<?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-3898027</id><updated>2011-09-02T06:00:53.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lori's Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Random Posts about Random Things</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-8590935263498991474</id><published>2007-11-11T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T12:48:28.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wal-Mart is Ridiculous!!!!</title><summary type='text'>My husband and I made a late night stop at the local Walmart (American Fork, Utah) to purchase cat food, cat litter and chips. In total, the purchase was twenty something dollars. Since it was 1am, there was only one register (minus the long register next to the cigarettes) and hence we proceeded to purchase our items. After ringing everything up, my husband attempted to pay with our Discover </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/8590935263498991474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=8590935263498991474' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/8590935263498991474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/8590935263498991474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2007/11/wal-mart-is-ridiculous.html' title='Wal-Mart is Ridiculous!!!!'/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-117117518241707188</id><published>2007-02-10T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T23:26:22.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's considered offensive?</title><summary type='text'>So, today I was talking with some individuals in IRC when one guy said something about a "midget" being on some game show on TV. Immediately, another individual piped up and said something along the lines of them preferring to be called "little people". While this may be true for some, I certainly do not believe it's so for all. Let me give you some reasoning behind my thoughts. First, as a child</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/117117518241707188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=117117518241707188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/117117518241707188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/117117518241707188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2007/02/whats-considered-offensive.html' title='What&apos;s considered offensive?'/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-115463253336322711</id><published>2006-08-03T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T12:15:33.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can the Past Catch Up to You?</title><summary type='text'>Before you start thinking I have a shady past or something - I'll tell you I don't. I've always wished I could step back into some of my memories and experience some things again. For example, I really miss having Christmas at my grandparents home in Ohio. Even now, it wouldn't be the same. All the wonder and excitement of Christmas that a child experiences is gone for me as an adult. I often </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/115463253336322711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=115463253336322711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/115463253336322711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/115463253336322711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2006/08/can-past-catch-up-to-you.html' title='Can the Past Catch Up to You?'/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-115142597282512804</id><published>2006-06-27T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T09:32:52.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Character</title><summary type='text'>"No change of circumstances can repair a defect of character." - Ralph Waldo Emerson, writerI think it's only human nature to find error in others but not in ourselves. It's interesting to me to think about how we have control over ourselves and no one else, but we always want to change others. The one constant in our lives is ourselves. Before we can change others, make others better, we have to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/115142597282512804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=115142597282512804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/115142597282512804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/115142597282512804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2006/06/change-of-character.html' title='Change of Character'/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-115108923913730980</id><published>2006-06-23T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T12:01:37.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Unique</title><summary type='text'>"Some people are carbon copies. Others make their own impression."- Church billboard in ArizonaMy husband and I always make fun of these young teenagers who think they are being unique and different by trying to be rebellious with their friends. Funny thing is, by doing just that, it makes them not unique and not individuals. It's hard to be true to yourself sometimes when you want to fit in. You</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/115108923913730980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=115108923913730980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/115108923913730980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/115108923913730980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2006/06/being-unique.html' title='Being Unique'/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-115108910967611424</id><published>2006-06-23T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T11:59:02.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making the Most of the Day</title><summary type='text'>"I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see." - John Burroughs, essayist and naturalistInteresting that someone a hundred years ago thought this. I mean, I feel that way everyday and I have more free time than most people. There are always projects I need to work on and things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/115108910967611424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=115108910967611424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/115108910967611424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/115108910967611424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2006/06/making-most-of-day.html' title='Making the Most of the Day'/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-115014505188189726</id><published>2006-06-12T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T13:44:11.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Like a Pile of Bricks....