<?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-5746444</id><updated>2011-09-10T21:46:16.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Oates!</title><subtitle type='html'>The non daily show side of &lt;a href="http://anitasdailyshowpage.tripod.com"&gt;Anita's Daily Show Page&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1161</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-452801330723124388</id><published>2007-02-02T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T23:43:07.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Obligatory Baby EntryCome and meet our new baby!Her name is Magaggie er, Maggie. She's a long hair Dachshund (in layman's dumbass terms a "weenie dog") and she's eight weeks old. And her real birthday is December 13th.----I got a big box of old tapes from Kristin today, so that will keep me occupied this weekend -- along with Maggie of course.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/452801330723124388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/452801330723124388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2007/02/obligatory-baby-entry-come-and-meet-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/123/377853475_3b9671d2eb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-4373307830866508761</id><published>2007-01-30T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T14:47:17.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And Mom Made Sloppy Joes Tonight Too, I Couldn't Beleive It Can one of you guys please get this song out of my head?Oh mamma don't make me another meatloaf!Forget the Mac n Cheese!I want some fun piled on a bunI want a Manwhich please!ah-ah-ah!I want a Manwhich please!I think this is the first time in a long time I've had a song stuck in my head for the entire day. I remember this one time when I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/4373307830866508761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/4373307830866508761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-mom-made-sloppy-joes-tonight-too-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-5577478459182466528</id><published>2007-01-27T00:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T00:16:14.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                 I Got Too Many Tabs Open Things Move Slowly  Something I posted at TWOP in the TV Moments That Have Scarred You For Life Thread (yeah, I don't know why I still post there either after those Paula Deen fans got upset at me)Tonight on the news they were talking about that on set car accident Nicole Kidman got into (yeah, apparently that was worthy enough to be on the local news?!) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/5577478459182466528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/5577478459182466528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-got-too-many-tabs-open-things-move_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-7626598507013020871</id><published>2007-01-27T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T00:15:46.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                 I Got Too Many Tabs Open Things Move Slowly  Something I posted at TWOP in the TV Moments That Have Scarred You For Life Thread (yeah, I don't know why I still post there either after those Paula Deen fans got upset at me)Tonight on the news they were talking about that on set car accident Nicole Kidman got into (yeah, apparently that was worthy enough to be on the local news?!) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/7626598507013020871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/7626598507013020871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-got-too-many-tabs-open-things-move.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116942230250564256</id><published>2007-01-21T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T18:31:42.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Entry With No YouTube Commercial LinksI actually had to look up "meta" in Urban Dictionary because so many people were using it in this Simpsons thread. Boy do I feel out of touch/out of time.Mom asked me to go to Eckerd for her today. There was SO much stuff in there I wanted, it wasn't even funny. I hope I get a job at the school soon.Here's an old treat. A scan of a Simpsons Illustrated </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116942230250564256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116942230250564256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2007/01/entry-with-no-youtube-commercial-links.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116942283757055020</id><published>2007-01-19T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T18:47:29.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"GEEEEEEEE!!!" "Deeeeelicious!"I feel like a hyprocrite because I disabled ratings on my YouTube videos. But, I mean every single video on YouTube is like 1 1/2 stars. And I'm trying to upload this stuff on the down low* anyway. Clips like:1991 (?) Commercial BreakFrom Jackie  . Commercials included are:-Alpha Bits Cereal-Luvs Diapers-Ny Quil (with Nathan Lane [years ago back when Comedy Central </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116942283757055020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116942283757055020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2007/01/geeeeeeee-deeeeelicious-i-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116942308309694221</id><published>2007-01-17T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T18:44:43.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So the temp gage on my car was going to the "H" and the "red zone" pretty quickly on a day where its 38 outside.  So I rushed it home and I didn't go to school this afternoon. Instead I typed up my outline for my research paper for Sociology. My teacher gave me permission to do my paper on Newmarket Fair Mall. I did a speech about the mall for public speaking, and I told him this and he said it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116942308309694221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116942308309694221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-temp-gage-on-my-car-was-going-to-h.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/152/360845070_54a977a6d6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116882943615017009</id><published>2007-01-14T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T21:51:43.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coliseum Mall's Last Day of BusinessI got the chance to swing by Coliseum Mall on their final day of business. Here is a write up on my retail blog.I forgot to tell the mall "bye". ----I uploaded some things to YouTube this past week:1995 WGN Commercial BreakI was a volunteer at a library for a short time and someone donated to us all their stuff they recorded off of the TV. I took all the tapes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116882943615017009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116882943615017009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2007/01/coliseum-malls-last-day-of-business-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/145/357485103_c9b1e5dc6f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116865936895483777</id><published>2007-01-12T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T22:36:08.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"End of an era for local shoppers"{Photo I took in October of 2006}Coliseum Mall (Hampton, VA) is going away FOREVER very VERY soon! ...foreverz....Most stores will close Sunday, as the 33-year-old mall gives way to the open-air Peninsula Town Center.BY CYNTHIA H. CHO247-4744January 12, 2007HAMPTON -- At Coliseum Mall on Thursday, Norma Reed peered at the miniature model of the Peninsula Town </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116865936895483777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116865936895483777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2007/01/end-of-era-for-local-shoppers-photo-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/122/281737511_9c56856c91_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116865931566559475</id><published>2007-01-12T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T22:35:15.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Great iBook G3 Lemon Auction Of 2007So, I'm really thinking about selling my BROKEN iBook G3 on ebay (for parts of course). But I'm way too chicken to. I have some stupid questions about ebay (I feel better about getting a personal answer on them than reading some website). Questions are:Ok, so if they pay for the iBook through PayPal, the money goes into my PayPal account. So how do I ship </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116865931566559475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116865931566559475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2007/01/great-ibook-g3-lemon-auction-of-2007.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116865925811733219</id><published>2007-01-12T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T22:34:18.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Had to Calm Down The New English 244 Students Tues. Night{I crossposted this to icompact.com}This week Loréal has buy one get one free face makeup and lipstick. I was going to get in on that, but at my Rite Aid there is this young girl working there, I can tell she doesn't like me. Every time I come in she looks at me slowly and oddly, and I can tell she stares at me the entire time I'm in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116865925811733219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116865925811733219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-had-to-calm-down-new-english-244.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116814955241668126</id><published>2007-01-07T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T00:59:12.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Check Out What He Does With The FingerSo I finally got to order my lipstick and eyeshadow from macys.com ... over the phone yesterday. Like olden days with the Sears catalog! Even the phone operators had problems putting my order in! So I wrote Macys an e-mail this afternoon about how difficult using the website was. At Wal Mart today I noticed their knockoff Philosophy/Body Shop/Bath and Body </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116814955241668126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116814955241668126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2007/01/check-out-what-he-does-with-finger-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116797524505871976</id><published>2007-01-05T00:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T00:34:05.