<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217</id><updated>2009-10-17T14:51:16.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Said</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-1298494199495373249</id><published>2007-06-05T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T03:04:27.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tset</title><content type='html'>testing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-1298494199495373249?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/1298494199495373249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=1298494199495373249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/1298494199495373249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/1298494199495373249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2007/06/tset.html' title='tset'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01988949014077354195'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-1748673689017282971</id><published>2007-03-27T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T01:21:07.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Presidential" words of wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes, when I look at my children, I say to myself, 'Lillian, you should have remained a virgin.'&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Lillian Carter (mother of Jimmy Carter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never kick a fresh turd on a hot day. - &lt;em&gt;Harry S. Truman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-1748673689017282971?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/1748673689017282971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=1748673689017282971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/1748673689017282971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/1748673689017282971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2007/03/presidential-words-of-wisdom.html' title='&quot;Presidential&quot; words of wisdom'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01988949014077354195'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-2235798217879333800</id><published>2007-03-19T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T04:59:31.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Telling it like it is ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://us.st11.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/buyinprivate_1941_123670575"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" height="298" alt="" src="http://us.st11.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/buyinprivate_1941_123670575" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-2235798217879333800?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/2235798217879333800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=2235798217879333800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/2235798217879333800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/2235798217879333800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2007/03/telling-it-like-it-is.html' title='Telling it like it is ...'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01988949014077354195'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-7261595412025450158</id><published>2007-03-17T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T03:43:29.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Test for dementia</title><content type='html'>Below are four questions and a bonus question. You have to answer them instantly. You can't take your time, answer all of them immediately .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Question:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are participating in a race. You overtake the second person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What position are you in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer&lt;/strong&gt;: If you answered that you are first, then you are absolutely wrong! If you overtake the second person and you take his place, you are second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try not to screw up next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now answer the second question, but don't take as much time as you took for the first question, OK ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Second Question&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you overtake the last person, then you are...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: If you answered that you are second to last, then you are wrong again. Tell me, how can you overtake the LAST person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not very good at this, are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third Question:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very tricky arithmetic! Note: This must be done in your head only .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do NOT use paper and pencil or a calculator. Try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take 1000 and add 40 to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now add another 1000 . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now add 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add another 1000 . Now add 20. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now add another 1000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now add 10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the total?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Did you get 5000?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The correct answer is actually 4100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't believe it, check it with a calculator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is definitely not your day, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll get the last question right.... Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fourth Question&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary's father has five daughters: 1. Nana, 2. Nene, 3. Nini, 4. Nono. What is the name of the fifth daughter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:  Did you Answer Nunu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! Of course it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Mary. Read the question again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now the &lt;strong&gt;bonus round:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mute person goes into a shop and wants to buy a toothbrush. By imitating the action of brushing his teeth he successfully expresses himself to the shopkeeper and the purchase is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, a blind man comes into the shop who wants to buy a pair of sunglasses; how does HE indicate what he wants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just has to open his mouth and ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really very simple...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-7261595412025450158?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/7261595412025450158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=7261595412025450158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/7261595412025450158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/7261595412025450158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2007/03/test-for-dementia.html' title='Test for dementia'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01988949014077354195'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-7784097307668598886</id><published>2007-03-05T02:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T02:54:54.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jonco48.com/blog/10things_small1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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What is the problem?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man at the back of the court says, ''Fifteen years I lived next door to that bastard and every time I asked to borrow a hammer he said he never had one!''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-646492138996571776?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/646492138996571776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=646492138996571776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/646492138996571776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/646492138996571776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2007/03/heard-in-court.html' title='Heard in court ...'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01988949014077354195'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-8702318862583229475</id><published>2007-02-18T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T03:14:03.