<?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-35563217</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:44:48.040-08:00</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?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</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>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 81px" height="80" alt="" src="http://www.jonco48.com/blog/alzheimer7rp.gif" 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/35563217-7949592530409685492?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/7949592530409685492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=7949592530409685492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/7949592530409685492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/7949592530409685492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-646492138996571776</id><published>2007-03-05T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T02:36:32.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heard in court ...</title><content type='html'>A man is in court for murder and the judge says, ''You are charged with beating your wife to death with a hammer.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a voice at the back of the court says, ''You bastard.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge continues, ''You are also charged with beating your daughter to death with a hammer.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the voice at the back of the court says, ''You bastard.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge says, ''Now, we cannot have any more of these outbursts from you or I shall charge you with contempt! 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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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' alt='' /&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='http://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' 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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' alt='' /&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='http://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' type='text/html' 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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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-116309697340323702</id><published>2006-11-09T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T10:29:33.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlikely marriages</title><content type='html'>1.       If Kitty Carlisle married Conway Twitty, she'd be Kitty Twitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.       If Yoko Ono married Sonny Bono, she'd be Yoko Ono Bono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.       If Dolly Parton married Salvador Dali, she'd be Dolly Dali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.       If Bo Derek married Don Ho, she'd be Bo Ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.       If Olivia Newton-John married Wayne Newton, then divorced him to marry Elton John, she'd be Olivia Newton-John Newton John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.       If Sondra Locke married Elliott Ness, then divorced him to marry Herman Munster, she'd become Sondra Locke Ness Munster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.       If Bea Arthur married Sting, she'd be Bea Sting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.       If Snoop Doggy Dogg married Winnie the Pooh, he'd be Snoop Doggy Dogg Pooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.     How about a baseball marriage? If Boog Powell married Felipe Alou, he'd be Boog Alou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.     If Woody Allen married Natalie Wood, divorced her and married Gregory Peck, divorced him and married Ben Hur, he'd be Woody Wood Peck Hur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-116309697340323702?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116309697340323702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=116309697340323702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116309697340323702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116309697340323702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2006/11/unlikely-marriages.html' title='Unlikely marriages'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-116255409886774137</id><published>2006-11-03T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T03:41:38.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpts from the diary of a blonde</title><content type='html'>January - Took new scarf back to store because it was too tight.&lt;br /&gt;February - Fired from pharmacy job for failing to print labels ....Helllooo!!! .... bottles won't fit in typewriter!!!&lt;br /&gt;March - Got really excited.....finished jigsaw puzzle in 6 months.....box said "2-4 years!"&lt;br /&gt;April - Trapped on the Macy’s escalator for hours after the power went out!!&lt;br /&gt;May - Tried to make Kool-Aid.....wrong instructions.....8 cups of water won't fit into those little packets!!!&lt;br /&gt;June - Tried to go water skiing.....couldn't find a lake with a slope.&lt;br /&gt;July -Lost breast stroke swimming competition ...... learned later, the other swimmers cheated, they used their arms!!!&lt;br /&gt;August - Got locked out of my car in rain storm .....car swamped because soft-top was open.&lt;br /&gt;September - The capital of California is "C".....isn't it???&lt;br /&gt;October - Hate M&amp;amp;M's.....they are so hard to peel.&lt;br /&gt;November - Baked turkey for 4 1/2 days.....instructions said 1 hour per pound and I weigh 108!!!&lt;br /&gt;December - Couldn't call 911....."duh".....there's no "eleven" button on the stupid phone!!!&lt;br /&gt;What a year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-116255409886774137?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116255409886774137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=116255409886774137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116255409886774137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116255409886774137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2006/11/excerpts-from-diary-of-blonde.html' title='Excerpts from the diary of a blonde'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-116158937773629613</id><published>2006-10-23T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:42:57.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gender Bender</title><content type='html'>Gender test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is uncanny!Are You More Male or Female ???????? &lt;br /&gt;To find the Answer, look down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt; Not here, Stupid.   Just look DOWN !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-116158937773629613?