<?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-1172577</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:17:44.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Cheese... Now Smile!</title><subtitle type='html'>I love sunshine, lolipops, and puppies in baskets. I'll love you too if you're nice to me...  

&lt;br&gt;I tend to be easy like that.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683617531171783129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RZR6WO7a8p4/ThqcLrFX89I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Qs9EpNzXHCQ/s220/photo%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1244</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-5232268520612408578</id><published>2011-09-10T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T21:54:16.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Goodness...</title><summary type='text'>N: So how was your weekend?J: Eh.  I had dinner with my ex-girlfriend tonight and things didn't go well.N: Aww... I'm sorry to hear that.  But how was the rest of your weekend?J: Awesome!!N: Oh really?  How so?J: I had great sex!!N: Um... so why are you talking to me?J: She was just a friend!!Welcome to my dating life. Its funny, when I told my friend about "J" and his weekend activities she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/5232268520612408578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=5232268520612408578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/5232268520612408578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/5232268520612408578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2011/09/give-it-up-i-bad-hot-witch-but-with.html' title='Oh Goodness...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683617531171783129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RZR6WO7a8p4/ThqcLrFX89I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Qs9EpNzXHCQ/s220/photo%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-3401044595777095334</id><published>2011-08-17T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T02:11:20.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Lived Our Lives in Fear!</title><summary type='text'>Tonight, I had dinner with one of my dearest friends from college/high school and whenever we get together, we have these moments that prove why we are friends.  For example:N: Oh, I hate those shows that made me cry!  My mom wanted me to watch that one show... uh... the one with the.. uh...J:  The houses!N: YES!  Extreme Makeover Home Edition!*high five*See.  We're awesome like that.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/3401044595777095334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=3401044595777095334&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/3401044595777095334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/3401044595777095334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-lived-our-lives-in-fear.html' title='We Lived Our Lives in Fear!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683617531171783129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RZR6WO7a8p4/ThqcLrFX89I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Qs9EpNzXHCQ/s220/photo%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-7618085743351596378</id><published>2011-06-30T23:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T23:32:59.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey baby girl watcha doin tonight...</title><summary type='text'>Dinner with my Cousin and his family...Cousin:  So you didn't come to the party cause you had to get freaky.Me: No.  It was a first date.  Freaky doesn't happen till the 3rd.  I'M KIDDING!!!Cousin: No.  That's what I hear happens.  3rd date is when it goes down.looks at his 9 year old daughter "Cousin: Not until 10th date!  No!!! WEDDING NIGHT!!"Niece: "What am I waiting for?"Cousin: "Nothing!!!!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/7618085743351596378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=7618085743351596378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/7618085743351596378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/7618085743351596378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2011/06/hey-baby-girl-watcha-doin-tonight.html' title='Hey baby girl watcha doin tonight...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683617531171783129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RZR6WO7a8p4/ThqcLrFX89I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Qs9EpNzXHCQ/s220/photo%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-4253748637767901789</id><published>2011-05-24T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T19:09:30.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunited and it Feels so Good?</title><summary type='text'>The thing about working in such a popular place is that you're bound to run into folks.  A couple of days ago I was in the park actually playing with friends and I recognized some old acquaintances from college.  Back then they were dating and now they were married with their newborn baby girl in the stroller.   So of course, I say HI and coo over their new family.  We talk about the good old </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/4253748637767901789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=4253748637767901789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/4253748637767901789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/4253748637767901789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2011/05/reunited-and-it-feels-so-good.html' title='Reunited and it Feels so Good?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683617531171783129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RZR6WO7a8p4/ThqcLrFX89I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Qs9EpNzXHCQ/s220/photo%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-4529050094884122710</id><published>2011-05-22T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T18:57:23.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Guess I Shoulda Known by the Way You Parked Your Car Sideways That It Wouldn't Last</title><summary type='text'>It's not a suprpise by those who know me, but I admit, I'm not the best driver.  There are 2 things going against me.  I'm Asian and I'm a female.  I'm not one for racial and sexist stereotypes, but in this case, I fit it to the T.  And I really do try to be a better driver.  And while the last accident I had was actually my fault, the previous 2 before that weren't my bad at all.  The one before</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/4529050094884122710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=4529050094884122710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/4529050094884122710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/4529050094884122710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-guess-i-shoulda-known-by-way-you.html' title='I Guess I Shoulda Known by the Way You Parked Your Car Sideways That It Wouldn&apos;t Last'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683617531171783129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RZR6WO7a8p4/ThqcLrFX89I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Qs9EpNzXHCQ/s220/photo%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-6743323620151999922</id><published>2011-05-22T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T11:45:26.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Backstreet's Back.  Alright!</title><summary type='text'>Idle threats idle threats.  But after a long conversation in the predawn hours post Rapture and thinking about it more and more the last couple of days, I am determined to blog more.  Its crazy to think that I started this in 2000.  11 Years!?!   What happened?  I used to be so cute and adventurous... Now I'm just a sad shell of what used to be.Kidding!!So Nicole, how has it been lately you ask?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/6743323620151999922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=6743323620151999922&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/6743323620151999922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/6743323620151999922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2011/05/backstreets-back-alright.html' title='Backstreet&apos;s Back.  Alright!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683617531171783129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RZR6WO7a8p4/ThqcLrFX89I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Qs9EpNzXHCQ/s220/photo%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-3026339137689476812</id><published>2011-01-11T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T23:50:18.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no....</title><summary type='text'>K: You went to the forest? OOOOHH I wanna go to the forest! Did you  lay in  a patch of flowers with your boyfriend and pretend you're Bella?"N: Oh yeah... I made him wear some Victoria Secret lotion so that he would be all sparkly.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/3026339137689476812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=3026339137689476812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/3026339137689476812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/3026339137689476812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-no.html' title='Oh no....'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683617531171783129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RZR6WO7a8p4/ThqcLrFX89I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Qs9EpNzXHCQ/s220/photo%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-4249930659469234137</id><published>2010-07-23T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T00:06:54.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my...</title><summary type='text'>N:                         ASSHOLE!!!  You sent me porn!!!                                           H:                         click on it...I nearly laughed my ass off at the  welcome picture!!!!                                           N:                         Its like the guys in the middle are saying "its  like I'm having sexy time... with myself!!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/4249930659469234137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=4249930659469234137&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/4249930659469234137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/4249930659469234137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-my.html' title='Oh my...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683617531171783129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RZR6WO7a8p4/ThqcLrFX89I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Qs9EpNzXHCQ/s220/photo%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-6145280210804967275</id><published>2010-05-05T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T00:10:16.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Sh*t  is Bananas</title><summary type='text'>Happy Cinco de Mayo kids!!  I know... broken promises.  I said I would blog more, but obviously I'm not.  I know... I suck.  But maybe its better this way.  I'm not forced to think so hard during the day and when I do, its like a treat for both of us.   Yes?  Yes.Anyways, keeping with my lifelong theme of "did this really happen to me?" after having dinner with my sister, we ended up at Target.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/6145280210804967275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=6145280210804967275&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/6145280210804967275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/6145280210804967275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-sht-is-bananas.html' title='This Sh*t  is Bananas'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683617531171783129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RZR6WO7a8p4/ThqcLrFX89I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Qs9EpNzXHCQ/s220/photo%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-1925277710905344106</id><published>2009-11-17T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T23:36:26.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uber Geek Out with Mr. Black...</title><summary type='text'>Nicole: Mr. Miyagi cannot beat Yoda. ONLY BECAUSE Yoda has the force on his side.CB: LAME LAME LAME LAME LAME. heck noN: Yoda trained Luke to raise his ship out of the swamp. Miyagi only tained Dainel to beat the Kobra Kai. You're talking SUPER NATURAL FORCES here.CB: hello, they went to the golf n stuff in Downey, I've been there. I've never been to no stupid outer spaceN: I'm fairly sure Miyagi</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/1925277710905344106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=1925277710905344106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/1925277710905344106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/1925277710905344106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2009/11/uber-geek-out-with-mr-black.html' title='Uber Geek Out with Mr. Black...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05683617531171783129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RZR6WO7a8p4/ThqcLrFX89I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Qs9EpNzXHCQ/s220/photo%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-9099679166475515640</id><published>2009-08-26T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T01:44:54.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Q: How many emo kids does it take to screw in a lightbulb? A: None. They'd rather sit in the dark and cry.</title><summary type='text'>I've said it once and I'll say it again... "its been a while dear blog."  This time though I'm convinced that the word "blog" is just echoing in the abyss cause goodness knows who still reads this thing.  "blog... log... log... log...."Let's keep on truckin, shall we?EEEK!  