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Hey! I Did Something Almost Anybody Can Do! Thumbs Up!"I got a Macys $50 gift card for Christmas. It was one of those giftcards you buy from that big display of giftcards grocery stores have up during the holidays.So this week I finally decide to use it online since our Macys are an hour away and my car barely runs. BAD mistake. I have dialup and I'm on a Mac. I tried using three different </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116797524505871976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116797524505871976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-i-did-something-almost-anybody-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116776795267140396</id><published>2007-01-02T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T14:59:12.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The ConedomMy mope-mope-moping finally ended around 12:30 a.m., oh wait the day was already over. Anyways, it was over when I logged into mycokerewards.com and saw that $25 Sephora.com eGift certificates were available again for 800 points. I had about 875, so I got on that and I bought this with it:I also had some money in my Paypal account from sending my math book to textbooksrus.com and so I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116776795267140396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116776795267140396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2007/01/conedom-my-mope-mope-moping-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116767929621943808</id><published>2007-01-01T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T14:21:36.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Let Me Go Check My Comments To See If Anybody Felt Sorry For Me"I'm already sick of reading about how great everybody spent New Years. I spent it looking at my makeup, listening to Dr. Katz audio commentaries, and uploading commercials to YouTube and then almost crying myself to sleep. Oh wait, I've done that almost every night this week except swap Dr. Katz out for Simpsons season 5 which by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116767929621943808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116767929621943808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2007/01/let-me-go-check-my-comments-to-see-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116754525761638612</id><published>2006-12-31T01:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T01:07:37.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That Ostrich WordNew Years Eve is one of those holidays I hate with a passion along with Valentines Day and Halloween (lol, I almost typed "Easter" at first!).  It's one of those days that really makes a lonely person such as myself feel like dirt.But on the other hand, if I did have friends here in Franklin, I don't think I'd like it. They'd constantly want to come over, or all they'd ever want </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116754525761638612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116754525761638612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/12/that-ostrich-word-new-years-eve-is-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116746141388204728</id><published>2006-12-30T01:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T01:50:13.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"He Loves My Hair!"FINALLY! Here is the first (of many!) commercial segments I will be uploading to YouTube:1992 Simpsons Commercial Break (hopefully it will be processed by then)We need to thank Kristin  for sending me the tape way back in September. These are commercials that aired during the original airing of the 4th season ep "Radio Bart". Included in this commercial set is:Duracell </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116746141388204728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116746141388204728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/12/he-loves-my-hair-finally-here-is-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116717821924011708</id><published>2006-12-26T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T19:10:19.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Adults Are Too Busy To Sit And Think About CandyI canceled the Wal Mart interview this afternoon. I called the personnel lady and told her that I couldn't make it tomorrow that I thought about it over Christmas and I won't have time to work due to school. Another reason why I canceled my interview was I've been kinda/sorta observing the people who work at the Franklin Wal Mart and some of them </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116717821924011708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116717821924011708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/12/adults-are-too-busy-to-sit-and-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116717811255267239</id><published>2006-12-25T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T19:09:46.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Ho! Santa's Doing The Forbidden Dance!"Mom &amp; Dad bought me way too much this year, but honestly it felt good since the past few years we haven't had much money due to house issues. I got:DVD Recorder/VHS combo (I finally learned how to use it at like 8:30 p.m.)Red CrocsA pair of black shiny flats from Delia*s we have to return b/c they're too looseSeveral Turtlenecks and skirts---most of them </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116717811255267239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116717811255267239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/12/ho-santas-doing-forbidden-dance-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/158/333315462_fd8191e270_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116675122120699538</id><published>2006-12-21T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T20:33:41.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Wife Says These Are Great!Today was so great. It's up there on my top list of enjoyable days before Christmas. I had a dentist appointment at 9:30 this morning to get my cavity filled in. I sat and read a Complete Peanuts volume I checked out at the library last week while I was waiting for the dentistWhen mom and I went to Wal Mart I wanted to try my hand at the claw machine to see if I could</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116675122120699538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116675122120699538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-wife-says-these-are-great-today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116666164685344500</id><published>2006-12-20T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T19:40:46.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Daniel's "coconuts" monologueWhat did I do Sunday? I ate chicken noodle soup in the shape of a grocery store logo and drank year old diet soda.Now, I hate store brand condensed soups. And this is not the exception. It was super cheap (like under a buck) so I bought it just to take a photo of it.Here it is, in action.Here is the (probably) year old 7up Plus Tropical soda I had Sunday. This stuff </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116666164685344500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116666164685344500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/12/daniels-coconuts-monologue-what-did-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/141/328578943_72faba8ed5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116649928897320605</id><published>2006-12-18T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T22:34:48.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So This Is What The 80's Taste LikeThis article about how much TBS sucks is pretty timely since I watched an old 90's commercial tape this afternoon and most of the stuff on the tape was taken off of TBS broadcasts. I'll have to wait to see the 7:00 Soap Opera Network airing of Y&amp;R tomorrow and that sucks because according to our Canadian friend who get to see the show a day before us...Final </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116649928897320605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116649928897320605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-this-is-what-80s-taste-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116638876651401498</id><published>2006-12-17T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T15:52:46.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We're Being Overely Dramatic About A Chocolate Bar No Looonger Maaddee! N-E-S-T-L-E-S!  So while I was in Eckerd getting a gingerbread house for Christmas for my nephews, I went on a wild goose chase for a white chocolate candy bar. I wanted white chocoltae so bad after watching this video. Well, Eckerd didn't have any, which really surprised me since they have a lot of the main stream fancy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116638876651401498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116638876651401498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/12/were-being-overely-dramatic-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116624587755806048</id><published>2006-12-16T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T00:11:17.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chubby MarkersI decided to copy off of       and do my own list of 25 Christmas memories:    I remember when I was eight years old in 1991 it was the Christmas my dad was out to sea. My neice and nephew were spending the night Christmas Eve eve, and Christmas Eve day. So we were sitting around the tree wondering what kind of presents my mom got them.  Mom had bought my niece a Barbie Starstepper </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116624587755806048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116624587755806048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/12/chubby-markers-i-decided-to-copy-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116616533384096277</id><published>2006-12-15T01:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T01:48:53.