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116158937773629613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=116158937773629613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116158937773629613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116158937773629613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2006/10/gender-bender.html' title='Gender Bender'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-116125130745711981</id><published>2006-10-19T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T02:48:54.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Dogs Should Remember ....</title><content type='html'>I will not play tug-of-war with Dad's underwear when he's on the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;The garbage collector is NOT stealing our stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I do not need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm lying under the coffee table.&lt;br /&gt;I will not roll my toys behind the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;I must shake the rainwater out of my fur BEFORE entering the house.&lt;br /&gt;I will not eat the cats' food, before or after they eat it.&lt;br /&gt;I will stop trying to find the few remaining pieces of clean carpet in the house when I am about to throw up.&lt;br /&gt;I will not throw up in the car.&lt;br /&gt;I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc.&lt;br /&gt;I will not lick my human's face after eating animal poop.&lt;br /&gt;Kitty box crunchies are not food.&lt;br /&gt;I will not eat any more socks and then redeposit them in the backyard after processing.&lt;br /&gt;The diaper pail is not a cookie jar.&lt;br /&gt;I will not chew my human's toothbrush and not tell them.&lt;br /&gt;I will not chew crayons or pens, especially not the red ones, or my people will think I am hemorrhaging.&lt;br /&gt;When in the car, I will not insist on having the window rolled down when it's raining outside.&lt;br /&gt;We do not have a doorbell. I will not bark each time I hear one on TV.&lt;br /&gt;I will not steal my Mom's underwear and dance all over the back yard with it.&lt;br /&gt;The sofa is not a face towel. Neither are Mom &amp;amp; Dad's laps.&lt;br /&gt;My head does not belong in the refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;I will not bite the officer's hand when he reaches in for Mom's driver's license and car registration.&lt;br /&gt;Wooof!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-116125130745711981?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116125130745711981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=116125130745711981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116125130745711981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116125130745711981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2006/10/things-dogs-should-remember.html' title='Things Dogs Should Remember ....'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-116125109339817960</id><published>2006-10-19T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T02:49:31.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Cats Should Remember ...</title><content type='html'>Screaming at the can of food will not make it open by itself.&lt;br /&gt;I should not assume the patio door is open when I race outside to chase leaves.&lt;br /&gt;If I put a live mouse in my food bowl, I should not expect it to stay there until I get hungry.&lt;br /&gt;The guinea pig likes to sleep once in a while. I will not watch him constantly.&lt;br /&gt;If I bite the cactus, it will bite back.&lt;br /&gt;I will not stand on the bathroom counter, stare down the hall, and growl at nothing (especially right after my human has finished watching "The X-Files").&lt;br /&gt;Television and computer screens do not exist to backlight my lovely tail.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how dangly and attractive they are, my human's earrings are not cat toys.&lt;br /&gt;If I play 'dead cat on the stairs' while people are trying to bring in groceries or laundry, one of these days it will really come true.&lt;br /&gt;My human is capable of cooking bacon and eggs without my help.&lt;br /&gt;The cat food is already dead. I do not need to kill it by swatting bits of it all over the floor.&lt;br /&gt;I am a carnivore. Potted plants are not meat.&lt;br /&gt;I will never be able to walk on the ceiling, and staring up the wall and screaming at it will not bring it any closer.&lt;br /&gt;It is not a good idea to try to lap up the powdered creamer before it all dissolves in the boiling coffee.&lt;br /&gt;The goldfish likes living in water and should be allowed to remain in its bowl.&lt;br /&gt;If my human wants to share her sandwich with me, she will give me a piece. She will notice if I start eating it from the other end.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot leap through closed windows to catch birds outside.&lt;br /&gt;The large dog in the back yard has lived there for six years. I will not freak out every time I see it.&lt;br /&gt;If I must give a present to my human's overnight guests, my toy mouse is much more socially acceptable than a live cockroach, even if it isn't as tasty.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I hear voices in my head, I do not have to answer them.&lt;br /&gt;Meow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-116125109339817960?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116125109339817960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=116125109339817960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116125109339817960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116125109339817960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2006/10/things-cats-should-remember.html' title='Things Cats Should Remember ...'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-116083138066368246</id><published>2006-10-14T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T06:09:40.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colourful Phrases</title><content type='html'>*  Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  If things get any better, I may have to hire someone to help me enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  The road is so slippery, it is slicker than otter snot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  I am busier than a telephone operator at the lemmings suicide hotline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  He is uglier than a bucket full of armpits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  Hailstones leapt from the pavement like maggots when you fry them in hot grease&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-116083138066368246?