</title><summary type='text'>Do you ever sit down and look at your life and think, "Wow, this is such a huge waste of my life?"I was sitting here today after spending the entire weekend getting things ready for our HUGE LAN party and after spending an entire morning cleaning. I suddenly realized, more people attended last year's LAN and more people went to the unofficial Vegas Meet and more people are going to CPL than are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/115014505188189726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=115014505188189726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/115014505188189726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/115014505188189726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2006/06/life-is-like-pile-of-bricks.html' title='Life is Like a Pile of Bricks....'/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-114996679019862571</id><published>2006-06-10T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T12:13:10.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Week From Hell</title><summary type='text'>Ever have one of those weeks where you think - wow, nothing more could possibly go wrong. And as soon as you say that - more goes wrong. FIRST, Tuesday I managed to impale my foot on a nail. This resulted in my entire week being thrown off (no house work getting done and absolutely no exercise) and a tetanus shot. I thought for sure, it can't get worse.... right?Then Wednesday when I'm cleaning </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/114996679019862571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=114996679019862571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/114996679019862571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/114996679019862571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2006/06/week-from-hell.html' title='The Week From Hell'/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-114988543515396997</id><published>2006-06-09T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T13:37:15.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ole Bait and Switch!</title><summary type='text'>Otherwise known as... the City of Cedar Hills. So a year ago my husband and I happened upon our current home. It was mostly built at that time but lacked a yard and a few base boards, but for the most part, done. We fell in love with our home right away and couldn't wait to move in. Once we got into our home, we just couldn't believe our luck! Granted our home is on the main entrance to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/114988543515396997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=114988543515396997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/114988543515396997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/114988543515396997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2006/06/ole-bait-and-switch.html' title='The Ole Bait and Switch!'/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-114988466036744137</id><published>2006-06-09T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T13:24:20.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning Stress</title><summary type='text'>No, I don't mean planning stress as in you sit down and make a plan for when you are going to stress (at least not directly). But more along the lines of having to plan something and that causing you unmeasurable amounts of stress. My gaming clan has a huge LAN party every June (right around the 17th) to celebrate the anniversary of the clan. For whatever reason, I'm always the person who plans </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/114988466036744137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=114988466036744137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/114988466036744137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/114988466036744137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2006/06/planning-stress.html' title='Planning Stress'/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-114720206997596830</id><published>2006-05-09T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T13:25:01.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yard work is hard!!!</title><summary type='text'>Yard work is hard!!!How come no one ever told me that yard work is hard? When Alan and I bought our house last year, I thought it might take us a week or two to put in, but no.... it's dragging on forever!!! Everytime I think, "Oooh, this won't take long", no, there's something hard and difficult that goes with it! For example, we bought a truck load of sand for our new patio. We had to chuck </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/114720206997596830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=114720206997596830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/114720206997596830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/114720206997596830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2006/05/yard-work-is-hard.html' title='Yard work is hard!!!'/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-114513278910243291</id><published>2006-04-15T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T13:26:29.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Depot aka The Devil's Spawn</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever gone into a store to buy something with just your credit card in tow? They have all these handy dandy little credit cards now that you can just put on your key chain or wherever else and go. In some states people don't even drive, so why have a driver's license? So here's the deal. My husband and I get ticked when we go into a store to buy something and then the person at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/114513278910243291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=114513278910243291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/114513278910243291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/114513278910243291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2006/04/home-depot-aka-devils-spawn.html' title='Home Depot aka The Devil&apos;s Spawn'/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-114513230129098706</id><published>2006-04-15T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T13:18:21.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ungrateful Little....</title><summary type='text'>Do you ever find yourself wanting to reach across the table/through the monitor/through the phone and choke the ever-livin' crap out of someone? What is with all the ungrateful people lately? My husband and I run a gaming clan together. Part of the requirements for our clan members are that they have to play in our public server at least once a week, post in our forums once a week and well, get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/114513230129098706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=114513230129098706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/114513230129098706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/114513230129098706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2006/04/ungrateful-little.html' title='Ungrateful Little....'/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-114067418845379345</id><published>2006-02-22T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T22:56:28.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's so interesting about the humidifer?!