"&gt;CandySteele&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/br8kthru" rel="nofollow"&gt;br8kthru&lt;/a&gt; Silly girl, Wendy. He wore his sweater shorts. With a bow. &lt;a class="tweet-url web" href="http://bit.ly/i0LsXC" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://bit.ly/i0LsXC&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/just%20plain%20weird/?action=view&amp;amp;current=crochetpants2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 435px; HEIGHT: 410px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/just%20plain%20weird/crochetpants2.jpg" width="435" height="446" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/br8kthru"&gt;br8kthru&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; nope, I'm not, but my wife is &lt;a class="tweet-url web" href="http://ow.ly/i/64oi" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://ow.ly/i/64oi&lt;/a&gt; it's more disturbing in person. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ow.ly/i/64oi" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Owly Images" src="http://static.ow.ly/photos/normal/64oi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/br8kthru" rel="nofollow"&gt;br8kthru&lt;/a&gt; Ummm... Is that, uh, flourish thing actually attached? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/br8kthru"&gt;br8kthru&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; yes, her nickname is Harry Boob. It's Santa's beard. Santa's a perv. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/ImAPennyPincher"&gt;ImAPennyPincher&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; How are ya today? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/ImAPennyPincher" rel="nofollow"&gt;ImAPennyPincher&lt;/a&gt; Doing okay. You?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/ImAPennyPincher"&gt;ImAPennyPincher&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Not too shabby. Tired. Headed to the walmarts in a bit. Attempting to build a new light box. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/ImAPennyPincher" rel="nofollow"&gt;ImAPennyPincher&lt;/a&gt; Good luck with that. The walmarts part, I mean. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/ImAPennyPincher"&gt;ImAPennyPincher&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Oh yes. I'm hoping everyone will be at work when I go and it will not be busy. HA! Wishful thinking right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/ImAPennyPincher" rel="nofollow"&gt;ImAPennyPincher&lt;/a&gt; What color is the sky in your world? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your weekend may now begin.  You're welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-6560372090392071886?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/6560372090392071886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=6560372090392071886&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/6560372090392071886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/6560372090392071886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2010/12/visions-of-twitter-ho-downs-danced-in.html' title='Visions of Twitter Ho-downs Danced in Their Heads'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/christmas/th_3096269632_0417a98462.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-2224827828418890099</id><published>2010-12-04T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T08:29:17.459-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday silliness'/><title type='text'>My Lite-Brite doesn't do that</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Saturday all! Okay, today's Saturday Silliness video isn't so much silly as it is totally cool! I've put it below, but you can't actually watch it on my site (legal stuff, I guess), but if you click the YouTube logo in the bottom right corner, you can watch it on YouTube. And you want to watch it on YouTube. When you're done, you can even watch the videos about the making of this video, which are also really worth watching. You'll find those links to the right when you're at the YouTube site. I should warn you first that the video has an "Up" kind of moment in it. So go ahead. I'll wait here for ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P8cAU475dQo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P8cAU475dQo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't you just love the David Crowder Band now? You're welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now for even more excitement to add to your Saturday, why not see what's going on over at Kathy's blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://katsmemes.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj57/mommacow39/smiley_face-1-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-2224827828418890099?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2224827828418890099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=2224827828418890099&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/2224827828418890099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/2224827828418890099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-lite-brite-doesnt-do-that.html' title='My Lite-Brite doesn&apos;t do that'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-2782546998210716292</id><published>2010-12-03T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T05:27:24.321-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='another day another tweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>The Twitter Ho Ho Ho-down</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/christmas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SANTASUSPENDED.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 271px; HEIGHT: 230px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/christmas/SANTASUSPENDED.jpg" width="257" height="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Welcome to the Twitter Ho-down! Why not wrap up in your Snuggie and sit a spell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The one-liners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only one more Christmas gift to purchase. Go ahead, be jealous. Now, if I can just remember where I hid everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not mooning you. I'm turning the other cheek. (RT @&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/funnyoneliners"&gt;funnyoneliners&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't that I'm not a people person. It's just that I'm not a stupid people person. (RT @&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/funnyoneliners"&gt;funnyoneliners&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P. Leslie Nielsen - "I am serious. And don't call me Shirley."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? It's talk like a ninja day! So just....shut up. (RT @apodixis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence is golden. Duct tape is silver. (RT @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/vvdenman" rel="nofollow"&gt;vvdenman&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep dropping tiny little seed beads on the floor. It'll be fun finding those over the next couple of weeks with my bare feet. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Since you snuck one tonight you can't have a cookie tomorrow. Toddler: Can I have one yesterday? (RT @&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/WritingJoy"&gt;WritingJoy&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter just woke up and came to sit on my lap for our morning snuggle time. Best time of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiku for Swagbucks? / Would I jump through hoops for that? / Hand over that hoop. #ttptp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RT @&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/vvdenman"&gt;vvdenman&lt;/a&gt; RT @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/susanisaacs" rel="nofollow"&gt;susanisaacs&lt;/a&gt;: Thomas Kinkade toilet paper: Stick the painter of light where the sun never shines. &lt;a class="tweet-url web" href="http://bit.ly/giN4Qi" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://bit.ly/giN4Qi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/just%20plain%20weird/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Kanzune2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 337px; HEIGHT: 325px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/just%20plain%20weird/Kanzune2.jpg" width="362" height="403" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone googled "gagging fart" to get to my blog. What did they find? &lt;a class="tweet-url web" href="http://tinyurl.com/y6kqsjb" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://tinyurl.com/y6kqsjb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did everyone hear my exciting announcement earlier today? I ordered a Veggie Tales Nativity set. And there was much rejoicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ones that are a little bit longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; Are you feeling all rested after your long trip back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/katdish"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Yesh. Now if I could get motivated to decorate for Christmas. Bah, humbug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; Maybe you should just have the kids do it this year? If they're not there for slave labor, then why would we have kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/The_BMG"&gt;The_BMG&lt;/a&gt; I wish places other than pizza and Chinese delivered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/SBeeCreations"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/The_BMG" rel="nofollow"&gt;The_BMG&lt;/a&gt; We have a burrito place that delivers but only very recently (it's also located in a gas station)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/SBeeCreations" rel="nofollow"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; How very appropriate... *snort*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/The_BMG"&gt;The_BMG&lt;/a&gt; Our Barney that plays songs has a glitch so he gets stuck at the same spot in the same song. It's weird. And creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/The_BMG" rel="nofollow"&gt;The_BMG&lt;/a&gt; It's Barney. What did you expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/katdish"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; And as my mother would say, "This traffic is THE SUCKS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; Your mother has a way of putting things into perspective, doesn't she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/heartcures"&gt;heartcures&lt;/a&gt; First dose of steroids done. In a few hours I'll feel like lifting houses &amp;amp; operating heavy machinery. Praying they resolve this back pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/heartcures" rel="nofollow"&gt;heartcures&lt;/a&gt; Will you start talking like Hans and Franz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/hans%20and%20franz" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Hans &amp;amp;amp; Franz Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq309/rwoehr/HansFranz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/katdish"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; Technical question: What are those floaty things called on fishing nets and crab pots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; You mean they're not called 'floaty things'? Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/katdish"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; Weather stripping needs to be replaced on the back door. The wind is blowing thru it. Sounds like a giant kazoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; On the upside, you have a musical house! On the downside? It's kazoo music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/katdish"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; Tomorrow, I'll be posting a story of 2 blue herons &amp;amp; the political ramifications of said birds. Yeah, perhaps I need to get back on my meds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; Please don't. It's much better entertainment for us this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/duane_scott"&gt;duane_scott&lt;/a&gt; I simply don't have the energy to explain myself and my weird antics sometimes. Am I the only one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/duane_scott" rel="nofollow"&gt;duane_scott&lt;/a&gt; Have you met me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/katdish"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; I wonder if this involves mirrors and large binder clips. &lt;a class="tweet-url web" href="http://plixi.com/p/60324085" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://plixi.com/p/60324085&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/just%20plain%20weird/?action=view&amp;amp;current=x2_39878f5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 434px; HEIGHT: 308px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/just%20plain%20weird/x2_39878f5.jpg" width="502" height="356" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; Or the suggestion of hanging out with more blind people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/katdish"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; that works too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/kelybreez" rel="nofollow"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; Kely Kely bo bely, banana fana fo fely, fe fi mo mely - Kely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/kelybreez"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Wendy Wendy bo bendy, tialigo tendy, tie legged, toe legged, bow legged Wendy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/kelybreez" rel="nofollow"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; Hey! I'm not bow legged! Mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ones that are even longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/SBeeCreations"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Listed my butt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/SBeeCreations"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; dang it, BabyBee hit the computer. Listed my butters. BUTTERS! sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/SBeeCreations" rel="nofollow"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; You might have gotten more business the other way... *snort*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/SBeeCreations"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; *snort* maybe, especially at those prices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/SBeeCreations" rel="nofollow"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; You may be cheap, but you're not free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/katdish"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; Is there any lower form of reality television than televising small claims court?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; Have I mentioned that I was on People's Court? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/katdish"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; NOOOOO! Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; Yup. With Judge Wapner. No autographs, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/WritingJoy"&gt;WritingJoy&lt;/a&gt; Any veteran parents out there have suggestions for teaching my defiant toddler to respect authority? &lt;a class="tweet-url web" href="http://goo.gl/fb/fxPOX" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://goo.gl/fb/fxPOX&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/WritingJoy" rel="nofollow"&gt;WritingJoy&lt;/a&gt; Shock collar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/WritingJoy"&gt;WritingJoy&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Let me rephrase that. Any veteran parents who haven't been visited by Child Protective Services...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/WritingJoy" rel="nofollow"&gt;WritingJoy&lt;/a&gt; Oh sure, now you put up parameters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/redclaydiaries"&gt;redclaydiaries&lt;/a&gt; Charlie just got home from picking up CSA meat. He's making headcheese again. GAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/redclaydiaries" rel="nofollow"&gt;redclaydiaries&lt;/a&gt; I thought he loved you. What's up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/redclaydiaries"&gt;redclaydiaries&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Clearly I was mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/redclaydiaries" rel="nofollow"&gt;redclaydiaries&lt;/a&gt; Should we all pray for a power outage out your way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the 'why don't you just post the whole conversation' ones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/WinLiannefield"&gt;WinLiannefield&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; I got leftover turkey, yes I do, I got leftover turkey, how 'bout you?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/WinLiannefield" rel="nofollow"&gt;WinLiannefield&lt;/a&gt; I do! But not enough. Next year, I'm lookin' for a 50 lb. bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/SBeeCreations"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Would that fit in your oven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/SBeeCreations" rel="nofollow"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; Where there's a will, there's a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/WinLiannefield"&gt;WinLiannefield&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Ours was 22 lbs. It is/was obscene. I imagine it tootling around its barnyard on a power scooter before its demise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/WinLiannefield" rel="nofollow"&gt;WinLiannefield&lt;/a&gt; With flags on the back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/WinLiannefield"&gt;WinLiannefield&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; No, more like Yosemite Sam "Back Off" mud flaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/br8kthru" rel="nofollow"&gt;br8kthru&lt;/a&gt; I'm suffering from serious Twinkletoes withdrawls. You should be on the twitter more so you can fix that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/br8kthru"&gt;br8kthru&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; I'm so limited w/ my phone. I miss you too! So sad. We should throw a pity party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/br8kthru" rel="nofollow"&gt;br8kthru&lt;/a&gt; I'll bring the black balloons of mourning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/br8kthru"&gt;br8kthru&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; we need a poster of eeyore &amp;amp; some sad movies too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/br8kthru" rel="nofollow"&gt;br8kthru&lt;/a&gt; And I'm thinkin' we should drop some ice cream cones on the floor, just for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/br8kthru"&gt;br8kthru&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; totally. This pity party is really cheering me up. That almost never happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/br8kthru" rel="nofollow"&gt;br8kthru&lt;/a&gt; Are we supposed to be cheering you up? I'm confused now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/br8kthru"&gt;br8kthru&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; I'm a whirling tornado of emotions. I don't know what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/br8kthru" rel="nofollow"&gt;br8kthru&lt;/a&gt; Welcome to my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/SBeeCreations"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; are you planning a Ho-down this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/SBeeCreations" rel="nofollow"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; Yes, there will be a ho-down this week. You're even in it. Happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/SBeeCreations"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Yes, yes I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/SBeeCreations" rel="nofollow"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; Why do you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/SBeeCreations"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Wanted to know if I should look forward to it this week or if my hopes were going to be dashed against the cliffs of despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/SBeeCreations" rel="nofollow"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; No, just the Cliffs of Insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ClzaP8HN2wc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ClzaP8HN2wc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There ya go. Your weekend can start now that you've read the Ho-down. Doesn't that make you feel better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-2782546998210716292?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2782546998210716292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=2782546998210716292&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/2782546998210716292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/2782546998210716292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2010/12/twitter-ho-ho-ho-down.html' title='The Twitter Ho Ho Ho-down'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/christmas/th_SANTASUSPENDED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-4656733058063410195</id><published>2010-12-01T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T13:02:45.587-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you need to buy this stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas shopping'/><title type='text'>And now, for some shameless self (and others) promotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/shopping/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Shopping.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 291px; HEIGHT: 388px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/shopping/Shopping.jpg" width="305" height="419" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We interrupt your regularly scheduled blog post to bring you some shameless self, and others, promotion. Okay, okay. There wasn't a regularly scheduled blog post. If there was, you'd probably faint dead away from shock. So let's just get straight to the commercial, shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some of my lovely bloggy friends and I have very fabulous shops online. That's right, we make things that you just shouldn't try to live without, then we sell them online. And since most people are at a loss when it comes to gift ideas, I thought I'd help you out. 'Cause I'm a giver. Ready?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/sarahbeecreations"&gt;Sarah Bee Creations&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sarah makes the most wonderful smelling soaps, body butters and candles ever! Not too long ago, I got the &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/51277876/arizona-orange-blossom-8oz-soy-candle"&gt;Arizona Orange Blossom&lt;/a&gt; candle from her, and it's bliss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/51277876/arizona-orange-blossom-8oz-soy-candle" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 293px; HEIGHT: 371px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/shopping/sb1.jpg" width="376" height="636" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She also made up some Sweet Pea scented soaps in fun animal shapes for my daughter - the kiddo was thrilled! I've just ordered a Gingerbread candle from her (Ha-ha! I got the last one!), but there are some other great scents that would bring a nice Christmas-y scent into your home, like &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/62949680/cranberry-citrus-soy-candle-8-oz"&gt;Cranberry Citrus&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/62950372/fireside-soy-candle-8-oz"&gt;Fireside&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/62949680/cranberry-citrus-soy-candle-8-oz" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 360px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/shopping/sb2.jpg" width="380" height="717" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And look at this homemade soap! Isn't it gorgeous?  Mmm... &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/62946931/oatmeal-milk-honey-and-aloe-soap"&gt;Oatmeal, Milk and Honey&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/62946931/oatmeal-milk-honey-and-aloe-soap" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 313px; HEIGHT: 243px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/shopping/sb4.jpg" width="340" height="367" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sarah's just added shaving soap to her shop. Gotta pamper the guys, too, right? How about a little &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/63264722/blackberry-sage-shaving-soap"&gt;Blackberry Sage&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/63264722/blackberry-sage-shaving-soap" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 305px; HEIGHT: 326px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/shopping/sb3.jpg" width="276" height="666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://therustedchain.bigcartel.com/"&gt;The Rusted Chain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beki is known for her wonderful hand stamped jewelry. I've bought some of her necklaces for friends, but recently I got her &lt;a href="http://therustedchain.bigcartel.com/product/angels-sang-necklace"&gt;Angels Sang&lt;/a&gt; necklace just for me. LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://therustedchain.bigcartel.com/product/angels-sang-necklace" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/shopping/rc3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My daughter is so jealous! Every time she sees my necklace, she asks if she can have one, too. Don't tell her, but I'll be ordering &lt;a href="http://therustedchain.bigcartel.com/product/jesus-loves-me-childs-necklace"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; for her when her birthday comes around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://therustedchain.bigcartel.com/product/jesus-loves-me-childs-necklace" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/shopping/rc1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And how about this necklace for the holiday season? It gives me &lt;a href="http://therustedchain.bigcartel.com/product/joy-necklace"&gt;Joy&lt;/a&gt; just looking at it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://therustedchain.bigcartel.com/product/joy-necklace" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/shopping/rc2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She even has a &lt;a href="http://therustedchain.bigcartel.com/product/2010-holiday-ornament"&gt;Christmas ornament&lt;/a&gt; that you can have personalized!