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116083138066368246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=116083138066368246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116083138066368246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116083138066368246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2006/10/colourful-phrases.html' title='Colourful Phrases'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-116083113444767505</id><published>2006-10-14T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T06:05:34.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chain Mail Letters</title><content type='html'>Basically, this is a big FU*K YOU to all the people out there who have nothing better to do than to send me stupid chain mail forwards. Maybe the evil chain letter leprechauns will come into my apartment and sodomise me in my sleep for not continuing the chain that was started by Jesus in 5AD and was brought to this country by midget pilgrims on the Mayflower and will be in the Guinness Book of World Records for the longest continuous block of blatant stupidity. But, I say Fu*k them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four basic types of chain letters :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Type 1 : Waste my time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(scroll down)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, wasn't that fun? Hope you made a great wish :-)&lt;br /&gt;But if you didn't here's what I will do. First of all, if you don't send this to 5096 people in the next 5 seconds, you will be raped by a mad goat and thrown off a high building into a pile of shit. It's true! Because THIS letter isn't like all of those fake ones, THIS one is TRUE!! Really!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Type 2 : Poor sod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello and thank you for reading this. There is a starving little boy in Baklaliviatatlaglooshen who has no arms, no legs, no parents and no goats.&lt;br /&gt;This little boy's life could be saved, because for every time you pass this on, a dollar will be donated to the Little Starving Legless Armless Goatless Boy in Baklaliviatatlaglooshen Fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and remember, we have absolutely no way of counting the emails sent, so this is a complete load of bullshit.  So go on, reach out.  Send this to 5 people in the next 47 seconds.  Oh, and a reminder - if you accidentally send this to 4 people instead of 5, you will die instantly.  Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Type 3 : Do it or else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi there, this chain letter has been in existence since 1897.  This is how it works : Pass it on to 15 067 people in the next 7 minutes or something horrible will happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, just send this to all of your loser friends and everything will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point being? If you get some chain letter that threatens to leave you shagless or luckless for the rest of your life, delete it. &lt;br /&gt;Don't piss people off by making them feel guilty about a leper in Botswana with no teeth, who's been tied to a dead elephant for 27 years and whose only saviour is the 5 cents per letter he'll receive if you forward this mail.  Be brave, just say Fu*ck You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-116083113444767505?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116083113444767505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=116083113444767505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116083113444767505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116083113444767505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2006/10/chain-mail-letters.html' title='Chain Mail Letters'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-116073288818481565</id><published>2006-10-13T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T02:48:08.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twain and West</title><content type='html'>"Why do you sit there looking like an envelope without any address on it?"&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mark_Twain" target="_blank"&gt;Mark Twain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"His mother should have thrown him away and kept the stork."&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mae_West" target="_blank"&gt;Mae West&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-116073288818481565?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116073288818481565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=116073288818481565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116073288818481565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116073288818481565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2006/10/twain-and-west.html' title='Twain and West'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-116073284179819671</id><published>2006-10-13T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T02:48:51.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Ned Kelly thought of the Victoria Police</title><content type='html'>This is what Ned Kelly said to the victorian police at his trial :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who has no alternative, only to put up with the brutal and cowardly conduct of the parcel of big, ugly, fat necked, wombat headed, big bellied, magpie legged, narrow hipped, splay footed sons of Irish bailiffs, or English landlords which is better known as the Victoria Police?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-116073284179819671?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116073284179819671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=116073284179819671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116073284179819671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116073284179819671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-ned-kelly-thought-of-victoria.html' title='What Ned Kelly thought of the Victoria Police'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-116059728524390834</id><published>2006-10-11T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:08:05.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fascinate ...ing</title><content type='html'>A teacher asked her class to make a sentence using the word  "fascinate".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly put up her hand up and said, "My family went to my granddad's farm, and we all saw his pet sheep. It was fascinating."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said, "That was good, but I wanted you to use the word "fascinate, not fascinating".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally raised her hand. She said, "My family went to see Rock City and I was fascinated." &lt;p&gt;The teacher said, "Well, that was good Sally, but I wanted you to use the word "fascinate."