</title><summary type='text'>I don't know how many people out there have cats, but I've had a cat almost my entire life. When I was 8 one of my grandmother's many many cats snuck home with us in a trailer. I sometimes wonder if maybe someone didn't help her sneak home with us. Regardless, we had that cat for a good long time. My parents put her to sleep sometime after 2000. By that time I'd already picked up the cat I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/114067418845379345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=114067418845379345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/114067418845379345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/114067418845379345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2006/02/whats-so-interesting-about-humidifer.html' title='What&apos;s so interesting about the humidifer?!'/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-113709864545455300</id><published>2006-01-12T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T13:44:05.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katherine Swynford</title><summary type='text'>I read a lot of books but there are few that I find so interesting and touching that I feel the need to look up more about it on the Internet. Katherine is a novel by Anya Seton based on the real life of Katherine Swynford a woman of common birth (although the book indicates her father was knighted prior to his death) who is the ancestor of the royal family in England. From her line 10 kings and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/113709864545455300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=113709864545455300' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/113709864545455300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/113709864545455300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2006/01/katherine-swynford.html' title='Katherine Swynford'/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-113483833232660829</id><published>2005-12-17T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T09:52:12.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas time.... a hassle?!</title><summary type='text'>Christmas time.... a hassle?!I've always loved Christmas time. My whole life I've looked forward to decorating and putting up lights and the tree and making the house/apt look all pretty and Christmasy. Well this year seeing as how this is our first year in our house - first year ever in a house and first year we've ever OWNED the place we live in - I think I'd be overly excited to decorate. Boy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/113483833232660829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=113483833232660829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/113483833232660829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/113483833232660829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-time-hassle.html' title='Christmas time.... a hassle?!'/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-112855388319195195</id><published>2005-10-05T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T16:11:23.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Safe E-mail for Kids!</title><summary type='text'>Safe E-mail for Kids!This is a shameless plug for what I personally think is one of the brightest ideas to ever hit man. Zoobuh.com is an online email program designed with kids in mind. Ideally a parent will sign their child up for Zoobuh.com and then create the kind of email control the parent feels is necessary. Parents can do things like: approve messages before their child ever sees them, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/112855388319195195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=112855388319195195' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/112855388319195195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/112855388319195195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2005/10/safe-e-mail-for-kids.html' title='Safe E-mail for Kids!'/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-112855303486545937</id><published>2005-10-05T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T15:57:14.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember when there were seasons....</title><summary type='text'>Remember when there were seasons....Seriously.... when did it go from blazing hot to freezing cold in one week? What happened to Fall or to Spring. It's been warm enough to keep my windows open at my house pretty much all the time, and not have the air conditioner or the heater on. But one day it goes from windows open temperature to it's so cold it snowed! Seems like every year there is less and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/112855303486545937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=112855303486545937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/112855303486545937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/112855303486545937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2005/10/remember-when-there-were-seasons.html' title='Remember when there were seasons....'/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-112855074917823084</id><published>2005-10-02T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T15:19:09.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrapbooking - the Addiction of Utah Women</title><summary type='text'>Scrapbooking - the Addiction of Utah WomenSo I live in Utah. I've been here just over 2 years. Last time I was introduced on scrapbooking was back in my college days - when I had 5 Utah roommates. Although I found it entertaining then, when I lived in Idaho and was trapped without a car - now I've discovered it's an obsession to many women here in Utah. It's so insanely huge here, I'd say there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/112855074917823084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=112855074917823084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/112855074917823084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/112855074917823084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2005/10/scrapbooking-addiction-of-utah-women.html' title='Scrapbooking - the Addiction of Utah Women'/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-112362357446150621</id><published>2005-08-09T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T14:39:34.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Selection.....new addiction</title><summary type='text'>Natural Selection.....new addictionOkay - so my newest addiction is Natural Selection. It's a mod of Half Life (not HL2) and is free if you already own HL. Go to www.unknownworlds.com to download it. I played NS back in the beta stages, but then got hooked on CS again and kinda left it in the dirt. But recently I thought I'd try it out again - and I love it. I had Alan (aka alt) put up AI's very </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/112362357446150621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=112362357446150621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/112362357446150621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/112362357446150621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2005/08/natural-selectionnew-addiction.html' title='Natural Selection.....new addiction'/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-112068227554556529</id><published>2005-07-06T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T13:37:55.