I guess its been so long that I've done this that my typing fast is causing my laptop to make little demon noises.  Sort of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/9099679166475515640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=9099679166475515640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/9099679166475515640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/9099679166475515640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2009/08/q-how-many-emo-kids-does-it-take-to.html' title='Q: How many emo kids does it take to screw in a lightbulb? A: None. They&apos;d rather sit in the dark and cry.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SpZF9jpBZoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/CcPcfXc35tg/s72-c/betta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-8735120451357772632</id><published>2009-04-20T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T23:39:44.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason #342 Why we need our own TV show...</title><summary type='text'>Hector:  You hate meNicole:  Awwww.. I don't hate you...Nicole:  If I hated you I'd be all "HECTOR. I HATE YOU"Nicole:  "HECTOR... I'M GOING TO FEED YOU TO MY TARANTULA."Nicole:  And then you'd wish me away....Nicole:  And then wake up all alone... home alone in fact.Nicole:  And it'd be fun at first... but then crooks are gonna rob your house on Christmas eve.Hector:  woooooooooooooooowHector:  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/8735120451357772632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=8735120451357772632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/8735120451357772632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/8735120451357772632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2009/04/reason-342-why-we-need-our-own-tv-show.html' title='Reason #342 Why we need our own TV show...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-6887107365857223534</id><published>2009-03-15T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T01:10:26.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.... Its March Already?!?</title><summary type='text'>And I haven't blogged in like FOREVER!!  I've twittered pretty frequently, and while it's sorta the same, sometimes I need more than 140 characters to tell a story. Like for instance, how I think I may have inadvertently mentally messed up a kid today.  Yeah.SO while I was shopping this afternoon, this little boy having a temper tantrum and his mother screaming at him to stop. So there I am, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/6887107365857223534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=6887107365857223534&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/6887107365857223534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/6887107365857223534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-march-already.html' title='.... Its March Already?!?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-8122770276148074022</id><published>2008-11-25T23:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T23:49:48.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everytime it rains, it rains pennies from heaven...</title><summary type='text'>I love everything about the rain!  I love wearing jackets!  I love umbrellas.  I love free car washes!!  I love it!  So as you can imagine, I can't wait to go to work tomorrow just so I can walk that huge parking lot in the rain.  Yum!Yesterday, was a not so awesome day.  I should have know right at midnight when the day started. I was driving home and found myself on the wrong freeway and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/8122770276148074022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=8122770276148074022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/8122770276148074022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/8122770276148074022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/11/everytime-it-rains-it-rains-pennies.html' title='Everytime it rains, it rains pennies from heaven...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-9090879643225190533</id><published>2008-11-17T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T23:40:26.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cha-cha-cha-changes....</title><summary type='text'>I went back *home* this pass weekend, and lo and behold, I drove right into a fire.  Literally. As the day progressed, the fire inched closer and and closer to Chino Hills, and lo and behold, our city was a buzz with reporters, helicopters, and smoke.  First earthquakes, now fires... but I guess it could be worse.  Did you see Buffy and what happened to Sunnydale?! By 6pm, they closed all the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/9090879643225190533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=9090879643225190533&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/9090879643225190533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/9090879643225190533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/11/cha-cha-cha-changes.html' title='Cha-cha-cha-changes....'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJgozxDEzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5A10G7sbfJ0/s72-c/fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-801354644689023261</id><published>2008-07-13T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T21:21:14.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just want to let all the lesbians out there know if I can make the top ten, so can you!</title><summary type='text'>Setting: A quiet night at home watching the Miss Universe Pagent with the family.Carlene: Miss Philippines looks like a tranny.Mom: What do you mean by tranny?Carlene: Like a girl with a dick.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/801354644689023261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=801354644689023261&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/801354644689023261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/801354644689023261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-just-want-to-let-all-lesbians-out.html' title='I just want to let all the lesbians out there know if I can make the top ten, so can you!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-8476842063750523597</id><published>2008-07-08T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T00:01:05.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm burning up, burning up for your love...</title><summary type='text'>It's been icky hot and I know its going to get worse.  Dammit.  I'm not a big fan of demon hot weather.  I like sunny, but not sweaty.  Breezy, not beastly.  Delicious, not gross.  You know?On top of the heat, due to an electrician accidentally pulling the wires a bit, the complete upstairs of the house was going FUNKY.  One side of the house didn't have any electricity.  My side, the lights were</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/8476842063750523597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=8476842063750523597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/8476842063750523597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/8476842063750523597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-burning-up-burning-up-for-your-love.html' title='I&apos;m burning up, burning up for your love...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-3838731047435410084</id><published>2008-06-19T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T00:19:35.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you just going to come here and go all Dawson on me every time I have a boyfriend?</title><summary type='text'>Last night at 1am, the Dawson's Creek finale was showing on tv.  Granted, I was tired and I need to be up the next day, but the temptation of Pacey and Dawson was much too strong to resist.  By 1:15, I was sobbing my eyes out for poor Jen.  1:30- I was still crying.1:45- still going.Basically, any time they showed Michelle Williams, I cried.  And the waterworks went full force when she made the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/3838731047435410084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=3838731047435410084&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/3838731047435410084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/3838731047435410084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/06/are-you-just-going-to-come-here-and-go.html' title='Are you just going to come here and go all Dawson on me every time I have a boyfriend?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SFtZ_DjncQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XgfXbvN3Klw/s72-c/Dawsons-Creek-Cast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-1814415917499181227</id><published>2008-06-18T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T01:58:26.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's hot as a baker Cause I'm Naughty by Nature  Not Cause I Hate Cha</title><summary type='text'>During my first year at the Hotel, my co-worker Anny and I learned we had one thing in common... love of old school music.  We're not talking about your momma's old school (althought I DO love me some K-Earth Oldies!) but old school OLD SKOOL.  Lisa Lisa.  Stevie B.  The Jets.  Stacy Q and her one song.  That's the era of awesomeness I'm referring to.  That year, there was a concert called the "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/1814415917499181227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=1814415917499181227&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/1814415917499181227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/1814415917499181227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/06/shes-hot-as-baker-cause-im-naughty-by.html' title='She&apos;s hot as a baker &lt;br&gt;Cause I&apos;m Naughty by Nature &lt;br&gt; Not Cause I Hate Cha'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SFjMIzYeuMI/AAAAAAAAADA/KVfodtB2OoY/s72-c/stevie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-618146648787298857</id><published>2008-06-10T17:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T00:37:50.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With Scooby Doo on Channel 2</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/rtf format --&gt;  Its funny, for the last year whenever I've been asked how old I was, I'd  never say "27" but instead reply "I'm turning 28."   I don't know why.  Perhaps it’s the feeling that 28 just seemed SO OLD ALREADY and I was mentally anticipating the actual age change.  Plus 27 doesn't seem like an exciting age… 28, that's 2 years from 30!  That just sounds </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/618146648787298857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=618146648787298857&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/618146648787298857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/618146648787298857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-funny-for-last-year-whenever-ive.html' title='With Scooby Doo on Channel 2'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SE8Z_FuIjgI/AAAAAAAAACw/R7S-eLAK91k/s72-c/sign-748527.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-8637394108200535154</id><published>2008-06-02T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:19:10.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby I'm ready to go</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/rtf format --&gt;        The last few minutes of my day went by sooo sllllllooooooowwwwlllly.  Talk about a cruel joke.     Above is a picture of a dirty plush kitty that was found in the lobby and someone thought it would be hilarious to put on my desk because everyone knows how I get all grossed out.  It was followed with many off-colored remarks from the guys who swear </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/8637394108200535154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=8637394108200535154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/8637394108200535154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/8637394108200535154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-last-few-minutes-of-my-day-and-they_02.html' title='Baby I&apos;m ready to go'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SESPedFgcEI/AAAAAAAAACg/WUpEmSBFoxU/s72-c/IMG00218-729605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-3500899670195132382</id><published>2008-05-19T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T01:08:07.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is this so hard? That's what she said. Oh my God, what am I saying?</title><summary type='text'>Although SNL is pretty much hit or miss with their skits... this was definitely a HIT.  :D   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/3500899670195132382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=3500899670195132382&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/3500899670195132382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/3500899670195132382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-is-this-so-hard-thats-what-she-said.html' title='Why is this so hard? That&apos;s what she said. Oh my God, what am I saying?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-7566631207635599350</id><published>2008-05-17T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T23:51:53.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedicure, manicure, kitty cat claws</title><summary type='text'>I know its only May, but it really feels like SUMMER.  Its all HOT up in this mug! Shoooooot.  So since it was my day off, after a trip to the gym, I decided to give myself a little treat and went to get my nails done.  YAY HAPPY FEET!Since nail spas are popping up faster than Starbucks, I decided to try a new place.  