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Little Johnny raised his hand. The teacher hesitated because she had been burned by Little Johnny before. She finally decided there was no way he could damage the word "fascinate", so she called on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny said, "My aunt Gina has a sweater with ten buttons, but her tits are so big she can only fasten eight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher sat down and cried.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-116059728524390834?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116059728524390834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=116059728524390834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116059728524390834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116059728524390834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2006/10/fascinate-ing.html' title='Fascinate ...ing'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-116059659071273902</id><published>2006-10-11T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:56:30.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangover cures ...</title><content type='html'>Here are just a few from the list….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peel a goat's head and put it in a pot, covering it with water. Add vegetables and spices appealing to your taste and boil it for four to twelve hours. To cure your hangover, drink the broth then crack the goat skull open and eat the brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stick a lemon slice in your armpit or &amp;shy; better yet, &amp;shy; in your ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer mixed with clam juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two drops of tobasco on your tongue tip followed by the baby formula Pedialyte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get two bananas and two cans of your favorite cola. Immediately after you wake up, eat a banana as fast as you can and do ten jumping jacks. Then, quickly, drink one can of cola, slamming it without stopping, followed by five more jumping jacks. Repeat with the second banana and second cola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink one glass of cold milk, then eat five teaspoons of ketchup and some tobasco hot sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat raw cabbage, pickled pigs feet and drink a diet cola...near a bucket...if you know what we mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat a pickled sheep's eye in a glass of tomato juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisishell.net/beer_cure.html"&gt;The complete list&lt;/a&gt; : &lt;a href="http://thisishell.net/beer_cure.html"&gt;http://thisishell.net/beer_cure.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think these are punishments for drinking in the first place and I think I’d just prefer the hangover!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-116059659071273902?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116059659071273902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=116059659071273902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116059659071273902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116059659071273902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2006/10/hangover-cures.html' title='Hangover cures ...'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-116059625175803714</id><published>2006-10-11T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:50:51.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah ...Golf - the gentleman's game!!</title><content type='html'>"The people who gave us golf and called it a game are the same people who gave us bagpipes and called it music."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fifty years ago, 100 white men chasing one black man across a field was called the Ku Klux Klan. Today it's called the PGA Tour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He missed short putts because of the uproar of butterflies in the adjoining meadows."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After all these years, it's still embarrassing for me to play on the American golf tour. Like the time I asked my caddie for a sand wedge and he came back ten minutes later with a ham on rye."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-116059625175803714?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116059625175803714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=116059625175803714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116059625175803714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116059625175803714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2006/10/ah-golf-gentlemans-game.html' title='Ah ...Golf - the gentleman&apos;s game!!'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-116059575629126502</id><published>2006-10-11T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:43:29.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disabled parking sign</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6884/3959/1600/Disabled%20parking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6884/3959/320/Disabled%20parking.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/35563217-116059575629126502?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116059575629126502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=116059575629126502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116059575629126502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116059575629126502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2006/10/disabled-parking-sign.html' title='Disabled parking sign'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-116059509795082462</id><published>2006-10-11T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:32:25.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I told my daughter that she had her shoes on the wrong feet, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she replied : "No Mommy, these ARE my feet!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-116059509795082462?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116059509795082462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=116059509795082462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116059509795082462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116059509795082462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2006/10/right-feet.html' title='Right Feet'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-116059457331576581</id><published>2006-10-11T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:22:53.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Martha's Way vs Muriel's Way</title><content type='html'>*Martha's Way* Stuff a miniature marshmallow in the bottom of a sugar cone to prevent ice cream drips.