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We bought a house!</title><summary type='text'>We bought a house!SO.... Alan and I just bought our first home! We've been kinda looking for a while and after much searching, found the perfect place. It all started with this one builder near where our townhome was. We kept seeing signs for them, so we finally decided to go check things out. As it turns out, we really liked their biggest home (go figure, I bet that happens 99% of the time) but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/112068227554556529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=112068227554556529' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/112068227554556529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/112068227554556529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2005/07/we-bought-house.html' title='We bought a house!'/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-111580165600244859</id><published>2005-05-11T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T14:22:30.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People Who Use Yahoo Chat Are Mentally Retarded</title><summary type='text'>People Who Use Yahoo Chat Are Mentally RetardedFor example:flavor_davis: I'm 30...as for the sis'...u'll need to check w/remoteflavor_davis: I'm not claimin them as my own...lolbloom35682: I dont blame you...flavor_davis: how old r u bloom?bloom35682: im 32 look 27 act 24bloom35682: so ive been toldflavor_davis: lolflavor_davis: nice...u got a pic?bloom35682: i have a daughter in HS... i went to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/111580165600244859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=111580165600244859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/111580165600244859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/111580165600244859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2005/05/people-who-use-yahoo-chat-are-mentally.html' title='People Who Use Yahoo Chat Are Mentally Retarded'/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-111579792810120737</id><published>2005-05-11T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T14:34:49.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Media is SOOO Biased</title><summary type='text'>The Media is SOOO BiasedI'm not going to go into detail here, because I don't think it's necessary. But I've noticed lately that the Media is so incredibly biased! For example, I have a friend locally who is the nicest person you'll ever meet. He'd give you the shirt off his back - assuming you wanted it. He takes care of his neighbors and friends kids because they are lazy and can't do it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/111579792810120737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=111579792810120737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/111579792810120737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/111579792810120737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2005/05/media-is-sooo-biased.html' title='The Media is SOOO Biased'/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-111579730200531486</id><published>2005-05-03T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T00:41:42.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconsiderate People Should Be Burned at the Stake</title><summary type='text'>Inconsiderate People Should Be Burned at the StakeThere are probably people out there that think this is a rude mean statement. But it's true. There are people out there that despite what everyone thinks, intentionally say hurtful things because they have the need to feel better than you. For example, "Oh, you still work there?" or "Oh, you still drive that car?" Why do these people feel the need</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/111579730200531486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=111579730200531486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/111579730200531486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/111579730200531486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2005/05/inconsiderate-people-should-be-burned.html' title='Inconsiderate People Should Be Burned at the Stake'/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-111415838359112345</id><published>2005-04-22T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T01:26:23.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What constitutes good music?</title><summary type='text'>What constitutes good music?That's a good question. I don't know the answer to it either. I like music but I'm by no means an expert. One of my friends was recently checking out some bits of songs I have on my website (www.lori-jane.com) and was mocking me for having a CD from Dawson's Creek on there. Well you know, the show might have been retarded, but that doesn't mean the music on it was too.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/111415838359112345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=111415838359112345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/111415838359112345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/111415838359112345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-constitutes-good-music.html' title='What constitutes good music?'/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-111364369564506283</id><published>2005-04-16T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T02:28:15.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amityville Horror can bite me</title><summary type='text'>Amityville Horror can bite meI love scary movies. I thought The Ring was very scary. I saw The Ring 2 and although it wasn't as scary as the first, I still thought it was scary. White Noise was scary - minus the weird alien things. What Lies Beneath, The Others, Sixth Sense, Mothman Prophecies and even DragonFly were all fairly scary movies. The thing that makes these movies DIFFERENT than </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/111364369564506283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=111364369564506283' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/111364369564506283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/111364369564506283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2005/04/amityville-horror-can-bite-me.html' title='Amityville Horror can bite me'/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-111363926392440241</id><published>2005-04-16T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T01:14:23.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jazz games rock!