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"What You Gonna Do?! I'm A BOLD EXPLOSION!!"   This evening I broke out a cd-rw that simply had "images" written in light blue sharpie on it. So I popped it in and found every single photo I took with my first digital camera (a clunky Kodak), so I uploaded my favorite ones here in this photoset. I'll probably be adding more photos to that photoset soon. And then I found all my Ed Helms screencaps</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116616533384096277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116616533384096277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-you-gonna-do-im-bold-explosion.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116612852234347416</id><published>2006-12-14T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T15:35:22.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I like clean things and didn't want to sell something with make-up dust all in it"*So I volunteered to go to the "Santa thing at the library" tonight. But as it gets closer and closer to 5 p.m. I don't want to go. It's not going to be the same since Jon and Demetira works at different library branches now. It's all different people there now who look down on me--well, at least they did during </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116612852234347416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116612852234347416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-like-clean-things-and-didnt-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116590035723780053</id><published>2006-12-12T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T00:12:37.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Peg Can't Help You Land That PlaneOhhh I saw funny on the TV yesterday afternoon. I was watching  Young &amp; The Restless and a commercial for The Unit came on and TV's Al Bundy is going to playing some sort of air traffic controller that has to save the day when a pilot of a plane drops dead -- how cliché.And people wonder why I "refuse" to watch Prime Time TV.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116590035723780053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116590035723780053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/12/peg-cant-help-you-land-that-plane-ohhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116579855306129315</id><published>2006-12-10T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T19:55:53.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Watching Head Of The Class and Looking at Ed Helms Photos, it Must Be 2003 AgainOmgz...so I went to g3apples.com because they buy Apple Computers in any condition, and we all know the condition my iBook G3 is in (dead harddrive). Now, I know my computer is old (made in 2002) and I know that the dead harddrive hampers its vault, but I at least thought they'd give me $100 for the case and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116579855306129315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116579855306129315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/12/watching-head-of-class-and-looking-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116572480706183769</id><published>2006-12-09T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T23:26:47.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two Steps Away From Being DebThe **Caboodle** came in the mail today! It's under the tree now:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116572480706183769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116572480706183769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/12/two-steps-away-from-being-deb-caboodle.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116555139720034686</id><published>2006-12-07T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T23:16:37.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Snoopy And His Doppelgänger Get MarriedI was bored tonight and so I was scanning eBay looking to see if anybody was selling any old Macys Snoopys, when I ran across this.'Yeah, So I'm pretty much NOT studying for my Sociology exam apparently....///edit///OH. I have this Snoopy :But he's in STORAGE missing FOREVER.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116555139720034686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116555139720034686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/12/snoopy-and-his-doppelgnger-get-married.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116537104961198677</id><published>2006-12-05T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T21:10:49.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Mr. Fox and Mr. Goose ShowHere are the airdates for the infamous ep of Sandra Lee where you see a menorah and a ham in the same shot:December 10, 2006 11:00 AM ET/PTDecember 12, 2006 5:30 PM ET/PTDecember 16, 2006 11:00 AM ET/PTDecember 19, 2006 12:30 PM ET/PT (Food Network)I got a "B" on my Annotated Biblography for that Christopher Smart paper I turned in last week (well, I turned in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116537104961198677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116537104961198677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/12/mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116520627377049585</id><published>2006-12-03T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T23:24:33.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another Eight Hours OnlineI am such a hyprocrite. I finally broke down and started to download things from youtube once I learned  how to save the .flv fileconvert them to mp4's so I can put them on my iPod (I use iSquint for that though, I'm sure there is a PC solution to that floating around somewhere. I told myself I wasn't going to go crazy though pasting you tube videos in my entires, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116520627377049585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116520627377049585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/12/another-eight-hours-online-i-am-such.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116520632406985985</id><published>2006-12-03T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T23:25:24.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>588-2300 Empire     588-2300 Empire    Originally uploaded by englishkris. Nice to see that my Sociology teacher got some acting work (being the empire man for Chicago's Empire Carpet according to Kristin) before he became a Sociology teacher for a podunk community college in VA.Yeah, my final is Friday, its not culmutative, but I better start studying for it because I got like a 77 on the last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116520632406985985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116520632406985985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/12/588-2300-empire-588-2300-empire.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116504587987846161</id><published>2006-12-02T02:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T02:51:19.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'Wonder If A Small Can Of Aqua Net Will Fit In It?I bought a Caboodle on eBay tonight! (well, this morning)It's ancient! It was the first thing I ever bought on eBay. I hope I did it right. I got it for around $25. I figured that was the best I was going to do, 'cause the big Caboodles always go fast and that one was buy it now.I checked out a lot at the library yesterday:It's the Great Pumpkin, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116504587987846161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116504587987846161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/12/wonder-if-small-can-of-aqua-net-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116495875131723616</id><published>2006-12-01T02:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T02:39:11.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stop Rubbing Yourself All Over Everything Like A PuppyI could have strangled Verizon earlier this evening. See, we still use dialup here, and I was online around 9:30 ish, looking at Flickr and chatting when I get kicked off of AOL. So I figured it was because I hadn't been using the actual AOL program for quite a bit, and it kicked me off thinking I was inactive. Nope. I tried getting back </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116495875131723616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116495875131723616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/12/stop-rubbing-yourself-all-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116493690646125050</id><published>2006-11-30T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T20:35:06.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Logan Likes Mary Anne! Exclamation Point Stressed  I found my old MST3K - Caption This! website. I made those back in 2002 right before the site died. Does anybody remember that ancient "What's On Comedy Central Right Now?" website? Unfortunately I do not know the URL, so I can't look up the site on archive.org. But It was a website that you would go to and you would see a screenshot of what was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116493690646125050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116493690646125050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/11/logan-likes-mary-anne-exclamation.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116484939940477437</id><published>2006-11-29T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T20:16:39.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"That's The Same Journey Anger Move!"I wwwwaaaaannnntt......  My black and gold Caboodle was just like that one. It is either sitting in a storage unit in Waverly, VA or was given to the thrift store six years ago. I looked at the shitty new ones at Eckerd &amp; Wal Mart this past weekend and they do not match up to the old skool ones. I went to this junk store about a minute away from my house </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116484939940477437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116484939940477437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/11/thats-same-journey-anger-move-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116474340090648274</id><published>2006-11-28T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T14:51:45.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Look At My Beautiful Hand Selected Audience Of 20-Something Size 2 Women!  