tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-354088942024-02-28T14:43:23.888-08:00Queen of the Giggle LoopQueen of the Giggle Loophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07898760820402438209noreply@blogger.comBlogger220125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35408894.post-33452618482366457162012-02-10T09:27:00.000-08:002012-02-13T19:48:22.479-08:00New blogsHey y'all.<div><br /></div><div>Just in case I still have a few followers on this place I wanted to let you know I have a couple new blogs that I will be updating far more than this one. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://rantraveandrelish.tumblr.com/">http://rantraveandrelish.tumblr.com/</a> </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://communicatingwiththeoppositesex.tumblr.com/">http://communicatingwiththeoppositesex.tumblr.com/</a> </div><div><br /></div><div>Enjoy!</div>Queen of the Giggle Loophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07898760820402438209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35408894.post-91758139577845320652010-06-15T22:00:00.000-07:002010-06-15T22:02:24.726-07:00Blood, sweat and tears. An evening at Big Pink.<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Me (after weeping during an episode of McLoed’s Daughters):<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>What is wrong with me?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I’m pretty sure I’m the biggest crybaby ever!</p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">Bridgette:<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>No you’re not.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Sean was making fun of me last weekend when a tear ran down my face during Shrek.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Shrek-in 3D.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Apparently the 3D glasses didn’t hide the tears.</p>Queen of the Giggle Loophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07898760820402438209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35408894.post-29236631285839816732010-05-12T15:52:00.000-07:002010-05-12T16:41:57.309-07:00Glee<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-family:"Georgia","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-Times New Roman";font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">I have mixed feelings about Glee. I like the music and they have some great one liners, but all the drama between the characters is at times frustrating. And maybe that's because a lot of the drama is too closely related to current drama in my life and no I'm not pregnant or am I faking a pregnancy. </span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-family:"Georgia","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-Times New Roman";font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">How come singles wards have to be as dramatic as high school? Who care if you're popular or who's dating each other! Grrr...I sometimes feel like Josie in Never Been Kissed-aren't I too old for this? Why are you gossiping like a school girl and acting like you're 16? </span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-family:"Georgia","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-Times New Roman";font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Anyway, back to the show.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-family:"Georgia","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-Times New Roman";font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Like in last night's episode entitled "Laryngitis", Rachel gets laryngitis and is afraid she be permanently scarred and will never sing again. For those of you that don't know, too bad and for those of you that do, this was a hard one to watch. </span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-family:"Georgia","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-Times New Roman";font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">But.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-family:"Georgia","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-Times New Roman";font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">The silver lining in the episode was that it was heavily Rachel-Finn related. Rachel reminds me of myself, except way less annoying, not as pretty or as chesty-but she does remind me of my high school self in that sense. And I like Finn, even though at times I want to strangle him for being such an idiot, but right now he's not being an idiot. He wants Rachel back and he's </span></span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">trying </span></span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">and you know it'll work eventually-she's in love with him. Anyway, he sang this song to her in the episode. Not normally my cup of tea. I'm not a super fan of the song, but right now I'm totally feeling it.