</title><summary type='text'>Jazz games rock!So a couple of weeks ago my husband scored some sweet tickets to a Jazz game. They actually said on the ticket - ROW 1. Nice huh? So I discover there is this whole other world of Jazz games.... The people who sit on the bottom three rows all get free dinner AND they get whatever freebees are given away at the game! So basically they lead you down to this secret room where you eat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/111363926392440241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=111363926392440241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/111363926392440241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/111363926392440241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2005/04/jazz-games-rock.html' title='Jazz games rock!'/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-111363986250444592</id><published>2005-04-14T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T02:28:57.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spending time with the nephews</title><summary type='text'>Spending time with the nephewsSo my sister starting having kids like 11 years ago. Since her kids have kinda grown up and I've moved away, I haven't really spent all that much time with babies. Being a teacher, I do spend time with kids, but for the most part, they can wipe their own butts. So it's hard marrying someone who's siblings are already married and have kids. All of a sudden you are an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/111363986250444592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=111363986250444592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/111363986250444592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/111363986250444592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2005/04/spending-time-with-nephews.html' title='Spending time with the nephews'/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-111369042481584828</id><published>2005-04-10T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T14:53:15.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's so real about reality TV?</title><summary type='text'>What's so real about reality TV?I've noticed that TV has become just a random bunch of Reality TV series. Everyone is trying to make the next Survivor. Well, newsflash - reality TV isn't real. For example, I've seen a couple episodes of Strange Love. It's about some hideous tall woman and her freaky little boyfriend, Flava Flav. Now come on. How are they representitive of the REAL world? I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/111369042481584828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=111369042481584828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/111369042481584828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/111369042481584828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2005/04/whats-so-real-about-reality-tv.html' title='What&apos;s so real about reality TV?'/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-110055302101436010</id><published>2004-11-15T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T14:10:56.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays!</title><summary type='text'>Aren't holidays just dandy?So the holidays are just around the corner and every year it gets stranger and stranger. Not the family - they've always been strange (at least mine, not my husbands...well maybe some of the extended...). I was thinking the other day when I was on the phone with my sister in Tennessee that only 10 years ago we were still driving up from Bristol, TN to southern Ohio to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/110055302101436010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=110055302101436010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/110055302101436010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/110055302101436010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2004/11/holidays.html' title='Holidays!'/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-110055409653656012</id><published>2004-11-14T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T14:28:16.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eric and Mandy's wedding</title><summary type='text'>Weddings...My husband and I attended his cousin's wedding this weekend. About a year and a half after our very own wedding (although we got hitched in the temple, so yah, it was a tad different), it certainly brings back memories. Odd thing is, we haven't spoken to them in about 2 months because of a disagreement between us. But, since they are family, I figured if I didn't go, I'd regret it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/110055409653656012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=110055409653656012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/110055409653656012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/110055409653656012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2004/11/eric-and-mandys-wedding.html' title='Eric and Mandy&apos;s wedding'/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-110055344769275499</id><published>2004-11-13T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T14:17:27.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Having your own clan</title><summary type='text'>Having your own CS Clan is great!At least most of the time. Sometimes you get annoyed with the constant whining... but for the most part, it's pretty great. My husband and I started our own gaming clan (just CS at the moment) back in June and it's sprouted! Now we have 30 members, and about 100 applicants (no I'm not joking). We created something that everyone wants to be a part of! Crazy huh?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/110055344769275499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=110055344769275499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/110055344769275499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/110055344769275499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2004/11/having-your-own-clan.html' title='Having your own clan'/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-109573448786859802</id><published>2004-09-20T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T19:41:27.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's with the sudden blogs?</title><summary type='text'>What's with the sudden blogs?I've noticed lately that all of a sudden everyone has a blog. And not only does everyone have a blog but everyone is posting it everywhere. Exactly what do you post in a blog? I mean you don't want to get too personal cause the whole world can read it and unless you have an extremely exciting life - it's just a bunch of boring random stuff! Unless of course you are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/109573448786859802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=109573448786859802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/109573448786859802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/109573448786859802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2004/09/whats-with-sudden-blogs.html' title='What&apos;s with the sudden blogs?'/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-108818496907763003</id><published>2004-06-25T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T10:37:20.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have my very own Counter Strike server!