<?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-3444750</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:21:03.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa's Memory Palace</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Version: Monty Python&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;
'Ello!  Mind if I go on a bit?  Within these site walls, you'll find comments about me, my family, my friends, my online life, what I'm up to, Monty Python (Terry Jones, Graham Chapman, Michael Palin, John Cleese, Eric Idle), Alfred Molina, Nathan Lane, Dudley Moore, Michael Caine (MC), Gene Hackman, Dan Aykroyd, John Belushi, Anthony Hopkins, Richard Dawson, Bob Crane, Richard Burton, Phil Hartman, animals, Gumby, E.T., Sponge Bob Square Pants, Eeyore </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3053</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-107275204925413406</id><published>2003-12-29T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T21:43:05.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>!!NEW JOURNAL LOCATION!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatestjournal.com/users/ock_gal" target="_blank"&gt;CLICK FOR MY CURRENT JOURNAL&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a couple people have had problems getting into this site, or into the tagboard (which I think is a cookies/security level problem), so I'm gonna try out a greatestjournal.com thing.  I still have my &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/splunge_penguin" target="_blank"&gt;Monty Python Ramblings&lt;/a&gt; journal, but that's just Monty Python stuff.  I found that there's more replies and interaction on those kinds of journals, and I figured I'd like to have one with different reply options, icons, image hosting, etc.  We'll see how that goes.  I hate change, and I don't wanna waste my blog, here, but I thought I'd try something new for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All questions submitted here will be answered there, for a while.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatestjournal.com/users/ock_gal" target="_blank"&gt;CLICK FOR MY CURRENT JOURNAL&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-107275204925413406?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107275204925413406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107275204925413406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107275204925413406' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-107275180062738794</id><published>2003-12-29T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T21:37:45.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Question....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Question: How would you feel if you found out that a 3-year-old relative told your mother that he hated her. This happened to my mom with my cousin's three-year-old. -Juli&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'd go insane if someone said they hated my mom.  Not just because she's my mom, but because I know she's the last person someone should hate.  But if this kid is only three, he probably doesn't even know what "hate" really means.  Maybe he doesn't like something *about* her, like if she won't let him get his way all the time or something.  I'd ask why he hates her, and then try and show him that whatever he doesn't like about her is no reason to hate someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-107275180062738794?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107275180062738794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107275180062738794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107275180062738794' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-107258400437051534</id><published>2003-12-27T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T02:46:23.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Christmas list....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a cool Christmas.  My dad and I watched &lt;em&gt;Dudley Do-Right&lt;/em&gt; before my aunt and uncle arrived, then we watched the end, again, when they were there, lol!  Had a nice dinner and everything.  I made some notes and put them around the house leading to the three buckets I had bought my mom.  They each have a face on them and matching colour (Bugs Bunny, Tweety &amp; Taz).  My mom did the same for my dad with three of his gifts, and then I was about to go to bed around 5pm and found a note on my door, so I got to find my three gifts from my mom, which totally ruled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed at 12am, that morning, and woke up every hour having to pee.  I finally fell asleep a couple hours before getting up.  So I went to bed a little after 5pm and the same thing happened.  We went shopping ( my mom, gram and I) the day after Christmas, so I got up early, then, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my list of things I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nightshirt &amp; slippers (from my aunt)&lt;br /&gt;-Pen that has a light that changes colours (from my cousin)&lt;br /&gt;-$20 (from my other aunt &amp; uncle)&lt;br /&gt;-$20 (from my gram)&lt;br /&gt;-Blue M&amp;M radio/headsets&lt;br /&gt;-Red M&amp;M radio/headsets&lt;br /&gt;-Let It Be....Naked CD&lt;br /&gt;-DVD set of &lt;em&gt;The Lucy Show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pink Panther video with a little bendable Pink Panther figure&lt;br /&gt;-Splitting Heirs video&lt;br /&gt;-Pavorotti DVD concert&lt;br /&gt;-Backstage Pass concert DVD&lt;br /&gt;-Babalu Music video&lt;br /&gt;-Pink M&amp;M basket (soft and has candy in it)&lt;br /&gt;-Starship Titanic book&lt;br /&gt;-Salmon Of Doubt book&lt;br /&gt;-3 different watches (two have a cow print and one is brown and looks like a belt)&lt;br /&gt;-Checkered pants&lt;br /&gt;-Pants with Scooby-Do and leaves&lt;br /&gt;-Fuzzy purple socks/footies (super-soft)&lt;br /&gt;-Bottle of Strawberry Daiquiri liquor&lt;br /&gt;-MP3 player (woo!)&lt;br /&gt;-Surround sound system (woo!)&lt;br /&gt;-A bunch of lottery scratch-off tickets&lt;br /&gt;-Purse&lt;br /&gt;-2 soft sweatshirts&lt;br /&gt;-Chain for my keys&lt;br /&gt;-Stuffed white kitty cat&lt;br /&gt;-Stuffed Pilsbury Dough-Boy&lt;br /&gt;-Star Trek computer game&lt;br /&gt;-Set of three (Beethoven, Bach &amp; Mozart) memo holders (shaped like little composer busts)&lt;br /&gt;-2 pairs of gloves&lt;br /&gt;-Black hat with a skull&lt;br /&gt;-$100 Wal-Mart gift card &amp; $20&lt;br /&gt;-Other stuff I forgot to list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom also got me (Friday) a denim coat with fake fur (the stringy kind), a little notepad for my purse, a hits CD, a box of hair scrunchies (purple) and a Spider-Man keychain.  Oh, and today she got me an M&amp;M dispenser with candy.  You twist it and the eyes wiggle, hehe!  She rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom also made egg nog the other day, with rum, and she gave me the little bottles with a bat on the top of the lid and a little bottle of Peppermint Schnapps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got me a wire that I needed for my sound system and then took me out to get another one.  I need another part, though, too.  And she got me a long cord to attach to my headphones, so now I can wear them all over the room and lay in bed and watch Tv with them on, yay!  I couldn't get my MP3 player to work and then I finally did, by accident.  It's got 62 songs store on it, at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna redo my blog, but decided not to.  I don't wanna get rid of my Python layout.  The tagboard is down cos the host is switching servers and all.  Ever since they installed an anti- porn spammer thing, people stopped posting on all my tagboards.  You just have to refresh and it'll work.  It's too keep the tons of spam off the boards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone joined one of my fanlistings and direct linked my image.  I told them not to.  They ignored me.  I sent another eMail, then another and then to the blog host they're using.  No replies.  They're direct linking everyone and even have a banner saying they do it and are proud.  Ticks me off cos all that adds up and they aren't paying anyone for the bandwidth.  I had to go in and change my image name, which I shoudn't have to do!  I bet nobody will do anything about it, either.  There needs to be harsher rules on the net.  Idiots ruin it for everyone and get away with it while the rest of us are actually paying and doing all the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got approved for my insurance, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I guess that's it, for now.  Hope everyone had a great Christmas and has a wonderful New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-107258400437051534?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107258400437051534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107258400437051534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107258400437051534' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-107226186284271918</id><published>2003-12-24T05:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T05:33:05.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Catchin' up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been rushing through things trying to get everything done for Christmas.  I mean, not like I have a lot to do, but website stuff and all.  I wanted to save all my files to the correct disks, make photos and sounds from some Alfred movies and get them uploaded, make a forum for my &lt;a href="http://clavier.funurl.com"&gt;Christian&lt;/a&gt; (Clavier) site and one for my &lt;a href="http://molina.funurl.com"&gt;Alfred&lt;/a&gt; site (why, I don't know) clean my room, frame a photo and put it up, etc.  I still have to make some photos from an Eric (Idle) movie, hang up my photo and reply to some long eMails.  Then I'm done.  My mom's gonna go to work for me tomorrow cos she'll already be there.  And Auntie Flo is here for Christmas, woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an IKEA commercial saying that we should gaze at their lights cos things are 50% off, and not Halley's Comet (every 79 years) cos what has a ball of ice ever done for us.  Way to take a beautiful thing and commercialize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve is foggy and rainy, but I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope everyone has a happy Christmas and a fantastic New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-107226186284271918?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107226186284271918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107226186284271918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107226186284271918' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-107169050991422021</id><published>2003-12-17T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T14:49:22.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shoppin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents and I went shopping at Wal-Mart, today.  I couldn't find something I saw at the other store, though.  My dad and I went and picked out some stuff for my mom.  Then I went to the library and rented Pete's Meteor (with Alfred) and while I was looking at the computer, there, they had all these cool audio books listed, that he read, and that library didn't have them!!  Argh!!  But I saw a movie we own and he has a small role, so woo!  I also got 16 CDs.  Couldn't find the ones I planned to get, but oh well.  Oh, my dad got my mom a CD by Sans Tiberian Orchestra cos it has a great song on it (Christmas) and then I found one at the library and it's all about Beethoven.  Like a story he's telling.  I love their music style.  That loud instrumental stuff.  It has words, but some parts are just regular Beethoven songs that get all loud and cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-107169050991422021?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107169050991422021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107169050991422021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107169050991422021' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-10714803901400173</id><published>2003-12-15T04:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T04:47:22.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go to one of my eGroups and check something, and the advert at the top caught my attention because it was one of those flash things, and it irked me, but then I saw what it was.  An advert for the &lt;em&gt;Spiderman 2&lt;/em&gt; teaster trailer!  It just came out, today.  Well, I clicked on it, right away, and couldn't get it to play!  But then I clicked the hammer icon thingy and chose my speed and woo! I was watching it, and it was pretty boring and then I jumped a foot when something sudden happened, and then I was thinking it's not gonna have Doc Ock in it, but then this roboty foot shows up and reminded me of the bad robot on &lt;em&gt;Robocop&lt;/em&gt;, and then there he was!  And he rocks!  I find it extremely odd that I had that comic book Doctor Octopus crush and now there's this new movie coming out with Alfred playing Doc Ock.  Weirdness.  Anyway, there's this one quick part where he smiles and he looks so cool.  Eep!  I can't wait to go see this movie.  But, of course, it'll be sold iut cos everyone will be buying tickets online, beforehand, and I don't have a way to do that.  Grr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I insist that everyone reading this go and &lt;a href="http://advision.webevents.yahoo.com/sony/spiderman2"&gt;watch the trailer&lt;/a&gt;!  If nothing else, for this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://richarddawsonphotos.homestead.com/files/ock3.jpg" alt="Doc Ock!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;[[From &lt;a href="http://molina.funurl.com" target="_blank"&gt;Alfred Molina - Trust Me&lt;/a&gt;]]&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-10714803901400173?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/10714803901400173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/10714803901400173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#10714803901400173' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-107145007105518490</id><published>2003-12-14T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T00:56:31.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Question....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Question: Why is Dan Aykroyd so D@MN SEXY????????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, this I do not know.  I see him more as a friend figure now than a crush.  I think I had a crush on him at two different times in my life, though.  I'd love to sit and chat about aliens with him.  I could do that for hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-107145007105518490?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107145007105518490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107145007105518490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107145007105518490' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-107137781670590115</id><published>2003-12-13T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T23:57:45.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it, you have a drink and you get extremely tired and the next morning you feel like you sucked on a blanket all night?  I went to bed around 5am, after watching &lt;em&gt;Species&lt;/em&gt;, and got up around 6pm, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever like someone, mainly because you're bored with whoever you normally like, and you have no idea why you like them?  Cos they're not really even that atractive, but there's that 1% where they look cute.  Then you decide it's just an "I like him as an actor" thing and nothing more, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I went to the store after dark.  Which is unusual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to send my insurance papers back, priority, and they got them, so I should be getting my insurance soon, but won't be going to the doctor until the new year.  Cool cos I don't have to worry about it right before Christmas, but I wanna get it over with and I hat ehaving it on my mind all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put on this green moisturizer mask, yesterday.  You leave it on for ten minutes and then wash it off.  Then you put on a light layer of this white lotion stuff and let it absorb.  Well, an hour later, it was still there.  So I thought I put too much on and I tried to rub it in.  Then I tried to wash it off.  Then when it was off, I dried my face and it came back!  So I tried rubbing it in and more showed up, lol!  I finally washed it all off.  I also saw that the package said to put a sample on your arm and leave it for a few minutes to see if you have an allergic reaction.  Of course, I hadn't seen that until after I put it all over my face.  Luckily, it was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;em&gt;Santa Clause 2&lt;/em&gt;, tonight.  I loved the reindeer.  My dad had to go in to work cos it's calling for snow.  I'm gonna watch &lt;em&gt;Chocolat&lt;/em&gt;, tonight, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-107137781670590115?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107137781670590115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107137781670590115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107137781670590115' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-107128863150732616</id><published>2003-12-12T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T23:11:19.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Almost forgot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/md2/frank82sinatra"&gt;Frank&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, I know the site is corny.  LOL!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-107128863150732616?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107128863150732616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107128863150732616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107128863150732616' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-107128251556301036</id><published>2003-12-12T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T21:29:23.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Question....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: Who wrote the song "Mama's Shoes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assume you mean "Christmas Shoes" by NewSong.  I posted about it a while ago.  If you submitted this question and I don't know you, try a search engine, cos that's not what I am.  If this is one of my friends....pay more attention to my posts, lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-107128251556301036?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107128251556301036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107128251556301036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107128251556301036' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-107121472610756356</id><published>2003-12-12T02:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T02:39:32.