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></div><div><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NiuTEE-KCIA&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NiuTEE-KCIA&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></div>Queen of the Giggle Loophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07898760820402438209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35408894.post-82850609714184985402010-05-09T19:19:00.000-07:002010-05-09T20:06:29.312-07:00Mother’s Day the Pearce Family Way<div style="text-align: center;">First, a lot of this:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE_7tYMs9OqVqgSv59NMZvlsHb8brp20Znv5a2u5-XlCDLPaq4KdouGk2Vocgv_G1eFTe9x-_JQOQ6UOhSqcVuRDaUe9hXV4qPc7Gh791dP5XQwrNWZntEnQGGbWR_8gP95RGB2g/s1600/eating-disorder.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE_7tYMs9OqVqgSv59NMZvlsHb8brp20Znv5a2u5-XlCDLPaq4KdouGk2Vocgv_G1eFTe9x-_JQOQ6UOhSqcVuRDaUe9hXV4qPc7Gh791dP5XQwrNWZntEnQGGbWR_8gP95RGB2g/s320/eating-disorder.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469461110701283026" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Then some face time with one of these:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkyZkn3Sr5Y_TWYbxX1JvWEt6zy1VwfEuzAHtg4o_N3OnaAyZ88hQ-32IjfVXy0Atub3b3OCHUDCI_E84b2XHCZERLVNM3MAJP-WDcG_EatipuCnAdsJ6Lho-L_VSjG54GB7QeBg/s1600/467825309_3554b8a2b8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkyZkn3Sr5Y_TWYbxX1JvWEt6zy1VwfEuzAHtg4o_N3OnaAyZ88hQ-32IjfVXy0Atub3b3OCHUDCI_E84b2XHCZERLVNM3MAJP-WDcG_EatipuCnAdsJ6Lho-L_VSjG54GB7QeBg/s320/467825309_3554b8a2b8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469463546376493634" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Watched a few movie trailers, including:</div><div style="text-align: center;">The good, the bad, and the weird-which actually looks kind of good; and<object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zjm9gAjgRuU&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zjm9gAjgRuU&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Human Centipede, which I can’t quite tell if it’s meant to be a horror film or a comedy.<object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9wmTv2nqTHo&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9wmTv2nqTHo&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Then I treated my 17 year old sister like one of these:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoxwVmfrSjdlebbXPSo0Mrs2OC_xSuHfjWJo2T46fx0-coXXBl_1RtQBBeGIu2Ee7Aj0yNAq2ndvrlQ5Hto9Hzc8R36j9BCIIhIjwH7ORGX62xU7AjodsZIPGFLWNHRD8-UgUzHQ/s1600/david-hall-babies-with-headphones.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoxwVmfrSjdlebbXPSo0Mrs2OC_xSuHfjWJo2T46fx0-coXXBl_1RtQBBeGIu2Ee7Aj0yNAq2ndvrlQ5Hto9Hzc8R36j9BCIIhIjwH7ORGX62xU7AjodsZIPGFLWNHRD8-UgUzHQ/s320/david-hall-babies-with-headphones.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469465421633463618" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Watched a little SNL and loved this skit (we heart Bill Hader ;D): <object width="512" height="296"><param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/OJHHVGSITsWzH5J27M5zDA"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/OJHHVGSITsWzH5J27M5zDA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="512" height="296"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And then finally we left and I showered my amazing mother (who we now call “Lady Mama”-thanks Hannah) with these:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjxIqIWCH5STFO1h5jbBvKec2TE7kmfYXiZJIun6ShdKXWujbZ0Co1dar0z_8jHVh1sKIEcnWYcQ4g5w6JQdITceEGkJpUDwvP2pYS6Aq-bSPWveViU7GvuX5i3xUQFv_6XjFFFw/s1600/PCH8018.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjxIqIWCH5STFO1h5jbBvKec2TE7kmfYXiZJIun6ShdKXWujbZ0Co1dar0z_8jHVh1sKIEcnWYcQ4g5w6JQdITceEGkJpUDwvP2pYS6Aq-bSPWveViU7GvuX5i3xUQFv_6XjFFFw/s320/PCH8018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469469990227461138" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And these:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFZbU-bw4s7J_bpMNT09pnjElUFhlkcUGk25dqMVRaUTV5CuefwRFvkPhkXANKPz8X-CZBhlJ-AUue0K0jeDzw_O65LK-AQYoe5LAa3sfkC6VnRus4sfsGs0WY9mH-LRlbpZxS2w/s1600/daughter-kissing-mom-cheekl.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFZbU-bw4s7J_bpMNT09pnjElUFhlkcUGk25dqMVRaUTV5CuefwRFvkPhkXANKPz8X-CZBhlJ-AUue0K0jeDzw_O65LK-AQYoe5LAa3sfkC6VnRus4sfsGs0WY9mH-LRlbpZxS2w/s320/daughter-kissing-mom-cheekl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469470179559553202" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Happy Mother’s Day Lady Mama!! We love you!!!</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Queen of the Giggle Loophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07898760820402438209noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35408894.post-8611020209111708212010-05-05T11:43:00.000-07:002010-05-05T11:52:44.248-07:00I'm so sad I missed this. :(<div>It was playing at the 5th this last month and I'm so sad I missed it. Here are a couple of my favorite songs.