Yet another reason to despise Paula Deen, this is the application you have to fill out to be on her new sleaze fest, Paula's Party:{TWOP Post, Keep on reading after that post}Apparently one needs to prove worthiness to party with Pauler:Please include the following in your email for each guest:Name:Age:Address:Phone:Best </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116474340090648274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116474340090648274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/11/look-at-my-beautiful-hand-selected.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116452464775145675</id><published>2006-11-26T02:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T02:04:07.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fraiser SingsI finished my Sociology project (you know, the surveys) at around 1:25 this morning. I had to do one survey because I was one survey short of 30.I never really read XE anymore, but I saw that Matt wrote a write up on the disaster 1993 Macys Thanksgiving Parade. This was the year that Katie Couric wore that janked up oddly shaped red hat that I anted so bad when I was 10. I'll say it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116452464775145675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116452464775145675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/11/fraiser-sings-i-finished-my-sociology.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116444147985673800</id><published>2006-11-25T02:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T02:57:59.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All My Rowdy Friends Ignored Me TonightYesterday night I was indexing a tape from around this time in 2004, and for some reason I recorded Comedy Central's Last Laugh '04 special and there was an Ed Helms commercial I have never EVER seen. It was a month or so after America The Book came out and Ed Helms was showing us how America The Book can fit in a stocking. I was at Borders a month or so ago</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116444147985673800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116444147985673800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/11/all-my-rowdy-friends-ignored-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116435171237766435</id><published>2006-11-24T02:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T02:01:52.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Franklin Plaza Sign DeadThe Franklin Plaza Sign died last week during a windy weekend. It was a sign that had to be from the 1960's. The only pic I have of the sign right now are these, you can barely see it in the background.  (1, 2)I did take a pic of this sign with my film camera late this summer, but I haven't used up all the shots on the roll yet. I'm heartbroken over this sign getting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116435171237766435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116435171237766435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/11/franklin-plaza-sign-dead-franklin.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116416782721090778</id><published>2006-11-21T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T22:59:35.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oatmeal and OilI miss having Thanksgiving with just my parents.Whaa? I found this article on the local section of Yahoo:Norfolk teacher says she was punched outside schoolBy AMY JETER, The Virginian-Pilot © November 22, 2006 | Last updated 7:29 PM Nov. 21 NORFOLK — A young woman punched a teacher in the eye after a traffic mishap at the Granby High School campus Monday afternoon, according to the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116416782721090778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116416782721090778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/11/oatmeal-and-oil-i-miss-having.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116353449766383806</id><published>2006-11-14T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:01:37.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey, At Least I Didn't Shell Out $16 For Something From The Revlon Star Style Collection!  I went to the doctor yesterday for my ear that has been plugged up every day for a week, and has been sore every other day for a week. The doctor figured it was just sinus problems so he gave me some allergy medicine samples and a prescription for some medicine that was WAY too expensive. So I didn't get it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116353449766383806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116353449766383806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey-at-least-i-didnt-shell-out-16-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116330423554994847</id><published>2006-11-11T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:03:55.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eeen Italy We Don't Have Droopy Booby Lady On TVI just finished watching Sandra Lee's new hour long Thanksgiving special. Dear lord. I took notes!-Buttcakes-4 ”Layuve!”’s-The way too sexy voiceover in the introduction-Throwing out almost half an onion after half ass cutting a small portion of it-Wouldn’t it be easier to buy those pastry shells for the onion thingy?-“a wonderful [u]meld[/u] of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116330423554994847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116330423554994847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/11/eeen-italy-we-dont-have-droopy-booby.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116312063629155179</id><published>2006-11-09T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T20:03:56.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Mouse Is A Picky EaterI was cleaning out my closet a couple of weeks ago and I found that the mouse did not eat my paper bag chock full of packaging. (empty!)All of these with the exception of the Log Cabin (1987) and the Quik (1997) are from the early 2000's.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116312063629155179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116312063629155179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/11/mouse-is-picky-eater-i-was-cleaning.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116287236535435736</id><published>2006-11-05T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T23:06:05.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When Did 9 a.m. Become The Buttcrack Of Dawn?I made the mistake of staying up until 2 a.m. reading Allure &amp; Glamour magazine and Scarlett Johansson was on the cover of Allure (as seen in the photo I swiped from the website above) and I couldn't look at her. I know we're no longer fourteen year old kids who want to look like every "in" cleb., but I just got sad every time I even tried to read the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116287236535435736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116287236535435736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-did-9.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116261937963692042</id><published>2006-11-04T00:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T00:49:39.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> CAB-OOD-LES!  Today I got all my Bath &amp; Body Works sprays I have kept through the years and put them in a basket in my room. I used to always buy a new Bath &amp; Body works scent for my birthday or for Christmas when I was in high school up until 2004. Now its just whenever I'm at the mall (rarely). A couple of them are missing. Mom stole the Sweet Pea spray last year and I forgot that I had some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116261937963692042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116261937963692042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/11/cab-ood-les-today-i-got-all-my-bath.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116251985089466115</id><published>2006-11-02T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T21:10:50.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No, No Gracias(!) this timeTomorrow is Davetta Sherwood's last day on Y&amp;R playing Lily Winters.Tuesday, its back to Christel Khalil playing Lily.  That should be interesting...----Our Literature class was kinda sorta cancelled tonight because there was a lot of static in the Suffolk campus classroom (the class is taught via television, on Tuesdays our teacher is in Franklin, and on Thursdays he's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116251985089466115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116251985089466115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-no-gracias-this-time-tomorrow-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116249822717678650</id><published>2006-11-02T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T15:10:27.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It Was Probably Candy That Was Two Years Old AnywayToday, in Sociology class, we were starting the new chapter on deviance, and our teacher told us to write on a scrap piece of paper laws we've broken in the past, and the teacher read them out aloud. A lot of people wrote, "running red lights", "speeding", "drinking/smoking before 21/18", "drinking and driving", "stealing candy". This one guy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116249822717678650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116249822717678650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-was-probably-candy-that-was-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116243672975645626</id><published>2006-11-01T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:05:29.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mouse Gestures?Omg, you guys remember back when I used to post this TDS transcript like every Halloween? Even Stepvhen : HalloweenFrom 2000 aka, the BEST year of Daily Show. (when I was 17 and a super super super dooper TDS fan)And of course, a screen cap of Ed Helms trick or treating. I miss Ed every single day I think (yes, yes I know he's on The Office and yes yes I keep on forgetting to watch</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116243672975645626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116243672975645626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/11/mouse-gestures-omg-you-guys-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116226170597059816</id><published>2006-10-30T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T23:03:41.