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weirdness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm convinced that Julie Taymor is insane, lol!  I just watched &lt;em&gt;Frida&lt;/em&gt;.  Some of the scenes were soooooo freaky and disturbing!  Good movie, though.  Not exactly what I gathered form the previews, but that's not a bad thing.  I'll prolly have nightmares about certain parts, though.  Things were going all smooth and normal and then BAM!, you're hit with some bizarre scene that makes you stare at the screen like, "What the--" and then it takes a while to get back into the smoothness, lol!  Alfred wasn't hitting the high dings on the attractive meter, but he rules just as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-107121472610756356?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107121472610756356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107121472610756356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107121472610756356' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-107120517062218876</id><published>2003-12-11T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T00:01:02.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, yes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, gram and I went to two Wal-Marts and Sam's Club, today.  I hate using public bathrooms, but I had to go really bad from having a large soda, and then I ended up getting another one that I haven't even finished, yet.  I was on my way and grabbed a gift for my mom.  It got all dark and windy, and when we first went out, it was windy, but not too cold.  At the second Wal-Mart, I gave up trying to find &lt;em&gt;Dudley Do-Right&lt;/em&gt; on DVD, and I bought &lt;em&gt;Frida&lt;/em&gt;, instead.  $20, so it better be somewhat good.  I didn't much like the way Alfred (you know, that guy I went on about a few posts ago) appeared it in, but it won a couple awards, or something, so I decided to try it out.  I didn't feel like waiting to go rent it, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered I had &lt;em&gt;The Trial&lt;/em&gt; (cos of Tony....Hopkins) on tape, so I got that out and it totally sucked just as much as it had years ago.  I stopped watching after Alfred's part was over.  Watched for an hour just to see a 3 minute scene.  Bah!  Had I not started from the beginning, I woulda seen a scene, got hooked and had to rewind to begin at the start.  ANyway, Tony had high billing and was on one of the covers and he's only in it for like 10 minutes!  What a sneaky way to sell a boring movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when I know I made an error in spelling or punctuation and I keep going and plan on going back, but I forget or can't find the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to pee, again.  Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's like putting ice on the moon.  You don't know what the heck is going on with it if you're not there to keep an eye on it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-107120517062218876?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107120517062218876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107120517062218876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107120517062218876' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-107113687459550344</id><published>2003-12-11T05:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T05:02:00.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Click for Cans....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chunky.com/click_for_cans.asp?sSessionID=823456BBDF642E3894FE"&gt;Takes a second&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-107113687459550344?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107113687459550344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107113687459550344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107113687459550344' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-107113589142252419</id><published>2003-12-11T04:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T04:45:37.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was born at 11-something, last night.  We went to my gram's and had cake and ice cream.  That was fun.  I got her one of those stuffed animal dogs with the small body and the big head and nose.  You pat its head (or squeeze its paw) and it wags its tail, wiggles its ears and barks.  So cute!  I got her a pretty blue card with a cow on the front.  It's feet are in a blender and the inside of the card says "I'm gonna make you a milkshake like you'll never believe," or something like that.  Poor cow, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think to post her some wishes, yesterday, so I'm doing it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM!!  You're the best and I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-107113589142252419?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107113589142252419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107113589142252419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107113589142252419' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-107103791905285321</id><published>2003-12-10T01:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T01:32:44.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was looking at the Spiderman 2 site, the whole Octopus thing was familiar, but I couldn't place it.  Until I saw a photo (&lt;a href="http://1.im.cz/n/photo/00/33/60pepyu-original.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) and it hit me.  Years ago, I used to have a cartoon crush on Dr. Octopus.  How freakin' weird/coincidental is that?? Was there a cartoon with that character in it?  Or did I have comics?  Why would I have comics?  Wait, I seem to remember one on my bookstand, at least.  How odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you I had a villian attraction, lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-107103791905285321?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107103791905285321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107103791905285321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107103791905285321' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-107103580535951678</id><published>2003-12-10T00:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T01:16:49.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there I was watching &lt;em&gt;Dudley Do-Right&lt;/em&gt; cos Eric Idle is in it.  I ran into ti again, and watched.  Taped it, and all.  But I've conluded that my favourite part of it was the bad guy (of course, since I have a thing for villians, lol), played by &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was in all these movies I've seen, before.  Identity, Radiers of the Lost Ark, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/Pipeline/3225/Molina/alfprick.html" target="_blank"&gt;Prick Up Your Ears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (but, ew), etc.  Granted, it's a total angle thing.  Plus....he's from London (and lives in Los Angeles).  One of his parents was Spanish and one was Italian (which you can tell in half the photos).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he's playing &lt;a href="http://spiderman.sonypictures.com/media/wallpaper.php?filename=downloads%2Fwallpapers%2Ffiles%2Fwallpaper2_800.jpg&amp;x=800&amp;y=600&amp;title=Wallpaper" target="_blank"&gt;the bad guy&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;em&gt;Spiderman 2&lt;/em&gt;, which I must be seeing when it comes out.  Villian thing, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, some photos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/gallery/granitz/1505/Events/1505/AlfredMoli_Vespa_588016_400.jpg?path=pgallery&amp;path_key=Molina,%20Alfred" target="_blank"&gt;This one&lt;/a&gt; is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/gallery/granitz/1503/Events/1503/AlfredMoli_Vespa_587923_400.jpg?path=pgallery&amp;path_key=Molina,%20Alfred" target="_blank"&gt;Glasses&lt;/a&gt;, but looks a little odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/gallery/granitz/1503/Events/1503/SalmaHayek_Vespa_586164_400.jpg?path=pgallery&amp;path_key=Molina,%20Alfred" target="_blank"&gt;This one&lt;/a&gt; is okay, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/gallery/granitz/1926/Events/1926/AlfredMoli_Mazur_947089_400.jpg?path=pgallery&amp;path_key=Molina,%20Alfred" target="_blank"&gt;This one&lt;/a&gt; isn't the best, but looks pleasant, or whatever, lol!  In a nice-guy-kinda way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/gallery/granitz/1095/Events/1095/wi20010311_AlfredMolina_Granitz_156949.jpg?path=pgallery&amp;path_key=Molina,%20Alfred" target="_blank"&gt;Kinda cute&lt;/a&gt;.  Odd teeth, though, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/gallery/ss/0160236/Ss/0160236/AU23_3_22.jpg?path=gallery&amp;path_key=0160236" target="_blank"&gt;Whip&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I found him interesting cos Whip reminds me of &lt;a href="http://arago4.tn.utwente.nl/stonedead/silly-stuff/mr-creosote/main.html" target="_blank"&gt;Mr. Creosote&lt;/a&gt;.  Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I wanna go see &lt;a href="http://www.sonyclassics.com/thestatement" target="_blank"&gt;this new Michael Caine movie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was also in a movie with Michael Palin, which is pretty coincidental and all.  Connections and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if this link works, but &lt;a href="http://pro.corbis.com/popup/enlargementinfo.asp?USAU=0&amp;Area=search&amp;fdid=&amp;mdid=13623958&amp;qsPageNo=1&amp;lvl=&amp;CurrentPos=22&amp;JT=0&amp;page=enlargement&amp;TotalCount=34" target="_blank"&gt;ooh&lt;/a&gt;!  For every 20 bad photos, there's a good one, hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.topfoto.co.uk/fotoweb/Preview.fwx?position=1&amp;folderid=5074&amp;search=alfred%20molina&amp;sorting=modifytime" target="_blank"&gt;And this is nice&lt;/a&gt;, minus the logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half the links prolly don't work, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-107103580535951678?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107103580535951678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107103580535951678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107103580535951678' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-107093470830470046</id><published>2003-12-08T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T20:52:32.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After weeks of anxiety about getting insurance and actually having to go to the doctor (and around Christmas, no less), we got a paper, today, that said they're still waiting to hear from us.  My mom sent the payment and forms at the end of November.  We also got the forms back, today.  Some of the things weren't answered.  Like my last such-and-such and we left it blank since I hadn't had a such-and-such, yet.  The woman said she tried to call and didn't get a hold of us.  Um, that would have been when she rang so many times that she turned the answering machine on (after 10 rings) and then called back and hung up and then called back and said, "The rest of my phone number blah blah sounded like the answering machine cut off."  Why would we call someone that we don't know?"  So my mom asked if the post mark is dated in time, if we can still get it there on time, and she said no, that it has to be there by a certain date (the 15th?) or we miss out.  It's so nice that people care about helping others.  So my mom had to pay to send it priority.  Now I have to wait, again.  On one hand, I wanna get it done with, but on the other, I don't wanna go through stuff.  Ug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-107093470830470046?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107093470830470046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107093470830470046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107093470830470046' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-107077471528191693</id><published>2003-12-07T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T00:25:57.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Survey thingy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compliments of &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/torz"&gt;Torz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE ME&lt;br /&gt;-medical stuff&lt;br /&gt;-deep water&lt;br /&gt;-spiders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I DON'T UNDERSTAND&lt;br /&gt;-life&lt;br /&gt;-hatred&lt;br /&gt;-people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I'D LIKE TO LEARN&lt;br /&gt;-How to play the piano well.&lt;br /&gt;-How to play the saxaphone.&lt;br /&gt;-How to fix electronical things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I AM WEARING RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;-Gloves with the tips cut off.&lt;br /&gt;-A robe.&lt;br /&gt;-Fury black slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS ON MY DESK&lt;br /&gt;-A pen shaped liked a bird with a feathery top.&lt;br /&gt;-Coconut shell.&lt;br /&gt;-Half a bottle of Wild Cherry Brandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I WANT TO DO BEFORE I DIE&lt;br /&gt;-Go to England.&lt;br /&gt;-Go skydiving.&lt;br /&gt;-Go to NY with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS TO DESCRIBE MY PERSONALITY&lt;br /&gt;-Silly.&lt;br /&gt;-Shy.&lt;br /&gt;-Imaginative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE BAD THINGS ABOUT MY PERSONALITY&lt;br /&gt;-Obsessive (about little things).&lt;br /&gt;-Naive.&lt;br /&gt;-Shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE&lt;br /&gt;-German&lt;br /&gt;-Polish&lt;br /&gt;-American&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I LIKE ABOUT MY BODY&lt;br /&gt;-Long nails.&lt;br /&gt;-Hair.&lt;br /&gt;-Nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I DON'T LIKE ABOUT MY BODY&lt;br /&gt;-Stomach.&lt;br /&gt;-Teeth.&lt;br /&gt;-Knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW ABOUT ME &lt;br /&gt;-I had a crush on the Barney Rubble cartoon character during Elementary school.&lt;br /&gt;-I actually have no real life friends at the moment (except my mom).&lt;br /&gt;-I accidently ate a hotdog during a movie at the theatre and halfway through, I realized what I was doing.  My mom said I might as well finish it, so I did.  I was a new vegetarian at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I SAY THE MOST&lt;br /&gt;-Oh, dear.&lt;br /&gt;-Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;-As if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO&lt;br /&gt;-England.&lt;br /&gt;-Alaska (to see the Aurora Borialis).&lt;br /&gt;-Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NAMES THAT YOU GO BY&lt;br /&gt;-Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;-Lis (pronounced Lees).&lt;br /&gt;-Jaws (my mom's idea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE OR HAD&lt;br /&gt;-TREES2LUV&lt;br /&gt;-DudleyMoore66&lt;br /&gt;-SplungePenguin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-107077471528191693?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107077471528191693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107077471528191693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107077471528191693' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-107052536883324618</id><published>2003-12-04T03:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T03:10:08.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has to be one of the best, most emotional songs EVER!  I don't know if it ever won awards, but it should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS SHOES&lt;br /&gt;by: NewSong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is almost Christmas time, there I stood in another line &lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to buy that last gift or two &lt;br /&gt;Not really in the Christmas mood &lt;br /&gt;Standing right in front of me, was a little boy waiting anxiously &lt;br /&gt;Pacing round like little boys do &lt;br /&gt;And in his hand he held a pair of shoes &lt;br /&gt;His clothes were worn and old, he was dirty from head to toe &lt;br /&gt;And when it came his time to pay &lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe what I heard him say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, I want to by these shoes, for my mama, please &lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size &lt;br /&gt;Could you hurry, sir &lt;br /&gt;Daddy said there's not much time &lt;br /&gt;You see Moma's been sick for quite awhile &lt;br /&gt;And I know these shoes would make her smile &lt;br /&gt;And I want her to look beautiful, If Mamma meets Jesus tonight" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He counted pennies for what seemed like years &lt;br /&gt;Then the cashier said, "son, there's not enough here" &lt;br /&gt;He searched his pockets frantically &lt;br /&gt;Then he turned and he looked at me &lt;br /&gt;He said, "Mama always made Christmas good at our house &lt;br /&gt;Through most years she did without &lt;br /&gt;Tell me sir what am I going to do &lt;br /&gt;Somehow I've got to buy these Christmas shoes" &lt;br /&gt;I just had to help him out, and as I laid the money down &lt;br /&gt;I never forgot the look on his face &lt;br /&gt;When he said, "Mama's gonna look so great" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I'd caught a glimpse of heaven's love &lt;br /&gt;As he thanked me and ran out &lt;br /&gt;I know that God had sent that little boy my way &lt;br /&gt;To remind me just what Christmas is all about &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-107052536883324618?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107052536883324618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107052536883324618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107052536883324618' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-107033154150612029</id><published>2003-12-01T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T21:19:38.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quiz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/wgryph/quizzes/What%20Finding%20Nemo%20Character%20are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/wgryph/1054600649_arlinframe.gif" border="0" alt="You are MARLIN!"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Finding Nemo Character are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents and I watched this, the other night, and laughed so much.  What a cute movie!!  Best I've seen in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-107033154150612029?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107033154150612029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107033154150612029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107033154150612029' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-107026022538319757</id><published>2003-12-01T01:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T01:49:39.