<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11674800</id><updated>2009-02-20T18:22:09.964-06:00</updated><title type='text'>La-La Land</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missla-la.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missla-la.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>La-La</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004226504147498233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11674800.post-116180296496552892</id><published>2006-10-25T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T14:02:44.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah</title><summary type='text'>So I guess my last post might be confusing to those who I haven't spoken too in a long time or those who don't have access to my Live Journal.Short version:Met a guy, through internet game, we met up in August and have been dating since.  I went to see him a few weeks ago in Canada.  I am happy :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/116180296496552892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/116180296496552892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missla-la.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh yeah'/><author><name>La-La</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004226504147498233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08154857637550663840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11674800.post-116180281587698798</id><published>2006-10-25T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T14:00:15.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Canada</title><summary type='text'>Alright so long over due and feels like years since, my post about my trip.I wrote this with a lot of detail because I wanted to have a nice record of the tripFirst off things went wonderfully!  I left work a little late so I was concerned about making it with enough time.  My flight was at 9PM so I figured getting to the airport 2-3 hours ahead would be fine.  I should make a note to travel on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/116180281587698798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/116180281587698798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missla-la.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-canada.html' title='Oh Canada'/><author><name>La-La</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004226504147498233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08154857637550663840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11674800.post-113000663433670767</id><published>2005-10-22T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T13:45:08.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*Testing Testing*</title><summary type='text'>Alrighty folks its time for you turn the lights down and turn the music up!  That's right kiddies, the wise, whimsical, werey wantantastic William Derringher has created a MySpace Music profile!He has posted 4 songs that truly do capture his broad musical talents and eclectic style that we've all come to enjoy when we are listening to it, by ourselves, in a romantically lit room...Erie..ahem..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/113000663433670767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/113000663433670767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missla-la.blogspot.com/2005/10/testing-testing.html' title='*Testing Testing*'/><author><name>La-La</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004226504147498233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08154857637550663840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11674800.post-112940467011114975</id><published>2005-10-15T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T22:45:35.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Imperial Room</title><summary type='text'>So last night the Project Bowl members went out for a little fun. It had been a while since we went out for a night on the town and since I got a fancy award from work I figured celebration was needed.So we headed out to the Imperial Room in Downtown Minneapolis for some drinks (of course Va-Va was only allowed no alcoholic beverages, poor girl). We got there a bit early and found a cozy little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/112940467011114975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/112940467011114975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missla-la.blogspot.com/2005/10/imperial-room.html' title='The Imperial Room'/><author><name>La-La</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004226504147498233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08154857637550663840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11674800.post-112896671331335091</id><published>2005-10-10T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T12:58:35.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Wants to Be An Assassin For a Day?</title><summary type='text'>*raises hand*  I do I do!Well with all my recent dreams of Alias and kicking some major ass, its only fair that I answer my true calling and become an assassin!  It has never been more simple to join this growing profession!  Except, now I would have to move to Portland!Seriously this would be soo much fun!                     What is PDX Assassin?                PDX Assassin is a round-robin</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/112896671331335091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/112896671331335091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missla-la.blogspot.com/2005/10/who-wants-to-be-assassin-for-day.html' title='Who Wants to Be An Assassin For a Day?'/><author><name>La-La</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004226504147498233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08154857637550663840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11674800.post-112896602433497446</id><published>2005-10-10T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T17:10:27.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome but Creepy</title><summary type='text'>I don't know if some of these Quiznos commercials where nationally televised, but they were fucking hilarious. Why..because they were fucking creepy and made absolutely no sense whatsoever!Anywho take a look see, this one makes me giggle!and another :)Especially the part about the pepper bar! hahaha!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/112896602433497446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/112896602433497446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missla-la.blogspot.com/2005/10/awesome-but-creepy.html' title='Awesome but Creepy'/><author><name>La-La</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004226504147498233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08154857637550663840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11674800.post-112870037901996671</id><published>2005-10-07T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T10:52:59.