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Baba YentaI was looking for info on the Billy Joel song "The Downeaster 'Alexia'" on Wikipedia, and so I put it in the searchbox and I got this. How did they get Gary Dell'Abate from that?Speaking of Gary Dell'Abate, if you guys ever have the chance to see a hardcover copy of Howard Stern's Miss America read pages 198 to 219. OMG, comedy GOLD. Howard just goes on this huge tangent on his producer</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116226170597059816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116226170597059816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/10/baba-yenta-i-was-looking-for-info-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116217055000946960</id><published>2006-10-29T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T20:09:10.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Her Again?Ok, here is the picture post that I was so excited about. Yesterday dad and I went to Coliseum Mall so I could go to Lens Crafters because I needed new lens for my glasses.  So of course I took a ton of exterior photos. |  |  |  |  |  |  |  | Somebody drove into this KMart {and walked out of their car and tried on womens shoes--and this was a guy back in August and they still haven't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116217055000946960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116217055000946960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/10/her-again-ok-here-is-picture-post-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116214989866048523</id><published>2006-10-29T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T14:38:38.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ginger Ale And Powdered Whip Topping?  Ok, some of you know how much I hate Paula Deen now. Not as much as the Raytard, and she's not as fun to make fun of as Sandra Lee. But Paula has been off the deep end for quite some time now. She's crass, she cries at the end of almost every episode of Paula's Home Cooking, she makes unneeded sexual innuendoes, the list goes on and on. I mean check out the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116214989866048523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116214989866048523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/10/ginger-ale-and-powdered-whip-topping.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116183333527991444</id><published>2006-10-25T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T23:28:55.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back On SafariI just remembered this from years ago, we're talking about 1991 when I was seven years old.  My mom, half sister her two kids and I went to a large arts and crafts store (Pauls Arts &amp; Crafts, Hampton, VA). Now, near the doors of the store there were these huge, VERY tall potted plants. The clay vases for these (fake) plants were hmmm....about as large as a trashcan in most kitchens?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116183333527991444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116183333527991444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/10/back-on-safari-i-just-remembered-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116155493869044111</id><published>2006-10-22T18:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T18:08:58.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Search ... Box? Has That Always Been There?"If that ain't one of the crappiest browsers I've ever seen... and I'm not just saying this because I use an Apple. My dad kind of hinted around yesterday that my room was getting messy. So instead of working on my Christopher Smart paper today, I went to Wal Mart and bought some big plastic boxes and put my vhs tapes into. I was taking my Daily Show </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116155493869044111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116155493869044111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/10/search.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116146832727041753</id><published>2006-10-21T17:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T18:05:27.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitchen's Market Demolished Sign Closeup</title><summary type='text'>     Kitchen's Market Demolished Sign Closeup    Originally uploaded by Look In The Tunk. The purpose of this closed down store is now the newsstand. Three newspaper vending machines are still being used in front of the store. That's how I got this pic, dad parked here to get a Daily Press.Earlier photo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116146832727041753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116146832727041753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/10/kitchens-market-demolished-sign.html' title='Kitchen&apos;s Market Demolished Sign Closeup'/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116144733851949836</id><published>2006-10-21T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T12:15:38.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>His Exercise Was Walking To The Pubs  If any of you guys spend a lot of time scouring over the erm...those layout thingies at last.fm and you find a black iPod er, layout thingy that look as good as this one:tell me, please. I've found some black ones before in the past, but the text on them is all jarbled up. And I'm being really picky here, but not like a picture of an iPod Nano, I mean the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116144733851949836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116144733851949836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/10/his-exercise-was-walking-to-pubs-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116104561823994533</id><published>2006-10-16T20:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T20:40:18.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It Tastes Like Lichorice  I was so out of it today due to the Wal Mart brand DayQuil I took. When I was walking to my car to the school I felt like my feet were not touching the ground, and today in math class I was fixated on the sparkile finish that was on Shelton's wheelchair. I told him this after class (we were talking about our test, I didn't you know come up to Shelton and tell him this) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116104561823994533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116104561823994533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-tastes-like-lichorice-i-was-so-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116095077231858360</id><published>2006-10-15T18:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T18:19:32.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quite Simply, Journal SurveyI have to do a survey project for my Sociology class. I decided to do mine on journals, and how people use them. I need thirty people to do my survey. any takers? This file is in .doc form. It opens in Office for Windows and Mac, and I originally typed this up on TextEdit on a Mac. Just like edit the underscore into an "X" for the answer that best suits you, and send </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116095077231858360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116095077231858360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/10/quite-simply-journal-survey-i-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116087180631682307</id><published>2006-10-14T20:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:23:26.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I have a red, large plate."I think I am getting another ear infection just like the one I got way back in August of 2005. {Yes, I linked to the entire month of August because I felt like I had the ear infection for the whole month of August.} My ear began to bother me last night and I thought it was just my iPod earphones, so I put the little black paddings on the earphones, but then my right </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116087180631682307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116087180631682307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-have-red-large-plate.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116070821673790220</id><published>2006-10-12T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T22:56:56.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christopher Smart. He Was Insane. He Wrote A Poem About His Cat  Uh? Shepard Smith?My dad watches him in the afternoons, and it takes this guy like 20 minutes to even get through a sentence. I remember one of the first online friends I ever made way back in 2000; Sara used to have the biggest crush on him. Oh man, you guys remember when he ran over that woman in Florida during the election </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116070821673790220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116070821673790220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/10/christopher-smart.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116052732637881180</id><published>2006-10-10T20:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:42:38.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That of iPod BoreSo the iPod finally came this morning via Fed Ex. My L.L. Bean bag was not on the truck though. I kinda feel bad shelling out money like this, but I've been kinda sorta wanting one since they came out last year. This is how it was packaged. Very nicely I must say. Maddie &amp; David on my iPod! ---So, downtown Franklin is flooded (time sensitive link) due to the Nor'easter this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116052732637881180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116052732637881180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/10/that-of-ipod-bore-so-ipod-finally-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116026762686316785</id><published>2006-10-07T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T01:06:40.