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Paul &amp; Heather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the E! Story (not that I ever believe a word of that show, anymore) and it was about Heather (Mills McCartney).  I think it's cool that Paul ran into someone so similiar to Linda.  And I found it amusing that they talked about that incident before the wedding where they were on a balcony having an argument and he tossed her ring over the balcony, and someone else said it slipped off her finger while they were arguing, and THEY said they were playing catch with the ring (oh, please!) and dropped it.  LOL!  And how he took her to India (where he secretly bought her the ring) and like 2 days after they left, a bad earthquake hit so she went back to help people.  I missed the Larry King thing where she took off her leg.  How brave is that?!  And not long after, they came out with some stupid biography about her that made her look bad.  Saying she exagerates about her life and stuff.  Stupid press.  I didn't know she lost two pregnancies before.  That rules that she finally got to have a kid.  Oh, and they were having the wedding in Ireland and this guy (a Sir, no less) told the press!!  He told where it was, but then he turned around and said WHEN and Paul and Heather saw it on Tv, lol!  What a moron.  And they had it at a nice church and stuff, and it costs $3 million dollars!  Small price compared to $700 million, though.  Wow.  And there was a double rainbow outside the church.  How's that for romantic?  LOL!  I bet she never dreamed she'd be on the streets at one point and married to Paul in the future.  That so rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is it me, or did &lt;a href="http://www.heathermills.org/about.html"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt; look a lot like she'd be related to Paul when she was younger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I can't find a young photo and I don't feel like making one, but that goes to show that nobody paid her much attention until she got with Paul.  Which is sad.  I also noticed that someone posted on her forum that she (poster) finds it hard to believe that all the people in this one biogaphy show were lying when they said she wasn't all she's cracked up to be, and people got on the poster's case for saying that.  As if they know.  Just because someone is famous and has a lot of people saying she's great doesn't mean she has NO faults.  Everyone does.  Not counting the theft and stuff she had to do to survive on the streets at age 14, and the guys she dated and broke up with and the other guys she did the same with, you gotta stop and think....she's bound to make some bad choices in life.  She does a lot of good for people, but peopel related to her said some bad things, and you have to wonder if they said it for publicity reasons or because they really know her.  Wouldn't people who know her actually know more than people who are just posting on a forum?  Sure, they could be lying, but you should be allowed to say either way and not get attacked.  "She's perfect, so don't talk bad about her!"  I don't think she's done anything bad enough to cover up all the good she's done/doing, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I always wanted to be famous for donating large sums of money (after taking care of my family) for charities.  Well, not famous, but well-known.  Like I could make connections, meet people, etc. and use that to help others.  How cool would that be?  Very.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-107026022538319757?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107026022538319757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107026022538319757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107026022538319757' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-107016488242883959</id><published>2003-11-29T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T23:01:57.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rock on, George....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the anniversary of the last night of &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/music/1492446.stm"&gt;George&lt;/a&gt;'s life, I'm listening to some CDs and then watching my excellent &lt;em&gt;Concert For George&lt;/em&gt; DVD.  Hard to believe it's been two whole years, already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-107016488242883959?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107016488242883959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107016488242883959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#107016488242883959' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-107000734366686114</id><published>2003-11-28T03:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T03:16:17.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quiz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SplungePenguin/1070005976_ladirector.jpg" border="0" alt="Terry Jones - 'Life Of Brian' Director"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are the director of 'Life Of Brian' Terry&lt;br&gt;Jones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell people what to do and how to do it.  They&lt;br&gt;just choose not to do what you tell them.  But,&lt;br&gt;who cares?  You look great in a straw hat and&lt;br&gt;short denim shorts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SplungePenguin/quizzes/Which%20Terry%20Jones%20(Monty%20Python)%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Terry Jones (Monty Python) are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-107000734366686114?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107000734366686114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/107000734366686114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#107000734366686114' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106982084198882801</id><published>2003-11-25T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T23:27:53.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can never remember these....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laura Schlessinger is a US radio personality who dispenses advice to people who call in to her radio show. On her radio show recently, she said that, as an observant Orthodox Jew, homosexuality is an abomination according to Leviticus 18:22, and cannot be condoned under any circumstance. The following response is an open letter to Dr. Laura, penned by a US resident, which was posted on the Internet. It's funny, as well as thought provoking. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dr. &lt;br /&gt;Laura: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for doing so much to educate people regarding God's Law. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned a great deal from your show, and try to share that &lt;br /&gt;knowledge with as many people as I can. When someone tries to defend the &lt;br /&gt;homosexual lifestyle, for example, I simply remind them that Leviticus &lt;br /&gt;18:22 clearly states it to be an abomination... End of debate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do need some advice from you, however, regarding some other elements of God's Laws and how to follow them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Leviticus 25:44 states that I may possess slaves, both male and female, provided they are purchased from neighboring nations. A friend of mine claims that this applies to Mexicans, but not Canadians. Can you clarify? Why can't I own Canadians? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I would like to sell my daughter into slavery, as sanctioned in Exodus 21:7. In this day and age, what do you think would be a fair price for her? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I know that I am allowed no contact with a woman while she is in her period of menstrual  uncleanliness - Lev.15: 19-24. The problem is how do I tell? I have tried asking, but most women take offense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When I burn a bull on the altar as a sacrifice, I know it creates a pleasing odor for the Lord - Lev.1:9. The problem is my neighbors. They claim the odor is not pleasing to them. Should I smite them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have a neighbor who insists on working on the Sabbath. Exodus 35:2. The passage clearly states he should be put to death. Am I morally obligated to kill him myself? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A friend of mine feels that even though eating shellfish is an abomination - Lev. 11:10, it is a lesser abomination than homosexuality. I don't agree. Can you settle this? Are there 'degrees' of abomination? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Lev. 21:20 states that I may not approach the altar of God if I have a defect in my sight. I have to admit that I wear reading glasses. Does my vision have to be 20/20, or is there some wiggle room here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Most of my male friends get their hair trimmed, including the hair around their temples, even though this is expressly forbidden by Lev. 19:27. How should they die? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I know from Lev. 11:6-8 that touching the skin of a dead pig makes me unclean, but may  still play football if I wear gloves? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. My uncle has a farm. He violates Lev. 19:19 by planting two different crops in &lt;br /&gt;the same field, as does his wife by wearing garments made of two different kinds of thread (cotton/polyester blend). He also tends to curse and blaspheme a lot. Is it really necessary that we go to all the trouble of getting the whole town together to stone them? - Lev.24:10-16. Couldn't we just burn them to death at a private family affair like we do with people who sleep with their in-laws? (Lev. 20:14) I know you have studied these things extensively and thus enjoy considerable expertise in such matters, so I am confident you can help.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thank you again for reminding us that God's word is eternal and unchanging.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-Your adoring fan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Author: ?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106982084198882801?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106982084198882801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106982084198882801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106982084198882801' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106973319246511890</id><published>2003-11-24T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T23:07:02.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tee-hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too of the page, &lt;a href="http://www.neilinnes.org/python/mpfc.htm"&gt;click the green dot thingy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106973319246511890?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106973319246511890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106973319246511890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106973319246511890' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106970943110065355</id><published>2003-11-24T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T16:31:00.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shoppy shoppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom said she was going out, so I got out of bed.  I lay there thinking I don't NEED to go, but then I don't wanna miss anything, lol!  We went to BJ's wholesale club and then to Wal-Mart.  I'm pretty much done my Christmas shopping, but I need to go with my dad to get my mom some stuff, and then find a way to get something for the both of them.  Hm.  Finally got the forms for my insurance.  I'm gonna get Kaiser Permanente insurance.  I don't wanna go to the doctor.  Ug.  Granted, it'd be better than having to go there AND the hospital, so....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106970943110065355?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106970943110065355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106970943110065355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106970943110065355' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106965613282645702</id><published>2003-11-24T01:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T01:42:41.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quiz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.captainquack.com/quiz.php"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.captainquack.com/images/quiz/D.gif" border="0" alt="Captain Quack Rubber Duck Quiz"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird, cos I just finished my plastic canvas duckie we learned to make at crafts, last week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106965613282645702?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106965613282645702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106965613282645702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106965613282645702' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106947790787373357</id><published>2003-11-22T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T00:12:15.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>40 years ago, today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pro.corbis.com/popup/enlargementinfo.asp?USAU=0&amp;Area=search&amp;fdid=&amp;mdid=10019353&amp;qsPageNo=1&amp;lvl=&amp;CurrentPos=1&amp;JT=0&amp;page=enlargement&amp;TotalCount=1000"&gt;Remember&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106947790787373357?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106947790787373357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106947790787373357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106947790787373357' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106946773445754016</id><published>2003-11-21T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T21:22:41.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Glasses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe!  Started out with that stupid air test.  Then shined (shone?) the light in my eyes and then I had to read letters with spots in my eyes!  Before I went in, my mom and I were looking at the frames, and I couldn't find where the pair I had were supposed to go, lol!  He said my eyes were fine for distance (said nothign about headaches or anything when I watch Tv, grr!) and I'm gonna get another pair of reading glasses.  The frames are kinda small, black and semi-thick, but not a lot.  Not wire frames, though.  The ones will be more sturdy.  I couldn't remember my social security number (as usual), but then I remembered, afterwards.  The guy said to take breaks form the computer.  Der.  So, my eyes will continue to be strained when watching Tv and I will continue to get headaches.  Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I get my new specs in 7-10 days, woo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106946773445754016?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106946773445754016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106946773445754016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106946773445754016' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106937203444797282</id><published>2003-11-20T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T18:47:40.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eye exam is tomorrow.  We never got papers for insurance, yet.  My mom called and they said the papers were mailed out on the 4th.  Um, okay.  I was ready to go get this done, before, but now I'm freaking out about it, again.  I need to go, but I don't like all that medical stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a couple more eMails from the government thingy.  Apparently, my letter seemed like it was done by a child because of my lack of addresses (I gave street names and intersections!), verbiage (uh huh) and details (what a joke!).  I'm sure you all understood, from reading my post, what the problems were, and I was WAY more descriptive in my eMail.  Anyway, I had to explain things a couple more times and she's gonna write some letters and try and get things sorted out.  Letters to the same people who didn't do crap the other times.  Cleaning the gutters isn't gonna stop the water from coming out of the gutters cos the gutters were redone in the wrong manner.  *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106937203444797282?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106937203444797282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106937203444797282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106937203444797282' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106929712503959118</id><published>2003-11-19T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T22:01:20.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quizzes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rebelsnail.net/tyrant/bunny.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rebelsnail.net/tyrant/test.html" target="_blank"&gt;How Would &lt;i&gt;YOU&lt;/i&gt; Take Over the World?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.rebelsnail.net/music/flight.gif" width="266" height="112"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rebelsnail.net/music/test.html" target="_blank"&gt;Take the test&lt;/a&gt;, by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/unitedhotcake" target="_blank"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106929712503959118?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106929712503959118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106929712503959118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106929712503959118' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106929300063976159</id><published>2003-11-19T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T20:50:25.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Question....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Question: Have you ever accidentally banned yourself from your own tagboard? -Juli&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually tried, but it didn't work, lol!  Did you do it?  They had some weird problem with the database and lost thousands of boards, but they had a backup and just had to upload the database.  They have a thing to do if you've banned yourself, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106929300063976159?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106929300063976159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106929300063976159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106929300063976159' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106929259847111663</id><published>2003-11-19T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T20:43:43.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, this is a good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a while, last night, writing to some of my congress people, senators, etc. about the problems in my neighborhood.  