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://therustedchain.bigcartel.com/product/2010-holiday-ornament" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/shopping/rc4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/calisoboutique"&gt;Caliso Boutique&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you have a little girly-girl at home? Or at least one that you can still pin down and put stuff in her hair? Then Casey's shop is for you! While it looks a bit bare at the time of this writing, she has promised that she'll have more things listed by the end of the day. Let's all harrass her if she doesn't, okay? Take a look at the &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/63311873/christmas-bling-bows"&gt;Christmas Bling&lt;/a&gt; bows! I'm all about the sparkly, you know. Hmmm... I wonder if I could get away with wearing them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/63311873/christmas-bling-bows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 341px; HEIGHT: 288px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/shopping/bow1.jpg" width="372" height="348" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And how about this adorable &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/63308030/snowman-headband?ref=v1_other_1"&gt;Snowman&lt;/a&gt; headband? Yes, those are snowmen peeking out of that flower! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/63308030/snowman-headband?ref=v1_other_1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 335px; HEIGHT: 286px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/shopping/bow2.jpg" width="392" height="395" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/WendyDarlingLtd"&gt;Wendy Darling Ltd.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, that would be my store! I've put a few new things in my shop, just in time for the holidays. Why? Because Christmas ornaments don't sell as well in July. Go figure. Although, it would be hard to resist my new &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/63281161/and-it-shook-when-he-laughed-set-of-6"&gt;Santa Belly ornaments&lt;/a&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/63281161/and-it-shook-when-he-laughed-set-of-6" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 407px; HEIGHT: 307px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/shopping/IMG_1950.jpg" width="386" height="414" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've done a new hand embroidered item, too - it's the &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/63200558/let-it-snow"&gt;Let It Snow brooch&lt;/a&gt;. You get all the fun of a snowflake without having to get out the snow shovel. Who could ask for anything more? And since it's my blog, I'm putting in an extra picture so I can show off my wonderful daughter modeling the brooch for me. Yup, that's how I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/shopping/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1860.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 401px; HEIGHT: 285px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/shopping/IMG_1860.jpg" width="444" height="434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/shopping/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1868.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 405px; HEIGHT: 278px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/shopping/IMG_1868.jpg" width="549" height="509" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The next item isn't new to my shop, but I thought it would make a good stocking stuffer or small gift for someone. Someone on your list. I'm sure you know someone who needs the &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/40935166/refrigerator-life-organizer"&gt;Refrigerator Life Organizer&lt;/a&gt;, don't you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/40935166/refrigerator-life-organizer" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 405px; HEIGHT: 290px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/shopping/il_570xN_124210638.jpg" width="404" height="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And now, I'm going to give you a sneak peek at something that's going to be in my shop very soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/WendyDarlingLtd" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 411px; HEIGHT: 330px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/shopping/IMG_1976.jpg" width="398" height="505" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No, not disembodied hands.  The ring!  So, what do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Feel free to shop like crazy in these shops - you wouldn't want to miss out on the perfect gift now, would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-4656733058063410195?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/4656733058063410195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=4656733058063410195&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/4656733058063410195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/4656733058063410195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2010/12/and-now-for-some-shameless-self-and.html' title='And now, for some shameless self (and others) promotion'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/shopping/th_Shopping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-5014050119989986712</id><published>2010-11-29T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T06:21:48.558-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is funny'/><title type='text'>Life is Funny - The mind of Wendy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lifeisfunny.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/lifeisfunny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There have been things floating around in my brain lately. Unrelated things. Things that may or may not be understood by seemingly normal folk. Why? Because it's my brain. 'Nuff said. So, without further ado... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi, my name is Wendy and I'm 43½ years old. That ½ is very important. Just ask my now 8½ year old. Yup, she just had her ½ birthday. She even had a countdown to it on her whiteboard. Do you remember they days when you'd add on ½ to your age? When did we stop doing that? I'm thinking I might start adding it back on again. Keeps people wondering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had a nice little snowfall last week. Where we live, we don't always get snow that actually sticks, so it's a treat. For me and my daughter, anyway. My husband? Not so much. He's very Grinchy that way. It doesn't stop him from going out and playing in the snow with the kiddo and dog though. And by "playing," I mean "pelting each other with as much snow as possible."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/charisse/?action=view&amp;amp;current=snow2010010.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 401px; HEIGHT: 288px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/charisse/snow2010010.jpg" width="450" height="467" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The kiddo after getting pelted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/charisse/?action=view&amp;amp;current=snow2010032.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 401px; HEIGHT: 294px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/charisse/snow2010032.jpg" width="450" height="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Crazy Gidget Dog after getting pelted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/charisse/?action=view&amp;amp;current=snow2010048.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 403px; HEIGHT: 268px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/charisse/snow2010048.jpg" width="452" height="461" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And my husband after getting pelted.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know who didn't get pelted? The one holding the expensive camera. Until I put it down, of course. Then it was open season on Wendy. This just in: Snow is cold. You know, in case you were wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen these commercials?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3y26RywKArM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3y26RywKArM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or would anyone else get a complex if an air freshener went off whenever you walked past it? Do I offend?! Okay, maybe a bit...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, what's been on your mind this week?&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/7741682252149648508-5014050119989986712?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5014050119989986712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=5014050119989986712&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/5014050119989986712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/5014050119989986712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-is-funny-mind-of-wendy.html' title='Life is Funny - The mind of Wendy'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/charisse/th_snow2010010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-7282214338857210498</id><published>2010-11-27T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T07:22:56.472-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday silliness'/><title type='text'>The latest thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I know that you're all going to be out doing your shopping this weekend, so I didn't want you to miss out on something really special. And it's made from the latest thing! I just know that you'll love these as much as I do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/171XrHn3OlE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/171XrHn3OlE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even though it's been a while, I'm willing to bet that these pants are still $13. We should stock up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you're done with your shopping, why not head over to Kathy's blog and see what's going on? I'll give you a hint: She's got a clip from my favorite Carole Burnett skit ever! Yeah, you'll want to see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://katsmemes.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj57/mommacow39/smiley_face-1-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-7282214338857210498?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7282214338857210498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=7282214338857210498&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/7282214338857210498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/7282214338857210498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2010/11/latest-thing.html' title='The latest thing'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-2705984868651383645</id><published>2010-11-26T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T20:50:39.670-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='another day another tweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>Twitter Ho-down - The Thanksgiving Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/thanksgiving/?action=view&amp;amp;current=turkeys.