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Were The Crafters There The Night BeforeI was walking from the workforce development center to my car that was parked at the school and I saw this on the sidewalk. A bottle of glow in the dark Tulip paint.I "skipped" (with the teachers premission) Sociology class Thursday so I could go to a Student Support  Service event that dealt with etiquette at the workforce development center. When I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116026762686316785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116026762686316785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/10/were-crafters-there-night-before-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-116014716261251610</id><published>2006-10-04T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T11:06:02.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Would Not Call Those Comforter PhotosI used (the exceptionally loud--loud to the point where the lab guy shoots me a look, mindyourownbusiness) scanner at school to scan in an example of my English notes, and probably the reason why I got "D" on my test a couple of weeks ago. See. These are notes for Doctor Faustus by Marlowe.The Courtland library was giving away free copies of old Better Home </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116014716261251610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/116014716261251610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-would-not-call-those-comforter.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-115992626385355230</id><published>2006-10-03T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T21:44:23.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Attention Wal Mart ShoppersSo the Pell Grant refund finally got put in the bank today, and I decided to stop himming and hawwing over it and I bought a 30 gb refurb iPod for $175 (with tax it was $185). So that should come via Fed Ex in the next couple of days. I also ordered a Boat &amp; Tote bag from LL Bean so now I'm a 50 something empty nester who goes to Fresh Market to do her weekly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115992626385355230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115992626385355230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/10/attention-wal-mart-shoppers-so-pell.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-115976062563762622</id><published>2006-10-01T23:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T12:26:32.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They Had To Give Him A Check? Nobody Had Thirty Five Dollars?This has to be the best makeup product packaging ever. I'd never pay that much for it though.Oh, I made another .pdf of the muisc in my iTunes library. Hope the link works.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115976062563762622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115976062563762622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/10/they-had-to-give-him-check-nobody-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-115958075316893556</id><published>2006-09-29T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T21:45:53.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I'm The Kung Fu Hippie, From Gangsta' City!"I got my pell grant refund in the mail today. I know I should be finding ways to fix/get rid of the iBook, but I mean I still have one computer that has a brand sparkling new logic board in it (the eMac). So I've decided that one of the things I'm going to get (along with Microsoft Office 2004 Student edition for Mac) is a refurbished iPod. Until the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115958075316893556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115958075316893556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-kung-fu-hippie-from-gangsta-city-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-115958090301679876</id><published>2006-09-28T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T21:48:23.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ants On A LogSo the iBook is still dead. I thought I revived it when I got home by resetting the PMU, but nope. So I lugged the eMac in here tonight. And I'll lug it back in the dining room for my dad to use in the morning if he so desires ['cause you know he killed his HP last month]. YES I'm that addicted to using a computer at night. You're probably wondering, "but why didn't you just sit in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115958090301679876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115958090301679876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/09/ants-on-log-so-ibook-is-still-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-115940442173259432</id><published>2006-09-26T19:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T20:47:01.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Return Of The Return Of Bruno{Super Duper Big Version for easier readability}I cut these images from the newspaper (Daily Press, Hampton Roads, VA) about an article that ran in the life section about people who blab TMI too much and people who are chatterboxes. I also clipped out some helpful hints for myself.On the left, (9/24) I write about a funny incident with a can of fruit that reminded</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115940442173259432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115940442173259432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/09/return-of-return-of-bruno-super-duper.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-115922049163702014</id><published>2006-09-25T17:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T17:41:31.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Camino Doesn't Have Spellcheck, Safari Spoiled MeHow could I forget this peice of comedy gold? The other day I was opening a can of fruit with a pull off top (with the metal ring). I know, I know canned fruit is bad for you due to the syrup in it, I know. But at least I'm not putting canned fruit in recipies like some people. So I guess my hands were weak that day or something and I kept on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115922049163702014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115922049163702014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/09/camino-doesnt-have-spellcheck-safari.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-115913919447661591</id><published>2006-09-24T19:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T19:06:34.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange KMX (extra old sitting in a car for a year KMX!)</title><summary type='text'>     Orange KMX (extra old sitting in a car for a year KMX!)    Originally uploaded by Look In The Tunk. I found this old lunchbox in my car...its probably been in my car for over a year. When I opened it, I saw this can of KMX (Coke's energy drink that is long discontinued)  that I bought (already expired!) at Farm Fresh during the summer of 2005. SUMMER.OF.2005. Sweet christ.. I have the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115913919447661591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115913919447661591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/09/orange-kmx-extra-old-sitting-in-car.html' title='Orange KMX (extra old sitting in a car for a year KMX!)'/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-115894761321208998</id><published>2006-09-22T13:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T13:53:33.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Best In The West ... Hey, That Rhymes"Yesterday,    made a post about things that reminded her of fall, and I decided to do my list:Simply Asia Soup Bowls : I guess because I discovered these bowls at the Food Lion in Courtland around this time last year. We had just started to shop there that summer. I used to really enjoy the Miso Tofu flavor, but I got tired of it. I had a vegetable soup bowl</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115894761321208998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115894761321208998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/09/best-in-west.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-115879759457661281</id><published>2006-09-20T18:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T20:13:14.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is It Right To Buy A Chrysler?Bumwine.com!!!...I think Food Lion has all of these except for Cisco. And Ghettowine.com. Haha, check out the Cisco Blue Raspberry pic.I was watching Simpsons (Like Father Like Clown) and during the commercial some informal film about abusive parents and their orgins came on during and then it cut back to Simpsons a few minutes in. I almost bought a box of Crayolas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115879759457661281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115879759457661281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/09/is-it-right-to-buy-chrysler-bumwine.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-115879772271851756</id><published>2006-09-19T13:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T20:15:22.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stupid Internet HolidayI had the wierdest dream this morning. My mom, our dead dog; Bitsy and I went to this Dunkin Donuts -- but it was this Dunkin Donuts that was way out in the boonies (sorta like where we used to live). It was pretty much empty when we walked in there other than a couple of people at tables. I don't remember what I ordered, but I think mom was still at the counter and I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115879772271851756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115879772271851756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/09/stupid-internet-holiday-i-had-wierdest.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-115862729646902030</id><published>2006-09-18T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T20:54:56.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Toothpaste Wars of 1994 and 1995!Back in February of last year, I brought up the Great Fried Chicken War Of 1995. Yesterday, I was cataloging some tapes I made of 90's commercials (compiled from thirft store tapes, and people who donated vhs tapes to us at the library) yesterday and I realized that there were two other commercial wars in 1994, 1995 (most of the commercials on my tapes are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115862729646902030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115862729646902030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/09/toothpaste-wars-of-1994-and-1995-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-115846198161427044</id><published>2006-09-16T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T20:56:09.