Here's a few....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Booze bottles/glass, dog crap (I hope!), dirty diaper, guy smoking pot every morning, etc. on the sidewalks.  Not to mention trash in the flower pots, people bring trash from their homes and putting it in the county trash cans and overfilling them (I'm talking BAGS, here), etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  People letting their hedges grow halfway across the sidewalk and the knee-high grass growing across the other half.  Lord knows what's IN there!  Plus, a business with a dumpster that smells SO bad, and we had to live across from it for years.  The workers stand out there yelling and cussing, drinking, etc.  They park their huge trucks in the lanes of traffic and won't move and they've driven into the hedges (when we lived there) numerous times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Cars will literally run into you if you're crossing in a crosswalk.  My mom's been cussed out, beeped at and nearly run over.  The "people" said we can't get a camera there because there's not an abnormal amount of traffic problems there.  How many accidents and deaths is normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  People do NOT shove their sidewalks!!  It's a law you have so long to do it after the snow.  Old people live around here.  My mom walks to work every day, and up hill, no less.  It's hard enough for kids to walk on ice, let alone older people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  People "fixed" our road and gutters a year ago.  Now the water from the gutter flows out (cos it's crooked) under our cars and my mom and I have to go out and chop the ice for HOURS to get our cars out.  What if there's an emergency?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  You can't see through the brush and trees to pull out on this street.  We just had a bad accident.  But who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  People cut the grass and leave it lay on the sidewalk.  Wet grass on your shoes is not pretty.  They also sweep it into the gutter.  Another thing that's supposed to be illegal as it clogs the drains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Kids have gone into yards and left beer bottles and broken lights.  This is called trespassing and vadelism (sp.) and it's illegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the things I complained about.  I just checked my mail.  Half the eMails came back saying they can't answer electronically, etc.  I've been writing (and my mom's been calling) for YEARS!  People lie and say they'll check into it.  Cops say to contact one dept. and those ones say to contact the first!  One even said they checked the timing of the cross-walk light and it was fine.  Um, okay so that, and a sign, makes cars obey the laws and that means they'll stop, now?  And I sure as hell wouldn't vote for politicians who have their helpers put those "vote for" signs in the flower pots!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big thing is....I got about 4 eMails saying the senator I wrote to is recalling the eMail.  I was like, huh?  Then I saw this other one.  Apparently it's from whoever reads the mail.  She accidently sent her eMail (to whoever), to ME!  So, I got to see her saying how she thinks I'm a kid (kids don't have a say, then?) who is mad at the world, or maybe just mad at my neighborhood.  And she wanted to know what to do, and if she should send it to wherever cos most of it deals with that dept.!!!  I could NOT believe what I was reading!  She doesn't know me and because I have many complaints, she assumes I'm some little child just complaining about the WORLD?!  Like she has to ask what to do with my letter!  Maybe it'll just get trashed.  Now I know how that works, and I know who I would NEVER consider supporting!  She also says if they do something about these complaints, that may anger my neighbors!!  WHAT?!  Half of these things the neighbors are DOING are illegal!  Why protect THEM?!  I am SO annoyed right now.  You try and make the neighborhood safer and cleaner and you get treated like YOU'RE doing something wrong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106929259847111663?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106929259847111663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106929259847111663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106929259847111663' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106921111688873214</id><published>2003-11-18T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T22:05:41.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just had someone IM me on my other name (that I only use for mail, not surfing) and they said they remembered me from some forum and I said I never went there and what's it about, etc.  So I check on Google to make sure it's legit, and I go and I can't find any mention of my name.  They asked me what my eMail addy was and I said it's the same as my screenname at aol. And they were like, "*insert screenname*" and I said yeah, and they asked if I was a girl and I said yeah and I said I don't know why my name would be there and they said, "Got me" and also said how would they have my name, then.  So I looked for my name on the forum and then asked them what thread I had posted under and they were signed off.  What the hell?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106921111688873214?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106921111688873214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106921111688873214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106921111688873214' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106920073222163683</id><published>2003-11-18T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T19:12:36.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty sad when some nobody starts IMing me and saying hello Lisa like they know me, then telling me to click a link.  I say I don't click links from people I don't know and they say it's a music link or some song.  Asking me if I have speakers and whatnot and telling me, again, to go to the link.  I say I have my radio on anyway and then they're like, "If you don't wanna go to it, that's cool" with awful spelling mistakes (why can't people spell "cool" without difficulty?) and then the next sentence is "You seem hard to chat with bye."  UM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, maybe I'm busy and don't have time to click random links.  Second, I'm sorry if I don't wanna get a virus or something form some stranger pretending like we're buddies, trying to get me to go to a link I know nothing about.  If it was a real link, I'm not interested.  I don't know you so why would I care to listen to a song you consider good??  What's the point in that?  Then don't say it's cool and then insult me and leave after you wasted MY time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also quite annoyed that I can't even write to my state's politicians without getting stupid eMails saying they're eMail isn't the one I used and I have to go to the site and fill out the form, but they can't reply via eMail.  So what's the point?  Should I waste a dozen stamps sending out letters (no printer, remember) so they can trash it?  I'm sick of complaining about serious things in my neighborhood, being lied to when they say it was looked into or will be and then things keep happening.  "Oh, we're working on making the city a better place, but screw the county."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106920073222163683?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106920073222163683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106920073222163683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106920073222163683' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106919914925582092</id><published>2003-11-18T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T18:46:28.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As posted on my Python LiveJournal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dvdmg.com/mccartneypeta.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;Here's the thing I was at&lt;/a&gt;!  I really have to buy this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The review says it's really "nothing special."  Apparently he wasn't there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106919914925582092?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106919914925582092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106919914925582092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106919914925582092' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106919801892257067</id><published>2003-11-18T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T18:27:22.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Question....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Question: Is Richard Dawson still alive?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  There should be a RD link on the left, here.  He'll be 71 on the 20th of this month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106919801892257067?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106919801892257067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106919801892257067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106919801892257067' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106911791604415453</id><published>2003-11-17T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T20:12:19.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, um....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching that &lt;em&gt;Britney Spears: In The Zone&lt;/em&gt; thing.  I know I complained about people being slutty to sell, but I think she really works her butt off on all that dance stuff and everything, and if I were gay, I would totally dig her, lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106911791604415453?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106911791604415453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106911791604415453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106911791604415453' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106911282170777012</id><published>2003-11-17T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T18:47:24.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has a coupon so I can get an eye exam and glasses (have to pick from certain frames) for $99.  I really need a new pair, so that'll be cool.  She's gonna  make an appointment next week, cos it's supposed to rain all this week.  All the years I went (I used to get them every two years), I only got that air test the last time.  I hate that thing.  And I hate that the exam guy has to be all up in my face, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream, the other night, that there was a tornado funnel right outside the window, and that same night, &lt;em&gt;The Wizard Of Oz&lt;/em&gt; was on.  Weirdness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106911282170777012?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106911282170777012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106911282170777012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106911282170777012' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106903869488521822</id><published>2003-11-16T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T22:11:57.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad Luther Vandross won a couple awards.  And very glad they showed a quick John Denver clip, hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a like/hate relationship with Sheryl Crow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106903869488521822?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106903869488521822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106903869488521822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106903869488521822' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106903584116052801</id><published>2003-11-16T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T21:27:28.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blargh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a site has AIM icons and buttons for linking TO the site, you shouldn't find like over a dozen of them on some other site, half of which aren't even linked/credited in any way to the site that made them!  And you really shouldn't use fanlisting buttons on your site without even linking to the fanlisting!  They're not made to spruce up a website.  They're for linking to the site!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm watching the music awards.  I can't believe how slutty these people are.  I mean, some people start out really decent and then get sucked into the whole sex-image and it's really sad that they have to do that to sell their music.  And the ones that are stuck up are just as bad.  Like Justin Timberlake thanking himself!  And Pink seemed really snobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just showed a commercian with a little girl playing by a big pool and the guy says, "Just tell your daughter you couldn't watch her cos you were getting stoned.  She'll understand."  Okay, so why not do that with beer commercials?  Why is pot made to be SO much worse than beer??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did Weird Al get so popular?  He's such a nerd!  If I did that stuff, I'd be humiliated and made fun of forever.  Evanescence is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a complaint letter to a restaurant and the guy says he liked to hear from people and wanted me to call and explain things.  Um, I already wrote everything in the form, why should I have to call, too?!  Our orders were wrong and we didn't have to pay what got messed up, but we shouldn't have to sit there and feel weird about it while we're eating.  And then to have to waste time on the phone with the guy is even worse.  He has all the info. in the eMail, why waste more time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom bought me a new CD case to match my other ones (blue and black) and it holds 20 CDs.  I needed another one for my computer disks.  My mom is the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106903584116052801?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106903584116052801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106903584116052801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106903584116052801' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106893208863251338</id><published>2003-11-15T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T16:35:09.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Annoying, but fun....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bol.ucla.edu/~jwo/lj/quiz/c.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I did it in 42&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt; seconds.&lt;br&gt;I deserved a C!!&lt;br&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.bol.ucla.edu/~jwo/lj/quiz/dex.html"&gt;How Dexterous Are You? Quiz&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106893208863251338?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106893208863251338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106893208863251338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106893208863251338' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106887236226752301</id><published>2003-11-14T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T00:26:05.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always saw these videos for rent, and thought they looked amusingly stupid, but I just now watched &lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00005TNF1.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;The Blair Thumb&lt;/a&gt; (check out that photo, lmao!) and loved it!  SO funny!  Here's the &lt;a href="http://www.thumb.com"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106887236226752301?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106887236226752301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106887236226752301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106887236226752301' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106886404479221585</id><published>2003-11-14T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T21:41:04.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quiz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SuperCurlz/1059225322_CWINDOWSDesktopREgis.jpg" border="0" alt="CWINDOWSDesktopREgis.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Regis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SuperCurlz/quizzes/Which%20Celebrity%20would%20you%20hook%20up%20with%20if%20you%20were%20drunk%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Celebrity would you hook up with if you were drunk?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106886404479221585?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106886404479221585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106886404479221585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106886404479221585' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106879846312886453</id><published>2003-11-14T03:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T03:28:39.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quiz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/StephenKingMaineIac/1045943813_EGSskjordy.JPG" border="0" alt="Jordy"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jordy Verrill.  Do you have a self-esteem problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From &lt;i&gt;Creepshow.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/StephenKingMaineIac/quizzes/%22What%20Stephen%20King%20Character%20Are%20You%3F%22%20%20(Now%20Open)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;"What Stephen King Character Are You?"  (Now Open)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo!  LOL!  I love that part in the show!  And it's cool that I actually got Steve and not just a Steve *character.*  Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106879846312886453?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106879846312886453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106879846312886453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106879846312886453' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106877527589640685</id><published>2003-11-13T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T21:01:45.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aw....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 28th anniversary, Mom and Dad!&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106877527589640685?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106877527589640685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106877527589640685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106877527589640685' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106861098692468478</id><published>2003-11-11T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T23:23:31.