<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272174833905970469</id><updated>2011-07-30T22:47:25.793-04:00</updated><category term='first post'/><category term='not from the heart'/><title type='text'>Love It Hate It</title><subtitle type='html'>Finally, a place where I can simply post about what I love and what I hate, any time, as often as I'd like. For example, I love Chips Ahoy, usually. And, the other night, I did hate the clothes Mary Hart had on. And I hate that Amy Winehouse won't get straight. Just insignificant banter... I don't take myself too seriously - so, don't take my posts too seriously either. Thanks for stopping by.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myloveithateitblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272174833905970469/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myloveithateitblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lauren Mackiel Gory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00797882528423001736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuMmWfFfrAk/SPdRS7_s4SI/AAAAAAAAABE/RDnJa4xZAnE/S220/close-up.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272174833905970469.post-193771587897123526</id><published>2009-02-13T15:16:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T15:46:20.738-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not from the heart'/><title type='text'>It's Valentine's Day, I almost forgot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really didn't remember that tomorrow is Valentine's Day until i walked into my office and saw a ProFlowers box on my desk - then I remembered - and what a nice surprise it was, actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But in all honestly, I think Valentine's Day is quite corny - it reminds me of the Kay Jewelers commercials - "every kiss begins with Kay..." hate that song - yet I could sing it on pitch perfectly if you asked me to. And their latest commercial is even worse - like I want a pink ballerina jewelry box from circa. 1982?! I've got one from 1982 and it's packed away! Plus, what soon-to-be-dreading-30 year old wants a pink ballerina holding her diamonds. Fine, I hate pink jewelry boxes - there - I said "hate." It's been a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Which prompts me to ask: What is the worst V-day gift or date you've ever been on? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Don't be shy. Do tell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;L.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272174833905970469-193771587897123526?l=myloveithateitblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myloveithateitblog.blogspot.com/feeds/193771587897123526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272174833905970469&amp;postID=193771587897123526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272174833905970469/posts/default/193771587897123526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272174833905970469/posts/default/193771587897123526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myloveithateitblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-valentines-day-i-almost-forgot.html' title='It&apos;s Valentine&apos;s Day, I almost forgot'/><author><name>Lauren Mackiel Gory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00797882528423001736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuMmWfFfrAk/SPdRS7_s4SI/AAAAAAAAABE/RDnJa4xZAnE/S220/close-up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272174833905970469.post-5717403742680885214</id><published>2009-01-19T00:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:24:48.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272174833905970469-5717403742680885214?l=myloveithateitblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myloveithateitblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5717403742680885214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272174833905970469&amp;postID=5717403742680885214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272174833905970469/posts/default/5717403742680885214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272174833905970469/posts/default/5717403742680885214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myloveithateitblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren Mackiel Gory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00797882528423001736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuMmWfFfrAk/SPdRS7_s4SI/AAAAAAAAABE/RDnJa4xZAnE/S220/close-up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272174833905970469.post-3278182523651555396</id><published>2008-12-15T16:03:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:42:22.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas spirit is not at the grocery store</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is my favorite time of year - only that I feel like I haven't had any time to enjoy it. This past weekend, though, I finally got our tree ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some things I love about this season:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;--I love that my husband adopts a family in need every Christmas. For someone who doesn't 'feel' the Christmas spirit, he goes out of his way for strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;--He also comes with me to pick out our Christmas tree; buys it, lugs it in the house, gets it in the stand and vacuums up the needles. Then he gets all the decorations, lights, boxes of paper, bows, candles - down from storage. But I do all the decorating - which I guess is a pretty good deal. For that and many other reasons, I'm a lucky girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;--I do feel hurried this season, but I don't hate that - it's just more stressful is all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;On to something much more random - the grocery store I used to frequent, is the worst of the worst. Every time I would go there (usually after 6 p.m. mass on Sundays) - I'd tell myself, no matter what I see, e.g. loud obnoxious individuals, fights over frozen meat, and worse - I &lt;em&gt;WILL NOT, &lt;/em&gt;repeat, will not get angry, say something I'd regret - you know, I just left mass - and as my mom always says, "You're in the state of grace," even if I don't receive communion. But everytime, like clockwork, I would run into a loud, angry, awful person - different people each time, who have on different occassions: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. ran me over with their cart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. cut me off in line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. cursed at me in the parking lot because I was walking to slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. practically hit me with their car on my way to my car with bags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. stolen a spot - that I was not even trying to take - but they must have been under the impression that I was going for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. slammed on the horn and scared the sh*t out of me as I tried to cross the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why can't going to the grocery store be pleasant? Be calm - I just want to stroll down the aisles, get my crap without any foul behavior or pushing, pay the bill and leave. Unfoprtunately, that never happens. Maybe I should open up a grocery chain called - "Zen" ... "find it while you shop." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Merry Christmas for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;L.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272174833905970469-3278182523651555396?l=myloveithateitblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myloveithateitblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3278182523651555396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272174833905970469&amp;postID=3278182523651555396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272174833905970469/posts/default/3278182523651555396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272174833905970469/posts/default/3278182523651555396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myloveithateitblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-spirit-is-not-at-grocery.html' title='Christmas spirit is not at the grocery store'/><author><name>Lauren Mackiel Gory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00797882528423001736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuMmWfFfrAk/SPdRS7_s4SI/AAAAAAAAABE/RDnJa4xZAnE/S220/close-up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272174833905970469.post-3198799298561520792</id><published>2008-11-19T00:23:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:52:30.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what's going on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sorry for my lack of posts lately - it's not that I haven't got much to say, just not a lot of time to say it ... so, for all my faithful "followers" who have just been waiting for my next blog ... enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Ok, I love being busy but sometimes it's too much - the economy might be heading south, but hell, it doesn't feel like it (no complaints here, I swear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I think I've watched Forrest Gump about 18 times - I love the soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--My boss sent me a funny link this week - reminded me how much I love a random laugh - go ahead, laugh: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wimp.com/camdance"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://www.wimp.com/camdance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I love getting a manicure that doesn't CHIP the next day – that’s a great thing – doesn’t happen, but I love the idea, the hope, the chance it won’t chip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I love sleeping – my husband always says he doesn’t have time to sleep – that he’s waiting for the “BIG” sleep – not me – I’ll take it when I can get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it’s late… but my post is not complete without saying something I hate: ROAD RAGE&lt;br /&gt;--Had a bad day, argument with your boyfriend, or just pissy and short-tempered ... tip: don't take it out on the rage-less drivers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--And, I hate scooping cat litter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive safely,&lt;br /&gt;L. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272174833905970469-3198799298561520792?l=myloveithateitblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myloveithateitblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3198799298561520792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272174833905970469&amp;postID=3198799298561520792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272174833905970469/posts/default/3198799298561520792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272174833905970469/posts/default/3198799298561520792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myloveithateitblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/whats-going-on.html' title='what&apos;s going on'/><author><name>Lauren Mackiel Gory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00797882528423001736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuMmWfFfrAk/SPdRS7_s4SI/AAAAAAAAABE/RDnJa4xZAnE/S220/close-up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272174833905970469.post-5916571179381369610</id><published>2008-10-28T16:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:46:34.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling better - there is love in the house</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So, last week was a bit hectic and I hated a lot of different things; however, I am feeling much better this week... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;--I love that it snowed today (well... a wintry mix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;--I love that the Phillies are winning - HELL YEA!!!!!!!!!! (that's for my husband)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;--I love surprises; but I love giving them too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;--I love when I can concentrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;--I love dressing in layers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;What do you love???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Until we blog again - best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272174833905970469-5916571179381369610?l=myloveithateitblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myloveithateitblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5916571179381369610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272174833905970469&amp;postID=5916571179381369610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272174833905970469/posts/default/5916571179381369610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272174833905970469/posts/default/5916571179381369610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myloveithateitblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/feeling-better-there-is-love-in-house.html' title='Feeling better - there is love in the house'/><author><name>Lauren Mackiel Gory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00797882528423001736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuMmWfFfrAk/SPdRS7_s4SI/AAAAAAAAABE/RDnJa4xZAnE/S220/close-up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272174833905970469.post-325624362493620247</id><published>2008-10-22T18:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T18:39:03.