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>35 Minutes Spent On CrayonsHave you guys ever been to The Crayon Collectors Site? Oh, its some fun. Whoever did this site has like every Crayola box, and Crayola Crayon known to mankind. The other night I dreamed again about the So Big Crayons. {2} When I was six in 1990, either Bradlees or Service Mercandise (this may of been around the time Bradlees left the Hampton Roads area though) had a So </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115846198161427044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115846198161427044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/09/35-minutes-spent-on-crayons-have-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-115844010064231369</id><published>2006-09-16T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T16:55:00.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Like R.C.I had a dream like a couple of mornings ago that my eleventh grade creative writing teacher; Mr. DiCarlo was proofreading my paper I have to write for my (community college level) Literature class. I don't like having dreams about high school things.Has anybody noticed that Wal Mart is putting organic foods in their stores? That's a nice welcome change. Like they have Newman O's there.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115844010064231369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115844010064231369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-like-r.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-115843900617611826</id><published>2006-09-12T14:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T16:37:41.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uglier Than That Spotted iMacDear Apple:Thanks for ruining the iPod shuffle. Now it reminds me of that cheapcube mp3 player Wal Mart sells exclusively on their website. Thank God I boughht my Shuffle back in January.Your pal:Anita</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115843900617611826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115843900617611826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/09/uglier-than-that-spotted-imac-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-115802282298380107</id><published>2006-09-11T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T21:00:23.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cosby At 5:30, Family Ties at 6:00, and Cosby at 6:30Today, I got an early 90's tape box (a.k.a. commercial GOLD) in the mail from Kristin. And I watched it, and it was amusing. There was several episodes of Beverly Hills 90210 on the tape and you know....I have never sat through an episode of that show, like ever. I remember when I was in fourth grade, all the girls in my class watched that show</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115802282298380107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115802282298380107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/09/cosby-at-530-family-ties-at-600-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-115791469419778698</id><published>2006-09-10T14:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T14:58:14.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From 8/23&gt;&gt;That is one slow read [Beowulf]. I keep on wanting to put down my book and draw a funny cartoon rendition of Grendel. But for some silly reason I imagine Grendel being a fire breathing dinosaur instead of a dragon. &lt;&lt;The other night I finally sat down and made that drawing. It took about five minutes:Yesterday, the family piled up in dad's new car and we went to Coliseum Mall. Dad got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115791469419778698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115791469419778698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/09/from-823that-is-one-slow-read-beowulf.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-115765388438408549</id><published>2006-09-06T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T14:31:24.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last Clear Chance For Fantastic Savings?Oh, I didn't tell you guys about the dead kitten in front of our driveway this morning. I was pulling out of the driveway to go to school when I thought I saw you know, a dead skunk or raccoon in the road (which would have been sad too), but I made the mistake of looking at it dead in the eyes (no pun) and I saw that it was a dead kitten. I guess it was a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115765388438408549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115765388438408549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/09/last-clear-chance-for-fantastic.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-115750509765908127</id><published>2006-09-05T21:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T21:11:37.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Notebook To Bring To School</title><summary type='text'>     The Perfect Notebook To Bring To School    Originally uploaded by Look In The Tunk. I forgot how much I used the smaller Mead Five Star notebooks in my high school years until I went school suppily shopping for community college. In high school I'd use these for rough drafts for crappy stories I wrote, and to keep quotes and notes from my acquaintances in (I think we'd pass around the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115750509765908127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115750509765908127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/09/perfect-notebook-to-bring-to-school.html' title='The Perfect Notebook To Bring To School'/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-115746266672328889</id><published>2006-09-04T22:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T09:24:26.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've Never Seen a Pig In This Shape Before.Dr. Phil is looking for "fans of Scott Peterson". SWEAR.TO.GOD. Now that? That will be an interesting show! What would they say? "I support Scott because his wife was suffocating him?" Wha?Hopefully I'll be in school during all the "Dr. Phil House" eps. Please god, let me be in school those days so I can miss it!I watched some of the Dirty Jobs marathon </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115746266672328889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115746266672328889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/09/ive-never-seen-pig-in-this-shape.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-115729693255413974</id><published>2006-09-03T11:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T11:45:15.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simpsons {from englishkris}</title><summary type='text'>     The Simpsons    Originally uploaded by englishkris. Hey, first season Simpsons when they used "realistic clouds" in the opening. I miss that "in Stereo where available" thing they'd put under The Simpsons logo. They left that out of the dvd's. When I was little, I always imagined that's what Marge's handwriting would've looked like.Also from Kris:{I saved this on my photobucket. I hope she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115729693255413974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115729693255413974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/09/simpsons-from-englishkris.html' title='The Simpsons {from englishkris}'/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-115722189581111819</id><published>2006-09-02T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T14:31:35.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alarma de HumoWal Mart was crazy today (of course) and I was down the cleaner aisle trying to get air freshner. Every time I'm at wal mart this group of no good workers are just standing around (sometimes I see them doing work, I think they're shelf stockers) this aisle and they were all blocking the air freshner. Before I even tried to say "excuse me" one guy (this older white guy who was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115722189581111819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115722189581111819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/09/alarma-de-humo-wal-mart-was-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-115716679758225463</id><published>2006-09-01T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T23:13:17.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>These Scissors Can't Cut Butter Oh right, we had a Tropical Storm this morning. {The Naval Reporter who is not used to doing these kind of reports, uh reporting. He was telling us how he fell in the flood water and ruined his cell phone and then he talked to these immigrants in a truck and they didn't understand his questions.}All it did here was rain a lot and the wind blew some. No flooding, no</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115716679758225463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115716679758225463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/09/these-scissors-cant-cut-butter-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-115694058839743637</id><published>2006-08-30T08:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T08:23:08.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cameo By AlfalfaA couple of nights ago I was reading the commerical thread over at TWOP, and there was a thread entitled, "Commercials You Miss" and several posts were about this Easter time M&amp;M ad from the 80's:"Dating myself here, but one commercial I remember fondly from my childhood was an Easter commercial, which I think was for M&amp;M's. It showed closeups of kids with their Easter baskets, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115694058839743637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115694058839743637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/08/cameo-by-alfalfa-couple-of-nights-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-115671686953656737</id><published>2006-08-27T18:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T18:14:29.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"She Had The Strongest Sexual Drive Of Any Woman I Ever Met"*Well, a week in and I've already had a crying fit today. I'm going to put in a last ditch effort tomorrow to see if I can swap my Biology class with a PE class. I've been looking at the material and I can't do it. For one, like I said the other day, I can't understand the teacher. He has a very thick African accent and on top of my "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115671686953656737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115671686953656737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/08/she-had-strongest-sexual-drive-of-any.