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quiz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/LaMaupin/1050802834_anisbanner.jpg" border="0" alt="janis"&gt;&lt;br&gt;you are Janis Joplin! rock on, rock on. You are one&lt;br&gt;kick @$$ chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/LaMaupin/quizzes/which%20dead%20rock%20star%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;which dead rock star are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106861098692468478?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106861098692468478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106861098692468478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106861098692468478' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106850683990367330</id><published>2003-11-10T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T20:45:05.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nifty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents and I went shopping, today.  My mom and I split a mudslide and I ordered a pizza, which was like a tortilla and they put all this spinach on it.  My mom's gravy was ice cold and my dad's sandwhich was lacking a topping, plus they left off the mustard and didn't remember to bring his coke.  So my mom mentioned this and we only had to pay for the drinks, woo!  No "sorry," or anything from the waitress OR the manager, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got stopped by some nice-looking foriegn (foreign?) guy who buffed one of my mom's nails.  I think he was afraid of mine, lol!  Nice shine and it's natural, too!  $30 for the kit, but it's a useful product that she'll use.  He tried selling us another kit for $20 and then came over and said $15.  He was so clingy, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt's birthday is today.  My mom's is next month, on the 10th, but they're several years apart, in age.  Still neat how it's the same date (10th).  It's also &lt;a href="http://www.richardburton.com"&gt;Richard Burton&lt;/a&gt;'s birthday.  And the odd thing is, my dad got some DVDs and onf of them had a RB movie, along with some other movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so my mom called Circuit City to ask about the MP3 player they have on sale.  Well, she gets redirected 4 times!  She asked for the manager (cos the last guy was like, "Well WE know what WE'RE doing!") and he said he'd check to see if they have them in stock.  He never called back!  We got one, anyway, and it was right by the service desk, so what's the big deal?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom keeps getting hives every morning and she cruised over to the doctor's office since they wouldn't call her back.  The woman said that's the second person she's seen, today, who had hives.  She said it may be the start of a stomach bug or something and this is the body's way of fighting it off.  Um, okay.  In other words, "We have NO clue."  She got some allergy medicine to take.  They don't know (or care, apparently) what it is, but they give her allergy medicine.  It could be some new thing and they don't even look into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we stopped at Wal-Mart and did some shopping.  Then my mom put plastic on my windows, in the other room, and the two little cubby-hole windows.  And then I cleaned my room.  Looks so much better.  My carpet is the kind that attracts fuzz and it really shows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, yeah, that's about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106850683990367330?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106850683990367330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106850683990367330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106850683990367330' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106842539951135967</id><published>2003-11-09T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T19:49:56.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been watching a bunch of movies, so I updated that section on the lower-right-hand (or wherever it is) side of my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106842539951135967?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106842539951135967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106842539951135967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106842539951135967' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106827887880582841</id><published>2003-11-08T03:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T03:07:56.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, what have I been up to?  I'm slightly less upset about my health issues.  Still haven't gotten insurance, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I went to the Christmas thingy at the church, before we went to work.  I get SO addicted to the game thing where you put a quarter in the slot and it lands and pushes all the other quarters towards a ditch thing, and what falls in, you keep.  I spent so much.  I was determined to win this big bundle of them before quitting, and I finally did.  Meanwhile, my mom got Bingo things where you pell back the paper and if you get all the letters, you win.  Shw wqon $25!  Then she won 50cents three times!  And we played the one where you put a quarter on numbers 1-6 and the guy spins the wheel which has sections wioth three dice on each and you win according to how many of the dice are your numbers.  We won a few times, on that.  My mom did well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to work.  I got nachos, beforehand.  She finished the vacuuming (again) cos I was hurting.  We got pizza and then came home, ate and watched &lt;em&gt;Matrix Reloaded&lt;/em&gt;.  We thought it was stupid.  Especially the end!  Ug!  Maybe we shoulda watched the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom bought me "The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy" and I'm in the 100's pages.  Woo!  My audio book-on-tape, read by Terry, came, today.  Haven't listened, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to see if there were any new &lt;a href="http://pro.corbis.com/popup/enlargementinfo.asp?USAU=0&amp;Area=search&amp;fdid=&amp;mdid=12236960&amp;qsPageNo=1&amp;lvl=&amp;CurrentPos=24&amp;JT=0&amp;page=enlargement&amp;TotalCount=40"&gt;Bob Crane&lt;/a&gt; photos online.  Most are old ones and the others are stupid photos from &lt;em&gt;Autofocus&lt;/em&gt;.  I turned another copy around (to hide the cover) in Blockbuster, last week, hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all, for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106827887880582841?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106827887880582841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106827887880582841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106827887880582841' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106826624560385187</id><published>2003-11-07T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T23:37:23.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ntv.co.jp/channel/asx/hkzkt10.asx"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106826624560385187?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106826624560385187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106826624560385187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106826624560385187' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106791290221921482</id><published>2003-11-03T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T21:28:20.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another update....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those checking in, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom had a doc appt., today, and she asked him about my situation.  he said it doesn't sound like anything to be worrying about since it isn't really a "new situation" with me.  Not sure how I feel about advice like that, since the guy didn't see me or anything.  I really don't care for doctors.  Especially the ones who just say whatever, hand out pills for whatever and don't bother to listen to symptoms or anything.  Giving someone a perscription for medicine over the phone seems like a definate no-no, in my opinion.  Back when I used to go to the doc, I always had to go in for the stupidest things!  Now you can get pills over the phone and stuff!  Is that REALLy safe?!  It just seems like you can say something is wrong, and they don't bother to check into it.  They just give you whatever and let you be on your way.  "Take these and see how it goes."  How nice.  Meanwhile, I'm a nervous wreck worrying about it and having to go through Christmas dealing with it before I can get insurance because I'm not thrilled about going to the Emergency Room, instead.  That doesn't feel right.  And I keep reading things on the web, which only makes it better when I find something soothing, but then 100x worse when I read something that isn't very reassuring.  I'll end up having an ulcer, and I already have horrible depressions from thinking things I shouldn't be thinking.  I just hate the fact that people are out there abusing insurance, welfare, etc. and when someone really needs financial assurance, they have to wait it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the money.  Not life.  Not compassion.  The money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106791290221921482?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106791290221921482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106791290221921482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106791290221921482' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106782042987514169</id><published>2003-11-02T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T19:47:08.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Question....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Question: Damn right!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the rest of it, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106782042987514169?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106782042987514169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106782042987514169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106782042987514169' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106776060323083775</id><published>2003-11-02T03:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T03:13:05.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be able to get insurance for a few months, which sucks, so if I end up having to go to the Emergency Room, in the near future (I'll post before I do, unless I have to go before I have a chance to post), then I probably won't be online for some time.  If I don't show up on the web, that's probably why.  If I get any question submissions or posts, they'll be answered when I get a chance.  If I haven't visited your site in a while (and you happened to notice), it's because I just haven't felt very webby, lately.  Nothing personal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106776060323083775?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106776060323083775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106776060323083775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106776060323083775' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106776045682174736</id><published>2003-11-02T03:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T03:07:35.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Question....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Question: And who's the cat who won't cop out when there is danger all about?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaft!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106776045682174736?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106776045682174736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106776045682174736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106776045682174736' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106774312986647080</id><published>2003-11-01T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T22:18:48.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Question....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Question: Who's the black private dick that's a sex machine to all the chicks?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaft!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106774312986647080?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106774312986647080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106774312986647080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106774312986647080' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106755969253655871</id><published>2003-10-30T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T19:21:31.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having some, uh, personal issues (nothing I really care to discuss on the web), lately, so I haven't been blogging as much as I "should" be.  Sorry about that.  I'll post when I have something interesting to say, or when I get back into a normal routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I haven't turned purple, or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the comments coming.  They give me something to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106755969253655871?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106755969253655871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106755969253655871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106755969253655871' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106747040191206959</id><published>2003-10-29T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T18:33:20.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Question....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Question: John Cleese Alert! He's going to be on "Will and Grace" tomorrow night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eep!  Thanks!  I woulda missed it.  I totally forgot he was even gonna be on it, lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106747040191206959?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106747040191206959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106747040191206959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106747040191206959' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106740439781172193</id><published>2003-10-29T00:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T00:13:17.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amusing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.cox.net/impunity/endofworld.swf"&gt;Check this out&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106740439781172193?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106740439781172193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106740439781172193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106740439781172193' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106730239058354587</id><published>2003-10-27T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T19:53:09.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/frasier_luver/kelsey_camille11.jpg"&gt;he&lt;/a&gt; went on and on about this healthy, strict diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/frasier_luver/grammer22.jpg"&gt;Surf's up&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/frasier_luver/grammer24.jpg"&gt;Doggy&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All photos from &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/frasier_luver/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't have a thing for him.  I was just looking for a certain photo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106730239058354587?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106730239058354587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106730239058354587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106730239058354587' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106714816954817640</id><published>2003-10-26T01:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T01:06:57.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one of those music infomercials on, now.  The first person they showed was John Denver, in 1974, singing "Annie's Song."  *swoon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, just went back in time an hour for day-light savings time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my mom and I went to Wal-Mart, today, and "Country Roads" was on.  I said I never hear him, and that makes twice in 24-hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blue Bayou" is a cool song.  They showed Elton, too.  I love these "shows."  Aw, another John snippet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eep!  And two more snippets!  I should be taping this.  I get so emotional over him.  "Country Roads," woo!  Aw, "Leaving On A Jet Plane" makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Elton snippet, hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew, young Rod Stewart.  Great songs, bad look, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arlo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nights In White Satin," yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106714816954817640?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106714816954817640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106714816954817640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106714816954817640' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106714646295099779</id><published>2003-10-26T01:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T01:34:22.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ellen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally dig &lt;a href="http://www.ellen-degeneres.com"&gt;Ellen DeGeneres&lt;/a&gt;.  I always forget that I saw her at the PETA banquet (in 1999).  So, her show just started and she was dancing in the elevator.  She was in there alone and "R-E-S-P-E-C-T" was on, so she's dancing, mouthing the words and pretty much head-banging, and then the music stops and a voice says, "Ma'am?  Could you please stop jumping around in the elevator?" and she looks up at the camera, turns and hides her face, lmao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106714646295099779?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106714646295099779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106714646295099779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106714646295099779' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106712120102522274</id><published>2003-10-25T18:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T18:33:20.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quizzy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/shanachie/1038961931_pbavariana.jpg" border="0" alt="You are Bavarian"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a Bavarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/shanachie/quizzes/What's%20your%20Inner%20European%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's your Inner European?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106712120102522274?