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppet President</title><summary type='text'>So we all know how brilliant President Bush speaks publicly.  Now we can take a spin in his shoes.  Make your own Bush Speech!Do so here!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/112870037901996671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/112870037901996671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missla-la.blogspot.com/2005/10/puppet-president.html' title='Puppet President'/><author><name>La-La</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004226504147498233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08154857637550663840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11674800.post-112767177989563718</id><published>2005-09-25T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T13:14:40.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>State Fair</title><summary type='text'>Well I let myself down and did not get to nab all the pictures of food on a stick that I wanted, but I did nab some of my friends and I having fun!Stiggy and Va-VaPatrick!  Eating once again!  Check out Stiggy's blog to see him chowing down on a turkey leg at the RenFair!The 3 of emCrazy looking ride with 4 ladies with disperportioned boobsWaffle on a stickPorkchop on a stickAnd some guy willing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/112767177989563718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/112767177989563718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missla-la.blogspot.com/2005/09/state-fair.html' title='State Fair'/><author><name>La-La</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004226504147498233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08154857637550663840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11674800.post-112689438653534454</id><published>2005-09-16T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T13:13:06.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus Tales Part 4</title><summary type='text'>So I was riding to work today on the bus like I normally do...I was reading the book Will gave me to read..then all of a sudden the bus slams on the breaks and the people in the front of the bus scream then I see a lady get up off of the street!This lady darted out in front of our bus, the bus only tapped her hip, but the lady couldn't see the red SUV comming and she got slammed by it, rolled </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/112689438653534454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/112689438653534454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missla-la.blogspot.com/2005/09/bus-tales-part-4.html' title='Bus Tales Part 4'/><author><name>La-La</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004226504147498233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08154857637550663840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11674800.post-112675512411919507</id><published>2005-09-14T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T22:32:04.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick of Pictures Yet?</title><summary type='text'>Well get ready for more to come!  I have plenty to post of my vacation and of my visit to a special place that I will keep secret until unveiling the pictures!So have no fear I will post them later when I don't feel as though my eyelids weigh a ga-gillion pounds!So goodnight my dears!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/112675512411919507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/112675512411919507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missla-la.blogspot.com/2005/09/sick-of-pictures-yet.html' title='Sick of Pictures Yet?'/><author><name>La-La</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004226504147498233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08154857637550663840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11674800.post-112675461808401407</id><published>2005-09-14T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T22:23:38.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old News But Good News</title><summary type='text'>Well I got to take in my first football game in a 'domed in' stadium. It was strange and odd, but I'm still not sure whether in I mean that in a positive or negative way. How about I settle on 'new experience'?My ticket was given to me by a friend from work who has season tickets and wouldn't be able to attend. So I gladly went in his place although it was a preseaon game, it was still football </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/112675461808401407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/112675461808401407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missla-la.blogspot.com/2005/09/old-news-but-good-news.html' title='Old News But Good News'/><author><name>La-La</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004226504147498233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08154857637550663840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11674800.post-112675346270692420</id><published>2005-09-14T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T22:33:59.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>While Stiggy Was Away</title><summary type='text'>The girls decided to play. Va-Va and I decided to revert back to our childhoods and reach deep into our creative past and pick up an art that has since been long lost....Coloring!Yes thats right, you've heard me right! Below are some pictures that we colored and now have proudly hung upon our fridge! I chose a Disney Princess Coloring book. Va-Va went for the Barbie Princess book!Va-Va's turn!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/112675346270692420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/112675346270692420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missla-la.blogspot.com/2005/09/while-stiggy-was-away.html' title='While Stiggy Was Away'/><author><name>La-La</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004226504147498233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08154857637550663840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11674800.post-112518618717817777</id><published>2005-08-27T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T18:43:07.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm An Aunt!</title><summary type='text'>Well after 22+ hours of labor here she is!She is 8 poungs 2 ounces, 20 inches long!  I can't wait to meet her next week!  I already love her!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/112518618717817777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/112518618717817777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missla-la.