The spa was right next to the new yogurt place (which are actually popping up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/7566631207635599350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=7566631207635599350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/7566631207635599350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/7566631207635599350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/05/pedicure-manicure-kitty-cat-claws.html' title='Pedicure, manicure, kitty cat claws'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-6014879237218043744</id><published>2008-05-16T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T02:06:41.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Didn't I Blow Your Mind This Time?</title><summary type='text'>The New Kids are back.  Fer sure.  My friend from 2nd grade, Keri, sent me a myspace message earlier this week reminding me that they were going to perform this morning.  I made a mental note to set my DVR...At work this morning, I got a text message from Keri asking if I recorded their performance.NOOOOOOOOO!!  I had completely forgotten about it!  But luckily, MSNBC is spiffy and they uploaded </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/6014879237218043744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=6014879237218043744&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/6014879237218043744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/6014879237218043744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/05/didnt-i-blow-your-mind-this-time.html' title='Didn&apos;t I Blow Your Mind This Time?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-7777550975330771411</id><published>2008-05-12T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T21:28:21.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop.  In the name of love...</title><summary type='text'>So the other day, I was was walking back from the park to the hotel when I overheard a family talking behind me.  The father was telling his daughter the importance of stopping and looking both ways before you cross the street.  Now as I'm walking, I get to a intersection of a non-commercial road that is mainly used by golf carts.There are none within my sight and I continue on my way.I then  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/7777550975330771411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=7777550975330771411&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/7777550975330771411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/7777550975330771411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/05/stop-in-name-of-love.html' title='Stop.  In the name of love...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-3588297643766633261</id><published>2008-05-11T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T02:08:35.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lotto</title><summary type='text'>One of my old co-workers passed away today.  Chandran was definitely one of those people who made you smile just by being in the same vicinity as them and his death is heartbreaking because in my mind, he was invincible.  He has survived some numerous heart attacks, several strokes, and goodness knows he cursed like a sailor... nothing really got him down.Chandran was the comment card king.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/3588297643766633261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=3588297643766633261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/3588297643766633261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/3588297643766633261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/05/lotto.html' title='Lotto'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-2010507075197663545</id><published>2008-04-21T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T00:17:33.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prepare to meet... Mr. ANGRY EYES!</title><summary type='text'>The weekend was delicious!  Lots of friends, fun, and food!  :D  I'll post some pictures and tell stories later, but I did want to share this one picture I took in a bathroom stall at a bar in Ballard, Wa.  Probably the most interesting restroom graffiti I've seen in ages.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/2010507075197663545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=2010507075197663545&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/2010507075197663545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/2010507075197663545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/04/prepare-to-meet-mr-angry-eyes.html' title='Prepare to meet... Mr. ANGRY EYES!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SAw9o6xTH0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/w9wYUsAHaWA/s72-c/toystorygrafitti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-3452251413077516859</id><published>2008-04-11T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T22:57:25.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lookout weekend cause here we come....</title><summary type='text'>I have no actual plans this weekend... but its been a LONG week and I'm just super eager to lounge about house and relax.  Just like this dog.  This frakkin adorable smushy faced puppy whom I just want to cuddle with.   Isn't it the most yummiest puppy ever!?!  Funny story... my sister and I grew up with that EXACT chair (human size of course).  And we used to spin around and round in it until we</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/3452251413077516859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=3452251413077516859&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/3452251413077516859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/3452251413077516859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/04/lookout-weekend-cause-here-we-come.html' title='Lookout weekend cause here we come....'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SAGdwDrQuvI/AAAAAAAAACI/H1HhOGnWle8/s72-c/2261625666_dfc4146eb6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-8640837698880022075</id><published>2008-04-04T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T19:07:44.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Live THE BLOCK!!!!</title><summary type='text'>Joey... I still love you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/8640837698880022075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=8640837698880022075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/8640837698880022075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/8640837698880022075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/04/long-live-block.html' title='Long Live THE BLOCK!!!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-663038984047560528</id><published>2008-04-01T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T00:22:57.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Icing on the cake</title><summary type='text'>Today, we had an UN-BIRTHDAY party at the office. UN-birthday balloons, signs,  streamers, pot luck.... it was the whole kit and kaboodle!  If we had room, I'm sure a pinata would have been beaten down to a candy pulp!  The best part was explaining UN-birthdays:"What's going on!?""We're having an UNBIRTHDAY party!""Whats that?""Is today your birthday?""No."HAPPY UNBIRTHDAY!!!!"So for the occasion</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/663038984047560528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=663038984047560528&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/663038984047560528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/663038984047560528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/04/icing-on-cake.html' title='Icing on the cake'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2391/2381604513_6546313d1d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-861516039225504995</id><published>2008-03-30T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T01:44:38.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the secret ingredient is....</title><summary type='text'>The other day, I attended an engagement party for JR and Marissa, where one of the activities included writing down "RECIPES FOR A HAPPY MARRIAGE."   You know.... 1 boy plus 1 girl, add some love and a whole lot of faith and communication....  stuff like that.  :)Lucky for me, mine got drawn and was read out loud...RECIPE FOR A HAPPILY EVER AFTER1 cup love1 cup laughter1 cup happiness3 cups </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/861516039225504995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=861516039225504995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/861516039225504995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/861516039225504995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-secret-ingredient-is.html' title='And the secret ingredient is....'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-5723427097160365097</id><published>2008-03-26T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T00:11:29.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I did my best.... I did my best....</title><summary type='text'>I hate crying at work.  Its extremely rare that I let things *get* to me, but I think with several issues going on personally in addition to a large pile of work, my undecided future, and the CONSTANT questions regarding the same  matters that happen EVERY SINGLE DAY, signatures, phone calls and complaints ALL AT THE SAME TIME FOR ABOUT 8 HOURS.... while I like to think of myself as an expert at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/5723427097160365097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=5723427097160365097&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/5723427097160365097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/5723427097160365097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-did-my-best-i-did-my-best.html' title='I did my best.... I did my best....'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-3124572388126231518</id><published>2008-03-23T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T22:59:03.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3...2...1  Pump it!</title><summary type='text'>After waiting a year, I finally was able to donate blood recently!  I was joking with Trainer Erik the Embryo that I had heard that when you donate blood, you loose a pound so I wanted to inquire if I can donate at least 5 pounds.  He didn't find it too funny.  He also didn't find it funny when I told him that I was kidding and that I throw up what I'm eating instead.  Some people are so dry.  :</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/3124572388126231518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=3124572388126231518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/3124572388126231518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/3124572388126231518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/03/321-pump-it.html' title='3...2...1  Pump it!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-7461786554261378635</id><published>2008-03-17T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T00:16:28.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dwight, what is that on your stomach? Is that a Muppet Babies tattoo?</title><summary type='text'>Since drinking is synonymous with today and my friends swear that I sound like Beaker when I tip back a few, I present you with this. ;D  Happy St. Patrick's Day Animals  ;p</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/7461786554261378635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=7461786554261378635&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/7461786554261378635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/7461786554261378635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/03/dwight-what-is-that-on-your-stomach-is.html' title='Dwight, what is that on your stomach? Is that a Muppet Babies tattoo?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-3216545931654923867</id><published>2008-03-11T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T01:01:17.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I carried a watermelon. I carried a watermelon."</title><summary type='text'>Today at work, one of the girls brought in the "Dirty Dancing" soundtrack and while us girls sang along and started quoted lines from the movie... each guy who walked in made some sort of remark on how they HATED the movie. HUH?! Hate DIRTY DANCING!?! Hate "Titanic"... I get. Hate "Beaches"? I can totally see it. But hate "Dirty Dancing"? I'm baffled. I guess its because I always thought that it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/3216545931654923867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=3216545931654923867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/3216545931654923867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/3216545931654923867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-carried-watermelon-i-carried.html' title='&quot;I carried a watermelon. I carried a watermelon.&quot;'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-5397649414924356161</id><published>2008-03-08T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T00:40:26.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need your femine wiles...</title><summary type='text'>Possibly the worse pick up line you can hear at a gay club.  Or anywhere a matter of fact.  Do you mean you need my boobs?  Maybe its a boob thing.  Or is it my perfume? Or is it because I've been dancing hardcore and I'm all sweaty.  Is that my wiles?  Cause if that were the case, its not really mine, its everyone in this place who's been jumping around and rubbing against each other.  Or maybe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/5397649414924356161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=5397649414924356161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/5397649414924356161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/5397649414924356161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-need-your-femine-wiles.html' title='I need your femine wiles...