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/thanksgiving/turkeys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello, and welcome to the Thanksgiving edition of the Twitter Ho-down! I'm not saying that a turkey coma would help you through this Ho-down, but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The one-liners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love talking to customer service reps? And hey, how about those root canals? Don'tcha just love those, too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went from "old enough to know better" to "old enough not to remember what I know". (RT @duhism)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaos: What erupts when he-who-lives-in-a-glass-house invites he-who-is-without-sin for dinner. (RT @Daffynitions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word to the wise ain't necessary - it's the stupid ones that need the advice. (RT @LostInPortland)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get energized for the day I did 300 Crunches. The Nestle kind. (RT @beersuds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't trust the sweet potatoes. They'll take over the kitchen. You've got to keep an eye on them. Let them out. Don't!" #stm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can tell that turkey when it comes back here that it's not welcome. You tell it good." #stm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Put it down! Step away from the yam. Step away!" #stm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Butter... nut... squash. I like those words." #stm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't believe you went to pick up a turkey without introducing yourself first. How rude of you. How presumptuous." #stm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course I'm wearing my thunder underpants. It's Thursday. Friday is frilly underpants day. Don't forget!" #stm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those sweet potatoes really are sneaky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not getting up at 3 a.m. to trample people at a store. I'll trample people when the time is right for me. (RT @badbanana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just poured superglue into a non-stick pan.Somebody is going to be wrong. (RT @funnyhumour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/TheRustedChain"&gt;TheRustedChain&lt;/a&gt; This made me cry happy. Love it! Flash Mob - &lt;a class="tweet-url web" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SXh7JR9oKVE" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SXh7JR9oKVE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SXh7JR9oKVE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SXh7JR9oKVE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ones that are a little bit longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/dlrayburn"&gt;dlrayburn&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; I left you a comment on the ho-down today. I think u ought to research the answer while I go ahead &amp;amp; preemptively call my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/dlrayburn" rel="nofollow"&gt;dlrayburn&lt;/a&gt; Does your wife ever get tired of all the phone calls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/dlrayburn"&gt;dlrayburn&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; For some reason when I see you on Twitter, I have a mixture of Barnum &amp;amp; Bailey theme songs and square dancing music feel my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/dlrayburn" rel="nofollow"&gt;dlrayburn&lt;/a&gt; Huh. What does one say to something like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/katdish"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; So now Twitter is telling me to switch to the new twitter or else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; Did you tell twitter that it's not the boss of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/katdish"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; You would think Twitter would know that by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/SBeeCreations" rel="nofollow"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; I'm stitching monster teeth right now. And yes, I'm wearing granny glasses while stitching. In my jammies. &lt;a class="tweet-url hashtag" title="#iamasighttobehold" href="http://www.blogger.com/search?q=%23iamasighttobehold" rel="nofollow" jquery1290789730687="19"&gt;#iamasighttobehold&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/kelybreez"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; You're a wonderful creation! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/kelybreez" rel="nofollow"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; I am proof that God has a silly sense of humor. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/katdish"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; Okay, this made me laugh. &lt;a class="tweet-url web" href="http://bit.ly/fLFMk0" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://bit.ly/fLFMk0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; *facepalm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/opossum" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="opossum Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f244/Jessglg5/opossum.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/marni71"&gt;marni71&lt;/a&gt; Chicken Soup for the Soul, Lower Back Pain. Wow, what's next--a Chicken Soup book for the hemmorhoid sufferer? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/marni71" rel="nofollow"&gt;marni71&lt;/a&gt; I hope so! I've already got it on my Christmas wish list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ones that are even longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/redclaydiaries"&gt;redclaydiaries&lt;/a&gt; Dear Pandora Radio, the only person allowed to sing The Hanukkah Song is Adam Sandler. &lt;a class="tweet-url hashtag" title="#neildiamondFAIL" href="http://www.blogger.com/search?q=%23neildiamondFAIL" rel="nofollow" jquery1290438037406="824"&gt;#neildiamondFAIL&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="tweet-url hashtag" title="#gonnahavenightmares" href="http://www.blogger.com/search?q=%23gonnahavenightmares" rel="nofollow" jquery1290438037406="825"&gt;#gonnahavenightmares&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/redclaydiaries" rel="nofollow"&gt;redclaydiaries&lt;/a&gt; GAAAA!!! There are two types of people in this world: Those who like Neil Diamond and those who don't. &lt;a class="tweet-url hashtag" title="#idonotlikehim" href="http://www.blogger.com/search?q=%23idonotlikehim" rel="nofollow" jquery1290438037406="823"&gt;#idonotlikehim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/redclaydiaries"&gt;redclaydiaries&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Me neither. Then hear him speak-sing "what a fine lookin' Jew" &amp;amp; you'll want to stick a skewer in ur ear. &lt;a class="tweet-url hashtag" title="#idonotlikehim" href="http://www.blogger.com/search?q=%23idonotlikehim" rel="nofollow" jquery1290438037406="822"&gt;#idonotlikehim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/redclaydiaries" rel="nofollow"&gt;redclaydiaries&lt;/a&gt; Just the thought of possibly hearing it some day makes me consider sticking a skewer in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/duane_scott"&gt;duane_scott&lt;/a&gt; Has anyone ever invented something to warm your toes in bed besides your spouse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/duane_scott" rel="nofollow"&gt;duane_scott&lt;/a&gt; Yes, they're called "socks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/duane_scott"&gt;duane_scott&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; I want something like an electric blanket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/duane_scott" rel="nofollow"&gt;duane_scott&lt;/a&gt; You will get nothing and like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/kelybreez" rel="nofollow"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; So did you eat the possum and ferret then? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/kelybreez"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Shoot, can't you wait for the stories? (I eat 'em if they're presented well.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/kelybreez" rel="nofollow"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; I don't wait well. I thought that was common knowledge. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/kelybreez"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; It is. But I like you anyway. Just ministering to your needs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/kelybreez" rel="nofollow"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; Hey, I never prayed for patience. I know how that turns out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Good morning! Do I smell turkey? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/saphyreplatypus"&gt;saphyreplatypus&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; oh, sorry, that was me &lt;a class="tweet-url hashtag" title="#excuseme" href="http://www.blogger.com/search?q=%23excuseme" rel="nofollow" jquery1290789730687="18"&gt;#excuseme&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/saphyreplatypus" rel="nofollow"&gt;saphyreplatypus&lt;/a&gt; Wow. You should really do something about that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/saphyreplatypus"&gt;saphyreplatypus&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; I know. Is it too late to blame the dog? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/saphyreplatypus" rel="nofollow"&gt;saphyreplatypus&lt;/a&gt; Yup. That train has left the station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/pagan43"&gt;pagan43&lt;/a&gt; Family tradition is to hang the raw turkey neck on the front door knob...Please do not ask. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/pagan43" rel="nofollow"&gt;pagan43&lt;/a&gt; How can you put a statement like that out there and then say, "Don't ask"? Well, I'm askin'. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/pagan43"&gt;pagan43&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Kids were out one Thsgv. Eve.We tied raw neck on door knob unscrewed light bulb and hid. Kid touched neck and screamed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/pagan43" rel="nofollow"&gt;pagan43&lt;/a&gt; Aahhhh... Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the 'why don't you just post the whole conversation' ones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/billycoffey" rel="nofollow"&gt;billycoffey&lt;/a&gt; Mornin'! How's your little corner of the world today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/billycoffey"&gt;billycoffey&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Quiet. Too quiet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/billycoffey" rel="nofollow"&gt;billycoffey&lt;/a&gt; Isn't that about the time that the zombies come out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/billycoffey"&gt;billycoffey&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Stop it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/billycoffey" rel="nofollow"&gt;billycoffey&lt;/a&gt; At least I didn't say zombie clowns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/billycoffey"&gt;billycoffey&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; You just did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/billycoffey" rel="nofollow"&gt;billycoffey&lt;/a&gt; Oops. Sunshine and rainbows! There, did that fix it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/dlrayburn"&gt;dlrayburn&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/makeadiff21" rel="nofollow"&gt;makeadiff21&lt;/a&gt; Me? Start trouble? Never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/dlrayburn" rel="nofollow"&gt;dlrayburn&lt;/a&gt; You know, those horns on your head are a dead giveaway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/dlrayburn"&gt;dlrayburn&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; You ought to see me with a goatee... my wife has forbade me from every growing one again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/dlrayburn" rel="nofollow"&gt;dlrayburn&lt;/a&gt; How do you keep your pointy tail hidden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/dlrayburn"&gt;dlrayburn&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; duck tape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/dlrayburn" rel="nofollow"&gt;dlrayburn&lt;/a&gt; Well there's a visual I didn't need...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well there you have it. You've made it through another Ho-down. Don't you feel like you can tackle anything now? Doesn't it just make you want to go to Walmart and do some Black Friday shopping? Yeah, me neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-2705984868651383645?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2705984868651383645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=2705984868651383645&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/2705984868651383645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/2705984868651383645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2010/11/twitter-ho-down-thanksgiving-edition.html' title='Twitter Ho-down - The Thanksgiving Edition'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/thanksgiving/th_turkeys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-9020655178707810292</id><published>2010-11-25T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T08:03:14.982-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gobble gobble'/><title type='text'>Don't open that refrigerator!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/thanksgiving/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ralph.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/thanksgiving/ralph.