&lt;br /&gt;*Muriel's Way* Just suck the ice cream out of the bottom of the cone, for Pete's sake! You are probably lying on the couch with your feet up eating it, anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Martha's Way* To keep potatoes from budding, place an apple in the bag with the potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;*Muriel's Way* Buy Hungry Jack mashed potato mix , keep it in the pantry for up to a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Martha's Way* When a cake recipe calls for flouring the baking pan, use a bit of the dry cake mix instead and there won't be any white mess on the outside of the cake.&lt;br /&gt;*Muriel's Way*Go to the bakery! They'll even decorate it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Martha's Way* If you accidentally oversalt a dish while it's still cooking, drop in a peeled potato and it will absorb the excess salt for an instant "fix-me-up."&lt;br /&gt;*Muriel's Way*If you oversalt a dish while you are cooking, that's too bad.Please recite with me the real woman's motto: "I made it and you will eat it and I don't care how bad it tastes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Martha's Way* Wrap celery in aluminum foil when putting in the refrigerator and it will keep for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;*Muriel's Way* Celery? Never heard of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Martha's Way* Cure for headaches: take a lime, cut it in half and rub it on your forehead. The throbbing will go away.&lt;br /&gt;*Muriel's Way* Take a lime, mix it with tequila, chill and drink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Martha's Way* If you have a problem opening jars, try using latex dishwashing gloves. They give a non-slip grip that makes opening jars easy.&lt;br /&gt;*Muriel's Way* Go ask that very cute neighbor if he can open it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Martha's Way* Don't throw out all that leftover wine. Freeze into ice cubes for future use in casseroles and sauces.&lt;br /&gt;*Muriel's Way* Leftover wine???????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-116059457331576581?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116059457331576581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=116059457331576581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116059457331576581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116059457331576581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2006/10/marthas-way-vs-muriels-way.html' title='Martha&apos;s Way vs Muriel&apos;s Way'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-116046841635421034</id><published>2006-10-10T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T01:20:16.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man, I feel like a woman ...</title><content type='html'>On a transatlantic flight, a plane passes through a severe storm.&lt;br /&gt;The turbulence is awful, and things go from bad to worse; a wing is struck by lightning.&lt;br /&gt;One woman in particular loses it.  Screaming, she stands up in the front of the plane.  "I'm too young to die," she wails.&lt;br /&gt;Then, she yells, "Well, if I'm going to die, I want my last minutes on earth to be memorable!  Is there anyone on this plane who can make me feel like a WOMAN?"&lt;br /&gt;For a moment there is silence.  Everyone has forgotten their own peril.&lt;br /&gt;They all stare.  All eyes are riveted on the desperate woman in the front of the plane.&lt;br /&gt;Then, a cowboy from Baton Rouge, Louisiana stands up in the rear.He is handsome, well built, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes.  He starts to walk slowly up the aisle.  As he does, he unbuttons his shirt one button at a time.&lt;br /&gt;No one moves.  He removes his shirt.  Muscles ripple across his chest.&lt;br /&gt;She gasps.&lt;br /&gt;He whispers, "Iron this....and then get me a beer."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-116046841635421034?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116046841635421034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=116046841635421034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116046841635421034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116046841635421034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2006/10/man-i-feel-like-woman.html' title='Man, I feel like a woman ...'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-116046823336480154</id><published>2006-10-10T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T01:17:13.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're next ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;How to stop people from bugging you about getting married :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old aunts used to come up to me at weddings, poking me in the ribs and cackling, telling me, "You're next." They stopped after I started doing the same thing to them at funerals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-116046823336480154?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116046823336480154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=116046823336480154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116046823336480154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116046823336480154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2006/10/youre-next.html' title='You&apos;re next ...'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-116046561167265784</id><published>2006-10-10T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T00:33:31.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Granny !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many times have I wished I had said this ....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6884/3959/1600/Granny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6884/3959/320/Granny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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!!'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-116041290766267039</id><published>2006-10-09T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T09:55:07.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummer stickers ...</title><content type='html'>*   A hundred thousand sperm and YOU were the fastest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   A day without sunshine is like ... well ... night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   A waist is a terrible thing to mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   An eye for an eye ... leaves the whole world blind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   A pessimist is never disappointed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   Atheism is a non-prophet organisation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   Eat well, keep fit ... die anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   For people who like peace and quiet - a phoneless cord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   Gravity sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   Hangover - the wrath of grapes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-116041290766267039?