</div><div><br /></div><div>Come up to my place, featuring my favorite musical Aussie-Adam Garcia:</div><div><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XawgtY0KPqk&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XawgtY0KPqk&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div><div><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=urXu1Z1g61M">Prehistoric Man-sorry embed was disabled:</a></div>Queen of the Giggle Loophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07898760820402438209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35408894.post-73997367510877200632010-04-20T12:52:00.000-07:002010-04-20T13:39:35.484-07:00Vamptastic UpdatesFor those of you unaware I have a love for the show True Blood-which is weird, because honestly it's not a very good show, but whatever. I found out a few new things:<br /><br />1. They are doing 6 new <a href="http://perezhilton.com/2010-04-20-true-blood-tries-something-new">mini episodes</a> starting May 2-yay! You all should know I can't wait until <a href="http://queenofthegiggleloop.blogspot.com/2009/09/june-2010.html">June</a>!<div><br /></div><div>2. My favorite on the show-Eric (Yay Team Eric!! LOL.) played by Alexander Skarsgard (yum) is dating Kate Bosworth. WTF? When did this happen? and </div><div><br /></div><div>3. While researching if that was in fact true I found this <a href="http://www.hollywoodlife.com/2010/04/19/true-blood-star-alexander-skarsgard-fight-paparazzi/">article</a> about how they were at Coachella-see Leah, I knew we should have gone!! Damn.</div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Queen of the Giggle Loophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07898760820402438209noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35408894.post-86320638961786468062010-04-05T14:56:00.000-07:002010-04-05T15:10:32.629-07:00Sometimes, you just want to shoot something.Sometimes I feel like her-I'm hot tempered, stubborn and can handle myself. Oh , but I can bake a pie.<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JY7Hh5PzELo&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JY7Hh5PzELo&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />But those qualities tend to leave one's score with 'em fellers lower than a cellar.<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_3ZfCK7qs-4&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_3ZfCK7qs-4&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />So I guess I'll put my pistols away for the time being and turn the other cheek.Queen of the Giggle Loophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07898760820402438209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35408894.post-10470374082501604402010-04-02T19:21:00.001-07:002010-04-02T19:21:59.733-07:00This girl's a trip, but I like the song!<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4576ymdmemQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4576ymdmemQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>Queen of the Giggle Loophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07898760820402438209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35408894.post-74813474695214783202010-03-30T20:40:00.000-07:002010-03-30T21:22:04.908-07:00It Makes No Difference<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nJXc0NRCmRQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nJXc0NRCmRQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object> <div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;">When Whitney left on her mission, I'm pretty sure I cried myself to sleep for a month or two listening to this song. Partially because it's a great love loss song and it's impossible for me not to cry when listening to it, but also it so perfectly described my feelings in that moment. I felt SO alone. We used to joke about how I was Whitney's barnacle, but I really was. I wasn't independent and unless she was around I wasn't outgoing socially. This may be a complete shock to some of you, but I'm kind of a shy person and in some ways when she left I reverted back to the shy girl I was before we were friends.<br /><br />Then I got better; I realized that a year and a half really wasn't that long, I was capable of making friendships equally as good as the one I have with her and being an independent person really wasn't all that hard.<br /><br />But recently all of that has been harder for me to accept and maybe it's because I miss my little Whitneykins and I know she'll be back soon, but for some reason this song is speaking to me once again.<br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>A quick side note, I really wish I could have found a clip that started a minute before, because the story told at the beginning of this clip is probably my favorite part of this whole movie. Oh high Rick Danko-you were magic!</i></span></p></div></div></div>Queen of the Giggle Loophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07898760820402438209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35408894.post-74781508683123002192010-03-26T19:27:00.000-07:002010-03-26T20:31:46.383-07:00Top Ten Songs Currently Addicted To<p class="MsoNoSpacing">10.