<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954052356958621952</id><updated>2009-09-01T11:51:47.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Minutes Late</title><subtitle type='html'>The things that come to those who wait
may be the things left over from those who got there first.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>15minL8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730244755398402363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954052356958621952.post-3852661110362715291</id><published>2009-04-28T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T07:49:18.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review : Yes Man</title><content type='html'>I watched Yes Man last night.  I redboxed it and was expecting something lighthearted and funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It SUCKED.   It was very stupid and not funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954052356958621952-3852661110362715291?l=15minuteslate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/feeds/3852661110362715291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954052356958621952&amp;postID=3852661110362715291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/3852661110362715291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/3852661110362715291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/2009/04/movie-review-yes-man.html' title='Movie Review : Yes Man'/><author><name>15minL8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730244755398402363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10323398586836903648'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954052356958621952.post-6508024859779948080</id><published>2009-04-26T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:46:20.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New garage sale blog</title><content type='html'>Now that garage sale season is here, I've decdied to keep a blog documenting my trips this year.  I had the WORST ever find yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out: &lt;a href="http://garagesalegossip.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://garagesalegossip.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954052356958621952-6508024859779948080?l=15minuteslate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/feeds/6508024859779948080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954052356958621952&amp;postID=6508024859779948080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/6508024859779948080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/6508024859779948080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-garage-sale-blog.html' title='New garage sale blog'/><author><name>15minL8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730244755398402363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10323398586836903648'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954052356958621952.post-4909238492283819882</id><published>2009-04-22T09:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T09:04:52.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie revew- "I've Loved You So Long"</title><content type='html'>"I've Loved You So Long" is a French movie with subtitles.  I was sooo looking forward to this movie as I had seen the previews and thought it would be a real tear-jerker, which I enjoy once in awhile.  Here is my review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954052356958621952-4909238492283819882?l=15minuteslate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/feeds/4909238492283819882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954052356958621952&amp;postID=4909238492283819882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/4909238492283819882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/4909238492283819882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/2009/04/movie-revew-ive-loved-you-so-long.html' title='Movie revew- &quot;I&apos;ve Loved You So Long&quot;'/><author><name>15minL8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730244755398402363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10323398586836903648'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954052356958621952.post-694653517977188128</id><published>2009-04-21T12:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:16:05.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smell this.</title><content type='html'>So, if you know me, you are aware that I have extreme senstivity to smell. I can be in my driveway and smell that the milk is bad in my refrigerator.  This ability can be a gift..... good smells are absolutely life changing... and it can be a curse.  The smell of dog shit is absolute torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plane ride back from Arizona yesterday a lady a few rows back did not change her child's dirty diaper for the entire ride.  When I say dirty, I mean DIRTY ICKY #2.  The child was probably 2 years old, so we are talking really disgusting smell here. She actually apologized to the people next to her.  "Sorry for the poop smell".  Are you kidding me?  I wanted to jump out of the plane.  I had to hold my shirt over my nose for 3 hours.  When we arrived at the airport, I thought surely she would RUN to the restroom and change her daughter ... nope... I saw her at baggage claim right away.  What the hell?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954052356958621952-694653517977188128?l=15minuteslate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/feeds/694653517977188128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954052356958621952&amp;postID=694653517977188128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/694653517977188128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/694653517977188128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/2009/04/smell-this.html' title='Smell this.'/><author><name>15minL8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730244755398402363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10323398586836903648'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954052356958621952.post-1615565648602979134</id><published>2008-09-29T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T13:18:15.171-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;school pictures&quot;'/><title type='text'>School pictures...</title><content type='html'>Today is picture day at school.  My son is in 6th grade and it is his last year at elementary school. We were talking last night about school pictures and he and his sister started making silly faces and joking that they would do a silly face instead of smile this year.  Weren't they shocked when I told them to do it!  Their jaws dropped to the ground!  School pics at our house have always turned out not-so-good... a weird smile, hair uncombed, eyes half-shut... you know..something that just isn't flattering, so I stuff one in the school album and throw the rest away.  I take hundreds of pics of my kids every year, (don't we all) so not using school pics is not big deal to me.... so why not have fun!  How COOL will it be in the school yearbook if my son has a really funny picture (on purpose this time!)  I even wrote a note for him that said, "My son has permission not to smile for school pics, in fat he can make any face he wants".  I made a note for my daughter too, but I don't think she will go thourgh with it... my  son.  