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116041290766267039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=116041290766267039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116041290766267039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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must&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pull UP your SOCKS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pull DOWN your PANTIES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-116029583547914631?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116029583547914631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=116029583547914631' title='0 Comments'/><link 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style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6884/3959/320/SIGN2.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/35563217-116029532378551572?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116029532378551572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=116029532378551572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116029532378551572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116029532378551572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2006/10/stupid-sign.html' title='Stupid sign ...'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-116029293965765713</id><published>2006-10-07T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T01:38:54.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men are like ...</title><content type='html'>Men are like....&lt;br /&gt;1. Men are like ...... Laxatives ...... They irritate the crap out of you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Men are like...... Bananas ...... The older they get, the less firm they are.&lt;br /&gt;3. Men are like ...... Weather ...... Nothing can be done to change them.&lt;br /&gt;4. Men are like ....... Blenders ...... You need one, but you're not quite sure why.&lt;br /&gt;5. Men are like ...... Chocolate Bars ...... Sweet, smooth, &amp;amp; they usually head right for your hips.&lt;br /&gt;6. Men are like ...... Commercials ....... You can't believe a word they say.&lt;br /&gt;7. Men are like ...... Department Stores ...... Their clothes are always 1/2 off.&lt;br /&gt;8. Men are like ...... Government Bonds ...... They take soooooooo long to mature.&lt;br /&gt;9. Men are like ...... Mascara ...... They usually run at the first sign of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;10. Men are like ...... Popcorn ...... They satisfy you, but only for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;11. Men are like ...... Snowstorms ...... You never know when they're coming, how many inches you'll get or how long it will last.&lt;br /&gt;12. Men are like ...... Lava Lamps ...... Fun to look at, but not very bright.&lt;br /&gt;13. Men are like ...... Parking Spots ....... All the good ones are taken, the rest are handicapped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-116029293965765713?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116029293965765713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=116029293965765713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116029293965765713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116029293965765713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2006/10/men-are-like.html' title='Men are like ...'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-116025183712370211</id><published>2006-10-06T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T01:34:22.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop clapping ...</title><content type='html'>It could only happen in Glasgow...&lt;br /&gt;Bono is at a U2 concert in Glasgow when he asks the audience for some quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Then in the silence, he starts to slowly clap his hands.&lt;br /&gt;Holding the audience in total silence, he says into the microphone...&lt;br /&gt;"Every time I clap my hands, a child in Africa dies."&lt;br /&gt;A voice from near the front pierces the silence..."Well, fookin' stop it then!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stolen from : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thedustycity.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://thedustycity.blogspot.com/&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/35563217-116025183712370211?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116025183712370211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=116025183712370211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116025183712370211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116025183712370211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2006/10/stop-clapping.html' title='Stop clapping ...'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35563217.post-116007322598018317</id><published>2006-10-05T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T11:33:45.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I had said that ..... oh wait, I DID say it!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;How many times have you seen an article or comment and thought :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I wish &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; had said that!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, these are some things I wish &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; had said - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and because someone else said them before I did, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will do them the great honour of quoting them on this site &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;millions (!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of people can read what they &lt;strong&gt;did&lt;/strong&gt; say and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what I wish &lt;strong&gt;I had said&lt;/strong&gt; .....!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35563217-116007322598018317?l=iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/feeds/116007322598018317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35563217&amp;postID=116007322598018317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116007322598018317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35563217/posts/default/116007322598018317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishihadsaidthat.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-wish-i-had-said-that-oh-wait-i-did.html' title='I wish I had said that ..... oh wait, I DID say it!!'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315533053320667683</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