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Around this time every year, I start to get a craving. This is not just your regular have it once and you're satisfied cravings, but the kind where you aren't happy until you've consumed every bit of the item within a 5 mile radius. Yes, I start to crave turkey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've never understood the people who get tired of having turkey leftovers. And leftovers are a problem because...? Feel free to ship 'em my way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think my biggest problem is that I must rely on others for turkey. In all my years, I've never cooked a turkey. Thanksgiving is never at my house, so there's never been a need for me to give it a try. Ham, I've got down. Come over for Christmas or Easter and you're in for some pretty good ham. But don't expect an invite for Thanksgiving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So for now, I'm stuck begging for leftovers. Thanksgiving this year will be at my  house (due to a power outage at my folks house), but my mom will be coming over to make the turkey.  But I already have a scheme to enable my turkey hoarding. Of course, I want to keep as much turkey as possible, so I have devised a plan to cause a distraction so that no one will see me whisking away the turkey leftovers to be hidden in my own refrigerator.  That, and my folks don't have power, so there's no use in them taking home leftovers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For anyone else who might be cooking turkey for the first time, I found the following helpful video. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TxwI61FrK_w&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/TxwI61FrK_w&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;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-9020655178707810292?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/9020655178707810292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=9020655178707810292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/9020655178707810292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/9020655178707810292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2010/11/dont-open-that-refrigerator.html' title='Don&apos;t open that refrigerator!'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/thanksgiving/th_ralph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-843313563356963733</id><published>2010-11-20T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T20:48:47.652-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday silliness'/><title type='text'>Mahna Mahna</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, it's a little late, but it's still Saturday! Ready for some silliness? This week, it's Muppet silliness! Who doesn't love the Muppets? No, really. Who? So here's some Muppet fun for you - enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NA90IlymdZ4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NA90IlymdZ4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What, that isn't enough for you? Then why not head over to Kathy's blog and see what else you can find?  Go on.  It builds character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://katsmemes.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj57/mommacow39/smiley_face-1-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-843313563356963733?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/843313563356963733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=843313563356963733&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/843313563356963733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/843313563356963733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2010/11/mahna-mahna.html' title='Mahna Mahna'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-3963415091336204736</id><published>2010-11-19T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T08:45:04.812-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='another day another tweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>Enough seriousness - back to the Ho-down!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/twitter/?action=view&amp;amp;current=followme-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/twitter/followme-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello, and welcome to the return of the Twitter Ho-down. Feel free to make yourself comfy and sit a spell. No really, have a seat. This could take a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The one-liners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm... Diet Cherry Limeade... &lt;a class="tweet-url hashtag" title="#guesswhowenttoSonic" href="http://www.blogger.com/search?q=%23guesswhowenttoSonic" rel="nofollow" jquery1289937616640="965"&gt;#guesswhowenttoSonic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of leaving my body to science. Even scientists need a good laugh now and then. (RT @&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/funnyoneliners"&gt;funnyoneliners&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the opposite of psychic. I don't even know what I'm thinking. (RT @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/WendyLiebman" rel="nofollow"&gt;WendyLiebman&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salad I had for lunch just didn't do it for me. But I'm sure this chocolate chip cookie will make it all better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what game my boys are playing, but it includes the phrase, "follow the trail of farts." (RT @&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/stretchmarkmama"&gt;stretchmarkmama&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't proper grammar be used when belittling someone's intelligence? It seems like using poor grammar would diminish one's credibility. (RT @&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/jewda4"&gt;jewda4&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ones that are a little bit longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/SBeeCreations"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; For the love of all things holy, stop pinching me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/SBeeCreations" rel="nofollow"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; Nobody saw me do it. You can't prove anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/TheRustedChain"&gt;TheRustedChain&lt;/a&gt; *finally* carving pumpkins with my kids. &lt;a class="tweet-url hashtag" title="#MomOfTheYear" href="http://www.blogger.com/search?q=%23MomOfTheYear" rel="nofollow" jquery1289937616640="964"&gt;#MomOfTheYear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/TheRustedChain" rel="nofollow"&gt;TheRustedChain&lt;/a&gt; Because you finally found all the hidden Easter eggs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/The_BMG"&gt;The_BMG&lt;/a&gt; I thought when Twitter went to the New Twitter that there was going to be no more fail whales?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/The_BMG" rel="nofollow"&gt;The_BMG&lt;/a&gt; And lollipops for everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/The_BMG"&gt;The_BMG&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Definitely lollipops for everyone. They should get on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; I made tin can phones for my daughter last night. They're the best thing since sliced bread. Yup, I totally rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/saphyreplatypus"&gt;saphyreplatypus&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; I wrestled a coconut bra away from my daughter last night, and then my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/saphyreplatypus" rel="nofollow"&gt;saphyreplatypus&lt;/a&gt; Um... Can I borrow that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/WritingJoy"&gt;WritingJoy&lt;/a&gt; 3yo boy. shirtless. outside. 51 degrees. purse left in front yard. poop in backyard eaten by dog. Mom needs a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/WritingJoy" rel="nofollow"&gt;WritingJoy&lt;/a&gt; There's just not enough Calgon in the world to take you away from this one, is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fJsnR-KDbFc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fJsnR-KDbFc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/katdish"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; "That's weird. Never seen an urinal in the Ladies Room before. Wait! I'm in the MENS room!" - Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; You take all the best field trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/katdish"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; I do, don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/pagan43" rel="nofollow"&gt;pagan43&lt;/a&gt; What's the word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/pagan43"&gt;pagan43&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Bird Bird Bird is the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/pagan43" rel="nofollow"&gt;pagan43&lt;/a&gt; You know that song is going to be stuck in my brain now, don't you? &lt;a class="tweet-url web" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0sMB6dye29Q" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0sMB6dye29Q&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0sMB6dye29Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0sMB6dye29Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Is it just me, or does anyone else think that if we panned down on @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/kelybreez" rel="nofollow"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt;'s avatar we'd see that he's on a skateboard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/kelybreez"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Am not. I've got it under my arm, &amp;amp; sitting on a great dane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/kelybreez" rel="nofollow"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; Silly me for not realizing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/duane_scott"&gt;duane_scott&lt;/a&gt; The past week has been amazing! There were times when I had to ask SG to pinch me so I knew it was real.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/makeadiff21"&gt;makeadiff21&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/duane_scott" rel="nofollow"&gt;duane_scott&lt;/a&gt; TWSS :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/duane_scott" rel="nofollow"&gt;duane_scott&lt;/a&gt; Okay, there are some things you just don't need to share with the rest of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/billycoffey"&gt;billycoffey&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/CandySteele" rel="nofollow"&gt;CandySteele&lt;/a&gt; I don't think there's such a thing as the billy coffey fan club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/billycoffey" rel="nofollow"&gt;billycoffey&lt;/a&gt; Then why am I wearing the t-shirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Why yes, I am listening to Christmas music. And?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/kelybreez"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; That's illegal until 8pm on Thanksgiving night. I thought everyone knew this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/kelybreez" rel="nofollow"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; I'm a rebel, Kely. A loner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/kelybreez"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/Helenatrandom" rel="nofollow"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/billycoffey" rel="nofollow"&gt;billycoffey&lt;/a&gt; Ok. There's my flurry of tweets for a while. Now back to the false world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/kelybreez" rel="nofollow"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; I'll miss you terribly and think of you often. Or is it miss you often and think of you terribly? Yeah, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/duane_scott"&gt;duane_scott&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/dlrayburn" rel="nofollow"&gt;dlrayburn&lt;/a&gt; what?! There is nothing wrong with kissing, Dusty... &lt;a class="tweet-url hashtag" title="#reallyweirdtweet" href="http://www.blogger.com/search?q=%23reallyweirdtweet" rel="nofollow" jquery1289938699638="838"&gt;#reallyweirdtweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/dlrayburn"&gt;dlrayburn&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/duane_scott" rel="nofollow"&gt;duane_scott&lt;/a&gt; I'm so glad you put the comma in that last tweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/dlrayburn" rel="nofollow"&gt;dlrayburn&lt;/a&gt; *snort* (@&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/duane_scott" rel="nofollow"&gt;duane_scott&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/duane_scott"&gt;duane_scott&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; you favorited my tweet? You little twert!