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106712120102522274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106712120102522274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106712120102522274' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106704020054817968</id><published>2003-10-24T20:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T20:03:20.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Question....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Question: How's your bar doing these days? We haven't heard anything about it in a while... :-)  /chick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreadful!  I haven't had any good dreams in ages!  Last night, I had something that included the following....A hospital and some guy's brother dying, hundreds of funky race cars in the parking lot of my high school, Kenny G throwing his sax and me catching it then getting mobbed by nutty fans and he got on the school bus and wouldn't help me, some lunatic in a police car shooting a nail gun and hitting a guy, my mom and I laying on the ground to dodge the lunatic, a spider crawling on my side (one was in my room, last night) while I was giving money to "Jack" form &lt;em&gt;Will &amp; Grace&lt;/em&gt;, Terry walking up to the road and my mom and I laughing at him, me running over to him to give him a small pink brain, a small yellow brain....I think that was about it.  The last bar dream I had involved my ex-best friend (*grumble*) dating Shatner (glasses, so all wasn't lost) and she was flaunting him, even though he was drunk or something.  I gave them a free drink and they ordered a ton of food, then I told the bartender Dudley would be showing up and he could play the piano (I gave him the black grand piano in the bar a few months back) and I went outside to get him, and once he got there, I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106704020054817968?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106704020054817968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106704020054817968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106704020054817968' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106696031736148599</id><published>2003-10-23T21:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T21:51:56.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you believe in God, or not, &lt;a href="http://www.theinterviewwithgod.com/popup3.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; has some of the most beautiful photos I've ever seen, and a great message.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106696031736148599?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106696031736148599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106696031736148599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106696031736148599' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106686754062146459</id><published>2003-10-22T20:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T20:05:40.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see, now!  If a person has a bunch of websites, that means they HAVE to own a credit card.  Yep, makes sense.  I'm not sure why I don't trust people when they want something from me, and expect me to send it before I get what I'm getting in return.  I mean, people just get rude and snippy when you tell them something is more trouble than it's worth, even though they know NOTHING about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106686754062146459?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106686754062146459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106686754062146459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106686754062146459' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106686089068861293</id><published>2003-10-22T18:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T18:30:12.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no reply from Amazon, which is REALLY ticking me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I were watching the news and saw where some woman got a doberman from the Human Society listed on petfinders.com and there was no mention of it being put there because the previous owner was attacked and had to get 46 stitches and took it there to be put down or whatever.  Which really makes the society look bad, and they SHOULD get sued, as should the website.  The adopter got attacked from behind (she was 66) and the dog bit through her skull and she died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really despise guys who start IMing me and saying they'd like to be friends and I explain I'm not gonna meet them or call them, and they continue to give me their number or address, etc. and then start saying things like, "You're so beautiful," "I really like you," etc. and when I tell them I'm not comfortable hearing those things from someone who doesn't even know me, they keep doing it!!  What don't you understand when someone says to stop?!  "Oh, I just wanna be friends, that.s all....I'm so attracted to you....I wanna be more than friends...."  Get a freakin' life!  Maybe some girls fall for that crap, but a lot don't!  Nothing like being lied to.  If I find out a guy lied to me about just wanting to be friends and being fine with just chatting online, then that's it.  Nothing you say is gonna get me to trust you.  If you can't be honest and control you d@mn hormones, then forget it.  Do I look desperate?  Do I look like I'm online to meet guys?  Do you think that when I say I don't want to meet you, it means I do?  NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I reinstalled Windows the other night and still had the IPHLPAPI.DLL (don't look up solutions cos I tried them all) error.  I finally tried extracting a backup copy and it seems to have worked, so far.  Someone tried telling me that I had too much stuff running!  Like I'm supposed to just run Explorer, Norton and SysTray?  So all the money I pay for stuff, I'm not supposed to use it?  And I could use it before, but not now?  And they didn't see my point.  If AOL raises prices to cover the "new features," I wanna be able to USE them!  And the way AOL and Microsoft blame each other and don't give you a straight answer.  Whatever.  People who don't know what they're talking about should NOT give advice!  It's funny how I manage to solve my own problems, and the help/support have no hand in it, other than to mess things up, worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a problem figuring out why people who wanna trade me for something THEY want, can't read my Terms page.  "I need this, but I have nothing to trade you, so I'll just send you a tape and shipping, and screw the time, trip to the post office, etc. that you have to waste."  And I'm not stupid enough to send out tapes (anymore) and THEN have you send my stuff.  I've been screwed out of things way too much for that and I'm not doing it, anymore.  And I don't need to hear long-winded stories about why you need such-and-such video.  I've heard them all!  And I've seen how nice people can be until they realize they're not getting anything, or until they get it and they can go back to being NOT-so-nice.  Is it that hard to let me know you got the tape?  Apparently, it is.  When I say you can buy me something online, as the trade, I don't expect to be told that I have to send your tape first so you can inspect it, and then you say you'll send me money for whatever I want online.  By then, the item is gone and IF you pay me, I have to make ANOTHER trip out to cash the check/money order, get another money order and send away for the item myself.  The whole point of YOU getting it online for ME is so I don't have to mess with that.  But hey, who cares?  I'll just do allt he work so you can have what YOU want.  And nobody takes "no" for an answer!  "I looked everywhere else!  I NEED this from you!"  And when they don't even offer to pay me extra for my time or the post office trip!  What the hell?!  I shouldn't have to beg for something extra!  If you have nothing to trade, then that's YOUR problem!  Look up the word "trade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, the internet is really p!ssing me off, again.  And it's not MY fault!  I don't make these problems for myself.  It's people who can't/won't read that do it.  I'm also tired of the repeated phrases I see on other sites when someone is having this itty bitty problem.  "My boyfriend is too nice and it's bothering me!"  and then fifty replies like, "Oh, I'm so sorry!  Lemme know if you need anything.  You rock!  I love your site.  It'll work out, okay." etc.  Ug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have a hangnail."  "OMG!  That's horrible!  I feel so sorry for you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had to reinstall Windows."  "...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That concludes this entry.  Yeah, it's all negative, and frankly, I don't give a sh!t.  I'm not in the mood to Blog, anymore.  For the two, or three, people who read it, I could just eMail what I have to say.  Maybe if I had a site about dolls or something, people would contribute more.  Or not, cos if I own it, it doesn't get comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and, the &lt;a href="http://hartman.funurl.com"&gt;Phil Hartman fanlisting&lt;/a&gt; has 6 members.  Isn't that great?  Who knew he had so few fans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106686089068861293?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106686089068861293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106686089068861293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106686089068861293' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106671546908229675</id><published>2003-10-21T01:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T01:51:08.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Figures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazon contacted me and said they couldn't get the CD from their sources, so they cancelled my order.  This is right after I couldn't get online and reformatted my hard drive, losing all my saved mail, including my $20 Amazon coupon.  I checked my account and I have 56cents, or so, left in my account.  Hello?!  Refund??  What the hell?  And my 1-year expiration date still stands form the original date, so they're wasting my time.  I have plenty of time to use it, if I HAVE it.  Now I can't buy anything until they read my two letters and get back to me.  I'm sure they'll say it's my fault I don't have my coupon and they'll say they can't do anything about it, or look it up.  I'm taking bets on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106671546908229675?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106671546908229675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106671546908229675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106671546908229675' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106671120129115080</id><published>2003-10-21T00:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T00:40:00.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://send.greetings.yahoo.com/greet/send?.id=152060683&amp;.catu=/cards/Sanrio"&gt;Aw&lt;/a&gt;!  The hug at the end is so adorable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106671120129115080?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106671120129115080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106671120129115080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106671120129115080' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106670169103959789</id><published>2003-10-20T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T22:01:31.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost all my saved mail.  Can't think of anything REALLY important, except a few things I was saving (for eMail addies, etc.).  If I never replied to you about something, that may be why.  Ug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106670169103959789?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106670169103959789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106670169103959789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106670169103959789' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106669342604794970</id><published>2003-10-20T19:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T19:43:45.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Question....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Question: About the teasing thing: If you weren't teased in school, would you still feel sorry for the teasee? -Juli&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think so, yeah.  I have great respect for the smallest insects and that had nothing to do with school, so if I can get emotional over the abuse of an ant, then I'm sure I'd still feel bad about people being teased.  Same with adults.  I can't believe how many little kids aren't afraid to make rude comments to older people.  I guess they know you can't do anything to them to shut them up, and usually the parents are the same way, or they don't care what their kids do.  I was even thinking, the other day, I wonder what I'd be like if I were in the popular circle.  I thought I'd be one of those popular kids who liked being popular, but hated when my friends started teasing an unpopular kid, and I'd make the effort to say I was sorry and try to keep in touch with the ones being teased.  I'd hope I'd have enough sense to show them that just because I was popular doesn't mean I'm a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I mentioned that girl who used to tease me constantly (because I used to hang out with her friend until she moved on and then I'd still go over and play games with her younger brothers and sisters cos I have the child-like mentality and imagination and I loved putting it to use).  She eventually turned goth and people started teasing her and the two of them asked if I was coming back over, one day.  I thought they were joking, but they were serious.  The goth chick went her own way and had her goth friends, while the other one was a bit more popular and not goth at all.  And then my last friend (and my other ex-friend) were good friends with the goth girl, so it was weird how that worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I think I'd still feel the same way.  I don't have any actual friends so I can't say I'm siding with one side or the other, since I don't fit into any of the known categories.  I think I woulda fit in well with the stoners, lol!  I'm a goth at heart, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106669342604794970?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106669342604794970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106669342604794970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106669342604794970' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106652596912968182</id><published>2003-10-18T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T21:12:49.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hollywoodmuseum.com/photogallery/pg_hemevening.html"&gt;This is where my mom and I went&lt;/a&gt; for the tour of the Hollywood Museum.  The &lt;em&gt;Star Trek&lt;/em&gt; thing was awesome.  And we ran out of photos before we got to the &lt;em&gt;Cheers&lt;/em&gt; set, but oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106652596912968182?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106652596912968182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106652596912968182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106652596912968182' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106651894873121103</id><published>2003-10-18T19:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T21:13:01.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched a movie called &lt;em&gt;Bang Bang You're Dead&lt;/em&gt; about this teen who was constantly teased in school and he video taped it all and said he was gonna kill the students, and he got in trouble for it.  And the school board watched the video and saw how he was treated and how the bullies/jocks treated people and they understood more.  Those guys got suspended and possibly expelled, and the other kid stopped a few of his friends from going into the school and shooting everyone, so he did the right thing, in the end.  And he was in a play that was real similar to his own life, and it was a hit and at the end, the movie said that the play has been downloaded form the website over 100,000 times and it's used in schools and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me think that people still don't get it.  Excuses like "Everybody gets teased" don't hold up.  Some people can handle being teased better than others can.  And when someone kills themself or others because they were teased and couldn't escape that, people blame the person who was teased!  Because they don't know how it feels to go through that.  Eveyrone's different.  And even after seeing something like this, people still tease and they still don't get it.  When I read about someone breaking and killing the people who teased them, I feel sorry for the person who was teased, not the ones who were killed.  They made it happen.  If they hadn't been such jerks, it wouldn't have happened.  ANd yet, people still don't stop doing that crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106651894873121103?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106651894873121103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106651894873121103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106651894873121103' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106650608143994083</id><published>2003-10-18T15:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T15:41:20.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's alive and aware of things, yet there's no law protecting her from dying (being murdered, rather) like this?!  What kind of husband would do this (except because he wants to marry another woman)?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a second, &lt;a href="http://www.terrisfight.org"&gt;check this out&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106650608143994083?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106650608143994083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106650608143994083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106650608143994083' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106644911510783895</id><published>2003-10-17T23:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T23:52:38.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Owie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts.  Bleah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I can't find any songs by &lt;a href="http://www.clodaghrodgers.co.uk/discography.htm"&gt;Clodagh Rodgers&lt;/a&gt;, online.  Really annoying.  I found one by looking up the song title.  Nothing comes up when I search the name, though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106644911510783895?