Oh yeah.  I can't wait to hear all about it this afternoon when I pick him up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954052356958621952-1615565648602979134?l=15minuteslate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/feeds/1615565648602979134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954052356958621952&amp;postID=1615565648602979134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/1615565648602979134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/1615565648602979134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/2008/09/school-pictures.html' title='School pictures...'/><author><name>15minL8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730244755398402363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10323398586836903648'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954052356958621952.post-7778526111884456777</id><published>2008-09-26T10:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T10:56:24.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally a GOOD movie.... Miss Potter</title><content type='html'>I watched "Miss Potter" last night.  It is about the life of Beatrix Potter.  It was a refreshing film.  There were a couple of parts where it moved along slowly, but keep with it.  A film definately for the ladies.  I highly recommend it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954052356958621952-7778526111884456777?l=15minuteslate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/feeds/7778526111884456777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954052356958621952&amp;postID=7778526111884456777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/7778526111884456777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/7778526111884456777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally-good-movie-miss-potter.html' title='Finally a GOOD movie.... Miss Potter'/><author><name>15minL8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730244755398402363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10323398586836903648'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954052356958621952.post-8129781403635389386</id><published>2008-09-21T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T14:25:16.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Mama review</title><content type='html'>You know, companies offer money back guarantees on most everything... just keep your receipt and submit it to the company and they will send your money back.  I want the same courtesy for movies. I rented "Baby Mama" yeseterday and I want a refund.  It was one of the stupidist, most predicatable movies I have ever seen.  In fact, not only do I want the money I spent on the rental, I want to be reimbursed for my time.  Two hours wages please.  And an apology letter for wasting my time.  And a promise that they will not make a sequel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954052356958621952-8129781403635389386?l=15minuteslate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/feeds/8129781403635389386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954052356958621952&amp;postID=8129781403635389386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/8129781403635389386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/8129781403635389386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/2008/09/baby-mama-review.html' title='Baby Mama review'/><author><name>15minL8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730244755398402363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10323398586836903648'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954052356958621952.post-3349485415533387270</id><published>2008-08-14T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T14:14:49.254-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;alvin and the chipmunks&quot;'/><title type='text'>Alvin and the Chipmunks</title><content type='html'>What is the deal with Alvin and the Chipmunks?  My 9 year loves the movie so much, I just don't get it.  A friend got her the soundtrack for her birthday.  Listening to "funkytown" by Alvin and the Chipmunks makes me want to throw myself off a cliff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954052356958621952-3349485415533387270?l=15minuteslate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/feeds/3349485415533387270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954052356958621952&amp;postID=3349485415533387270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/3349485415533387270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/3349485415533387270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/2008/08/alvin-and-chipmunks.html' title='Alvin and the Chipmunks'/><author><name>15minL8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730244755398402363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10323398586836903648'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954052356958621952.post-6843291572257846488</id><published>2008-07-18T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T18:33:10.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello from Chicago</title><content type='html'>I am on a business trip in Chicago for the next few days. Here are my observations about Chicago thus far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women in Chicago dress up to go to Target.  Tight dresses and strappy heels. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;The ranch salad dressing in Chicago is nothing like the ranch dressing I am used to in the NW.&lt;br /&gt;This city kind of smells. Every time I go outside it has a "not so fresh" smell.&lt;br /&gt;City landscaping is beautiful.  Flowers, flowers everywhere.  I am very impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More observations to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954052356958621952-6843291572257846488?l=15minuteslate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/feeds/6843291572257846488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954052356958621952&amp;postID=6843291572257846488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/6843291572257846488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/6843291572257846488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-from-chicago.html' title='Hello from Chicago'/><author><name>15minL8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730244755398402363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10323398586836903648'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954052356958621952.post-135495709060035084</id><published>2008-07-09T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T12:23:41.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF? My cat just crapped on the floor</title><content type='html'>Okay, so we got a new kitten. I made the mistake of taking my daughter to the vet's office when I was picking up dog food. Well, they had free kittens and you know what happened next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we bring home this tiny 5 week old kitten. Black. Really cute. My husband was really pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyways, this morning I am combing my hair and this kitten is running all around the bathroom mewing her head off... she's never done that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt;. Then, in the middle of the floor, she takes a huge dump. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;????!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidently, she doesn't like the new litter I bought last night.... it is a bit like sawdust. Very unlike the gravelly litter that I usually buy (because it is cheap). I bought this new stuff because it doesn't have the nasty cat litter plume of toxic dust that you inhale when changing the box. It is green. Not really the color green, but you know, environmentally gentle on the earth. You get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That little bitch is going to have to get used to it because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. I am never picking up cat shit off the floor again.&lt;br /&gt;B. I am never inhaling cat litter dust again.&lt;br /&gt;C. I will return her ass to the vet. (Not really, but she doesn't know that.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954052356958621952-135495709060035084?l=15minuteslate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/feeds/135495709060035084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954052356958621952&amp;postID=135495709060035084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/135495709060035084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/135495709060035084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/2008/07/wtf-my-cat-just-crapped-on-floor.html' title='WTF? My cat just crapped on the floor'/><author><name>15minL8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730244755398402363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10323398586836903648'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954052356958621952.post-120995206073596520</id><published>2008-04-08T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T16:10:53.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vcr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring cleaning'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My  son got off the bus today with a vcr.  Not just a vcr, but a huge, clunky, heavy vcr from the 70s.  It weighs about 50 lbs.  Evidently, one of the teachers was going to throw it out and asked if my son wanted it.  Of course he said yes.  It took two kids to help him get it on the bus.  He was so pleased with himself as they approached my truck after getting off the bus.  After he opened the truck door, he realized he had made a bad decision as I yelled, "What the hell are you doing?!?!?!" The buddies that helped him carry the vcr to my truck quickly disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, last month, this same child brought homea 1950's barrel vacuum from school.  It is also, big, clunky and worthless. Apparently the school is doing some spring cleaning and my son is taking home all of their old shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it quite clear today that if he brings home one more piece of junk from school, I will rip his arms off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954052356958621952-120995206073596520?l=15minuteslate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/feeds/120995206073596520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954052356958621952&amp;postID=120995206073596520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/120995206073596520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/120995206073596520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-my-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>15minL8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730244755398402363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10323398586836903648'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954052356958621952.post-6429622297499469926</id><published>2008-03-31T07:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T08:02:42.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mastiff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American mastiff'/><title type='text'>Mastiff + Chicken broth</title><content type='html'>Last night I gave my mastiff a can of chicken broth.  This morning, she has enough gas to float the Hindenburg.  It is putrid, rancid and everything foul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is seriously smelly.  Like, gag smelly.  Like, "run out of the room swearing" smelly.  I have a hand towel next to my keyboard so I can throw it over my nose during the next episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my hell I should call in sick.  I feel sick now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the room and came back. It still smells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954052356958621952-6429622297499469926?l=15minuteslate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/feeds/6429622297499469926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954052356958621952&amp;postID=6429622297499469926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/6429622297499469926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/6429622297499469926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/2008/03/mastiff-chicken-broth-bad-bad-bad.html' title='Mastiff + Chicken broth'/><author><name>15minL8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730244755398402363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10323398586836903648'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954052356958621952.post-7111609375221191567</id><published>2008-03-29T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T13:07:08.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad movie.  Bad, bad movie.</title><content type='html'>I watched "Death at a Funeral" last night.  I saw the preview and coulldn't wait to get it.  It sucked.  Bad.  All of the funny bits were shown in the preview.  Predictable.  Waste of time.  Now I can't find the little white Netflix holder that it came in so I am spending even more time on this stupid movie.  WAH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954052356958621952-7111609375221191567?l=15minuteslate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/feeds/7111609375221191567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954052356958621952&amp;postID=7111609375221191567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/7111609375221191567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/7111609375221191567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/2008/03/bad-movie-bad-bad-movie.html' title='Bad movie.  Bad, bad movie.'/><author><name>15minL8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730244755398402363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10323398586836903648'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954052356958621952.post-8434438234253431108</id><published>2008-03-13T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T09:24:57.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this happy little song.</title><content type='html'>Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming.&lt;br /&gt;Just keep swimming,&lt;br /&gt;swimming,&lt;br /&gt;swimming.&lt;br /&gt;What do we do? We swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dory- Finding Nemo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954052356958621952-8434438234253431108?l=15minuteslate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/feeds/8434438234253431108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954052356958621952&amp;postID=8434438234253431108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/8434438234253431108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/8434438234253431108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-love-this-happy-little-song.html' title='I love this happy little song.'