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/duane_scott" rel="nofollow"&gt;duane_scott&lt;/a&gt; Twert? Do I need to slap you for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/katdish"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; I love the twitter, but sometimes I read people's tweets and think, "Why would you tweet something like that? You can't take it back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; Are you talking about my tweets again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/redclaydiaries"&gt;redclaydiaries&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Hey! I want my two dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/redclaydiaries" rel="nofollow"&gt;redclaydiaries&lt;/a&gt; Didn't ask for a dime. Two dollars. Plus tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ones that are even longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/dlrayburn"&gt;dlrayburn&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; just favorited your tweet: @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/duane_scott" rel="nofollow"&gt;duane_scott&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/dlrayburn" rel="nofollow"&gt;dlrayburn&lt;/a&gt; Stalking my favorites now, are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/dlrayburn"&gt;dlrayburn&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Don't get TOO excited. It's a new feature of Tweetdeck. It shows who favorites your tweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/dlrayburn" rel="nofollow"&gt;dlrayburn&lt;/a&gt; Oh Dusty, you don't need to make up some silly story like that to hide the fact that you're stalking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; A serious post from me?! What's this world coming to? &lt;a class="tweet-url web" href="http://tinyurl.com/2bcmzqz" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://tinyurl.com/2bcmzqz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/SBeeCreations"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Don't faint - I commented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/SBeeCreations" rel="nofollow"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; GAAAAA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/SBeeCreations"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; I know, it's shocking. Then again, you're the one that wrote the serious post on a Friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/SBeeCreations" rel="nofollow"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; Clearly it is the end of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/SBeeCreations"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; Yes! RT“@&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/AmberStrocel" rel="nofollow"&gt;AmberStrocel&lt;/a&gt;: Dear family: it is not necessary to engage me in conversation when I'm in the bathroom. Really.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/SBeeCreations" rel="nofollow"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; My rear end hitting the toilet seat seems to be a memory trigger for my daughter and she MUST show/tell me things right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/WritingJoy"&gt;WritingJoy&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/SBeeCreations" rel="nofollow"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; You too? The world always comes to a screeching halt if I head to the jon or to the basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/WritingJoy" rel="nofollow"&gt;WritingJoy&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/SBeeCreations" rel="nofollow"&gt;SBeeCreations&lt;/a&gt; Yup. I'm to the point that I don't know if I can make a decision or fully inspect anything unless I'm pottying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/saphyreplatypus"&gt;saphyreplatypus&lt;/a&gt; Another one bites the dust... r.i.p. "Princess George Monster Truck" fish. (yes the kiddos named him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/saphyreplatypus" rel="nofollow"&gt;saphyreplatypus&lt;/a&gt; Burial at sea/toilet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/saphyreplatypus"&gt;saphyreplatypus&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; all drains lead to the ocean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/saphyreplatypus" rel="nofollow"&gt;saphyreplatypus&lt;/a&gt; Just keep swimming, just keep swimming... Oh, wait. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the 'why don't you just post the whole conversation' ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/WritingJoy"&gt;WritingJoy&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Good morning! What are you up to today? I'm supervising a shirtless underwearless 3yo. I know you're jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/WritingJoy" rel="nofollow"&gt;WritingJoy&lt;/a&gt; Yea! Naked day at your house! My daughter never understood why she had to put clothes on if we had company coming over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/WritingJoy"&gt;WritingJoy&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Yes, my kids love nudity. Also, ignoring closed bathroom doors. They are invitations to barge on in. &lt;a class="tweet-url hashtag" title="#whatisprivacy" href="http://www.blogger.com/search?q=%23whatisprivacy" rel="nofollow" jquery1289939267661="864"&gt;#whatisprivacy&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/WritingJoy" rel="nofollow"&gt;WritingJoy&lt;/a&gt; Remember what it was like before kids when the bathroom was really a restroom? Yeah, me neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/WritingJoy"&gt;WritingJoy&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Bathrooms are restrooms? I thought they were cheerleader training. "Poop goes in the potty! Poop goes in the potty! Hip hip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/WritingJoy" rel="nofollow"&gt;WritingJoy&lt;/a&gt; My daughter never truly appreciated my potty song and dance I'd do for her. She's 8 now, so maybe I should try it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/WritingJoy" rel="nofollow"&gt;WritingJoy&lt;/a&gt; Just for the record, she still doesn't appreciate it. Artists are never truly appreciated during their lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/Helenatrandom" rel="nofollow"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; What did you do to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Last week Saturday I dropped a 300 pound man on my right foot. It didn't swell, but it took a few days to turn blueish purple..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/Helenatrandom" rel="nofollow"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; Are you going to have a doctor take a look at it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; I might. I hate to go in for nothing though... You know what I mean? If it's just bruised toes, there is nothing he can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/CandySteele" rel="nofollow"&gt;CandySteele&lt;/a&gt; If it swells any more or gets any more colorful, I may just give the doctor the privilege of seeing my nekkid foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/Helenatrandom" rel="nofollow"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; Doctors would line up for that privilege!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; I KNOW! My feet are the hotttest part of my body. Really. There is a reason I must use three "t"s in "hottt"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/Helenatrandom" rel="nofollow"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; Because 2 't's just wouldn't do your feet justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; But then, that was before the pretty colors and the swollen toe... I haven't figured out whether that adds or decreases value...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/Helenatrandom" rel="nofollow"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; Not really sure either. I mean, what happens when you mess with perfection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/candysteele" rel="nofollow"&gt;candysteele&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; 4 fractures, 3 toes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/Helenatrandom" rel="nofollow"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; Will this curb your 'dropping men on your feet' habit then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/kelybreez"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/Helenatrandom" rel="nofollow"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; Put that man down right now! It's always funny until someone gets hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/kelybreez" rel="nofollow"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; I know.... But at least HE didn't get hurt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/CandySteele"&gt;CandySteele&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/Helenatrandom" rel="nofollow"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; Is it ok for you to walk on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/CandySteele" rel="nofollow"&gt;CandySteele&lt;/a&gt; I'm supposed to stay off of it. And use my Momma's walker, though I think the cane would be better....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/CandySteele"&gt;CandySteele&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/Helenatrandom" rel="nofollow"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; either one would work - what ever makes it hurt the least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/Helenatrandom" rel="nofollow"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; I think you should just put your throne on a litter and get carried around everywhere by you man slaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/br8kthru"&gt;br8kthru&lt;/a&gt; Pray for me please. I'm going soon to sing the national anthem &amp;amp; Alaska state song at a banquet. Never done either in public before! Ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/br8kthru" rel="nofollow"&gt;br8kthru&lt;/a&gt; Will you be wearing your lucky sweater vest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/br8kthru"&gt;br8kthru&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; no sweater vest today. Dang! I knew I forgot something! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/br8kthru" rel="nofollow"&gt;br8kthru&lt;/a&gt; This is not looking good for you then. ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/br8kthru"&gt;br8kthru&lt;/a&gt; I made it! They may have been able to see my pit stains from the back row, but it went well! Thanks for the prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/br8kthru" rel="nofollow"&gt;br8kthru&lt;/a&gt; Was there ever really any doubt? About your singing, I mean. Not about whether or not they'd see your pit stains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey, thanks for coming!  Hope you enjoyed it.  Don't forget to tip your waitresses!  Or me.  Yeah, forget the waitresses.  Just send money directly to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-3963415091336204736?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3963415091336204736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=3963415091336204736&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/3963415091336204736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/3963415091336204736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2010/11/enough-seriousness-back-to-ho-down.html' title='Enough seriousness - back to the Ho-down!'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/twitter/th_followme-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-7879272398295928858</id><published>2010-11-12T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T09:27:28.358-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='censorship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discernment'/><title type='text'>What Amazon doesn't understand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you've been on the internet in the last couple of days, I'm sure you've come across the news about Amazon selling a book that's a guide for pedophiles. After a huge outcry (and I'm guessing a fear of losing business at Christmastime), Amazon pulled said book from its site. They &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/40137046/ns/technology_and_science-security"&gt;didn't pull the other items on their site that promote this vile practice&lt;/a&gt; though. Why would Amazon keep other items on their site that are so abhorrent? That seek to steal and maim the innocence of young children and forever taint their view of themselves and the world around them? Although my guess is that it all comes down to the almighty buck, they drum it up to one thing: Censorship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazon claims that if they don't sell these items, that it's censorship. They seem to view themselves as the bastion of free speech and liberty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think they've got it all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this country, we have the right to say/write/think pretty much anything that tickles our fancy. If someone tries to stop us from doing these things, then we are being censored. That's pretty straightforward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's where Amazon gets it wrong.  Choosing not to sell an item is not censorship, it's using discernment.  Every day we have to make choices.  To differentiate between right and wrong.  To take the high road or the low road.  The choices we make say a lot about who we are and the character we embrace.  This is true not just for individuals, but for companies, too.  Just because you're a large corporation doesn't mean that you're free from having to make a distinction between that which is acceptable and that which is repugnant.  