<?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-6184218859306334218</id><updated>2011-08-21T15:30:32.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times, Noodle Salad</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184218859306334218/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Good Times, Noodle Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543311586438825805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uG341fScaEc/SSrogRTUk6I/AAAAAAAAABI/rP-BFNXZrCc/S220/DSC01301_0033_033.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184218859306334218.post-3412839234310891453</id><published>2010-01-04T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T11:50:13.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uG341fScaEc/S0JGbMs4XWI/AAAAAAAAADs/HQ9sNpu1vaI/s1600-h/bjorkfancy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422974334387379554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uG341fScaEc/S0JGbMs4XWI/AAAAAAAAADs/HQ9sNpu1vaI/s400/bjorkfancy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, it has certainly been awhile since I've posted anything. Here's what's happened since July:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-New house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-New car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Start grad school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Puppy for bday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Vikings have good first half of season&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Finish first semester of grad school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Go to STL for T-giving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Vikings have pretty stinky 2nd half, but miraculously still clinch 1st round bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Gain a new, adorable nephew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Go to Vegas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Go to Roch for Xmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Hibernate from cold for New Year's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we have entered the seriously depressing deep freeze of winter. Must book warm weather trip ASAP!! However, I've decided that anytime I think about whining about the cold I am just going to think happy thoughts... like this pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184218859306334218-3412839234310891453?l=goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/feeds/3412839234310891453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-been-awhile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184218859306334218/posts/default/3412839234310891453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184218859306334218/posts/default/3412839234310891453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s Been Awhile'/><author><name>Good Times, Noodle Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543311586438825805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uG341fScaEc/SSrogRTUk6I/AAAAAAAAABI/rP-BFNXZrCc/S220/DSC01301_0033_033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uG341fScaEc/S0JGbMs4XWI/AAAAAAAAADs/HQ9sNpu1vaI/s72-c/bjorkfancy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184218859306334218.post-6983131820107162520</id><published>2009-07-28T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T08:47:37.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks To The Prezzzz</title><content type='html'>I only got about 2 hours of sleep last night because tomorrow is a VERY big day. Tomorrow my husband and I will enter a whole new realm of life called home ownership (mainly thanks to the first time home owner's credit from the stimilus plan). And, as soon as we finish closing on our house we are going straight to the Nissan dealership and picking up our brand new Nissan Cube and giving them our "Clunker".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363537889822173842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uG341fScaEc/Sm8dSyYy6pI/AAAAAAAAADU/6LdNrX-3vkY/s320/newcarside.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just wanted to take a moment and say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Obama for the $4500 for the new car and $8000 towards the new house. You're the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184218859306334218-6983131820107162520?l=goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/feeds/6983131820107162520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/2009/07/thanks-to-prezzzz.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184218859306334218/posts/default/6983131820107162520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184218859306334218/posts/default/6983131820107162520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/2009/07/thanks-to-prezzzz.html' title='Thanks To The Prezzzz'/><author><name>Good Times, Noodle Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543311586438825805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uG341fScaEc/SSrogRTUk6I/AAAAAAAAABI/rP-BFNXZrCc/S220/DSC01301_0033_033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uG341fScaEc/Sm8dSyYy6pI/AAAAAAAAADU/6LdNrX-3vkY/s72-c/newcarside.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184218859306334218.post-6104285477757858974</id><published>2009-05-26T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:19:25.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celine Dion and Same Sex Marriage</title><content type='html'>I don't listen to Celine Dion, but I would never hate on anyone for listening to her.  I mean, she's got a good voice.  It's just not for me.  But I would never yell at you if it made you happyl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184218859306334218-6104285477757858974?l=goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/feeds/6104285477757858974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/2009/05/celine-dion-and-same-sex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184218859306334218/posts/default/6104285477757858974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184218859306334218/posts/default/6104285477757858974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/2009/05/celine-dion-and-same-sex.html' title='Celine Dion and Same Sex Marriage'/><author><name>Good Times, Noodle Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543311586438825805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uG341fScaEc/SSrogRTUk6I/AAAAAAAAABI/rP-BFNXZrCc/S220/DSC01301_0033_033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184218859306334218.post-1029244917535435427</id><published>2009-04-14T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T13:42:19.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zing</title><content type='html'>Here is probably the best line that my husband has ever uttered to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would say that you should go to therapy... but they would just tell you to leave me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184218859306334218-1029244917535435427?l=goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/feeds/1029244917535435427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/2009/04/zing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184218859306334218/posts/default/1029244917535435427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184218859306334218/posts/default/1029244917535435427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/2009/04/zing.html' title='Zing'/><author><name>Good Times, Noodle Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543311586438825805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uG341fScaEc/SSrogRTUk6I/AAAAAAAAABI/rP-BFNXZrCc/S220/DSC01301_0033_033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184218859306334218.post-4996635438454623858</id><published>2009-04-08T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:22:11.