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Rihanna - Disturbia</p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E1mU6h4Xdxc&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E1mU6h4Xdxc&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">9.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Louis Prima - Just a Gigolo/I Ain't Got Nobody</p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gDkLSjsiqlM&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gDkLSjsiqlM&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">8.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Regina Spektor - Fidelity</p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wigqKfLWjvM&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wigqKfLWjvM&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">7.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Justin Townes Earle - Someday I'll Be Forgiven For This </p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KbeD-lklXnw&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KbeD-lklXnw&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">6.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Nerina Pallot - I Don't Want To Go Out </p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NtaCm8tv5XE&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NtaCm8tv5XE&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">5.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Lily Allen – 22 & F*** You</p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tWjNFC-FinU">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tWjNFC-FinU</a></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9hyrQzhU08w&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9hyrQzhU08w&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">4.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>The Kills - Sour Cherry</p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XRsjA-NADYU&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XRsjA-NADYU&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">3.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Grace Potter and the Nocturnals - Treat Me Right</p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yzPeTC7bH6E&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yzPeTC7bH6E&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">2.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Lady Gaga – Bad Romance (Big Surprise?)</p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qrO4YZeyl0I&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qrO4YZeyl0I&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">1. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Metric - Combat Baby (acoustic)</p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IGRqOX-0OqI&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IGRqOX-0OqI&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></p>Queen of the Giggle Loophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07898760820402438209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35408894.post-17393910761764184392010-03-22T10:15:00.000-07:002010-03-22T13:19:04.843-07:00Best story this weekend<div style="text-align: center;">Prepare yourself for a sweetness overload.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Over the weekend I got to see my cousin Molly and her daughter Bess, who is quite possibly the cutest girl I have ever met. Don't believe me? Well then here's a picture:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhskAiD1AdXAzJtDo5FkItdJWvd23TRSvPJYf_xlRvop4vWkEFXiDga7E3RBx_TnNHLsZzGLbH3lU06k4UlBQTEdSIGwMd4yb86Q7pnyEzBoEW_RPaLEISumDo3kzI7tRiYCbVOSA/s1600-h/n1201947795_30341713_3104.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhskAiD1AdXAzJtDo5FkItdJWvd23TRSvPJYf_xlRvop4vWkEFXiDga7E3RBx_TnNHLsZzGLbH3lU06k4UlBQTEdSIGwMd4yb86Q7pnyEzBoEW_RPaLEISumDo3kzI7tRiYCbVOSA/s320/n1201947795_30341713_3104.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451542293027873330" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Adorable, no?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyway, back to the story. Molly told me about a conversation she had with Bess a couple weeks after seeing me at Christmas, which took place while watching some sort of dancing show:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Bess: I could never dance like that....but Sarah could.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Molly: Sarah who?</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Bess: My Sarah.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Molly: You mean my cousin Sarah?</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Bess: No, my cousin Sarah.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I almost died when she told me this. How sweet is that? "my Sarah". I've never been owned by a child before, but she's so adorable I really don't mind. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal">Another obligatory Bess shot:</p><p class="MsoNormal"> </p></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNfZzZ-XU_NPy-i7UISVk4NoY4Hi1B5dN4UAN1NL0mBSgD1PEJVrPW8kNdrg2qpCqduUiA-DOE5fHCxuiVLnBxU02v6r9xE-twtjVNcYfB7cm0QBP8fbHSD0LU16_NjGkR_vy-Bw/s1600-h/n1201947795_30097541_9837.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNfZzZ-XU_NPy-i7UISVk4NoY4Hi1B5dN4UAN1NL0mBSgD1PEJVrPW8kNdrg2qpCqduUiA-DOE5fHCxuiVLnBxU02v6r9xE-twtjVNcYfB7cm0QBP8fbHSD0LU16_NjGkR_vy-Bw/s320/n1201947795_30097541_9837.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451553665530794226" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">She's so Rockstar!</div>Queen of the Giggle Loophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07898760820402438209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35408894.post-32551183380096265542010-03-18T16:25:00.000-07:002010-03-18T16:29:19.268-07:00Always be wary of how you dress for work.<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">In the past few years my attractiveness has increased exponentially and I’ve had to alter my dress for work accordingly.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I never wear high heels or skirts anymore (brings far too much attention to the gams) and I rarely wear jewelry, accessories or super form fitting/low cut tops (for…ahem…a similar reason).<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Today, I wore a pink headband with an embellished flower on one side.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>This was a mistake.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">So, there’s a guy that works on my floor that kind of gives me the creeps (not full creeps, just partial) and I’m sure he was just trying to be nice, but it still left me feeling weird.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Let me set the stage, an attractive girl with pretty flower in her hair (that’s me!) walks down the hall towards the bathroom.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>A mildly creepy man, that is FAR too old for the attractive girl rounds the hallway corner and says:</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">“Oh hey!<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>You look very pretty with that bow in your hair!”</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">The attractive girl stumbles through some gracious reply and leaves the hall.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Sometime later the two have another chance meeting in the hall where the mildly creepy man mutters:</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">“Pretty in Pink!”</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">The attractive girl stumbles through some gracious reply and leaves the hall, but thinks to herself:</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">“Thank you, we've established that I'm pretty, but please just go away and leave me alone!”</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">And</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"> “DO NOT WEAR FLASHY THINGS TO THE OFFICE ANYMORE!”</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">*Curtain*</p>Queen of the Giggle Loophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07898760820402438209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35408894.post-42498690193331048462010-03-17T14:06:00.000-07:002010-03-17T14:09:01.366-07:00Jessica the Happy Hippo<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxuH8tL6QSV4QVHDKOTMyBkphtpknD1EvqVbIZZN1arZ8vspIZOOjj9W6wf0JKiirq84TjcRC0_v-Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;">Only in South Africa-props to Priscilla!</div>Queen of the Giggle Loophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07898760820402438209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35408894.post-76681148986516896452010-03-16T16:31:00.000-07:002010-03-16T16:33:25.251-07:00Trifecta night out and new nicknames<div style="text-align: center;">Me: (something bitchy beyond belief) Ugh! Can we just get food now!?!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Leah: Yes, gosh you’re bitchy when you haven’t eaten. You’re like the little shop of horrors plant yelling “FEED ME!!”</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bridgette: That should be you’re nickname!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Me: No!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Leah: Yes!! That’s awesome!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bridgette: Hey you guys, it’s not “Little Shop of Horrors” it should be “Little Shop of Whores”! Get it? It’s like a pun!</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Sometime Later)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bridgette: Sarah, would you sell me in your shop?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Me: Of course!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bridgette: Good.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Me: Hey, it shouldn’t be “Little Shop of Whores” it should be “Shop of Little Whores” ‘cause we’re tiny!