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-1355290579097851933</id><published>2008-03-05T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T00:59:48.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the skating isn't it? It's that insane disco music thing!</title><summary type='text'>I'm suprised I haven't gushed about the show here because goodness knows I talk about ALL THE FREAKIN TIME at work... but I do LOVE me some "AMERICA'S BEST DANCE CREW."  Granted I've passed the MTV targeted age group range (The last time I recorded something on MTV it was with an actual VCR and I think Carson Daly was hosing TRL.  OH and Lance Bass was straight.) but seriously, the show makes me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/1355290579097851933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=1355290579097851933&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/1355290579097851933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/1355290579097851933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-skating-isnt-it-its-that-insane.html' title='It&apos;s the skating isn&apos;t it? It&apos;s that insane disco music thing!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-8949878064172797097</id><published>2008-03-03T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T00:23:53.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you have tickets??</title><summary type='text'>The guys at the gym who wear those huuuuuge plastic baggie shirts gross me out. They're like wearable saunas... and there's this one tall guy in particular who SWEATS OVER EVERYTHING! Like his treadmill is drenched and there's sweat juice drippings within a 4 foot radius of where he is. A part of me really wants to throw up whenever I see him.  Unfortunately I wasn't paying attention one day and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/8949878064172797097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=8949878064172797097&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/8949878064172797097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/8949878064172797097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-you-have-tickets.html' title='Do you have tickets??'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-3822568154203844045</id><published>2008-02-19T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T23:58:40.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU FIVE MORE!!</title><summary type='text'>"20 reps at 30 pounds... is that too heavy for you?""It isn't TOO too sucky." "Want to make it heavier?""If you do I can do 15 reps then?""You can't negotiate!?  Why not just 1 at 100 pounds!?!""Just one then?"I'm tired.  :P</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/3822568154203844045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=3822568154203844045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/3822568154203844045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/3822568154203844045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-five-more.html' title='YOU FIVE MORE!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-2218708901783668671</id><published>2008-02-11T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T22:39:21.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So... do you like cheese?</title><summary type='text'>Top 5 reasons why I'm SUPER DUPER EXCITED for STEP UP 2 THE STREETS!1) I heart dance movies.  Center Stage.  Dirty Dancing.  Strictly Ballroom.  Shall WeDance.  Girls Just Want to Have Fun.  Bring it on.  Bring it on 2.  Bring it on All or Nothing.  Bring it on: In it to Win it.  High School Musical. I pretty much love them all... and I loved the original Step Up.  Just regular love though.  Not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/2218708901783668671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=2218708901783668671&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/2218708901783668671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/2218708901783668671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-do-you-like-cheese.html' title='So... do you like cheese?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/R7E2teVrN_I/AAAAAAAAABo/yo1miVl-BEk/s72-c/200px-Step_up_two.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-5497313920499466536</id><published>2008-02-10T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T23:34:05.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C is for cookie, it's good enough for me; Oh cookie cookie cookie starts with C.</title><summary type='text'>Those who know me (and love me...) know that I have this love/hate thing going for Bobby Flay.   Ever since I saw him climb on top of the cutting board on the O.G. Iron Chef, I always thought he was a bit of an asshat.  But then after having one of the BEST.DINNERS.EVER! at Mesa Grill a couple of years ago, I (begrudgingly) had to admit that the guy can f*cking cook.  So as much as I hate the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/5497313920499466536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=5497313920499466536&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/5497313920499466536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/5497313920499466536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/02/c-is-for-cookie-its-good-enough-for-me.html' title='C is for cookie, it&apos;s good enough for me; &lt;br&gt;Oh cookie cookie cookie starts with C.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/R6_5qOVrN9I/AAAAAAAAABY/5ZqKuguzFfY/s72-c/chocolatechip6-custom%3Bsize_345,350%3Bcrop_0_02,0_06,0_98,0_98.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-7473888969204218043</id><published>2008-02-03T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T23:49:56.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you giants from? We're from New York. All hail the New York Giants!</title><summary type='text'>I'm not much of a football person but the last 2 minutes of the Superbowl was f*cking AWESOME.  Plus the team I was rooting for won!  YAY!  Actually, | decided that I was going to cheer for them this morning when I was getting ready for the party.  I based it on several things...1.  They were the underdogs.  Like the Mighty Ducks.  The first movie.  Flying V and all. 2.  I don't think Tom Brady </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/7473888969204218043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=7473888969204218043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/7473888969204218043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/7473888969204218043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/02/where-are-you-giants-from-were-from-new.html' title='Where are you giants from? &lt;br&gt;We&apos;re from New York. &lt;br&gt;All hail the New York Giants!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-6466936473239208838</id><published>2008-01-26T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T10:50:03.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is often on my side and I give it to you tonight  And we sleep all, sleep all day...</title><summary type='text'>I love mornings like this.  I don't have to get up (though I really should) and I can just lie here and be warm.  The pups are at my feet, my toes are especially cozy, and the blankets just feel deliciously heavy.  But in reality its the only time I have to do my laundry and errands and what not. So I ought to get up. I will in a bit.  The week just breezed by didn't it?  Monday night I went to a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/6466936473239208838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=6466936473239208838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/6466936473239208838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/6466936473239208838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/01/time-is-often-on-my-side-and-i-give-it.html' title='Time is often on my side and I give it to you tonight &lt;br&gt; And we sleep all, sleep all day...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-5612358274549700119</id><published>2008-01-16T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T23:45:30.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLEH</title><summary type='text'>The other day, I lost my keys at the gym.  I had only used 3 machines when I realized my keys were missing, so I ran back to each location and looked around.  Nothing.  Then I ran back to each machine and looked thoroughly just in case I had missed something the first time.  Still nothing.  So then I went to the front desk and asked if anyone had seen or returned keys... the girl was really nice </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/5612358274549700119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=5612358274549700119&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/5612358274549700119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/5612358274549700119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/01/pleh.html' title='PLEH'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-6636566331964601903</id><published>2008-01-12T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T00:14:47.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take the gun.  Leave the cannoli.</title><summary type='text'>Its an evening in. :D Originally we were watching "When Harry Met Sally", but someone (not me) purchased a somewhat bootleg version of "American Gangster" honestly, well... I'm zoning out. Once again, I'm not much of a serious type of movie girl.  I like light hearted, silly, romantic comedies... usually ones that don't get the greatest reviews.  In fact, I the only lines I can quote from "The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/6636566331964601903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=6636566331964601903&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/6636566331964601903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/6636566331964601903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/01/take-gun-leave-cannoli.html' title='Take the gun.  Leave the cannoli.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-7818212587152608095</id><published>2008-01-09T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T11:39:41.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't stop the beat.... wait a sec.</title><summary type='text'>First things first... ABC is bringing back THE MOLE!  Not this one (although this little bugger is a tad bit creepy AND cute at the same time) but the 2001 super kick ass reality show with Anderson Cooper! Yaaaaaay! Well except without Anderson Cooper... but with someone Anderson Cooperish?  We'll see.  All in all, this past holiday while cooking for 2 days straight,FOX REALITY had a marathon of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/7818212587152608095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=7818212587152608095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/7818212587152608095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/7818212587152608095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-cant-stop-beat-wait-sec.html' title='You can&apos;t stop the beat.... wait a sec.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/R4XRufSKtNI/AAAAAAAAABE/4C3JHhUufow/s72-c/mole_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-2815348908323840586</id><published>2008-01-07T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T22:31:34.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chug a hug!</title><summary type='text'>I'm not much of a drinker (seriously), but in honor of the brand spankin new American Gladiators, I'd like to propose a drinking game-Take a shot/drink-Every time contestant makes a reference to their present day job in relevance to the task at hand.  (i.e. "I finished medical school... I can finish this!"-When a contestant makes a reference to reaching their dream, a wish coming true, or any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/2815348908323840586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=2815348908323840586&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/2815348908323840586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/2815348908323840586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/01/chug-hug.html' title='Chug a hug!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2415/2176568051_fbe27ac16e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-421712295035101718</id><published>2008-01-06T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T20:06:13.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gladiators ready!?!</title><summary type='text'>Are you ready... for a TICKLE FIGHT!?!So I'm watching the new AMERICAN GLADIATORS and while I was little sad that we couldn't get into the taping when it happened, I'm actually super bummed right now because of the cheesiness of the entire thing.  I'm already 19 minutes into the show and I've managed to actually LAUGH OUT LOUD probably about 5 times.  Did you know they have a girl gladiator named</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/421712295035101718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=421712295035101718&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/421712295035101718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/421712295035101718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/01/gladiators-ready.html' title='Gladiators ready!?!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/R4G1pvSKtII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ir26dcsi2WM/s72-c/titan_011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-4121181320351676374</id><published>2008-01-06T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T14:33:56.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe the Sun will shine today....</title><summary type='text'>I've said it once and I'll say it again... I love the rain.I love driving in the rain.  