</title><summary type='text'>I have my very own Counter Strike server!Ever notice that playing on other peoples counter strike servers isn't exactly fun? There is either one person in the clan that owns the server that is a total dick or there is never an admin around to take care of all the cheaters. Seriously in the 2+ years I've been playing CS I've found it darn near impossible to find a server that is worth staying on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/108818496907763003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=108818496907763003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/108818496907763003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/108818496907763003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-have-my-very-own-counter-strike.html' title='I have my very own Counter Strike server!'/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-107654589061716676</id><published>2004-02-11T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T17:35:42.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is it some parents think their kids are perfect?</title><summary type='text'>Why is it some parents think their kids are perfect?I mean seriously....what's the deal with this? I'm currently working as a substitute teacher. I'm so highly recommended that I'm not even only the calling system because the schools just call me personally and request me. That makes me feel good. I went to college for 4 years after all to be a teacher. In fact, I even got my degree and was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/107654589061716676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=107654589061716676' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/107654589061716676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/107654589061716676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2004/02/why-is-it-some-parents-think-their.html' title='Why is it some parents think their kids are perfect?'/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-106460539715808414</id><published>2003-09-26T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T12:43:16.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>College is a crock!That's all I gotta say. Don't go cause you'll waste 4 years of income plus you'll put yourself in debt by at least 20,000. Apparently college is for us suckers who thought that having an education might actually get you a job. For example, lets pretend we all went to college to be teachers! YAH! We are all really great teachers. In fact, we've worked in private schools, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/106460539715808414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=106460539715808414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/106460539715808414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/106460539715808414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2003/09/college-is-crock-thats-all-i-gotta-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-106202024005206132</id><published>2003-08-27T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T14:37:20.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>People who shop on EBay are from a lower genepoolWell mostly. I have to admit, I've bought stuff from eBay. Well, not really eBay, more like half.com. But that is besides the point. I've discovered that the dumbest people shop at eBay. These are the same type of people who want something for nothing. Quick...all you get rich quick schemers run to eBay to find new victims. My most recent </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/106202024005206132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=106202024005206132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/106202024005206132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/106202024005206132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2003/08/people-who-shop-on-ebay-are-from-lower.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-88898527</id><published>2003-02-10T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T14:03:23.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Google Knows Who I Am!Yes yes, I've discovered that all along, google has been stalking me. Darn that google. It was interesting. I thought, maybe just maybe, I'd check and see if google could find my new webpage (www.lori-jane.com). Oh and sure enough, it did. I searched for CS_Chicky - and it found me. I searched for LoriGirlCS - and it found me. Now here is the scary part. I searched for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/88898527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/88898527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2003/02/google-knows-who-i-am-yes-yes-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-88733896</id><published>2003-02-07T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T17:58:00.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>People AbusersI'm certainly aware that anyone online can read this, but at this point, I'm pretty sure I don't care. There are two kinds of people in this world. The abusers and the abused. I don't think either role is a good one. Girls tend to be the abusers. The whole whiny, "Oh, please please...." cry cry, whine whine, until you feel harrassed enough you do it. I know what this is, I've done</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/88733896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=88733896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/88733896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/88733896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2003/02/people-abusers-im-certainly-aware-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-87613368</id><published>2003-01-17T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-01-17T16:19:14.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Journal Procrastination OnlineOh yes, I can procrastinate writing on here too. I've had a busy holiday season, so I have plenty of reason to be slow at updating anything, Get off my back. Let's see, where to start. I spent half a month in Utah with my significant other (soon to be husband) and New Years in Vegas. Yes, Vegas - the city with streets paved with porn. Yes, porn. I swear, you can't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/87613368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=87613368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/87613368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/87613368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2003/01/journal-procrastination-online-oh-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-85750085</id><published>2002-12-09T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T16:03:47.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CS Banning - Power Trip or Server Control? Definitely power trip. First, half these guys are like 12 years old. They get mad if you tell them they sound like a girl. Second, half of them just want to look like big men (probably to compensate for sounding like a girl). I received my first banning today. Oh yes....I got banned for telling some guy where he could put his five minute ban. This guy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/85750085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=85750085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/85750085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/85750085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2002/12/cs-banning-power-trip-or-server.