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106644911510783895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106644911510783895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106644911510783895' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106643953075153941</id><published>2003-10-17T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T21:12:10.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in my room and heard this loud bang, but figured it was just someone driving up the road and hitting one of the cars parked on the street.  I went downstairs and my parents came in from outside, my mom called the police and my dad went outside, soon followed by my mom and me.  Some young guy ran the stop sign on our street (there's a tree in front of it and trees down the sidewalk so it IS hard to see when you go across there, but he's from around here so he shoulda known) and he hit a car coming down the road and hit a phone pole (not much damage to that) and flipped over, landing on the driver's side.  The top of his car was against a truck, parked at the corner house.  So, my dad and others helped break the window and got him out and he was just shaken up, but okay.  The older guy in the other car was in the backseat adn they broke the window and got him ut.  He said he couldn't breathe in there.  All these cops and fire engines came, and the young guy lit up a cigarette right where all the gas was rolling out of his car!  DUH!?  So then the older guy said he should put it out, and then asked for one!  What idiots.  ALl the neighborhood was around there and they're smoking.  So the cops put sand down and swept the stuff up and then the woman on the corner house (who owns the truck) apparently saw what happened and had a stroke!  But I guess she was okay cos they never brought her out.  My mom asked the young guy if he was okay and told him to sit down and all and he asked her to call his mom, so she did.  My mom asked if her son owned a red van (it was a car, but she couldn't tell) and the woman was just like, "No!  Who is this?!" and my mom asked if he would BE in a red van and she's like, "No!  Who is this?!  OMG, what happened to my car?!" and my mom's telling her her son is okay and she kept asking about her car!!  So she had a neighbor bring her and she ran up the road and she's going on about her car and my dad told her wear her son was and she's still going on about the car!!  But eventually she hugged her son, but she wouldn't shut up about the car, which is really crappy cos the way that car looked, he was SO lucky to get out of there without being hurt and she totally overlooked that.  Maybe he's someone who speeds and maybe he's a punk kid who does this a lot, but she shoulda been a little more concerned about HIM and not the car.  Then I ende dup explainined things to some woman, which was odd.  And all teh while, I had just gotten out of the tub, my hair was wet and I had short sleeves on.  It was raining, cold and BRRRR!  So the cops were taking their time getting the road blocked, cos the other emergency vehicles had to go to another accident a few blocks away!!  And all these cars are trying to get through the cop cars (idiots!) and they were detouring up our street, which is a one-way street, so the cops are stupid for letting them do that, since that's just an invitation for more accidents.  And my mom's called about those trees, before, but nobody gives a crap.  Maybe now they will.  Sad how it takes a tragedy to get something done, IF it gets done.  And there's these two families who let their kids ride (without helmets, which is illegal, but who cares about laws, these days?) all over the road and they never look for cars.  I don't wanna have to live with the image of a kid splattered on my street for the rest of my life cos these stupid peole don't teach their kids any safety.  Plus, the one kid has that ADD thing and the mother lets him do what he wants, anyway!  How can parents not care about their kids' safety?  Argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106643953075153941?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106643953075153941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106643953075153941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106643953075153941' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106635070593539407</id><published>2003-10-16T20:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T20:31:45.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Lisa Cam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally figured out how to work my webcam.  Set it all up and stuff, but my room is too dark so you can't even make me out.  Ah, well.  At least I learned how!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106635070593539407?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106635070593539407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106635070593539407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106635070593539407' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106634522150904150</id><published>2003-10-16T19:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T19:00:21.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I went to two craft stores and Target.  And then to the grocery store (Giant) and she got me a coconut (clop-clop!).  I also got my John Cleese autograph from the contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See more about these things &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/splunge_penguin/14949.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106634522150904150?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106634522150904150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106634522150904150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106634522150904150' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106628515543399924</id><published>2003-10-16T02:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T02:19:15.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And be &lt;a href="http://www.ifilm.com/filmdetail?ifilmid=2405283"&gt;amused&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106628515543399924?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106628515543399924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106628515543399924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106628515543399924' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106627673912023265</id><published>2003-10-15T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T23:58:58.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are worth exactly: $1,257,820.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo!  Well, that's not too much.  And I had to guess at the test score things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.humanforsale.com"&gt;How much are YOU worth&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, nice.  Someone at owson University was raped.  Crime alert.  What is wrong with people?!  I wouldn't have taken a shortcut through the woods, that's for sure!  Assault, fondling and robbery and it's NOT unusual?!  And they're just NOW hiring more security guards?  ANY crime like that shouldn't be just shrugged off.  "Oh, we have this happen a lot, but not enough to worry about it."  Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SO ashamed to be a human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha!  Teachers are losing their jobs.  Yeah, we have way too many, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me?  There's a bill going through to make sure water in schools is lead-safe and safe to drink?!  WHAT?!  $200,000 a year for the testing.  Okay, forgive my stupidity, but why does there need to be a bill??  Shouldn't this sort of thing be common sense, already?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.  Church robbery?!  Robbing a priest at gunpoint?!  I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS STUFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*never watches the news, again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106627673912023265?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106627673912023265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106627673912023265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106627673912023265' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106627637272214950</id><published>2003-10-15T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T23:52:52.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jeez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The captain of that ferry that crashed left and went home and tried to slit his wrists and shoot himself with a b.b. gun?!  I hope it was because of the guilt of doing his job and just having an accident and not because he did something wrong.  I didn't get the whole story, yet.  That's not gonna help anyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106627637272214950?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106627637272214950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106627637272214950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106627637272214950' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106627535326705295</id><published>2003-10-15T23:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T23:35:52.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Cubs lost.  I still think there should be a retake rule if fans cross into the playing area!  That was so unfair.  Grr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really get how people can get THAT worked up about sports, though.  Crying and doing weird gestures in obsessive ways.  Creepy.  I guess the fans will turn against those who lost, now, and then get back on good terms, soon after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106627535326705295?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106627535326705295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106627535326705295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106627535326705295' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106627306806963241</id><published>2003-10-15T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T22:57:47.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN!  I am so sick of people on the net!  Seriously!  People see "Don't use these photos on other sites" and they take them and use them, without ANY credit and then expect you to link to their site!!  People see "Leave a photo or banner" and they leave a long-@$$ link that ruins the whole format of the page AND they put the link in the "Website" spot (where it DOES go), too.  So why put it twice?!  Is a link a banner or a photo?  NO!  People see "Do not direct link" and they DO!  Can we all not read?!  I'm so fed up with unrespectful idiots.  I SHOULD just get the IPs and block them so they can't get back into my site EVER, but why should *I* have to do the extra work?!  Then I'll get all these "I can't get into your site!  What's going on?!" eMails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the Cubs will win.  For Katie's sake, and her Chicago clan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106627306806963241?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106627306806963241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106627306806963241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106627306806963241' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106618251219667713</id><published>2003-10-14T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T21:48:31.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Videos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to make videos.  I mean, not those fancy ones like T made at the Phil club, but a bunch of photos showing up over a song.  I'm downloading a program to edit them and make cool effects.  Hope it works.  Not like I have a place to load them to, but it'll give me something to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106618251219667713?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106618251219667713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106618251219667713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106618251219667713' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106617855828307306</id><published>2003-10-14T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T20:42:38.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, for all the banners I put all over my sites promoting &lt;em&gt;Monty Python's The Meaning of Life&lt;/em&gt;, I won a DVD of the movie signed by John Cleese.  Finally, some of my work is paying off, hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, I've made some cool friends, both well-known and not, and I got a couple posters, a couple DVDs, a keychain and some videos all as a result of me having websites.  I may not be getting paid for making sites, but I often get rewarded in a nice way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106617855828307306?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106617855828307306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106617855828307306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106617855828307306' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106609121451918371</id><published>2003-10-13T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T20:26:54.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, what have I been up to?  Finally cleaned my rooms, today.  Mom is washing some of my stuff up and they'll be done tomorrow, or whenever.  Still gotta dry.  I realy needed to vacuum.  I dusted and washed the floors, dustbusted the stairs, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom cut my hair so it's back to shoulder-length, again.  I like it that way.  She did a great job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my gram's, yesterday, and my mom, gram and our dog walked around the building with my gram.  She walks a mile every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106609121451918371?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106609121451918371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106609121451918371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106609121451918371' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106591453494835834</id><published>2003-10-11T19:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T19:22:14.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Question....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Question: I'll bet your a knock out?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had a question submitted in ages and this is what I end up with?  Do girls really fall for this crap?  Seriously?  If it was meant as a compliment, there's a much better way to go about it.  But, no.  I'm not a "knock out" since the only guys who pay any attention to me are on the internet and they think they know me after two seconds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106591453494835834?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106591453494835834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106591453494835834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106591453494835834' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106576405396571409</id><published>2003-10-10T01:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T01:34:13.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rockin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KT and I jammed to a Chicago station at Live365.com and the guy takes requests by IM.  He didn't have any I wanted except "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails.  He played "Sit On My Face" by Monty Python and played it again, for me, at the end.  Now I'm on another station.  They played "Laura's Theme" from Twin Peaks, which was SO pretty, they play (not yet) Hans Zimmer, and then they played that "stapler" clip from &lt;em&gt;Office Space&lt;/em&gt; and now it's "Rubber Biscuit" by The Blues Brothers.  Woo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106576405396571409?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106576405396571409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106576405396571409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106576405396571409' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106575747692990242</id><published>2003-10-09T23:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T23:44:36.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to &lt;a href="http://users.libero.it/ricky.and/JPN-TK-83.jpg"&gt;John, &amp; Sean, Lennon&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always forget that Elton is Sean's Godfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry likes Sgt. Pepper and Revolver, hehe!  I decided to finally get my CDs and listen to Revolver, Beatles '65 and Sgt. Pepper (which I listened to in the limo when my mom picked me up from high school on my 16th birthday....she soooo rocks!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106575747692990242?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106575747692990242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106575747692990242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106575747692990242' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106574599660018993</id><published>2003-10-09T20:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T20:33:53.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dancing stick man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepage.ntlworld.com/gaz18jf/weapon-of-choice.html"&gt;Check it out&lt;/a&gt;!  When he jumps over the rail and flies, that is SO me in my dream mall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, Bono, from U2, said, "F^ck it" on Tv and he didn't get in trouble because the context wasn't obscene.  That's so stupid.  It's STILL an obscene word!  No wonder people are mad cos their kids heard that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106574599660018993?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106574599660018993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106574599660018993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106574599660018993' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106573405197669016</id><published>2003-10-09T17:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T17:14:11.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>W00t?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that word, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents, and I, went to Wal-Mart, yesterday.  We were gonna buy &lt;em&gt;The Italian Job&lt;/em&gt;, on DVD, but I said to just rent it.  Then I set eyes on the Collector's Edition of &lt;em&gt;Monty Python And The Holy Grail DVD&lt;/em&gt;.  Had to get that.  Borrowed money from my mom.  $40!  I have the DVD, but this has a neat box and a film cell and a little script booklet with some photos from the movie.  I said I wasn't gonna buy that, but I just had to.  Then my dad ponted out that they had the original &lt;em&gt;Italian Job&lt;/em&gt;!  I got him to buy it.  Woo!  I didn't even know it was out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after we trimmed the tree limbs, like the phone company said to do, the guy comes out, today, and says he's not qualified to replace wires.  