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-aunt.html' title='I&apos;m An Aunt!'/><author><name>La-La</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004226504147498233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08154857637550663840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11674800.post-112369469705760300</id><published>2005-08-10T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T12:24:57.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets Play A Game</title><summary type='text'>1. Grab the nearest book.2. Open the book to page 123.3. Find the fifth sentence.4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog...along with these instructions.5. Don't search around and look for the "coolest" book you can find. Do what's actually next to you. 6. Then list the book you got it from"Pinched the hole closed, firmly embedded the device"  The Da Vinci CodeHahahaa this is fun, you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/112369469705760300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/112369469705760300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missla-la.blogspot.com/2005/08/lets-play-game.html' title='Lets Play A Game'/><author><name>La-La</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004226504147498233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08154857637550663840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11674800.post-112267926678254795</id><published>2005-07-29T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T18:23:43.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Now I'm Official!</title><summary type='text'>Earlier this week, my work went ahead and made it official. I finally received a name plate for my cubby! As I was checking it out in all its glory..(yea, so I'm excited, I've never had a name plate before, back to the point now) my name slid right out of the bottom. The first thing that came out of my mouth was, "Well I guess that means I'm replaceable!" haha, my boss got a kick out of the joke </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/112267926678254795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/112267926678254795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missla-la.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-now-im-official.html' title='So Now I&apos;m Official!'/><author><name>La-La</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004226504147498233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08154857637550663840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11674800.post-112235002878081910</id><published>2005-07-25T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T23:26:49.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus Tales Part 3</title><summary type='text'>After a week of being completely and utterly tired on the way to and from work. I deceided that I would perk up this morning after a weekend of rest laziness geekyness! So there wasn't to much going on this morning so I brought out the book and did some damage there. This afternoon however there was a new character on the bus. One whom I have not seen before who gave me such inspiration. He </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/112235002878081910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/112235002878081910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missla-la.blogspot.com/2005/07/bus-tales-part-3.html' title='Bus Tales Part 3'/><author><name>La-La</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004226504147498233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08154857637550663840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11674800.post-111868217592233223</id><published>2005-06-13T11:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T12:02:55.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus Tales Part 2</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so its been 4ish weeks now that I've been riding the bus.  Its now pretty obvious who the regulars on my ride are and who are just stragler riders.  My bus is a friendly, but not over friendly bus.  They chit-chat then ride quietly and then maybe chit-chat some more.  There are these two gentlemen that sit together on bus.  They are on before I am in the morning and in the afternoon.  Well </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/111868217592233223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/111868217592233223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missla-la.blogspot.com/2005/06/bus-tales-part-2.html' title='Bus Tales Part 2'/><author><name>La-La</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004226504147498233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08154857637550663840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11674800.post-111757387479835964</id><published>2005-05-31T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T16:15:24.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Dayz</title><summary type='text'>Well while I am currently on hold, now counting 17 minutes and 34 seco 35, 36, 37...so you get the point, I might as well post about my weekend.It was a good one. We did some things and then absolutely did nothing at other times! Those can be the best weekends where you just don't do a damn thing!On Saturday Va-Va and I decided to head out and do some major garage saling. We hit about 10 or more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/111757387479835964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/111757387479835964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missla-la.blogspot.com/2005/05/lazy-dayz.html' title='Lazy Dayz'/><author><name>La-La</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004226504147498233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08154857637550663840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11674800.post-111714016879029683</id><published>2005-05-26T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T15:47:42.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perks of the job</title><summary type='text'>Well I've only been working here for a week and four days, but I've come to like the perks we have. I mean you would think a Government position would be all serious and no fun, but the people here like to make work as pleasant as possible. So I am going to list a few perks that have perked my senses and should make you all jealous.Soda Fridge: There is a fridge in one of the break rooms that is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/111714016879029683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/111714016879029683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missla-la.blogspot.com/2005/05/perks-of-job.html' title='Perks of the job'/><author><name>La-La</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004226504147498233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08154857637550663840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11674800.post-111713245314275837</id><published>2005-05-26T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T13:34:13.