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-85299497</id><published>2002-11-30T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-11-30T11:10:08.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh Christmas Tree Oh Christmas Tree, WHERE THE FREAKING HECK DID I PUT YOU???? - I can't find my Christmas Tree. I know I had one. I remember even looking at it and thinking, "Crap, this tree is gonna be ugly." But now I can't find the ugly thing anywhere. I'm going to have to go buy another one and just in time for the prices to be at an all time high too. Lucky me. Well other than the absence </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/85299497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=85299497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/85299497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/85299497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2002/11/oh-christmas-tree-oh-christmas-tree.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-85239270</id><published>2002-11-28T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T21:37:48.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving! - Yes, today is Thanksgiving. The one day we allow ourselves to over eat, and yet we know we'll regret it later. This year, I helped my mother make most of the dinner. I have no desire to inflict such pain on myself in the future. Talk about not much fun. Ick. I made two apple pies and a cherry pie from scratch as well! What insanity drives a person to do such things??? Now I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/85239270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=85239270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/85239270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/85239270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2002/11/happy-thanksgiving-yes-today-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-84688734</id><published>2002-11-17T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T20:29:59.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Airlines suck - Yes, yes, they do. Thing is we all know that but we do nothing about that! And the only people who do, drive them into tall buildings (lack of intelligence). So, why do I hate airlines. You go to their website, tell them what you want, and they tell you this AWESOME price for the tickets you want. You are thinking, "AWESOME! I got a great deal." But really it's a scam. Now here is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/84688734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=84688734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/84688734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/84688734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2002/11/airlines-suck-yes-yes-they-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-83839392</id><published>2002-10-31T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-31T13:03:23.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Major fast packing - Yep, that is me! I packed almost my entire house in a matter of about 8 hours. There are a few minor things here and there, but for the most part, this place is all packed up! I was really grateful to my friend Shauna who spent several hours with me last night helping me pack things into boxes, which I didn't discover had spiders in them until the last two boxes. They were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/83839392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=83839392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/83839392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/83839392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2002/10/major-fast-packing-yep-that-is-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-83797679</id><published>2002-10-30T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T17:48:21.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are moving when? I got my new place for sure...they accepted the lease and the credit stuff all checked out, so I suppose that is good. So I'm frantically packing so that I can move in those two hours I've got. Geesh...so much time... So anyway, I got my mother to come over and help me pack up some stuff. I suppose it became a family outing cause the next thing I know dad is there and so is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/83797679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=83797679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/83797679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/83797679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2002/10/you-are-moving-when-i-got-my-new-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-83755533</id><published>2002-10-29T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-29T22:26:41.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day Two: I'm still alive. The kids are not. :o Kidding. Today was much better. I brought my jar of marbles in and man, those kids learned fast that they could lose marbles in a FLASH! I think they will be even better tomorrow. MUAHHAHA! Mean Miss Black - MEAN! Institute is good. I learned a lot. All about how Emma was a good woman and how women are great and men should worship us. Oh wait...that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/83755533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=83755533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/83755533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/83755533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2002/10/day-two-im-still-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898027.post-83688655</id><published>2002-10-28T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-28T17:12:48.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First day in the classroom - I'm going to teach what in 2 minutes??? Man these kids are unrully...just wait till I get ahold of them! MUAHAHAH...All went well, although I left with a headache and the overwhelming feeling that I enjoyed sleeping till noon everyday much more than teaching these kids 1 + 1. Besides, they know 1 + 1 is 3. What do they need me for?Had the sudden realization that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/83688655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898027&amp;postID=83688655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/83688655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898027/posts/default/83688655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lori-jane.blogspot.com/2002/10/first-day-in-classroom-im-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori Black Fullmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_elVEXK99hVc/TTc6jAOmyjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_S2OvmIVRHI/S220/Oh%2Bla%2Bla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