/><author><name>15minL8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730244755398402363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10323398586836903648'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954052356958621952.post-3457381473456304490</id><published>2008-02-27T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T16:20:06.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool new virtual world for kids</title><content type='html'>I review websites for a living.  Recently I reviewed a bunch of "virtual world" sites for kids.  It was a fun and interesting project.  Today's new find is &lt;a href="http://www.weeworld.com/"&gt;www.weeworld.com&lt;/a&gt;.  I just finished making my character.  I swear, tasks like personalizing a virtual character can take me hours.  I have to have everything "just so".... I haven't explored anything besides the character yet, but I will post later on what I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other sites I have reviewed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MinyonWorld: &lt;a href="http://www.minyonworld.com/"&gt;www.minyonworld.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop Tropica: &lt;a href="http://www.poptropica.com/"&gt;www.poptropica.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.everythinggirl.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Webkinz: &lt;a href="http://www.webkinz.com/"&gt;http://www.webkinz.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Club Penguin: &lt;a href="http://www.clubpenguin.com/"&gt;http://www.clubpenguin.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbie Girls: &lt;a href="http://www.barbiegirls.com/"&gt;http://www.barbiegirls.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty Girls: &lt;a href="http://www.tygirlz.com/"&gt;http://www.tygirlz.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ePets: &lt;a href="http://www.myepets.com/"&gt;http://www.myepets.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PollyPocket: &lt;a href="http://pollypocket.everythinggirl.com/"&gt;http://pollypocket.everythinggirl.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EverythingGirl:  &lt;a href="http://www.everythinggirl.com/"&gt;http://www.everythinggirl.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build A Bear: &lt;a href="http://ww.buildabearville.com/"&gt;http://ww.buildabearville.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Webkinz is the only one that keeps my interest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954052356958621952-3457381473456304490?l=15minuteslate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/feeds/3457381473456304490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954052356958621952&amp;postID=3457381473456304490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/3457381473456304490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/3457381473456304490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/2008/02/cool-new-virtual-world-for-kids.html' title='Cool new virtual world for kids'/><author><name>15minL8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730244755398402363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10323398586836903648'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954052356958621952.post-6629267648885805552</id><published>2008-02-26T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T15:37:37.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were kidnapped...</title><content type='html'>I listen to Mark and Brian every morning on the radio. They asked "If you were kidnapped, which tv/movie character would you have rescue you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two come to mind:  Jason Bourne and Jack Bauer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to go with Jason Bourne.... he is way hotter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954052356958621952-6629267648885805552?l=15minuteslate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/feeds/6629267648885805552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954052356958621952&amp;postID=6629267648885805552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/6629267648885805552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/6629267648885805552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-i-were-kidnapped.html' title='If I were kidnapped...'/><author><name>15minL8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730244755398402363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10323398586836903648'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954052356958621952.post-8253587168611759478</id><published>2008-02-24T09:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T09:32:57.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>drunk driver does damage to my property last night</title><content type='html'>Lovely.  A drunk (we suspect) driver ran off the road and into our yard sometime in the middle of the night.  The tracks clearly show where he/she left the street and tried to get out of our yard two or three different ways ( and failed).  Our property sits below the road, and their vehicle would not make it back up the hill,  evident by the huge ruts they left in their attempts to flee.  It was a small car, probably a Honda civic.  They also left lovely tracks in the lawn, tore out 4 bushes and drove over both of my raised vegetable beds, breaking them.  Who knows what they did to the irrigation.  They missed a utility pole by about 6 inches.  I have big boulders all around my yard and they missed those too.  Too bad, it would have been nice had they bumped into one of those.  I estimate the damage to be about $500 which is exactly the amount of my deductible.  How crappy is that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954052356958621952-8253587168611759478?l=15minuteslate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/feeds/8253587168611759478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954052356958621952&amp;postID=8253587168611759478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/8253587168611759478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/8253587168611759478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/2008/02/drunk-driver-does-damage-to-my-property.html' title='drunk driver does damage to my property last night'/><author><name>15minL8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730244755398402363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10323398586836903648'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954052356958621952.post-4340156653195904145</id><published>2008-02-23T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T18:30:11.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ribbon Ring update</title><content type='html'>Just getting ready for the Ck convention.   I can't believe how expensive it is to have a table at the convention.  WOW!  I am really anxious, excited and terrified at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been really hard to advertise my product.  I don't have a big marketing budget... umm... well, I don't have any marketing budget.  