</div><div style="text-align: center;">In Unison: Ahhh yeeaaahhh!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Trifecta Fist bump)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Fin</span></i></div>Queen of the Giggle Loophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07898760820402438209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35408894.post-13006120010019701362010-03-15T14:15:00.000-07:002010-03-15T14:22:40.281-07:00Working With Mormons<div style="text-align: center;">This is what happens when you work with other Mormons:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggkaHP52n0nKQ-6a41-SYCdvPMJ_KN2YaDf28f3TXyBJqAz5mAvFnMIFstRp0JMqpiBs6kXzsj70YB0Cpy3IJSatSa87fX2GUE5CBsAH-Z4AqcosM9HtC814St7zvpkH84eKh-Aw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggkaHP52n0nKQ-6a41-SYCdvPMJ_KN2YaDf28f3TXyBJqAz5mAvFnMIFstRp0JMqpiBs6kXzsj70YB0Cpy3IJSatSa87fX2GUE5CBsAH-Z4AqcosM9HtC814St7zvpkH84eKh-Aw/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448973795805140962" /></a>FHE is put on the Shared Office Calendar. Geez.</div>Queen of the Giggle Loophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07898760820402438209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35408894.post-60185116163197675852010-03-15T11:15:00.001-07:002010-03-15T11:19:45.685-07:00What firefighters do when no one's looking<object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A-8BYmkLXTY&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A-8BYmkLXTY&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I love finding random things with friends on the interweb. Have to give mad props to Cher for finding this one-totally the pick me up I needed last night. ;D Loves!</div>Queen of the Giggle Loophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07898760820402438209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35408894.post-82096749916426884742010-03-15T06:30:00.000-07:002010-03-15T06:35:03.993-07:00Beyonce & Lady Gaga Phone SongsOne I like:<div><br /><div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CGkvXp0vdng&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CGkvXp0vdng&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object> </div><div> </div><div><br>One I don't:</div><div><br /></div><div><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GQ95z6ywcBY&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GQ95z6ywcBY&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object></div></div>Queen of the Giggle Loophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07898760820402438209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35408894.post-57470364656892821032010-03-14T18:21:00.000-07:002010-03-14T18:27:43.748-07:00Conversations of late<div>Me: How do I get in these situations?</div><div>Princess Leia: You’re too nice, everyone else just says no!</div><div>CocaKoler: Better Bitch than sorry. That’s my motto.</div><div><br /></div><div>CW: All the boys here and at the UW that I’ve talked to have told me all they’re looking for is a girl that dresses modest and isn’t “scary”.</div><div>Me: Well I guess that puts me out of the running.</div><div><br /></div><div>Princess Leia: Wait, what exactly did he say? Any punctuation or anything?</div><div>Me: No punctuation, but the “D” is capitalized.</div><div>CocaKoler: Oh, well then if the “D” is capitalized that changes everything…..no, I have no idea.</div><div><br /></div><div>Princess Leia: He was like “Wait, what did that guy want?” and I wanted to be like “to have sex with Sarah”.</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: Does anyone mind if I take my skirt off in the car?</div><div>Princess Leia: Well if you’re sitting next to Marky-Mark and the Funky Bunch…</div><div>Me: Well then I can sit in the front.</div><div>Marky-Mark and the Funky Bunch: Hey!</div><div>All: Oooh, Mark!</div>Queen of the Giggle Loophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07898760820402438209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35408894.post-35411884580102856982010-03-14T18:09:00.001-07:002010-03-14T18:13:11.023-07:00Happy Pi Day!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-c4-9_QUhJGhsqgchCmCRzfA3FF6d6QmwtIeBNpt3Jxz2lBOpkd_uuJc8amcQfE24fZz1evFojThl1CNxzR-cXr67fausfhhTYjBe9fYp3DbLLSk8sEFgpoopt_RiGtp1SOxJug/s1600-h/DSCN4515.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-c4-9_QUhJGhsqgchCmCRzfA3FF6d6QmwtIeBNpt3Jxz2lBOpkd_uuJc8amcQfE24fZz1evFojThl1CNxzR-cXr67fausfhhTYjBe9fYp3DbLLSk8sEFgpoopt_RiGtp1SOxJug/s320/DSCN4515.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448661679690059506" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Yum! Celebrating Pi day by eating blackberry pie and watching Pushing Daisies is the bestest! :D</div>Queen of the Giggle Loophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07898760820402438209noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35408894.post-90256502831096766262010-03-11T18:31:00.000-08:002010-03-11T18:33:36.030-08:00I adore this show.