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ctu4JfvpKcQ/Rdg0pO1M_hI/AAAAAAAAAFs/WQFnBQdRzsY/s1600-h/sign+for+excavation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032830466547056146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" height="320" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ctu4JfvpKcQ/Rdg0pO1M_hI/AAAAAAAAAFs/WQFnBQdRzsY/s320/sign+for+excavation.jpg" width="518" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-8702318862583229475?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/8702318862583229475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=8702318862583229475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/8702318862583229475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/8702318862583229475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2007/02/call-me.html' title='Call me ....'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01988949014077354195'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ctu4JfvpKcQ/Rdg0pO1M_hI/AAAAAAAAAFs/WQFnBQdRzsY/s72-c/sign+for+excavation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-6025199443185811054</id><published>2007-02-18T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T03:01:36.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What midlife crisis??</title><content type='html'>This is for GIRLS ONLY!!!   No one else will understand......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen two shows lately that went on and on about how mid-life is a great time for women. Just last week Tricia had a whole show on how great menopause will be....&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Pleeeeeeeze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a few thoughts of my own and would like to share them with you. Whether you are pushing 30, 40, 50, 60 (or maybe even just pushing your luck) you'll probably relate.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mid-life is when the growth of hair on our legs slows down. This gives us plenty of time to care for our newly acquired moustache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In mid-life women no longer have upper arms, we have wingspans. We are no longer women in sleeveless shirts; we are flying squirrels in drag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Mid-life is when you can stand naked in front of a mirror and you can see your rear without turning around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mid-life is when you go for a mammogram and you realize that this is the only time someone will ask you to appear topless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mid-life is when you want to grab every firm young lovely in a tube top and scream, "Listen honey, even the Roman empire fell and those will too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mid-life brings wisdom to know that life throws us curves and we're sitting on our biggest ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Mid-life is when you look at your-know-it-all, mobile-wearing teenager and think: "For this I have stretch marks?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In mid-life your memory starts to go. In fact the only thing we can retain is water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mid-life means that your legs have more red and blue lines than an accurately scaled map of Birmingham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Mid-life means that you become more reflective... You start pondering the "big" questions. What is life? Why am I here? How much Healthy Choice ice cream can I eat before it's no longer a healthy choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;But mid-life also brings with it an appreciation for what is important.&lt;br /&gt;We realize that breasts sag, hips expand and chins double, but our loved ones make the journey worthwhile. Would any of you trade the knowledge that you have now for the body you had way back when?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe our bodies simply have to expand to hold all the wisdom and love we've acquired&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;That's my philosophy and I'm sticking to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-6025199443185811054?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/6025199443185811054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=6025199443185811054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/6025199443185811054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ctu4JfvpKcQ/RdXHAu1M_eI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/c89k33ey9is/s320/Sign0011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032146974041505250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-3522298386136425880?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/3522298386136425880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=3522298386136425880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/3522298386136425880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/3522298386136425880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='The sign says it all ...'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01988949014077354195'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ctu4JfvpKcQ/RdXHAu1M_eI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/c89k33ey9is/s72-c/Sign0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-3164353854237816135</id><published>2007-02-16T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T01:32:32.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you are getting old when ....</title><content type='html'>..... it takes longer to rest than to get tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... your clothes go in the overnight bag so you can fill the suitcase with your pills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... your knees buckle, but your belt won't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... you don't care where your spouse goes, as long as you don't have to go with!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-3164353854237816135?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/3164353854237816135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=3164353854237816135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/3164353854237816135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/3164353854237816135'/><link rel='alternate' 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src="http://www.jonco48.com/blog/what_20women_20say.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-4889412061317251487?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/4889412061317251487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=4889412061317251487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/4889412061317251487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/4889412061317251487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-wonder.html' title='No wonder ....'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01988949014077354195'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-7594842779992251309</id><published>2007-02-11T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T19:41:57.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to hang up the thong ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joe-ks.com/archives_jan2007/TimeToHangUpTheThong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" height="232" alt="" src="http://www.joe-ks.com/archives_jan2007/TimeToHangUpTheThong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Largest Source of Internet Bumper Stickers, eh!" href="http://www.joe-ks.com/bumper_stickers.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My wild oats have turned to shredded wheat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Largest Source of Internet Bumper Stickers, eh!" href="http://www.joe-ks.com/bumper_stickers.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Seen it all, done it all, can't remember most of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Largest Source of Internet Bumper Stickers, eh!" href="http://www.joe-ks.com/bumper_stickers.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Don't worry about avoiding temptation - as you grow older, it will avoid you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Largest Source of Internet Bumper Stickers, eh!" href="http://www.joe-ks.com/bumper_stickers.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;By the time a man is wise enough to watch his step, he's too old to go anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Largest Source of Internet Bumper Stickers, eh!" href="http://www.joe-ks.com/bumper_stickers.