Same thing happened with the cable, a while back.  They KNEW they had to replace something and they didn't bring the materials, etc.  They can't even tell us if it's the bad wire that we don't use (doesn't work) or a good one!  If it's the bad one, we can just have them take it down and not replace it.  But they wouldn't tell us anything until the tree was trimmed (cos the wire is rubbed bare from the wind blowing it into the tere, even though the wires go through the guy next door's tree and nothing was said to him, about it).  People are so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked AOL why they put distracting, blinking ads on the bottom of the mailbox, since I pay for the service and it's natural to remove ads on a pay service.  I was told to report it to their suggestions/feedback department.  I was also told that they were sorry, thanks for bringing it to their attention and there's nothing I can do about it.  !!  Ug, if I didn't need AOL for my eMail....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106573405197669016?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106573405197669016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106573405197669016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106573405197669016' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106548067187326339</id><published>2003-10-06T18:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T18:51:11.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, Chick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I started trimming some of the tree.  She called about a bare phone wire that rubs on the tree branch, and they came out to look, then said we have to trim the tree, before they can fix the wire.  Now, we have a dead line that's not used, and if it's that one, then they can just not have the wire up.  If it's a good wire, then we'll be without a phone for a day (so they say) until they can fix it.  They said to cut the limb, and if the wire falls, they'll come out and fix it, the next day.  So, we have to risk getting hurt instead of them coming out and doing their job and fixing it.  Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my mom had on this checkered red &amp; black shirt, and gloves, and I ran upstairs and got my Jason mask and made her put it on and hold the chainsaw, lol!  I got a photo of her holding it above my dad and he's making a scared face.  He took a couple of my mom cutting my arm off, and then my arm and leg missing, lol!  I got a blurry one of the fog eating dirt form the flower pot and one of my mom holding him and his head is back, making his ears look like a bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, what else?  Still haven't cleaned my room.  I couldn't find any Auntie Flo notes in my latest blogs, and then I searched, last night, and found one.  The 14th, last month!  So I have until the 10th, or so, and I coulda had my room cleaned, by now.  Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106548067187326339?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106548067187326339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106548067187326339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106548067187326339' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106540158705947067</id><published>2003-10-05T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T20:53:06.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Strange....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read about it, &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/splunge_penguin/11068.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106540158705947067?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106540158705947067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106540158705947067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106540158705947067' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106531786730015468</id><published>2003-10-04T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T21:37:47.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend's husband is playing the bad father, or something, on &lt;em&gt;LA Dragnet&lt;/em&gt; at 10pm, tonight.  In the house, you can see a photo of they're daughter, in the background.  Coolness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106531786730015468?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106531786730015468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106531786730015468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106531786730015468' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106497974837431609</id><published>2003-09-30T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T23:42:27.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apples &amp; Horses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you all wanna hear about my trip to PA to pick apples, so here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed at 2am, then actually fell after 3.30am.  Got up a bit before 8am.  Nice drive, there.  Had fun picking them, but there were about 20 trees ruined from the storm.  Lots more corn, there.  We went across the street to the other trees and got more.  Very tiny ones, too.  Went and looked at an old broken down house with old chicken coops under the back part.  Little stream, nearby.  Old wooden bee hive thing.  Saw one bee.  I decided to walk through the cornfield.  I only walked along the first row of two fields.  Got my mom to walk in one, too.  The corn was dry, so maybe that's why it didn't seem as fun as it would seem.  Anyway, there were a lot more apples, than last time.  I ate one and a half.  Five bucks a bag.  Was eight, last year.  We then went to the pumpkin place.  Everything was out, but they were closed!  Boo.  Prolly cos someone stole the cash box, so they couldn't leave it out, anymore.  How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to my uncle's house and they all looked at the fallen trees at the end of the yard while I went and did a quick dog (Rex) pet and then over to the fence to see the two horses.  There were three in the field near the guy who was burning stuff (smokey!) and two by the fence.  I fed them grass and only one found me interesting enough to stay by me.  I was scratching his head and helping to rid the flies, and I got a stickybur out of his hair.  I love horsies.  My mom pet it and I got a handful of grass before I left and the other one came over, too.  Almost walked into a web (I always do that cos there's pine trees lined up there).  Pet the doggy, again, adn we were off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was breezy and chilly for a bit, but warmed up.  I had a lot of fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106497974837431609?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106497974837431609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106497974837431609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106497974837431609' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106480212317089840</id><published>2003-09-28T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T22:22:03.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Dazed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this pain around my right eye.  Some times my eye gets sensitive, or red if I'm stressed about something, but ouch!  My head hurt, on the left, earlier, now on the right.  Not a normal headache, but just in that area.  Not allergies, either.  Computer glare, maybe, but I had it before I even got online, today.  Glasses are helping a bit, and usually if I get wrapped up in web stuff, I sorta meditate it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had "Cry Little Sister," from &lt;em&gt;The Lost Boys&lt;/em&gt; soundtrack, on repeat for over an hour.  Such a great song!  Makes me wanna run out and be a vampire, livin' in a cave by the beach, lol!  I love that movie.  I need to get that DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie did me a kind favour and ordered the new &lt;a href="http://www.dailyllama.com/news/2003/llama208.html"&gt;Python book&lt;/a&gt;, for me.  This way I get it sooner, and I just pay her a money order.  Saves a few bucks from getting via the store.  This book will, no doubt, rock!  It has like a thousand photos (so much scannin' to be done; I'm gonna go insane!) and it's written by them, so it'll be a blast.  I have a tendecy to buy books for the photos and then only skim through it, but I'll be read this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eMailed a few people to see if they wanted to be affiliates to some of my fanlistings.  The person who runs the &lt;a href="http://www.applesticker.net/fanlistings/gilliam"&gt;Terry Gilliam fanlisting&lt;/a&gt; agreed to do so.  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, someone I've only spoken to a few times has graciously sent me a Dan Aykroyd video and a copy Dan &amp; Jim's latest CD.  How cool is that?  The CD is awesome and I highly recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I got a letter from Michael Palin's assistant (secretary?), the other day?  He's away doing a new travel series, but she said she hopes to show him my letter and get me a signed photo.  She was very nice and actually read my letter and addressed some things in it, and sent me a PalinsTravels sticker.  Very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a signed photo from Davy, but it looks lame and he didn't sign my DVD insert, so that was a waste of postage.  I think he's touring, still, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta clean my room (dust, get things washed, etc.) some time, soon.  After Auntie Flo, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no DVD.  Shoulda been shipped this weekend, so hopefully, soon.  The guy explained things and he seemed nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my Graham CD....it's due on the 27th of October, at the latest.  Three months for a CD!  It was ordered on the 3oth (31st?) of July!  I imagine they're diggin up Graham and having him rerecord it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom got me a coffee coolata.  And I had a couple Sprites.  Guess I'll be peeing all night.  We go to pick apples, tomorrow at 8.30am.  Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis all, for now.  Over to hit my &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/splunge_penguin"&gt;LiveJournal&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106480212317089840?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106480212317089840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106480212317089840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106480212317089840' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106463713785689499</id><published>2003-09-27T00:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T00:32:17.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ran into &lt;em&gt;WKRP In Cincinnati&lt;/em&gt; and they had a tribute thing for Gordon Jump, who died this past Monday (which I didn't know).  I always have that theme song in my head and was kinda glad I ran into the show, cos I hadn't seen it in a while.  Kinda ruins it, now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106463713785689499?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106463713785689499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106463713785689499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106463713785689499' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106463424412310577</id><published>2003-09-26T23:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T23:44:03.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uh, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading a message board about this "do not call" telemarketing thing and some guy, who owns a telemarketing company (that doesn't apply to the DNC list) was going on about how people complain but they're the same ones who buy from the telemarketers and we'd be without stuff if it weren't for their services.  Well, I happen to know that some telemarketing companies lie about what they're offering, just to get information, etc.  Charities are still allowed to call, but even those are a pain!  I don't need firemen, police, etc. calling every single day when we say "no" or we already donated, at work.  My dad gives blood at his job, constantly, and they keep calling and asking for it.  How hard is it to take a name off the list?  Some people work at night and sleep during the day and it's VERY annoying to be woke up by a recording or even a call that hangs up on you without even saying anything.  I get those just about every day, and some times it's several times in a row.  This guy also said you're not allowed to disguise your number when they call you, so I guess it's just a coincidence that every other call we get doesn't come up on Caller ID.  I wonder ow you can get people in trouble for calling, when you're on the list, if you don't know the company name or number.  Also, he said all those people will lose jobs and hurt the economy and then we'll be paying for their welfare checks.  I got fired from one of my jobs and never got money from anyone.  What did these eople do before becoming a telemarketer?  Plus, you can never say "no" and get them to shut up!  They harass you to no end and won't take "no" for an answer.  Then they keep calling you back!  There's more people, than not, on that list, so let them call those people, not the ones on the list.  People kept telling that guy to post his phone humber since he obviously doesn't mind being called at his own home.  He ignored them all.  The thing is, "no" means "no."  Not "no, but keep pushing and trying to sell me something, anyway."  Sorry if you lose your job, but that's life.  Things happen and you're NO different than anyone else.  You don't pay our phone bills, so you have no right to tie up our phone lines.  Someone on there was saying she was sick and thought it was her doctor calling.  Ended up being a telemarketer that wouldn't leave her alone.  She said she was waiting for her doctor to call, but the person still wouldn't hang up and asked if she had call waiting and when's a better time to call.  Give me a break!  The woman was sick and waiting for an important call!  She finally hung up on the telemarketer.  I hate doing that, and I don't think it's fair to make a person feel guilty for hanging up (especially when they keep calling you back just to be smart!).  The guy was very rude to the woman and said she doesn't realize that telemarketers raise money for her being sick and it supports her.  No.  Charities do that, not telemarketers.  Ug, I hate people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106463424412310577?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106463424412310577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106463424412310577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106463424412310577' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106463030795889678</id><published>2003-09-26T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T22:40:49.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know I complain, but it's mostly about idiots online and such.  But I am so sick og going to someone's site and they're like, "My friends hate me, my boyfriend hasn't called in over a day, I hate school, my layouts suck, people come to my site and say this and that...."  First, be glad you HAVE friends and a boyfriend!  Second, most people hate school, so get over it.  Third, if you have this awesome profession-looking layout, quit complaining about it and stop pleading for attention!  I'm tired of the meanest people online getting all this attention over their sites because they go around saying it looks like crap.  I can't believe people fall for that!  Even if I had the BEST layout in the world, I couldn't go telling people to go to my site.  As far as I know, I never insist that people go to my sites.  I have my link in my signature, or whatever, and if people wanna go, fine.  If not, I'm not gonna beg, like some people do.  Fourth, be glad people even go to your "ugly" sites.  Doesn't it tell you something when you get a ton of hits to your site?  Like, you site isn't as ugly as you say it is?  I mean, think how people who can't make layouts feel.  If they see this awesome site with someone saying it's crap, that makes them feel like they have no chance.  I hate when people pick on sites because they don't have all this technical crap all over it.  Making websites isn't about winning lame awards or being the best.  And if I see one more person say they wanna die because things aren't going their way, I'm gonna scream!  Things sure as hell don't go perfect for me, and I'm not posting to total strangers that I wanna die.  Stupid people.  If you wanna die, then get offline and fix your life instead of blogging about how awful things are.  And those people who say, "I'm closing my site," and then they get a ton of people saying not to close it and they suck up and all, then the person says they're not closing it, meanwhle they get all this attention and all these hits to see what the fuss is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know I've stopped updating my sites and stuff, but I never took them down.  I also complain a lot, but I don't say I wanna die.  And as much as I would like to feel comfortable going out with friends and having fun, that's not exactly an option for me.  So if you have ANY friends, be glad you can, work out your problems and get on with life.  And stop griping about your very popular site being ugly, because it seems that the ruder/meaner you are, the more people you have participating.  As nice as I've been to people in my time on the net, I get maybe 5 regular readers (who bother posting) and that's it.  Meanwhile, people are yelling and insulting others and they have fanlistings about themselves (who get more members than REAL fanlistings!).  Yeah, that makes a lot of sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106463030795889678?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106463030795889678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106463030795889678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106463030795889678' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444750.post-106461860760617718</id><published>2003-09-26T19:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T19:23:27.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IRAA Remix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zug.com/pranks/riaa"&gt;This is great&lt;/a&gt;!  I just heard it on the radio and instantly went to the site to get it.  LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3444750-106461860760617718?l=lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106461860760617718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444750/posts/default/106461860760617718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasmemorypalace.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106461860760617718' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04764849122497119901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