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-115669408941553378</id><published>2006-08-27T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T11:54:49.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No Printing Of Invations Here{This is from the other day (thursday), I didn't want to backdate it}"Sandra" didn't know what GOOGLE WAS. omgz. And she printed out all six billion pages of outlines for every chapter in our book. She's still in the computer lab with us, and this poor guy has been strung up for hours trying to help her. She didn't know what Blackboard was, she didn't know how to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115669408941553378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115669408941553378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-printing-of-invations-here-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-115669355874714840</id><published>2006-08-26T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T11:45:58.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ooh, Overactive Salivary Glands!Oh yeah, I did watch Daily Show the other night to watch Rob Corddry's sendoff. I figured this was appropriate since I remember way back in April of 2002 when Rob first appeared on TDS. {That's my favorite screen cap I made of Rob [from November of 2002]}Speaking of TDS, I randomly found this on the Wikipedia. Anybody remember Bob Wiltfong? He was on TDS off an on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115669355874714840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115669355874714840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/08/ooh-overactive-salivary-glands-oh-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-115638131428311236</id><published>2006-08-23T21:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T21:01:54.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Supermom Syndrome Anybody need a Public Speaking Book for thier upcoming Public Speaking class? I'm selling it for $35! Just a shot in the dark, I really want that $35, and like everybody at my school is on financial aid or they buy their books online so I have no buyers.I have to finish reading Beowulf (I got about 40 something pages left) by 4:45 tomorrow. That is one slow read. I keep on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115638131428311236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115638131428311236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/08/supermom-syndrome-anybody-need-public.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-115669397836546900</id><published>2006-08-22T11:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T11:52:58.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Summer At Paul D Camp....Wish I Was There Already.Oh god, this adult student (I would guess very late 20's/early 30's) walked into my Biology class this morning, and she reminded me of Sandra Lee so much (well, everything except for the cast around her ankle). Everything she was wearing matched. She was wearing this black and white blouse with white capri pants and girly black and white sandals..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115669397836546900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115669397836546900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/08/summer-at-paul-d-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-115627348857303996</id><published>2006-08-21T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T15:04:48.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>But I Think I'd Rather Put Paper In Plastic Than Take That Assessment Test AgainI gotta remind myself whenever I nitpick about my school schedule or worry that one of my classes is going to be "too hard" (my math [ohh did I bomb that assessment test today, but that was the whole purpose of the assesment test, to see how much you remembered, or my biology class) that its better than getting on the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115627348857303996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115627348857303996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/08/but-i-think-id-rather-put-paper-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-115627371112395446</id><published>2006-08-20T22:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T15:08:31.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2005, The Summer Of The Employee Discount. 2006, The Summer Of The Avoidant?The only thing I'm nervous about is making sure I get up in time tomorrow for my first day of classes. I have three (count em) three alarms set for 7:45. And I asked my dad if it he wasn't busy could he call me. I'm probably jinxing myself, but I'm not nervous about the actual classes because the classes I am taking, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115627371112395446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115627371112395446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/08/2005-summer-of-employee-discount.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-115609624877943762</id><published>2006-08-20T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T13:50:48.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're Not Shel SilversteinTime to play ketchup/catsup, I suppose.Friday, dad did something I never thought I'd ever see him do...he bought himself a used car. I stress that he went to a dealership and bought a vehicle. He didn't pull over to somebody's yard and look and buy an old truck/old car like he's been doing for almost 20 years whenever he needed/wanted another vehicle. My dad hasn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115609624877943762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115609624877943762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/08/youre-not-shel-silverstein-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-115569983844937064</id><published>2006-08-15T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T23:43:58.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Deacon! Wearing Glasses!Seriously, what the hell is Arli$$? It comes on before my precious Cheap Seats every night on ESPN Classic. I always turn on the TV about five minutes before Cheap Seats starts, and that show is on. Like what the hell is going on with it? Some guy in glasses...helping out athletes? I know he's a sports manager...and that's pretty it? And Sandra Oh wears a different </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115569983844937064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115569983844937064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/08/deacon-wearing-glasses-seriously-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-115569991818049801</id><published>2006-08-15T20:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T23:45:18.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Apparently The Plan Is To Put Pomegranate Into EverythingWe need a new laundry basket, bad.  It's a Rubbermaid and the handles are all torn up. And we didn't even get this thing new! Mom bought it at the .... thirft store (who gives a laundry basket away to the thrift store?!) when I was like 10-ish, 11-ish. It real uncomfortable to pick up now with the handles all torn. I tried duct-taping </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115569991818049801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115569991818049801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-apparently-plan-is-to-put.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-115558688836132295</id><published>2006-08-14T16:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T16:21:28.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And You Know What That Band's Name Would Be : The Love ShackI hate admitting this, but things are kinda slow when mom is not around. She left for Alaska yesterday and today has just been really ... really ... slow. I'm training myself to wake up at 8 a.m. every morning to I can get back into my school routine since classes start next week. And the other reason why I got up at 8 a.m. was because I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115558688836132295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115558688836132295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-you-know-what-that-bands-name.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-115541770748795245</id><published>2006-08-12T17:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T17:21:47.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I'm Al Jean, The Show Runner For This Episode"You know, one of my favorite episodes of Simpsons has to be the one with the teacher's strike. I mean:Lisa dissecting her raincoatLisa's "teacher strike kit" with a photo of Mrs. Hoover (or was it a picture of the school?) and an audio recording of Mrs. Hoover and the last few seconds is just Mrs. Hoover just saying, "is that gum? Is that gum?"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115541770748795245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115541770748795245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-al-jean-show-runner-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746444.post-115515669365427731</id><published>2006-08-09T16:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T16:51:33.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You're A Hooch Because You Don't Like Watching Movies!"*You know, I'm just going to lay it out here. I don't like watching movies. After I watch a movie, I'm like, "well, that's two hours of my life I'm never getting back."  I'm like this about movies I love too. Most of the time I just watch like the first 30-45 minutes of a movie now in my DVD collection and put it back on the shelf. I try to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115515669365427731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746444/posts/default/115515669365427731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryappleton.blogspot.com/2006/08/youre-hooch-because-you-dont-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Anita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03110320888101454580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/119050795_38a3833663_s.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