Breaking out the umbrella and walking in the rain.  Sleeping in during the rain.  I love how the ground just glistens and the whole world is shiny.  I love the fact that whether I'm toasty in the car or outside in the cold, my cheeks stay rosy.   And despite being somewhat clumsy and slipping off of sidewalks </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/4121181320351676374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=4121181320351676374&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/4121181320351676374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/4121181320351676374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/01/maybe-sun-will-shine-today.html' title='Maybe the Sun will shine today....'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2395/2171090384_7c4329a33b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-7941166329402332083</id><published>2008-01-05T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T03:01:00.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She thought the Dalai Lama was... a llama.</title><summary type='text'>I must have watched MUSIC and LYRICS a dozen times this past week.  In addition to having it recorded on my DVR, HBO keeps on showing it over and over again hence me walking around the house singing "POP GOES MY HEART."  Its bright, catchy, and gosh darn it... the actual music video makes me smile.  Now the song is stuck in my head.  Now it is my goal to get it stuck in yours.  Enjoy!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/7941166329402332083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=7941166329402332083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/7941166329402332083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/7941166329402332083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2008/01/she-thought-dalai-lama-was-llama.html' title='She thought the Dalai Lama was... a llama.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-8611685320963517964</id><published>2007-12-19T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T21:27:05.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh happy day...</title><summary type='text'>Have you been watching CLASH OF THE CHOIR?!No.  Seriously.I'm watching it right now.Its sorta awesome.  I've already voted for Nick Lachey's choir 20 times the past couple of days.  And I'm going to vote another 10 times tonight.  Don't judge me.  First of all, Nick Lachey = 98*.  98* = instant happy Nicole.  Remember when we camped out for the Howie Mandell show just to see them perform?  Or the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/8611685320963517964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=8611685320963517964&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/8611685320963517964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/8611685320963517964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh happy day...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-7664814664833724337</id><published>2007-12-11T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T21:32:52.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the call it Puppy Love...</title><summary type='text'>So as I was driving home from work today, I noticed this HUGE ASS dog in the neighborhood.  Seriously.  It was so HUGEASS that I thought it was a wolf.  Seriously!  I even paused a bit as I was driving pass it just to make sure that it wasn't a wolf... but alas it was just a HUGE ASS dog.Anyways, so 2 hours later, I left the house to run some errands and  when I turned into the street... there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/7664814664833724337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=7664814664833724337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/7664814664833724337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/7664814664833724337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-call-it-puppy-love.html' title='And the call it Puppy Love...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-5139189599029385235</id><published>2007-10-29T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T02:08:27.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Long Ago</title><summary type='text'>There was a girl who wrote a lot. Oodles and oodles. About anything and absolutely nothing. Now I don't know if its the fact that she's working a lot and doesn't want her work life to know what a uber geek she is behind her super cool exterior (yeah right) or the fact that maybe my life isn't as "blogworthy" as it was many years ago... but I'm wanting to stop it. Oops. She's wanting to stop it. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/5139189599029385235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=5139189599029385235&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/5139189599029385235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/5139189599029385235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2007/10/long-long-ago.html' title='Long Long Ago'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-8774967742722716665</id><published>2007-04-22T17:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T17:28:20.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip hop. That's the dance that bunnies do.</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes you don't realize things until you really think about it.  For example:Little bunny Foo Foo Hopping through the forest Scooping up the field mice And bopping them on the head Is it me or is little Bunny Foo Foo a complete and total jerkface.  Unless the field mice had it coming, then by all means, bop away.  But really, who has the right to judge what field mice do?  Jerkface.I'm not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/8774967742722716665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=8774967742722716665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/8774967742722716665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/8774967742722716665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2007/04/hip-hop-thats-dance-that-bunnies-do.html' title='Hip hop. That&apos;s the dance that bunnies do.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-3429689912701060166</id><published>2007-04-22T17:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T17:27:23.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious</title><summary type='text'>Mom on my Vegas trip: What did you do?Me: We just went clubbing...Mom: I saw the pictures.  You guys were crazy... WHAT DID YOU DO?Me: Drank. Gambled.  Lots of unprotected sex. Orgies.  Drugs.  The usual.  Mom: What else?  Did you get a tattoo?  Is it a koala?Me: No mom...Mom: HELLO KITTY?!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/3429689912701060166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=3429689912701060166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/3429689912701060166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/3429689912701060166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2007/04/hilarious.html' title='Hilarious'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-3475428452403585990</id><published>2007-03-31T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T01:18:58.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Confederate Solider walked into a Grocery Store...</title><summary type='text'>No punchline really. Just telling it how I saw it. I went to my local VONS around 10pm this evening, and as I was waiting in line, an older gentleman strolled right passed me. And yes, he was dressed up as a Confederate Solider... complete with snow white beard, boots, and holster (Empty. Thank goodness. Seriously, or else that would have been slightly nerve wracking.)He ended up in frozen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/3475428452403585990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=3475428452403585990&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/3475428452403585990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/3475428452403585990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2007/03/confederate-solider-walked-into-grocery.html' title='A Confederate Solider walked into a Grocery Store...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-6589789512797134099</id><published>2007-03-26T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T02:18:19.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go ho or get out.</title><summary type='text'>While keeping with the motto of "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas" (though in theory it doesn't take into consideration the repercussions that a stay in Vegas can cause... gonorrhea, chlamydia, babies, tattoos, odd piercings, gambling addictions, brand new strange husbands, and debt because we all know those things can go home with you but don't necessarily want to write mom about.) I won't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/6589789512797134099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=6589789512797134099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/6589789512797134099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/6589789512797134099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2007/03/while-keeping-with-motto-of-what.html' title='Go ho or get out.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-2337218654465460062</id><published>2007-03-19T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T03:00:28.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama told me there'd be days like this...</title><summary type='text'>Tonight I had dinner with my dad. Its weird to think about how far things have come because never in a million years would I have imagine having this conversation:Carlene: How's Uncle?Dad: He's good. I have to get him some Viagra!! *laughs*Carlene: Ehhhh...Me: Um...GROSS!!!Call me silly. Call me immature. But I don't like to think of *that*. I'm not even going to type it out because that would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/2337218654465460062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=2337218654465460062&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/2337218654465460062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/2337218654465460062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2007/03/mama-told-me-thered-be-days-like-this.html' title='Mama told me there&apos;d be days like this...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/153/426400767_7e08d3c04e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-6461767502097237488</id><published>2007-03-15T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T22:59:18.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap.  Crap.  Crap.</title><summary type='text'>Bobby Flay just won the MAC &amp; CHEESE Challenge. That's CRAP!! He put pancetta in his which no longer makes it mac &amp; cheese.... that's a CASSEROLE! Ugh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/6461767502097237488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=6461767502097237488&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/6461767502097237488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/6461767502097237488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2007/03/crap-crap-crap.html' title='Crap.  Crap.  Crap.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-3528170291850091721</id><published>2007-03-15T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T22:26:25.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No, I am not killed, but I think I am rendered unconscious.</title><summary type='text'>Other than the occasional pathetic cough emitting from my chest, I'm feeling a lot better. I can go and run out and play with the other kids now... with moderation of course. :) No more bubble for me Ma. I'm swell! I did end up going to the hospital last Saturday where when asked about the wait for urgent care, the horrid woman at the counter exclaimed "READ THE SIGN". Oh wow. Really? I thought </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/3528170291850091721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=3528170291850091721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/3528170291850091721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/3528170291850091721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2007/03/no-i-am-not-killed-but-i-think-i-am.html' title='No, I am not killed, but I think I am rendered unconscious.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-4593318246302138984</id><published>2007-03-14T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T00:43:30.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Pi Day!!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/4593318246302138984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=4593318246302138984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/4593318246302138984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/4593318246302138984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-pi-day.html' title='Happy Pi Day!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-7033823567604139510</id><published>2007-03-07T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T23:10:31.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why I'm hot...</title><summary type='text'>Cause I'm still sick.Slowly but surely I am getting better. Although I'm still coughing quite a bit, I'm feeling not as wretched. YAY FOR NOT AS WRETCHED!Funny thing is that when I walked through the front door on Saturday afternoon, my mom stuck her head out of the kitchen and exclaimed "How are you feeling baby?" I don't know about you but no matter how old you are, but there's a sweet comfort </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/7033823567604139510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=7033823567604139510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/7033823567604139510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/7033823567604139510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-why-im-hot.html' title='This is why I&apos;m hot...