<div style="text-align: center;">I don't know what made me think of this scene today, but it randomly popped into my head and it made me remember how much I love this show! Enjoy.</div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y5dzvE7YMpA&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y5dzvE7YMpA&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Queen of the Giggle Loophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07898760820402438209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35408894.post-70512292515922117352010-03-04T07:54:00.000-08:002010-03-04T07:57:24.522-08:00Sisters Are Doin' It For Themselves<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Pu0Fn1oRN4&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Pu0Fn1oRN4&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">How can you not be pumped for the day when you listen and watch this in the morning?? I'm pretty sure this is going to be an awesome day!</div>Queen of the Giggle Loophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07898760820402438209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35408894.post-40795328363416735402010-03-01T20:08:00.000-08:002010-03-01T20:59:05.834-08:00Pretty sure this explains why things never work out for me.<div><br /></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qlZHPQDh_kU&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qlZHPQDh_kU&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Watch 7:16-7:33-it illustrates my point. Every time I get close to a guy I run away. When I was 14 a boy I liked asked me to dance, I said "no" and literally ran away from him....like out of the building. Things really haven't changed in the 10+ years since that dance. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="apple-style-span"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I break guys’ hearts. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="apple-style-span"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I don't mean to, there's nothing malicious in my doings-I just get scared or self-conscious and run away.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> Which in the end really only hurts me. ‘Cause all those guys I run away from, while they might be hurt for a time, they always find someone else. And I’m left sitting by myself with a pile of missed opportunities. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="apple-style-span"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">But there comes a time in a girl’s life when a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. And this girl’s going to stand still and not run anymore.</span></span></span></span></p></div>Queen of the Giggle Loophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07898760820402438209noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35408894.post-24000054323681909712010-02-23T19:19:00.000-08:002010-02-23T19:23:14.830-08:00This is how I like to eat my cool mint Oreos:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwdVseG53_ysRFtom8LQZsDsQnuJIlqzftixsKH7pWRUGsBKNP5YG9VigcQaaw-4kIV6npuL1WoZBdL-XDgFZTbVoXpyh8JTmh9f4Jed4ASm28EPnJFB4s0wmq6LS33PJb82HUzA/s1600-h/0223001915.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwdVseG53_ysRFtom8LQZsDsQnuJIlqzftixsKH7pWRUGsBKNP5YG9VigcQaaw-4kIV6npuL1WoZBdL-XDgFZTbVoXpyh8JTmh9f4Jed4ASm28EPnJFB4s0wmq6LS33PJb82HUzA/s200/0223001915.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441644704869293970" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Three Stories High!</div>Queen of the Giggle Loophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07898760820402438209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35408894.post-60687890283462813162010-02-16T19:47:00.000-08:002010-02-16T19:50:26.141-08:00Smile Worthy ConversationsPrincess Leia: Those shorts are a little short-I can see your ass cheeks, especially when you stick your butt out.<br />CocaKoler: Wait! Are you wearing underwear?<br /><br />CocaKoler: The names for female body parts are so pretty. If I didn’t know what “Vagina” meant I’d totally name my daughter that.<br /><br />(CherBear shows off her bum bum)<br />CocaKoler: Can I tap that?<br />CherBear: Uh….no, but you can touch it.<br />(five minutes later)<br />CocaKoler: Wait, does “tap that” mean something besides tapping it with my hand? (brief pause followed by awkward silence and then hysterical laughter) oh….hahaha….never mind.<br /><br />CocaKoler: He’s a pretty popular midget.<br />Me: No, he’s a dwarf, (points to itty bitty) she’s a midget.<br />Itty Bitty: Did you just point to me?<br />Me: Yes. (laughs)<br />Itty Bitty: Hey!! (Squats a little lower and then in a slightly higher octave) Hey!!<br /><br />Baird Lennion or Lars B: I hate being the only guy there that doesn’t know a song.<br />Princess Leia: I didn’t know it.<br />Baird Lennion or Lars B: Yeah, but you’re not a man.<br />Princess Leia: Right.<br />Me: And soon I won’t be.<br />Princess Leia: Right.<br />(Awkward silence)<br />Princess Leia: I don’t think Lars gets the joke.