Deciding not to sell a book does not keep the author from writing it, it keeps you from being a used as a megaphone to promote activities that are illegal and deplorable.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What are your choices saying about you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-7879272398295928858?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7879272398295928858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=7879272398295928858&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/7879272398295928858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/7879272398295928858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-amazon-doesnt-understand.html' title='What Amazon doesn&apos;t understand'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-5879144216332759972</id><published>2010-11-06T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T07:53:50.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday silliness'/><title type='text'>He's only mostly dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Saturday all! My all-time favorite movie is The Princess Bride. Love. It. So today, I'm sharing a clip from it for you all to enjoy. I'm a giver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6GrYNaaYSjs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6GrYNaaYSjs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now doesn't that make you want to go watch the entire movie? Yup, that's what I'll be doing later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ready for some more fun? Why not head over to Kathy's blog and see what's going on over there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://katsmemes.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj57/mommacow39/smiley_face-1-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-5879144216332759972?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5879144216332759972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=5879144216332759972&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/5879144216332759972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/5879144216332759972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2010/11/hes-only-mostly-dead.html' title='He&apos;s only mostly dead'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-3758701061813004670</id><published>2010-11-05T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T15:54:06.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='another day another tweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>Can one Hokey Pokey in a Snuggie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=blogging3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 373px; HEIGHT: 291px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/blog/blogging3.jpg" width="351" height="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello and welcome to another episode of the Twitter Ho-down! Grab your popcorn, sit back and enjoy! Or rock back and forth, slapping your forehead, trying to find your happy place. Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The one-liners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a whole lot of nothing to say today. If it weren't for Twitter, I might not have an outlet for that. (RT @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/FlyoverJoel" rel="nofollow"&gt;FlyoverJoel&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining here in Washington. Go ahead. Be shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing Cribbage against the computer. The computer totally cheats. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; I went to Tuesday Morning today. Saw lots of crap. Be expecting a large package soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hit the control key but I'm still not in control. (RT @&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/funnyoneliners"&gt;funnyoneliners&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CANDY CORN!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ones that are a little bit longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/duane_scott"&gt;duane_scott&lt;/a&gt; I just scared up a whole village of dust bunnies while moving my bedroom furniture for the first time in 12 years. Some of them were BIG! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/duane_scott" rel="nofollow"&gt;duane_scott&lt;/a&gt; With big sharp pointy teeth? Did they jump?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/Brian_Russell"&gt;Brian_Russell&lt;/a&gt; Be honest, who's got a candy-coma? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/Brian_Russell" rel="nofollow"&gt;Brian_Russell&lt;/a&gt; Not me. But if I find candy corn later today at half price? You betcha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Okay, time for me to make like a tree and get out of here. &lt;a class="tweet-url hashtag" title="#ilovebacktothefuture" href="http://www.blogger.com/search?q=%23ilovebacktothefuture" rel="nofollow" jquery1288968775275="824"&gt;#ilovebacktothefuture&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/JeffHolton"&gt;JeffHolton&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Is there something wrong with the Earth's gravitational pull in the future? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/JeffHolton" rel="nofollow"&gt;JeffHolton&lt;/a&gt; That's heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/br8kthru"&gt;br8kthru&lt;/a&gt; Juneau is wet, cold &amp;amp; rainy today. In other shocking news, my gym bag smells terribly of stale sweat. Just keeping you informed. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/br8kthru" rel="nofollow"&gt;br8kthru&lt;/a&gt; Thank you for the information. I'm waiting with bated breath for your toenail clipping update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/ImAPennyPincher"&gt;ImAPennyPincher&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Just read your blog. I now have to clean my laptop screen. You need warning labels. *Do not drink while reading this blog* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/ImAPennyPincher" rel="nofollow"&gt;ImAPennyPincher&lt;/a&gt; You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/WritingJoy"&gt;WritingJoy&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; I'm about to take a shower. &lt;a class="tweet-url hashtag" title="#YesThisIsNoteworthy" href="http://www.blogger.com/search?q=%23YesThisIsNoteworthy" rel="nofollow" jquery1288968775275="780"&gt;#YesThisIsNoteworthy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="tweet-url hashtag" title="#SadCommentaryOnMyLife" href="http://www.blogger.com/search?q=%23SadCommentaryOnMyLife" rel="nofollow" jquery1288968775275="781"&gt;#SadCommentaryOnMyLife&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/WritingJoy" rel="nofollow"&gt;WritingJoy&lt;/a&gt; Good luck. We're all counting on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/katdish"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; HA! Awesome //RT @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/BryanEdHill" rel="nofollow"&gt;BryanEdHill&lt;/a&gt;: Going trick or treating...I'm a ceiling fan &lt;a class="tweet-url web" href="http://plixi.com/p/53914550" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://plixi.com/p/53914550&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; Now that's funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/halloween/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ceilingfancostume.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 353px; HEIGHT: 483px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/halloween/ceilingfancostume.jpg" width="352" height="541" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/kelybreez"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Dreams with barking chickens always go south soon after. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/kelybreez" rel="nofollow"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; Are you speaking in code again? The duck flies at midnight. The chandelier is tilted. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/kelybreez"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Are u serious? Duck AND chandelier?! It's upon us then. Tell @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/Helenatrandom" rel="nofollow"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; and load up the decomfobulinemoncer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/saphyreplatypus"&gt;saphyreplatypus&lt;/a&gt; Almost party time, daughter is so excited she gets to hit her pinata today. :-) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/saphyreplatypus" rel="nofollow"&gt;saphyreplatypus&lt;/a&gt; Won't it be nice to see the thing you spent so many hours making being beaten to a pulp in mere minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ones that are even longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/dlrayburn"&gt;dlrayburn&lt;/a&gt; RT @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt;: Happy Blogaversary to me! A special Twitter Ho-down post. &lt;a class="tweet-url web" href="http://tinyurl.com/2emjrhw" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://tinyurl.com/2emjrhw&lt;/a&gt; //I'm Ho-Down Fodder. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/dlrayburn" rel="nofollow"&gt;dlrayburn&lt;/a&gt; Would you really have it any other way?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/dlrayburn"&gt;dlrayburn&lt;/a&gt; Not really...the ho-down is like the tabloids at the checkout line. You can't help but look.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/dlrayburn" rel="nofollow"&gt;dlrayburn&lt;/a&gt; Really? I always thought of it more like a train wreck. You just can't look away... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/redclaydiaries"&gt;redclaydiaries&lt;/a&gt; Reporting from the skating rink, den of tween hormones, 4 a bday party. Stay tuned for people-watching &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/redclaydiaries" rel="nofollow"&gt;redclaydiaries&lt;/a&gt; Please tell me you're wearing sequins... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/redclaydiaries"&gt;redclaydiaries&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; I didn't have any sequins that matched my skating skirt. In other news, IT'S TIME FOR THE HOKEY POKEY!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/redclaydiaries" rel="nofollow"&gt;redclaydiaries&lt;/a&gt; It really IS what it's all about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/duane_scott"&gt;duane_scott&lt;/a&gt; What did everyone dress up as tonight?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/WritingJoy"&gt;WritingJoy&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/duane_scott" rel="nofollow"&gt;duane_scott&lt;/a&gt; I am going to be @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; for Halloween - she wears pajamas all day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/WritingJoy" rel="nofollow"&gt;WritingJoy&lt;/a&gt; I think that's a fabulous idea! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/WritingJoy"&gt;WritingJoy&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; What can I say? You're my hero! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/WritingJoy" rel="nofollow"&gt;WritingJoy&lt;/a&gt; No autographs, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Morning all! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/fishythoughts"&gt;fishythoughts&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; No thanks, already had one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/fishythoughts" rel="nofollow"&gt;fishythoughts&lt;/a&gt; Crazy future person! Why do you taunt me so?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/fishythoughts"&gt;fishythoughts&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Those who live only in the past will have no future &lt;a class="tweet-url hashtag" title="#mysteriouscrapsaidbyafish" href="http://www.blogger.com/search?q=%23mysteriouscrapsaidbyafish" rel="nofollow" jquery1288984926313="18"&gt;#mysteriouscrapsaidbyafish&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/fishythoughts" rel="nofollow"&gt;fishythoughts&lt;/a&gt; Someone should be glad I don't eat seafood and it's you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Okay, what's the word? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/saphyreplatypus"&gt;saphyreplatypus&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; supercalifragilisticexpialadocious &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/saphyreplatypus" rel="nofollow"&gt;saphyreplatypus&lt;/a&gt; Good word. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/saphyreplatypus"&gt;saphyreplatypus&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; I was feeling a little precocious.;-) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/saphyreplatypus" rel="nofollow"&gt;saphyreplatypus&lt;/a&gt; You know, there's a cure for that. You even get to take it with a spoonful of sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the 'why don't you just post the whole conversation' ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/kelybreez"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; Twitter peeps. I love words. What's your favorite word in the English language that's starts w/ 3rd letter of your first name? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/kelybreez"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/kelybreez" rel="nofollow"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; Mine is "lepidoptera." Or maybe "loquacious." Wait, maybe it's "lettuce." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/kelybreez" rel="nofollow"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; Why are you talking to yourself? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/kelybreez" rel="nofollow"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; Nincompoop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/kelybreez"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; I'm talking to myself to keep my tweet from also going to facebook. @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/s" rel="nofollow"&gt;s&lt;/a&gt; don't forward to fb. I could always @ you, if you'd like. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/kelybreez"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Favorite word starting w/ the 3rd letter of your first name? Or are u calling me that? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/kelybreez" rel="nofollow"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; Wouldn't you like to know? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/TchrEric"&gt;TchrEric&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/kelybreez" rel="nofollow"&gt;kelybreez&lt;/a&gt; From some of the conversations around here I'd say that @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; was doing both... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/TchrEric" rel="nofollow"&gt;TchrEric&lt;/a&gt; It's like you know me... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/duane_scott"&gt;duane_scott&lt;/a&gt; I just learned that titilating is a word. I just became titilated. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/pagan43"&gt;pagan43&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/duane_scott" rel="nofollow"&gt;duane_scott&lt;/a&gt; We are to presume you know the meaning of your new word . Hint...it has nothing to do with udders. &lt;a class="tweet-url hashtag" title="#titilating" href="http://www.blogger.com/search?q=%23titilating" rel="nofollow" jquery1288970076183="769"&gt;#titilating&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/duane_scott" rel="nofollow"&gt;duane_scott&lt;/a&gt; In public?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/duane_scott"&gt;duane_scott&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/marni71" rel="nofollow"&gt;marni71&lt;/a&gt; it's not a bad word! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/duane_scott" rel="nofollow"&gt;duane_scott&lt;/a&gt; *snort* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/pagan43"&gt;pagan43&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/duane_scott" rel="nofollow"&gt;duane_scott&lt;/a&gt; You keep confusing me with @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/marni71" rel="nofollow"&gt;marni71&lt;/a&gt;. I am Kristi, The one with the Water Shack getaway place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/pagan43" rel="nofollow"&gt;pagan43&lt;/a&gt; That's what happens when one over titilates. (@&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/duane_scott" rel="nofollow"&gt;duane_scott&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; Someone needs a Snuggie... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/katdish"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; No snuggie for me, but I think I found one for @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/Helenatrandom" rel="nofollow"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="tweet-url web" href="http://plixi.com/p/53813451" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://plixi.com/p/53813451&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/just%20plain%20weird/?action=view&amp;amp;current=snuggie.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 485px; HEIGHT: 377px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/just%20plain%20weird/snuggie.jpg" width="534" height="388" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; That totally looks like @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/Helenatrandom" rel="nofollow"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt;! She's a wild woman, she is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/katdish" rel="nofollow"&gt;katdish&lt;/a&gt; Perfect! A snuggie to match my undies!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/Helenatrandom" rel="nofollow"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; On the days you're not going commando anyway. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/Helenatrandom"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/weightwhat" rel="nofollow"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; Shhhh..... Not everyone here knows about that... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/weightwhat"&gt;weightwhat&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://www.blogger.com/Helenatrandom" rel="nofollow"&gt;Helenatrandom&lt;/a&gt; Oops... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Taa-daa! No applause, just throw money. Now get on out there and get to tweeting! I'll be watching...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-3758701061813004670?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3758701061813004670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=3758701061813004670&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/3758701061813004670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/3758701061813004670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2010/11/can-one-hokey-pokey-in-snuggie.html' title='Can one Hokey Pokey in a Snuggie?'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/blog/th_blogging3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-1632497300715856000</id><published>2010-11-02T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T05:00:04.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vote'/><title type='text'>Is it tomorrow yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One more day. Just one more day. Then we can start watching tv and answering our phones again. You know what I'm talking about. Political ads. Just one more day until the blissful return of commercials for toys and denture cream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As for today, did you vote? If not, why? You really should get out there and vote. Unless, of course, your political views differ from mine. Then feel free to stay home. It's the right thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SkzV5AIK8iM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SkzV5AIK8iM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/7741682252149648508-1632497300715856000?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1632497300715856000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=1632497300715856000&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/1632497300715856000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/1632497300715856000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2010/11/is-it-tomorrow-yet.html' title='Is it tomorrow yet?'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-1836582280750750914</id><published>2010-11-01T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T06:38:20.546-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is funny'/><title type='text'>Life is Funny - Number 3's</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lifeisfunny.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/lifeisfunny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before we go any further...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N3ZIxjJQHP4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N3ZIxjJQHP4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moms totally get this. Poop explosions. How does such a tiny little body hold so much poop?! When I was a baby, my parents couldn't leave the house without at least two changes of clothes for me. And I'm not just talking about tops and bottoms, they had to bring extra shoes and socks, too. Because without fail, as soon as we'd leave the house, there would be a number 3 that would fill every nook and cranny within 5 yards of my little butt. The stories are legendary and many. And although I can't prove it, I believe that my mom wished upon me a child who would do the same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She got her wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My daughter was a butt explosion waiting to happen, preferably at the most inopportune time. Waiting in line for a picture with Santa? Check. Mommy just used the last diaper while out running errands? Check. In the middle of a diaper change when her legs were pulled up in the air? Check. Don't think that I didn't pass along a mother's wish to my daughter. Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, what number 3 stories do you have to tell? Feel free to put them in the comment section. Or better yet, blog about it and link it up to my blog carnival below! And don't forget to link back here, huh? Don't make me wish number 3's on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=weightwhat&amp;amp;postid=01Nov2010&amp;amp;meme=1967"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-1836582280750750914?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1836582280750750914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=1836582280750750914&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/1836582280750750914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/1836582280750750914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-is-funny-number-3s.html' title='Life is Funny - Number 3&apos;s'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-8507204600501285224</id><published>2010-10-30T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T08:30:15.006-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday silliness'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween! Give me candy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy day before Halloween! For today's Saturday Silliness, I've found a video that I think is really cool. I've seen fun Christmas light shows before, but a Halloween light show? Nope, this is the first. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/INsSU8Jnx-4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/INsSU8Jnx-4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Someone has a lot of time on their hands! I wonder what the neighbors think of all this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now if you're ready for more silliness, why not check out Kathy's blog? You like silly, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://katsmemes.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj57/mommacow39/smiley_face-1-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741682252149648508-8507204600501285224?l=weightwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/8507204600501285224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741682252149648508&amp;postID=8507204600501285224&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/8507204600501285224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741682252149648508/posts/default/8507204600501285224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween-give-me-candy.html' title='Happy Halloween! Give me candy.'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuPVTG_bBc8/SQyduE440cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6g52JXwoMYE/S220/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741682252149648508.post-3069779704893499519</id><published>2010-10-29T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T07:27:15.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='another day another tweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>Happy Blogaversary to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=blog-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 253px; HEIGHT: 186px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff317/mommy2charisse/blog/blog-1.jpg" width="253" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Blogaversary to me! Yup, I've been writing (or neglecting) my blog for the past 2 years now. Can you believe it? So let's celebrate with a Twitter Ho-down post, huh? Oh, and feel free to send large gifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The one-liners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There aren't many Halloween carols, so I usually just stand outside my neighbor's window and hum the Jaws theme. (RT @&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/badbanana"&gt;badbanana&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing tastes better than losing weight feels. Except doughnuts. (RT @&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/thepioneerwoman"&gt;thepioneerwoman&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Customer Service: 