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-4054177243462822075</id><published>2007-02-28T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T01:52:54.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrrr its cold in here...</title><summary type='text'>Luc: what's new Me: nothing much... im sick Luc: AGAIN???? Story of my life.  I try and I try but this damn virus always seems to get me. Eh.  To make matters worse...The water heater busted the other night so we are all enduring "vigorous" and "oh so refreshing" cold showers that are nowhere near glorious. Its rather torturous and I can literally feel my fingers become frostbitten when I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/4054177243462822075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=4054177243462822075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/4054177243462822075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/4054177243462822075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2007/03/brrrr-its-cold-in-here.html' title='Brrrr its cold in here...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/156/406589075_1ab547c874_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-4593124662189890679</id><published>2007-02-24T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T23:14:34.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jurassic Park.  Your @$$ is about to be excinct too.</title><summary type='text'>This is my first time watching "Parental Control" on MTV where parents who hate the person their kid is dating set them up with new dates.  Apparently in this episode, the girlfriend is a controling gold digger who's talking smack about the new girls AND the guy's parents.  Oh my gosh, she's SO rude to her parents!!  That's soooo bad and I'm uncomfortable.  Talk about trainwreck... and total </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/4593124662189890679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=4593124662189890679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/4593124662189890679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/4593124662189890679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2007/02/jurassic-park-your-is-about-to-be.html' title='Jurassic Park.  Your @$$ is about to be excinct too.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-5280584888697609189</id><published>2007-02-21T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T23:20:12.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love it when we're crusin together...</title><summary type='text'>As I was driving to work, the check engine light went off in my car.  Seeing that I have had many bad experiences with check engine lights going off in my car (Boo to you Volkswagon!!  Boo to you!!) paranoia settled into my mind and I promptly called out of work and took my worried self along with the disco blinking light to the shop thinking that my day was going to be spent in a waiting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/5280584888697609189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=5280584888697609189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/5280584888697609189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/5280584888697609189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-love-it-when-were-crusin-together.html' title='I love it when we&apos;re crusin together...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-491416617533283929</id><published>2007-02-15T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T23:21:11.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>May your hats fly as high as your dreams...</title><summary type='text'>I hate you Grey's Anatomy.  I hate you with all of my being.  Ok.  Not all.But you made me ansy.  You made me queasy.  YOU, Grey's Anatomy, made me watch you in mute.  Whats the deal with the drill!?  You think I'd like that?  Then you made Izzy tell George what she felt about his marriage.  Seriously?!  AND THEN YOU PULLED THAT DEAD THING...Lame lame lame.But you did make my heart flutter a bit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/491416617533283929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=491416617533283929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/491416617533283929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/491416617533283929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2007/02/may-your-hats-fly-as-high-as-your.html' title='May your hats fly as high as your dreams...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-7678721729327064533</id><published>2007-02-14T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T23:22:10.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L is for the way you look at me</title><summary type='text'>3 things come into mind whenever this time of the year comes along.  1. CHOCOLATE!  Chocolate is everywhere.  My theory with Valentines in the timeline of the year is that Valentines is the day where all diets stop.  Christmas, you gorge because you're celebrating life, family, etc and typically you celebrate over food.  New Years, you realize what you've done (specifically what you've eaten) and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/7678721729327064533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=7678721729327064533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/7678721729327064533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/7678721729327064533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2007/02/l-is-for-way-you-look-at-me.html' title='L is for the way you look at me'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-1468730691774181170</id><published>2007-02-08T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T01:00:18.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Webster’s dictionary defines ‘wedding’ as “the fusing of two metals with a hot torch”.</title><summary type='text'>Tonight's OFFICE was difficult to watch.  I was cringing everytime Michael opened his mouth. Eh.  But let me say that watching GREY'S ANATOMY was a lot more cringe worthy.  SERIOUSLY!  The situations they get into become more and more intense... from bombs in patients, to patients with toxic blood that makes everyone passout to FERRY BOMBS AND BODIES ALL OVER THE PLACE!!!  What's next GREY'S!?!  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/1468730691774181170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=1468730691774181170&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/1468730691774181170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/1468730691774181170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2007/02/websters-dictionary-defines-wedding-as.html' title='Webster’s dictionary defines ‘wedding’ as “the fusing of two metals with a hot torch”.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/144/384462159_7808f4bb77_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-4584889297091161083</id><published>2007-02-04T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T17:34:31.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no lets go!</title><summary type='text'>Prince is totally rocking it out in the superbowl.  TOTALLY.  I'm getting goosepimples and  I'm seriously wowed.  Its raining and he's going insane over there in Superbowl land.  My mom on the other had is looking very disgusted... basically because when we were younger she hated his songs because of his "ow" or his singing high pitch moans (ie: "I just want your extra time and your '</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/4584889297091161083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=4584889297091161083&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/4584889297091161083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/4584889297091161083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2007/02/hey-now-lets-go.html' title='Oh no lets go!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-6070947043554166196</id><published>2007-02-01T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T12:38:16.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben Franklin, do you wear boxers, briefs, or pantaloons?</title><summary type='text'>I was at the 24 hour walmart earlier today and while in the check out line (shampoo and mouthwash if you were terribly interested), there was a guy wearing a shirt that said "I &lt;3 Latinas".  The punk in me really wanted to go up to him, pout, and say "Are you telling me I don't have a chance!?!"  but instead I did it mentally and giggled incessantly to Carlene.It was just one of those days... ;)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/6070947043554166196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=6070947043554166196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/6070947043554166196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/6070947043554166196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2007/02/ben-franklin-do-you-wear-boxers-briefs.html' title='Ben Franklin, do you wear boxers, briefs, or pantaloons?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-3271096099389076104</id><published>2007-01-29T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T17:31:32.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you have tickets to the GUN SHOW?!</title><summary type='text'>So I saw the weirdest thing on the freeway today. I was driving and as I was switching lanes, I looked to my left and saw a man driving with his right arm on the wheel, but doing reps with what looked like a 10lb barbell over his head with his left arm. A 10lb barbell!!I would have taken a picture, but I was running somewhat late and I couldn't locate my phone (darn you big purse!), instead I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/3271096099389076104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=3271096099389076104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/3271096099389076104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/3271096099389076104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2007/01/do-you-have-tickets-to-gun-show.html' title='Do you have tickets to the GUN SHOW?!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/54/379987003_1a6bf0cd6f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-3875602240892030170</id><published>2007-01-24T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T12:39:12.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll go if you go!!</title><summary type='text'>And with those words, I was magically whisked away on a somewhat spontaneous trip where I learned many things...Like...What to do when you have 10 working professionals and 1 free hotel room... Air Matresses Galore!!Or what to do when you have a large amount of alcohol and no ice buckets or a cooler... or lets just say not enough room in general...Yay for lovely bathrooms!!Or how to wake up a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/3875602240892030170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=3875602240892030170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/3875602240892030170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/3875602240892030170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2007/12/ill-go-if-you-go.html' title='I&apos;ll go if you go!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/115/365403119_42a2ed180d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-3711508281540193930</id><published>2007-01-11T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T00:39:58.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Borderline. Feels like I'm going to lose my mind. .</title><summary type='text'>Last night was an interesting night...First of all, don't you hate it when you can't seem to get away from something. Its like saying "I hate carrots" and then going to a thai restaurant where you order pad thai but forget to state that you hate carrots and its COVERED in carrots?? And there's carrots all over the place. Your side salad has carrots and lo and behold they only have carrot cake for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/3711508281540193930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=3711508281540193930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/3711508281540193930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/3711508281540193930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2007/11/borderline-feels-like-im-going-to-lose.html' title='Borderline. Feels like I&apos;m going to lose my mind. .'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/155/354115013_0736f6b228_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-347415344141563646</id><published>2007-01-04T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T00:06:54.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that a Muppet Babies Tattoo?</title><summary type='text'>"I miss you!""I miss you too!""Good.  I'm taking it back.  I just wanted you to admit it.":)January 4th!?!  Already??  Oh my gosh, 2007 flying by soooo quickly!  Luckily as of right now, I don't have any complaints for the new year.  So I guess you can say so far so good.  The sun is shining. (But not tomorrow... apparently its going to rain.)  I'm surrounded by good folks whom I adore  (Also </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/347415344141563646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=347415344141563646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/347415344141563646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/347415344141563646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2007/02/is-that-muppet-babies-tattoo.html' title='Is that a Muppet Babies Tattoo?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-231199022793262362</id><published>2007-01-01T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T00:02:31.