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It's hard to be nostalgic when you can't remember anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-7594842779992251309?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-116984458979069546</id><published>2007-01-26T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T12:49:49.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Momma</title><content type='html'>Your Momma's so old&lt;br /&gt;She knew the Dead Sea&lt;br /&gt;When it was just sick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-116984458979069546?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116984458979069546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=116984458979069546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116984458979069546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116984458979069546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2007/01/yo-momma.html' title='Yo Momma'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01988949014077354195'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-116983455113988895</id><published>2007-01-26T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T10:02:31.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afrikaans/English computer dictionary</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Monitor&lt;/strong&gt; - Keeping an eye on the braai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Download&lt;/strong&gt; - Get the firewood off the bakkie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hard drive&lt;/strong&gt; - Trip back home without any cold beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keyboard&lt;/strong&gt; - Where you hang the bakkie and bike keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Window&lt;/strong&gt; - What you shut when it's cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Screen&lt;/strong&gt; - What you shut in the mosquito season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Byte&lt;/strong&gt; - What mosquitoes do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bit&lt;/strong&gt; - What mosquitoes did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mega Byte&lt;/strong&gt; - What mosquitoes at the lake do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chip&lt;/strong&gt; - A bar snack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Micro Chip&lt;/strong&gt; - What's left in the bag after you have eaten the chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Modem&lt;/strong&gt; - What you did to the lawns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dot Matrix&lt;/strong&gt; - Oom Jan Matrix's wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laptop&lt;/strong&gt; - Where the cat sleeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Software&lt;/strong&gt; - Plastic knives and forks you get at KFC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hardware&lt;/strong&gt; - Real stainless steel knives and forks from Checkers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mouse&lt;/strong&gt; - What eats the grain in the shed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mainframe&lt;/strong&gt; - What holds the shed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Web&lt;/strong&gt; - What spiders make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Web Site&lt;/strong&gt; - The shed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cursor&lt;/strong&gt; - The old bloke what swears a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Search Engine&lt;/strong&gt; - What you do when the bakkie won't go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yahoo&lt;/strong&gt; - What you say when the bakkie does go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Upgrade&lt;/strong&gt; - A steep hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Server&lt;/strong&gt; - The person at the pub what brings out the lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mail Server&lt;/strong&gt; - The bloke at the pub what brings out the lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;User&lt;/strong&gt; - The neighbour what keeps borrowing things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Network&lt;/strong&gt; - When you have to repair your fishing net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Internet&lt;/strong&gt; - Complicated fish net repair method&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Netscape&lt;/strong&gt; - When fish get out of the net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Online&lt;/strong&gt; - When you get the laundry hung out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Off Line&lt;/strong&gt; - When the pegs don't hold the washing up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-116983455113988895?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116983455113988895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=116983455113988895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116983455113988895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116983455113988895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2007/01/afrikaansenglish-computer-dictionary.html' title='Afrikaans/English computer dictionary'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01988949014077354195'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-116983418046401904</id><published>2007-01-26T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T09:56:20.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think before you speak ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Maybe this blog should be called "I'm glad I DIDN'T say that")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FIRST CASE : I walked into a hair salon with my husband and three kids in tow and asked loudly, "How much do you charge for a shampoo and a blow job?" I turned around and walked back out and never went back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SECOND CASE : I was at the golf store comparing different kinds of golf balls. I was unhappy with the women's type I had been using. After browsing for several minutes, I was approached by one of the good-looking gentlemen who work at the store. He asked if he could help me. Without thinking, I looked at him and said, "I think I like playing with men's balls."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;THIRD CASE : My sister and I were at the mall and passed by a store that sold a variety of candy and nuts. As we were looking at the display case, the boy behind the counter asked if we needed any help. I replied, "No, I'm just looking at your nuts." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;FOURTH CASE : While in line at the bank one afternoon, my toddler decided to release some pent-up energy and ran amok.  I told her that if she did not start behaving "right now" she would be punished. To my horror, she looked me in the eye and said in a voice just as threatening, "If you don't let me go right now, I will tell Grandma that I saw you kissing Daddy's pee-pee last night!" The silence was deafening after this enlightening exchange. Even the tellers stopped what they were doing.I mustered up the last of my dignity and walked out of the bank with my daughter in tow.The last thing I heard when the door closed behind me, were screams of laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FIFTH CASE : This had most of the state of Michigan laughing for 2 days and a very embarrassed female news anchor who will, in the future, likely think before she speaks. What happens when you predict snow but don't get any! We had a female news anchor that, the day after it was supposed to have snowed and didn't, turned to the weatherman and asked: "So Bob, where's that 8 inches you promised me last night?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-116983418046401904?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116983418046401904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=116983418046401904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116983418046401904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116983418046401904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2007/01/think-before-you-speak.html' title='Think before you speak ...'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01988949014077354195'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-116600352249151186</id><published>2006-12-13T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T01:52:02.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Head of the household</title><content type='html'>At the end of time, everybody was waiting to enter Paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God appeared and said, "I want the men to make two lines -- one line for the men who were true heads of their household, and the other line for the men who were dominated by their wife.