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tale of Two Birds</title><content type='html'>Last weekend we went to Vegas.  Normally I love Vegas - sunshine, great shopping, great food, etc.  Chris plays a little blackjack.  We're both happy.  Well, this trip was not even close to fantastic.  The weather in Vegas was incredibly miserable - 40 mph wind gusts that prevented you from walking outside and if you did go out, you'd get dirt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blowing&lt;/span&gt; in your face and feel like hotel signs were going to collapse on you.  Mix this with 55 degree weather and we were better off staying home.  Plus, I just wasn't in the mood to shop (blast this darn economy) and Chris didn't come home a big winner in blackjack.  What a stinky trip.  Needless to say, it left a bad taste in my mouth and I AM DONE with Vegas for a long time.  To confirm the fact that I am done with Vegas for a really long time, when we got home there was a dead bird once again on our front steps after it flew directly into our big "picture" window.  I say "once again" because the last time that we got home from Vegas we had a bird on our front steps as well.  It's like we have so much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;debauchery&lt;/span&gt; in Vegas that we cause nature to die.  So, yeah, I'm done with Vegas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184218859306334218-4996635438454623858?l=goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/feeds/4996635438454623858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/2009/04/tale-of-two-birds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184218859306334218/posts/default/4996635438454623858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184218859306334218/posts/default/4996635438454623858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/2009/04/tale-of-two-birds.html' title='A Tale of Two Birds'/><author><name>Good Times, Noodle Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543311586438825805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uG341fScaEc/SSrogRTUk6I/AAAAAAAAABI/rP-BFNXZrCc/S220/DSC01301_0033_033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184218859306334218.post-7535904202948992084</id><published>2009-03-07T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T05:36:58.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uG341fScaEc/SbJ26NX0SHI/AAAAAAAAADE/EfgthC_MAx0/s1600-h/bestdogpicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310437653017282674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uG341fScaEc/SbJ26NX0SHI/AAAAAAAAADE/EfgthC_MAx0/s320/bestdogpicture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want a goldendoodle. One of the many reasons I want this specific type of dog is because I think owners and their special little guys should look just a tad alike. These women take it to the extreme... (it's quite possibly one of the best photos ever:)... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as I get my pup, I hope to have a picture to rival this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184218859306334218-7535904202948992084?l=goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/feeds/7535904202948992084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/2009/03/like-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184218859306334218/posts/default/7535904202948992084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184218859306334218/posts/default/7535904202948992084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/2009/03/like-me.html' title='Like Me'/><author><name>Good Times, Noodle Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543311586438825805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uG341fScaEc/SSrogRTUk6I/AAAAAAAAABI/rP-BFNXZrCc/S220/DSC01301_0033_033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uG341fScaEc/SbJ26NX0SHI/AAAAAAAAADE/EfgthC_MAx0/s72-c/bestdogpicture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184218859306334218.post-7421896832005326708</id><published>2009-03-03T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:57:31.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dickies!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last Friday I was getting my husband ready for work and he was complaining how his dress shirts are getting so tight. "All of my clothes are shrinking." Needless to say, it's winter in MN and we are not as active as in the summer. Anyways, he came up with a fantastic solution which would allow him to breathe but still appear that he was wearing a collared shirt under his sweater... a dickie! As soon as he said that word, I cracked up. I hadn't thought of dickies in forever, let alone a homemade dickie. I wish I still had one, I'd rock it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309083962813748322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uG341fScaEc/Sa2nvEY8lGI/AAAAAAAAACs/632n9gOLels/s320/Dickie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184218859306334218-7421896832005326708?l=goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/feeds/7421896832005326708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/2009/03/dickies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184218859306334218/posts/default/7421896832005326708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184218859306334218/posts/default/7421896832005326708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/2009/03/dickies.html' title='Dickies!!'/><author><name>Good Times, Noodle Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543311586438825805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uG341fScaEc/SSrogRTUk6I/AAAAAAAAABI/rP-BFNXZrCc/S220/DSC01301_0033_033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uG341fScaEc/Sa2nvEY8lGI/AAAAAAAAACs/632n9gOLels/s72-c/Dickie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184218859306334218.post-8080322031037048683</id><published>2009-02-03T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:57:17.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sicko</title><content type='html'>I have been sick since Super Bowl Sunday (I mean really sick - stomach flu/fever/aches, etc.) and hence have missed worked the past two days.  These are the first two sick days that I have ever taken in my whole adult working life.  I have discovered a whole new MAGICAL daytime world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My neighbor's kids go to Blake School (bus just dropped them off) which is a really expensive and exclusive Minneapolis school.  My level of respect for them just grew a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The mailman delivers weekday mail at around 1pm.  It's a man, not a mail lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-CSI is a really really bad show and no where near the quality (or believability) of Law &amp;amp; Order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My neighbor across the street (the wine dealer), has a whole array of really cool bags that he uses to carry his wine in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I love that Bravo plays marathons of their shows ALL of the time.  Today I caught my first ever Work Out and I have to say that I got pulled into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I love pampering myself with facials, super long showers, and then sitting around with my bangs bobby pinned straight back (normally I never show my widow's peak but no one is here to see it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184218859306334218-8080322031037048683?l=goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/feeds/8080322031037048683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/2009/02/sicko.