I took out a teensy-weesy ad in Creating Keepsakes &amp;amp; a couple of the other scrapbooking magazines with my family's vacation money.   So, I am hoping to be able to repay that and then actually go on vacation one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news: Several stores have started carrying Ribon Ring.  I have several stores in the US.  Plus I have a store in the UK, Canada and Australia too.  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone would like a sample Ribbon Ring tag, please email me.  I am soo happy to send one out.  If you are a blogger and would like to review my product on your website, again, contact me and I will send you free ribbon ring tags to review.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954052356958621952-4340156653195904145?l=15minuteslate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/feeds/4340156653195904145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954052356958621952&amp;postID=4340156653195904145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/4340156653195904145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/4340156653195904145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/2008/02/ribbon-ring-update.html' title='Ribbon Ring update'/><author><name>15minL8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730244755398402363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10323398586836903648'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954052356958621952.post-8382572301692797450</id><published>2008-02-04T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T13:20:46.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people are idiots.</title><content type='html'>I called the billing dept. at the hospital today.  A recent "urgent" care visit was billed as an emergency visit and that makes a big difference in my co-pay.  I called to get it straightened out and got an idiot.  She said that the doctor codes the patient's chart, the charts get coded into the system and there is nothing she can do.  She suggested I call the doctor or one of the nurses in the ER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding me?  She expects me to call the ER to get a billing problem straightened out??!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954052356958621952-8382572301692797450?l=15minuteslate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/feeds/8382572301692797450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954052356958621952&amp;postID=8382572301692797450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/8382572301692797450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/8382572301692797450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/2008/02/some-people-are-idiots.html' title='Some people are idiots.'/><author><name>15minL8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730244755398402363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10323398586836903648'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954052356958621952.post-9162744963509354839</id><published>2008-01-22T16:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T16:11:53.784-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emmys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grammys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='award shows'/><title type='text'>Who give a crap about award shows?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Emmys. Grammys. Tonys. Academy Awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sure millions of dollars go into the production of these televised red-carpet events and for what?  So entertainers can be recognized for their achievements.  Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is something really pathetic about this concept.  Aren't the entertainers rewarded with the millions of dollars they receive in their paycheck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why don't we have televised shows rewarding people who have made real achievements.. inventors, teachers, heroic acts, things of that nature... people who have made their community a better place.  That's reality tv in a good way!  I think you need to have someone really fun as a host, but seriously, let's start rewarding those who need recognizing.  Real people who have made a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe Joe Fireman won't look as sexy in a $10,000 Armani gown and that will turn people off.  Get over it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a friend who loves to watch the awards show because of the gowns.  I asked how she felt after watching the show.  Like, do you feel good as a woman after watching a size 0 actresses who just spent 4 hours having her hair done and 2 hours getting her make-up done and 2 hours getting dressed by professionals strut her stuff down the red carpet while commentators talk about ther outfit and hair? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think it is a ridiculous waste of time and money and we need to change it into something positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954052356958621952-9162744963509354839?l=15minuteslate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/feeds/9162744963509354839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954052356958621952&amp;postID=9162744963509354839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/9162744963509354839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/9162744963509354839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/2008/01/who-give-crap-about-award-shows_22.html' title='Who give a crap about award shows?'/><author><name>15minL8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730244755398402363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10323398586836903648'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954052356958621952.post-7516571450084837282</id><published>2008-01-12T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T19:59:39.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New color!</title><content type='html'>I was sorting out the bath bombs I got for xmas and my 8 year old daughter commented that she especially liked the color of one of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: This is such a cool color of nen.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?&lt;br /&gt;Her: I like then nen one.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nen?&lt;br /&gt;Her:  Nen.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What is nen?&lt;br /&gt;Her: You know the color nen.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't know what you are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Her: Nen.  It is spelled N-E-O-N.  Nen.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Oh, NEON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954052356958621952-7516571450084837282?l=15minuteslate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/feeds/7516571450084837282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954052356958621952&amp;postID=7516571450084837282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/7516571450084837282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/7516571450084837282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-color.html' title='New color!'