&lt;br /&gt;I want all the women to report to St. Peter." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, the women were gone and there were two lines of men.&lt;br /&gt;The line of men who were dominated by their wives, was 100 miles long and in the line of men who truly were "heads of their household", there was only one man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God spoke, "You men should be ashamed of yourselves. &lt;br /&gt;I created you to be the head of your household! &lt;br /&gt;You have been disobedient and have not fulfilled your purpose! &lt;br /&gt;Of all of you, only one obeyed. &lt;br /&gt;Learn from him."&lt;br /&gt;God turned to the one man,&lt;br /&gt;"How did you manage to be the only one in this  line?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, "I don't know. My wife told me to stand here."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-116600352249151186?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116600352249151186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=116600352249151186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116600352249151186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116600352249151186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2006/12/head-of-household.html' title='Head of the household'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01988949014077354195'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-116547941512852223</id><published>2006-12-07T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T00:25:09.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6884/3959/1600/485139/procras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6884/3959/320/69782/procras.jpg" width="1042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-116547941512852223?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116547941512852223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=116547941512852223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116547941512852223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116547941512852223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2006/12/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01988949014077354195'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-116547734764220295</id><published>2006-12-06T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T23:42:27.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 clever business signs</title><content type='html'>1) At an Optometrist's office:&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't see what you're looking for, you've come to the right place." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) In a Restaurant window:&lt;br /&gt;"Don't stand there hungry. Come on in and get fed up." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) In a Podiatrist's office:&lt;br /&gt;"Time wounds all heels." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) On a Plumber's Shop:&lt;br /&gt;"We repair what your husband fixed." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) On the trucks of a Plumbing Company:&lt;br /&gt;"Don't sleep with a drip. Call us." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Pizza Shop Slogan:&lt;br /&gt;"7 days without pizza makes one weak." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) At a Tire Shop in Milwaukee:&lt;br /&gt;"Invite us to your next blowout." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) On a Plastic Surgeon's Office door:&lt;br /&gt;"Hello. Can we pick your nose?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) At a Towing company:&lt;br /&gt;"We don't charge an arm and a leg. We want tows." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Another Pizza shop slogan:&lt;br /&gt;"Buy our pizza. We knead the dough." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) On an Electrician's truck:&lt;br /&gt;"Let us remove your shorts." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) In a Nonsmoking Area:&lt;br /&gt;"If we see smoke, we will assume you are on fire and put you out." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) On a Septic Tank Truck sign:&lt;br /&gt;"We're #1 in the #2 business." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) On a Taxidermist's window:&lt;br /&gt;"We really know our stuff." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) On a Fence:&lt;br /&gt;"Salesmen welcome! Dog food is expensive." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) At a Car Dealership:&lt;br /&gt;"The best way to get back on your feet -- miss a car payment." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Outside a Muffler Shop:&lt;br /&gt;"No appointment necessary. We hear you coming." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) In a Veterinarian's waiting room:&lt;br /&gt;"We'll be back in 5 minutes. Sit! Stay!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) At a New Orleans waste disposal company:&lt;br /&gt;"Our business is picking up, but it still stinks." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) At the Electric Company:&lt;br /&gt;"We would be delighted if you send in your payment. However, if you don't, you will be de-Lighted."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-116547734764220295?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116547734764220295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=116547734764220295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116547734764220295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116547734764220295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2006/12/20-clever-business-signs.html' title='20 clever business signs'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01988949014077354195'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-116547723977774371</id><published>2006-12-06T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T23:40:39.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perks of being over 50</title><content type='html'>1. Kidnapers are not very interested in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. In a hostage situation you are likely to be released first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. No one expects you to run--anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. People call at 9 pm and ask, " Did I wake you ???? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. People no longer view you as a hypochondriac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. There is nothing left to learn the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Things you buy now won't wear out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You can eat dinner at 4 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You can live without sex but not your glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You get into heated arguments about pension plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You no longer think of speed limits as challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You quit trying to hold your stomach in no matter who walks into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You sing along with elevator music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Your eyes won't get much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Your investment in health insurance is finally beginning to pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Your joints are more accurate meteorologists than the national weather service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Your secrets are safe with your friends because they can't remember them either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 Your supply of brain cells is finally down to manageable size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. You can't remember where you got this list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-116547723977774371?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116547723977774371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=116547723977774371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116547723977774371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116547723977774371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2006/12/perks-of-being-over-50.html' title='Perks of being over 50'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01988949014077354195'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-116547691997744975</id><published>2006-12-06T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T23:35:19.