<br />Me: Just a little transgender joke….no, don’t worry Lars-I’m all woman.<br />Princess Leia: I’m pretty sure he was worried about that.<br />Me: Well you never know-I don’t want any rumors started.<br />Princess Leia: Yeah, Lars is really into starting rumors about people.<br />Me: (Lars impression) “Hey everyone, guess what I just heard? Sarah used to be a man!”….No, I don’t think people would believe it anyway.<br />Baird Lennion or Lars B: Yeah, I wouldn’t buy it.Queen of the Giggle Loophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07898760820402438209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35408894.post-17926669058070963012010-02-09T15:53:00.000-08:002010-02-10T08:04:44.662-08:00Grammy Awards 2010<div style="text-align: center;">I know this was a week or so ago, but I found a couple pictures of the evening’s attire and I have to comment.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvmubzfKt8rdRMuXt5S-amv13NLqixk4q3yk0E2LD9MjIcgg7gttDjJd_pekdVZ-fuhsoOyi2P3ztVM1Ys-0r7yUBQuiLS0pevdUpr0qZ9Fpstooxs70r-mXxsFZJIn8lRJjD7xg/s1600-h/Grammy+Hot+Lea+Michele.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvmubzfKt8rdRMuXt5S-amv13NLqixk4q3yk0E2LD9MjIcgg7gttDjJd_pekdVZ-fuhsoOyi2P3ztVM1Ys-0r7yUBQuiLS0pevdUpr0qZ9Fpstooxs70r-mXxsFZJIn8lRJjD7xg/s200/Grammy+Hot+Lea+Michele.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436396182175572434" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I Gleefully post this picture of Lea Michele and pronounce her “best dressed” of the evening. She’s adorable.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkBUXYlfNOfYx14oNufGdxkJWo2jHB4ZbftG3cvN1JZxUyUFetr_r5sNUNvPsA2lak1J5K70xTBu4vw3iwrxvOl0iwMm8IjmwJ3U_f_8yQX6syPsXTJ_u3vofE9DexwvMehqxpxA/s1600-h/miley-cyrus-013110.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 147px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkBUXYlfNOfYx14oNufGdxkJWo2jHB4ZbftG3cvN1JZxUyUFetr_r5sNUNvPsA2lak1J5K70xTBu4vw3iwrxvOl0iwMm8IjmwJ3U_f_8yQX6syPsXTJ_u3vofE9DexwvMehqxpxA/s200/miley-cyrus-013110.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436399303898055554" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Can anyone tell me what happened to Miley Cyrus’ face?</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyW73nCAh6ocfUdfKbRXiqxkaO-A5_9GaugbAHpPaAI2G3v9V55gI8Gm7mfQexqWhgnWyWcvXujIiwAm14gxz8mZNJaS3wP6tcY2BQGgkmqFMWogPx6-V1X19YrcD1AcdSoIKT8w/s1600-h/Fergie-and-Miley-Cyrus-grammy-awards-2010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyW73nCAh6ocfUdfKbRXiqxkaO-A5_9GaugbAHpPaAI2G3v9V55gI8Gm7mfQexqWhgnWyWcvXujIiwAm14gxz8mZNJaS3wP6tcY2BQGgkmqFMWogPx6-V1X19YrcD1AcdSoIKT8w/s200/Fergie-and-Miley-Cyrus-grammy-awards-2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436399516166038178" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Word to the wise: Never go to the same plastic surgeon as Fergie. Nothing good can come from it!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD_jYXM0KcSXcWD5WNMbFFZ6fgdiwKOWr3h6nBDJyGhgYnUF-4klmcjfRtfh-ew3svC-h-vTNSuNHb_kRw3_L7WbDFyC_dI-17BK-I0ZVWrCl1QMGW8X4pDFuNxMBt7nbK419I3Q/s1600-h/katy_perry_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD_jYXM0KcSXcWD5WNMbFFZ6fgdiwKOWr3h6nBDJyGhgYnUF-4klmcjfRtfh-ew3svC-h-vTNSuNHb_kRw3_L7WbDFyC_dI-17BK-I0ZVWrCl1QMGW8X4pDFuNxMBt7nbK419I3Q/s200/katy_perry_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436400212361304066" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I am SO digging Katy Perry’s hair, I want to “Betty Page” my mine too! By the way, this dress only looks halfway cute from the back. Very disappointing Katy!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOdhcXO6FUBzV0Toew0pCTxzlG2JjSPxX0CS133meuSb-M7cUraY1RD_7_Qw1a8dUXgGY2IflrQKGjaKZhyy69z3LOWxP52sxPbPK0nKPHJybStoTOMQe6EBp7SCOeHSeYcTgLzw/s1600-h/Lady-Gaga-Armani-prive-Grammy2010-jpgC.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOdhcXO6FUBzV0Toew0pCTxzlG2JjSPxX0CS133meuSb-M7cUraY1RD_7_Qw1a8dUXgGY2IflrQKGjaKZhyy69z3LOWxP52sxPbPK0nKPHJybStoTOMQe6EBp7SCOeHSeYcTgLzw/s200/Lady-Gaga-Armani-prive-Grammy2010-jpgC.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436400749155632770" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Oh Lady Gaga. Why do you have to be the most ridiculously dressed person ever? I keep defending you to all my friends who think you’re an ugly freak, but if you keep dressing like this I can’t! I love your music, you’re a very talented singer and dancer, but this can’t go on. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And last, but certainly not least: Beyonce. Here’s a clip of her Grammy performance. She AMAZES me-next time she tours here I’m going! I’m so gonna learn that awesome dance move at 4:45. Might get whiplash though. ;D <object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hR1WkUXPIJs&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hR1WkUXPIJs&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object></div>Queen of the Giggle Loophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07898760820402438209noreply@blogger.com1