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss me at midnight dance until the morning light</title><summary type='text'>Happy New Years kids!! I hope everyone had a lovely evening whether it was spent drinking it up with homies, dancing it up like a hootch, watching Dick in NY, or just even just sleeping. :) Fortunantly for me I was just grateful not to have spent it at work. I guess you can say that was my final resolution of 2006: Make sure the first minutes of the new year are with those whom I love. And while </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/231199022793262362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=231199022793262362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/231199022793262362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/231199022793262362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2007/01/kiss-me-at-midnight-dance-until-morning.html' title='Kiss me at midnight dance until the morning light'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-717967458680739070</id><published>2006-12-31T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T00:00:50.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You've made an impression on me...</title><summary type='text'>How funny, Kate and Leopold is showing on TNT right now... and I think it was exactly 5 years ago when I saw it in the theater. 5 years?! Oh my gosh... But it was GO WEST. I was watching it with Kathy just to kill time before going back and spending the night at the Glendale YMCA. Oh my gosh, it WAS exactly years ago to this day because the next day we were off to Pasadena where we made puppets </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/717967458680739070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=717967458680739070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/717967458680739070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/717967458680739070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2006/12/youve-made-impression-on-me.html' title='You&apos;ve made an impression on me...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-2084061587007052114</id><published>2006-12-29T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T23:59:31.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you face your problem when your problem is yo face?</title><summary type='text'>Has anyone seen that commerical?  I think its for like Proactive or some other skin care treatment, but Sonny and I were watching TV the other day and we heard that line and thought "OUCH!" That would totally suck if that was a problem... Which in a way is sorta because I'm breaking out skin-wise.  I also have a slight abdominal pain on my left side (not my right which is good because according </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/2084061587007052114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=2084061587007052114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/2084061587007052114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/2084061587007052114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-do-you-face-your-problem-when-your.html' title='How do you face your problem when your problem is yo face?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-2197856899546485166</id><published>2006-12-27T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T23:56:05.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love me love me... Say that you love me.</title><summary type='text'>It was a long day today and once again... the bed is beckoning. But I'm defying it and staying up a little bit more and enjoying some cider. Sweet delicious cider... you're just like apple juice. Just warmer.When I got home just now, I found a Christmas card on the table addressed to me. Oooey gooey goodness filled my heart and I teared into the envelope. It was from Philly. Phil is probaby one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/2197856899546485166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=2197856899546485166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/2197856899546485166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/2197856899546485166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2006/12/love-me-love-me-say-that-you-love-me.html' title='Love me love me... Say that you love me.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-7546248478046126197</id><published>2006-12-24T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T23:54:26.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Baby... you sure did treat me nice.</title><summary type='text'>Great thing about the holidays... Music on the radio. I'm not talking about the Christmas songs, I'm talking about the mixes. Currently Power 106 is having their Merry Mix-mas and let me tell you, everytime I get into my car its like a club. I'm dancing, I'm thrashing my hair around, I'm happy and I'm really REALLY enjoying the Ying Yang Twins and loud obnoxious booty gansta music. And it's for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/7546248478046126197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=7546248478046126197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/7546248478046126197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/7546248478046126197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-baby-you-sure-did-treat.html' title='Merry Christmas Baby... you sure did treat me nice.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-6517417911752013088</id><published>2006-12-22T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T23:53:17.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In your face FLAY!!! IN YOUR FACE!!</title><summary type='text'>I recorded the Iron Chef America tonight because 1) The battle is between Rachel Ray and Giada De Laurentiis 2) Assisting them is Bobby Flay and Mr Shants, Mario Batali 3) Hilarity will ensue. I'm not a big fan of Rachel Ray... but I'm cheering her on because she has Mr. Shants Batali on her side and lets face it, Flay is still an asshat. The secret ingredient tonight is cranberry... and can I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/6517417911752013088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=6517417911752013088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/6517417911752013088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/6517417911752013088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-your-face-flay-in-your-face.html' title='In your face FLAY!!! IN YOUR FACE!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-5591114677015701523</id><published>2006-12-19T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T23:51:54.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And then…and then suddenly she’s not your ho no mo’</title><summary type='text'>Its offical.  I am running out of time to Christmas shop.  I don't know if its just that I'm busy with work... or nevermind.  It's work.  It's always work.  :)  I'm not complaining, but when I try to get away from it, it seems to suck me back in.It could be worse.  I could be a crack whore.  Then work would REALLY REALLY suck because really,  what does a crack whore do? I don't want to know.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/5591114677015701523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=5591114677015701523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/5591114677015701523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/5591114677015701523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-thenand-then-suddenly-shes-not-your.html' title='And then…and then suddenly she’s not your ho no mo’'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-7868908933652380687</id><published>2006-12-16T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T23:50:31.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Brett Brett... Brett Brett..."</title><summary type='text'>Once again, I ought to be sleeping... but I'm not. Addiction or sheer madness? Don't answer that... more than likely I won't like the outcome.I was shopping today and at one point I got extremely frustrated because 1) I was in line 2) I had 8 dozen roses in my car needing to get in water 3) I needed extra floral tape and ribbon and figured Michael's would be the best place to go... but they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/7868908933652380687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=7868908933652380687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/7868908933652380687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/7868908933652380687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2006/12/brett-brett-brett-brett.html' title='&quot;Brett Brett... Brett Brett...&quot;'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-6021796688063539632</id><published>2006-12-13T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T23:49:00.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need an old priest and a young priest...</title><summary type='text'>"If you were a chip... you'd be sour cream and onion...  I'd be cool ranch.""Aw, I don't want to be sour cream and onion!""Its one of my favorites... that's why its you." Did you hear that?  That was the sound of my heart "thump-thumping..."   And since I'm already asking you questions... do you ever feel that when you have a cold it's like the endless task of trying to expell demons out of your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/6021796688063539632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=6021796688063539632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/6021796688063539632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/6021796688063539632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-need-old-priest-and-young-priest.html' title='I need an old priest and a young priest...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-6950040742916142456</id><published>2006-12-10T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T23:41:41.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Africa ain't just a place that gave us Bob Marley</title><summary type='text'>Let me tell you there's nothing better than driving at night, in the rain, with some good music accompanying you.  The car's all cozy and warm, the lights just reflects off the ground and the whole world is shiny... and there you are with Getz and everything just seems perfect.  Actually, there's a lot of things better than that... but when you're in the moment,  nothing beats that... Like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/6950040742916142456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=6950040742916142456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/6950040742916142456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/6950040742916142456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2006/12/africa-aint-just-place-that-gave-us-bob.html' title='Africa ain&apos;t just a place that gave us Bob Marley'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-5539488572307427136</id><published>2006-12-07T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T23:39:43.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One day we'll find it, the ainbow-ray onnection-cay.</title><summary type='text'>The lovers, the dreamers and me.:)Today since I was feeling a whole lot better, I was able to get out of bed and into the courthouse so that I can turn in my traffic school papers. But while at the window, there was a man next to me who I assume was having problem with whatever his felony was and started getting more and more agitated by the minute.  Let me tell you, people getting yell-y and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/5539488572307427136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=5539488572307427136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/5539488572307427136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/5539488572307427136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-day-well-find-it-ainbow-ray.html' title='One day we&apos;ll find it, the ainbow-ray onnection-cay.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-7457960389907561547</id><published>2006-12-06T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T23:37:44.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Could you coo... could you care?</title><summary type='text'>"Hi!  How are you doing today?""I'm spiffy... thanks!""Oh wow... 'spiffy'. I haven't heard that in a long time...""Oh yeah?  I'm bringing it back...""You're bringing 'spiffy' back?"I'm in love I'm in love and I don't care who knows it!  :)  Actually I'm not, though my heart does quicken to clever word play.  Its funny, but for the first time in a while I'm "crushless."  Granted I'm 26 years old </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/7457960389907561547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=7457960389907561547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/7457960389907561547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/7457960389907561547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2006/12/could-you-coo-could-you-care.html' title='Could you coo... could you care?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-4689133217846317724</id><published>2006-12-04T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T23:34:56.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy. Crazy for feeling so lonley....</title><summary type='text'>I had the weirdest dream last night. I dreamt that I was at my old house in San Dimas and playing Patsy Cline's "Crazy" on the piano... when Willie Nelson comes along and plays and asks me to sing the song.  So after each verse he scrambles around the room and accompanies me with a different instrument... first the piano, then the citar (who remembers that thing!!), then the conga drum, then he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/4689133217846317724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=4689133217846317724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/4689133217846317724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/4689133217846317724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2006/12/crazy-crazy-for-feeling-so-lonley.html' title='Crazy. Crazy for feeling so lonley....'