/><author><name>15minL8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730244755398402363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10323398586836903648'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954052356958621952.post-3699624830982737113</id><published>2008-01-11T15:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T15:18:37.109-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;old yeller&quot;'/><title type='text'>Old Yeller</title><content type='html'>I remember reading Old Yeller in 5th grade. I bawled and bawled. It was one of the first books that really touched me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my 11 year old son just finished reading Old Yeller last night. I knew he was close to the end, so I wanted to talk to him about it. He is a sensitive, sweet guy and I thought the book might affect him the same way it did me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Did you finish Old Yeller?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Did you like it?&lt;br /&gt;Him: It was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Did you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Why would I cry?&lt;br /&gt;Me: DID YOU READ THE ENDING? (My eyes are welling up)&lt;br /&gt;Him: You mean the part where he had to shoot his dog?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, that is the part I am talking about! Did it make you sad?&lt;br /&gt;Him: No.  I love this cool spiderman action figure I got for christmas. He rocks!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Devasted)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954052356958621952-3699624830982737113?l=15minuteslate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/feeds/3699624830982737113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954052356958621952&amp;postID=3699624830982737113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/3699624830982737113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/3699624830982737113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/2008/01/old-yeller.html' title='Old Yeller'/><author><name>15minL8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730244755398402363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10323398586836903648'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954052356958621952.post-8978463056929629666</id><published>2008-01-02T16:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T16:22:35.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New low---- Mother of All Pageants</title><content type='html'>Holy crap. I have hit a new low. I am watching "Mother of All Pageants". It is a mother/daughter beauty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pageant&lt;/span&gt; reality show. It is beyond absurd. The mother/daughter teams are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;. The tasks they perform are ridiculous. It is an insult to my eyeballs...yet I watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first show, each mother/daughter team had to pick a team name. One team named themselves: "Silent but deadly". What the hell????? Why didn't they just name themselves "farts". Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I am looking forward to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tonite's&lt;/span&gt; episode. I am sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954052356958621952-8978463056929629666?l=15minuteslate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/feeds/8978463056929629666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954052356958621952&amp;postID=8978463056929629666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/8978463056929629666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/8978463056929629666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-low-mother-of-all-pageants.html' title='New low---- Mother of All Pageants'/><author><name>15minL8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730244755398402363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10323398586836903648'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954052356958621952.post-4621226145082232283</id><published>2007-12-21T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T12:00:30.430-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;pacific northwest&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;tim gunn&quot;'/><title type='text'>I need a sister. Or Tim Gunn.</title><content type='html'>Does anyone else love Tim Gunn?  I so need to go shopping with him.  Although I think he would need to visit me and stay a few days in my neighborhood to get acclimated to a non-fashion climate.  I live in the Pacific NW and let's just say we are not fashion-forward.  I like it that way.  If I walked down the street in a black dress and heels, people would think I am a hooker or going to a funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fleece is big here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am more of a turtleneck and jeans kind of gal, but I am sure Tim could help me pick colors that are complimentary and jeans that look good on my body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a sister... or Tim Gunn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954052356958621952-4621226145082232283?l=15minuteslate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/feeds/4621226145082232283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954052356958621952&amp;postID=4621226145082232283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/4621226145082232283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/4621226145082232283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-need-sister-or-tim-gunn.html' title='I need a sister. Or Tim Gunn.'/><author><name>15minL8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730244755398402363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10323398586836903648'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954052356958621952.post-9132940419706927351</id><published>2007-10-08T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T16:23:02.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;ribbon storage&quot; &quot;ribbon ring&quot; ribbon organizer scrapbook scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Ribbon storage anyone?</title><content type='html'>I have been spending so much time inventing a new product that I forgot to write in my blog. I had this fantastic idea of how to store scrapbooking ribbon and so I took the risk and had it manufactured. What a scary process. Scary and exciting at the same time. Check out my website: &lt;a href="http://www.ribbonring.com/"&gt;http://www.ribbonring.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7954052356958621952-9132940419706927351?l=15minuteslate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/feeds/9132940419706927351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7954052356958621952&amp;postID=9132940419706927351' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/9132940419706927351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7954052356958621952/posts/default/9132940419706927351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minuteslate.blogspot.com/2007/10/ribbon-storage-anyone.html' title='Ribbon storage anyone?'/><author><name>15minL8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09730244755398402363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10323398586836903648'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry></feed>