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus Tales Part 1</title><summary type='text'>So yesterday on the way in to work on le bus there was a lady sitting across from me.  Of course you give people a casual nod or a "mornin" and then kinda keep to yourself.  Well not this one, she was a talker!  I am usually down for having conversations with strangers on the bus, but I noticed myself just saying mhumm, yeah, and or wow..having no idea what she was saying.  Yes this was rude of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/111713245314275837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/111713245314275837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missla-la.blogspot.com/2005/05/bus-tales-part-1.html' title='Bus Tales Part 1'/><author><name>La-La</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004226504147498233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08154857637550663840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11674800.post-111704446494010131</id><published>2005-05-25T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T13:07:44.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time comming</title><summary type='text'>I have neglected my blog for far to long!Ok so I started work last week and have been wipped out every night by the time I get home.  So far my job its good.  I've had to read a whole lot and my training has been delayed a bit because the woman I am supposed to be shadowing has called in sick the last three days and she has annual leave for Thursday and Friday!  SO I am pretty much sitting here </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/111704446494010131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/111704446494010131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missla-la.blogspot.com/2005/05/long-time-comming.html' title='Long Time comming'/><author><name>La-La</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004226504147498233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08154857637550663840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11674800.post-111592177092810409</id><published>2005-05-12T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T13:16:10.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bit of a Break from Blogging</title><summary type='text'>Well I was forced into a break from blogging for a few days because my computer had a complete meltdown!  So I was forced to backup and reinstall everything.  So when I did that it turns out that I didn't pack my wireless card's installation CD..gah!  So anywho I am back up and running, but sadly attached to a wall.  Its funny how when you can't blog you come up with several fantastical ideas to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/111592177092810409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/111592177092810409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missla-la.blogspot.com/2005/05/bit-of-break-from-blogging.html' title='A Bit of a Break from Blogging'/><author><name>La-La</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004226504147498233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08154857637550663840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11674800.post-111565688119950229</id><published>2005-05-09T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T11:41:21.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to drain your minds!</title><summary type='text'>Ok so maybe its just me, but when I am having a boring day I sometimes pop over to google and do image searches. Of course you never know what you are going to find with the safesearch mode turned off, but thats something completely different. Today I found the perfect game for the google nerds out there like me. Its called Guess-the-Google.  It shows you a group of images and you have to guess </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/111565688119950229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/111565688119950229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missla-la.blogspot.com/2005/05/something-to-drain-your-minds.html' title='Something to drain your minds!'/><author><name>La-La</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004226504147498233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08154857637550663840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11674800.post-111551130881983441</id><published>2005-05-07T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T19:15:08.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Burden</title><summary type='text'>Through blog surfing and seeing many of the away messages of my friends it seems like the semester has either ended or that they are in the middle of finals.  First off I would like to congradulate some of my friends on their graduations!  It feels good doesn't it!  As for the rest of you poor souls that have a few semesters left, live it up while you can!It is sooo nice not to have to worry </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/111551130881983441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/111551130881983441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missla-la.blogspot.com/2005/05/lack-of-burden.html' title='Lack of Burden'/><author><name>La-La</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004226504147498233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08154857637550663840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11674800.post-111540051332357153</id><published>2005-05-06T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T12:47:30.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Why Why</title><summary type='text'>Is my brain so freaking retarded!!! I am trying to cook some chicken pot pies for the roomies and I to have for lunch. So what do I do, I look for a cookie sheet, can't find the one I want so I grab the other one. When the oven gets hot I open the door to put them in, only to find the original cookie sheet that I wa s looking for. So I take that one out and put the pot pies on it. I place the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/111540051332357153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11674800/posts/default/111540051332357153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missla-la.blogspot.com/2005/05/why-why-why.html' title='Why Why Why'/><author><name>La-La</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004226504147498233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08154857637550663840'/></author></entry></feed>