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-5143711316500605048</id><published>2006-12-02T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T23:32:49.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate you so much it makes my heart flutter.</title><summary type='text'>"Come!""I'm tired!  I was ready to go an hour and a half ago but you didn't want to go!  You wanted to watch your DVD...""But now we're going.  Just come!""UGH!  You're so irritating!  I'm sleepy!""Just come on already!  We're going now.""Go already!""Come on.  Come!""Nooo...""Pleeeaaasssseeee...""GOSH!  YOU'RE SO ANNOYING!!  I WANT TO GO!!"I don't know how I lost this fight... I relive it in my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/5143711316500605048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=5143711316500605048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/5143711316500605048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/5143711316500605048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-hate-you-so-much-it-makes-my-heart.html' title='I hate you so much it makes my heart flutter.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-5306269355729165830</id><published>2006-11-30T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T23:30:44.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the left.  To the left.</title><summary type='text'>"I had a french dip.  Its a dip and its french.""The dip!  I put your hand up on my hip.  When you dip I dip we dip?""Yes.  But its french.""So its with tongue?""No.  That's the tootsie roll."If you get it... I just might love you.Well, it's my off day and I'm spending it in front of the computer (hence all the writing).  I have traffic school I need to complete and thanks to the wonders of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/5306269355729165830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=5306269355729165830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/5306269355729165830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/5306269355729165830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-left-to-left.html' title='To the left.  To the left.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-116491051375470447</id><published>2006-11-30T09:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T10:25:38.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its funny how you can look back at your horoscope and go "oh crap.  That did happen."  Because in my case it does quite often.  For example, yesterday's reading:Your crackling energy takes a turn for the mellow and sweet early on in the day. Enjoy it to the fullest. Later on, you find an unexpected reservoir of power that propels you into tackling the next big thing. Can I get a "AN HOW" to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/116491051375470447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=116491051375470447&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/116491051375470447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/116491051375470447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-funny-how-you-can-look-back-at_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-116473481557494635</id><published>2006-10-26T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T09:27:34.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi love.  I'm still alive.Its not that I've forgotten you.  Though I really have no "offical" reason why I haven't been here in a while.  It's a culimation of stuff I guess... the feeling of "I have no idea what to write" to "There's no need to be bitchy in such a public forum" to "No one wants to hear your sob story" to "Eh. I'm lazy and my fingers don't feel like typing".I pinky swear I'll be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/116473481557494635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=116473481557494635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/116473481557494635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/116473481557494635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2006/10/hi-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-115580471326520927</id><published>2006-08-17T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T02:02:23.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to the chapel...</title><summary type='text'>So today, there was a couple out front who was asking for me, and from the sound of it, they made the impression that they actually KNEW who I was.  Odd thing was that when I looked up the name, I had no clue whatsoever who they were.Of course, I'm hesitant to go out.  What if they're crazy stalkers finally making their move?  What if they're friends of crazy stalkers who are having them finally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/115580471326520927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=115580471326520927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/115580471326520927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/115580471326520927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2006/08/going-to-chapel.html' title='Going to the chapel...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-115567125660332038</id><published>2006-08-15T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T12:47:36.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning out my heart</title><summary type='text'>Last night after dinner, I recieved a frantic call from my sister saying that the upstairs bathroom had flooded somehow and now the entire upstairs was wet as well as the garage underneath it since everything had seeped through.  So I raced upstairs and while the damage was minimal, there was a lot of cleaning ahead.Fast forward to this morning-I'm in the garage with Carlene and SOnny and we're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/115567125660332038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=115567125660332038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/115567125660332038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/115567125660332038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2006/08/cleaning-out-my-heart.html' title='Cleaning out my heart'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-115519628291376694</id><published>2006-08-10T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T02:34:54.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I do is dream of you...</title><summary type='text'>The other night, I dreamt that I was taking a shower in a house I've never been into before.  The shower itself had a window that went from your shoulders up... so basically you can see the backyard.  So am I'm taking this shower, it looks like there's a storm outside and little by little the house starts to fall apart.  Like leaves fly off the roof, then the gutter splits away and there's mud </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/115519628291376694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=115519628291376694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/115519628291376694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/115519628291376694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2006/08/all-i-do-is-dream-of-you.html' title='All I do is dream of you...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-115502734204920135</id><published>2006-08-08T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T01:55:42.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kerokerokerocutie!</title><summary type='text'>I went to Life Plaza tonight to gawk at all the cuteness.  Nothing makes me happier than tangible cuteness.  Puppies.  Kitties.  Pink japanese notebooks with pictures of smiling waffles and little sayings such as "Dreams are what blessings sing."  It all makes me smile.  My loot today was star making paper and a box of strawberry pocky.  How I heart strawberry pocky.  When I first walked into the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/115502734204920135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=115502734204920135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/115502734204920135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/115502734204920135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2006/08/kerokerokerocutie.html' title='Kerokerokerocutie!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-115494160642597565</id><published>2006-08-07T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T02:06:46.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Throwdown bitches</title><summary type='text'>Does anyone else think that the Bobby Flay show "THROWDOWN" on the food network is just a little bit unfair?  I mean, there you are a regular chef and here comes Bobby Flay, challenging you to a cook-off.  This famous, world renowed chef wants to know if you are better than him.  Just a little bit cocky don't you think? Its one thing on Iron Chef when people want to challenge you Bobby Flay, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/115494160642597565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=115494160642597565&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/115494160642597565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/115494160642597565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2006/08/throwdown-bitches.html' title='Throwdown bitches'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-115484335614844621</id><published>2006-08-05T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T22:49:16.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, its all that you dream.  Then sometimes, you can't seem to breath and you don't exactly know what to do.  I know God wouldn't give me anything I can't handle, but sometimes you just want to scream "What the hell... Can we just fast forward to the part where it doesn't hurt so much?"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/115484335614844621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=115484335614844621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/115484335614844621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/115484335614844621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2006/08/sometimes-its-all-that-you-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-115407294537632008</id><published>2006-07-28T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T00:49:05.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbows and butterflies</title><summary type='text'>Today when I got into my car, a butterfly followed and fluttered around inside.  For a moment I thought "Wow, this is something you don't see everything... this is pretty amazing!"  and if I had my camera, I would have tried to capture it on film (or memory.  Go technology, although I do miss the feeling and sound of film "clicking" in my SLR) but then it got really close to me and I sorta </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/115407294537632008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=115407294537632008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/115407294537632008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/115407294537632008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2006/07/rainbows-and-butterflies.html' title='Rainbows and butterflies'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-115398345221110057</id><published>2006-07-26T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T10:21:15.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its *not* Gonna Be Me</title><summary type='text'>Once upon a time... about 6 years ago, there was a silly girl who blogged.  She wrote about everything underneath the sun... life, family,  friends, her hatred for a 1998 Volkswagen beetle (boo to you!), her dogs, and of course, this seemingly little crush on Lance Bass and the boys of N'SYNC.  Given the light of today's news, I'd like to share with you some of that silliness.December 18 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/115398345221110057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=115398345221110057&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/115398345221110057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/115398345221110057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-not-gonna-be-me.html' title='Its *not* Gonna Be Me'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172577.post-115022290470141649</id><published>2006-06-13T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T11:21:44.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slightly tense but well rested</title><summary type='text'>Yay!  Today is supposed to be my first day back to work after having a long delicious week of vacation... I guess I should go back, how else am I going to support that crack habit?  Anyways, overall Vegas was fun.  Although I didn't do any hard drinking or dancing or gambling like what everyone would assume one would do in Vegas for one's birthday, what I did was spend some quality time with my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/feeds/115022290470141649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172577&amp;postID=115022290470141649&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/115022290470141649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172577/posts/default/115022290470141649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohandhow.blogspot.com/2006/06/slightly-tense-but-well-rested.html' title='Slightly tense but well rested'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQyPVEh7avM/SSJnSAkdNgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XNn6CZNsUkI/S220/3dme.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