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating tips for the holidays</title><content type='html'>1. Avoid carrot sticks. Anyone who puts carrots on a holiday buffet table knows nothing of the Christmas spirit. In fact, if you see carrots, leave immediately. Go next door, where they're serving rum balls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Drink as much eggnog as you can and quickly. You can't find it any other time of year but now. So drink up! Who cares that it has 10,000 calories in every sip? It's not as if you're going to turn into an "eggnog-aholic" or something. It's a treat. Enjoy it!!!! Have one for me. Have two. It's later than you think and It's Christmas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If something comes with gravy, use it. That's the whole point of gravy. Gravy does not stand-alone. Pour it on. Make a volcano out of your mashed potatoes. Fill it with gravy. Eat the volcano. Repeat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. As for mashed potatoes, always ask if they're made with skim milk or whole milk. If it's skim, pass. Why bother? It's like buying a sports car with an automatic transmission. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do not have a snack before going to a party in an effort to control your eating. The whole point of going to a Christmas party is to eat other people's food for free. Lots of it. Hello??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Under no circumstances should you exercise between now and New Year's. You can do that in January when you have nothing else to do. This is the time for long naps, which you'll need after circling the buffet table while carrying a 10-pound plate of food and that vat of eggnog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you come across something really good at a buffet table, like frosted Christmas cookies in the shape and size of Santa, position yourself near them and don't budge. Have as many as you can before becoming the center of attention. They're like a beautiful pair of shoes. If you leave them behind, you're never going to see them again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Same for pies. Apple, pumpkin and mincemeat - have a slice of each. Or, if you don't like mincemeat, have two apples and one pumpkin. Always have three. When else do you get to have more than one dessert?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Did someone mention fruitcake? Granted, it's loaded with the mandatory celebratory calories, but avoid it at all cost. I mean, have some standards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. One final tip: If you don't feel terrible when you leave the party or get up from the table, you haven't been paying attention. Reread tips: Start over, but hurry, January is just around the corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-116547691997744975?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116547691997744975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=116547691997744975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116547691997744975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116547691997744975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2006/12/eating-tips-for-holidays.html' title='Eating tips for the holidays'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01988949014077354195'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-116491466893599007</id><published>2006-11-30T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T11:24:28.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm...?</title><content type='html'>A super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-116491466893599007?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116491466893599007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=116491466893599007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116491466893599007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116491466893599007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2006/11/mmmm.html' title='Mmmm...?'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01988949014077354195'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-116444621335099648</id><published>2006-11-25T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T01:16:53.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My friend wanted a boat more than anything. His wife kept refusing, but he bought one anyway. "I'll tell you what," he told her. "In the spirit of compromise, why don't you name the boat?"&lt;br /&gt;Being a good sport, she accepted. When her husband went to the dock for his maiden voyage, this is the name he saw painted on the side: "&lt;strong&gt;For Sale&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-116444621335099648?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116444621335099648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=116444621335099648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116444621335099648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116444621335099648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2006/11/revenge.html' title='Revenge ....'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01988949014077354195'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-116413151168258401</id><published>2006-11-21T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T09:51:51.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Being Drunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Starkle, starkle little twink,&lt;br /&gt;who da hell you are i think.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not as drunk&lt;br /&gt;as some thinkle peep I am.&lt;br /&gt;Besides I've only had tee martoonies&lt;br /&gt;and all day sober to Sunday up in.&lt;br /&gt;I fool so feelish,&lt;br /&gt;i don't know whos me yet,&lt;br /&gt;but the drunker I sit here,&lt;br /&gt;the longer I get.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-116413151168258401?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116413151168258401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=116413151168258401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116413151168258401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116413151168258401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2006/11/ode-to-being-drunk.html' title='Ode to Being Drunk'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01988949014077354195'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-116367010263321777</id><published>2006-11-16T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T01:41:42.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geography</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;GEOGRAPHY OF A WOMAN &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between 18 and 22, a woman is like Africa; half discovered, half wild, naturally beautiful with fertile soil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between 23 and 30, a woman is like America; well developed and open to trade, especially for someone with cash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between 31 and 35, a woman is like India; very hot, relaxed and convinced of her own beauty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between 36 and 40, a woman is like France; gently aging but still warm, and a desirable place to visit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between 41 and 50, a woman is like Great Britain; with a glorious and all conquering past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between 51 and 60, a woman is like Yugoslavia; lost the war and haunted by past mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between 61 and 70, a woman is like Russia; very wide, and borders are now un-patrolled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 70, she becomes Tibet. Wildly beautiful, with a mysterious past and the wisdom of the ages.... only those with an adventurous spirit and a thirst for spiritual knowledge visit there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GEOGRAPHY OF A MAN &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between 1 and 70, a man is like Iran - ruled by a dick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-116367010263321777?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116367010263321777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=116367010263321777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116367010263321777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116367010263321777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2006/11/geography.html' title='Geography'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01988949014077354195'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>