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry, no love here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;--I hate people who cough in my face [John] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;--I hate Purple mini vans - for real, mini vans are bad enough, but then they add shite black tint to the back windows, a few dents and scratches, on top of stinky foot odor and NO sunroof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;--I hate underwear that leave panty lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;--I hate that it gets dark so early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let me end on a positive note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;--I'll get back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272174833905970469-325624362493620247?l=myloveithateitblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myloveithateitblog.blogspot.com/feeds/325624362493620247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272174833905970469&amp;postID=325624362493620247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272174833905970469/posts/default/325624362493620247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272174833905970469/posts/default/325624362493620247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myloveithateitblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/sorry-no-love-here.html' title='sorry, no love here'/><author><name>Lauren Mackiel Gory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00797882528423001736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuMmWfFfrAk/SPdRS7_s4SI/AAAAAAAAABE/RDnJa4xZAnE/S220/close-up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272174833905970469.post-7184836158564797074</id><published>2008-10-20T09:51:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:05:39.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe I have followers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;--I love that I have followers! But I love comments even more... thanks Testa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;--I also love "Mad Men" on AMC - Sunday nights at 10 p.m. Has anyone caught on to this drama?? It's good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;--I love Pellegrino - sorry John, but it's better than flat tap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;--I love that my husband introduces me to new things all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272174833905970469-7184836158564797074?l=myloveithateitblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myloveithateitblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7184836158564797074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272174833905970469&amp;postID=7184836158564797074' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272174833905970469/posts/default/7184836158564797074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272174833905970469/posts/default/7184836158564797074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myloveithateitblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-cant-believe-i-have-followers.html' title='I can&apos;t believe I have followers'/><author><name>Lauren Mackiel Gory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00797882528423001736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuMmWfFfrAk/SPdRS7_s4SI/AAAAAAAAABE/RDnJa4xZAnE/S220/close-up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272174833905970469.post-4199242368733648982</id><published>2008-10-16T14:43:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T15:18:40.441-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All over a catfish lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;--I love that Tom Coyne is always the loudest person in the restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;--I hate catfish burps, especially when they're mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;--IHA - stands for "I Hate Acronyms"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;--I love Bud Light Lime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;--I love bullets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272174833905970469-4199242368733648982?l=myloveithateitblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myloveithateitblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4199242368733648982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272174833905970469&amp;postID=4199242368733648982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272174833905970469/posts/default/4199242368733648982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272174833905970469/posts/default/4199242368733648982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myloveithateitblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-over-catfish-lunch.html' title='All over a catfish lunch'/><author><name>Lauren Mackiel Gory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00797882528423001736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuMmWfFfrAk/SPdRS7_s4SI/AAAAAAAAABE/RDnJa4xZAnE/S220/close-up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272174833905970469.post-2855218431738265468</id><published>2008-10-16T10:21:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:32:06.345-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first post'/><title type='text'>Hello online world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I LOVE blogging, even if it's my first try.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome - I have plenty of things to say - because I love and hate a LOT of things. But I'll be very ladylike in the process. No foul language, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Stop by again. I plan to post about my lunch excursion today. I do LOVE lunch...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272174833905970469-2855218431738265468?l=myloveithateitblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myloveithateitblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2855218431738265468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272174833905970469&amp;postID=2855218431738265468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272174833905970469/posts/default/2855218431738265468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272174833905970469/posts/default/2855218431738265468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myloveithateitblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-online-world.html' title='Hello online world'/><author><name>Lauren Mackiel Gory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00797882528423001736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuMmWfFfrAk/SPdRS7_s4SI/AAAAAAAAABE/RDnJa4xZAnE/S220/close-up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