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184218859306334218/posts/default/8080322031037048683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184218859306334218/posts/default/8080322031037048683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/2009/02/sicko.html' title='Sicko'/><author><name>Good Times, Noodle Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543311586438825805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uG341fScaEc/SSrogRTUk6I/AAAAAAAAABI/rP-BFNXZrCc/S220/DSC01301_0033_033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184218859306334218.post-2000570319212242284</id><published>2009-01-28T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:01:51.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crazies</title><content type='html'>Every once in awhile, I will be in a meeting and the neon lights start making me a little crazy and I will start to drift off on this funny train of thought that's like, "What if I just started screaming at the top of my lungs right now.  What would happen?"  There have been a few times where I have been sooooooo close to actually doing it.  It's a great fear of mine that someday I will snap and actually do it.  Does anyone else have these urges?  I know my husband does too and we talk about it at home often... for example one day someone had brought a baby into his office and everyone was standing around looking at the baby and all he wanted to do was take the glass of water he had in his hand and pour some water right on the baby.  What would everyone do?  It's hilarious to think about how close we ride the edge between sane and insane-- kind of like how just a tiny pane of glass separates you from the tigers at the zoo.  Whenever, I have one of these urges, I always just say to myself... "This is what separates me from a crazy person.  I will not scream in my coworker's face."  It has worked up until this point :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184218859306334218-2000570319212242284?l=goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/feeds/2000570319212242284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/2009/01/crazies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184218859306334218/posts/default/2000570319212242284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184218859306334218/posts/default/2000570319212242284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/2009/01/crazies.html' title='The Crazies'/><author><name>Good Times, Noodle Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543311586438825805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uG341fScaEc/SSrogRTUk6I/AAAAAAAAABI/rP-BFNXZrCc/S220/DSC01301_0033_033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184218859306334218.post-7792538017787752271</id><published>2009-01-26T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:47:51.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Games Part Deux</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I've updated the game list, so let's let 'em fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Saw Game - This one came out of the blue while Chris and I were riding in the car a few weeks back.  Usually while Chris is driving, he extends his arm and gives me a shelf to rest my chin on (which is another game entirely)... anyways... on this particular day Chris did not give me a shelf, but instead he pretended his hand was a saw and then began "sawing my neck off!"  This got such a reaction from me that it has naturally continued and has even evolved into sawing other body parts off like my hands, legs, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The Do Something Cute Game - This just simply involves Chris telling me to do something cute and then I do a silly face and a high-pitched "la-ayalllallll".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Baby Games - These are probably the weirdest of the games we play.  Either of us will scrunch our faces up and stick out our tongues just a little bit while at the same time curling our hand into a fist (with pinky stuck out) and bringing it up to our face.  There are many baby faces and actions that have come out of this one, like... baby pooping (angry, cranky face), baby spitting up, baby unable to hold it's own head up, baby needing to be picked up, big baby, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) You Are So Short - Usually after I get home from work and am hanging out in the kitchen, Chris will come and stand right in front of me and tell me, "You are so short." And then I will reply back, "I am so short."  We repeat it a few times back and forth before moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Horses - Chris has taken on the imaginery name Admiral Bigsley.  And, of course the Admiral needs fine mares... so... I am one of his mares and my name is Stormy.  And, my sister is his 2nd fine mare, Shadow.  Chris will feed us carrots by patting our noses first and then holding out the carrot out flat on his hand.  If he doesn't hold it out flat, then we will nip his hand because that's what horses do.  I think this one originated when Chris photo-shopped his head on to a picture of an admiral and called his myspace page name "Admiral Bigsley". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184218859306334218-7792538017787752271?l=goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/feeds/7792538017787752271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/2009/01/games-part-deux.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184218859306334218/posts/default/7792538017787752271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184218859306334218/posts/default/7792538017787752271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/2009/01/games-part-deux.html' title='Games Part Deux'/><author><name>Good Times, Noodle Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543311586438825805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uG341fScaEc/SSrogRTUk6I/AAAAAAAAABI/rP-BFNXZrCc/S220/DSC01301_0033_033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184218859306334218.post-8480096780777436333</id><published>2009-01-04T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T15:53:32.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let The Games Begin</title><content type='html'>Sooo... since the only people who really read my blog are myself and my husband, I've decided to start a new thing where I google about the games that my husband and I play.  The games change quite frequently, so there is a lot to blog about and this way we can remember and go back to all of our old games.  Games to us aren't really what you would think of as traditional winner-take-all games, they are more like phrases and impersonations that we do over and over again until they are boring.  You'll get the picture after you see some of the examples.  Here are the latest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Minnie Driver in Good Will Hunting (which was on twice in a row last night on TBS - jackpot!!): Has anyone noticed what a ridiculously funny laugh Minnie has as Skylar?  "Bring me another Mhai Thai... mwha ha ha ha." or "I was really hoping for a good night lay. Mwha ha ha ah".  Chris and I have been doing this one over and over lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Puzzles.  So, we're both into either crosswords or traditional puzzles lately.  Chris is currently working on a giant Las Vegas strip puzzle (next best thing to going there).  Whenever we talk about the puzzles we say, "Puzzles, bleeeah." (in kind of a baby lamb voice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Carpooling.  Last week my sister had my car so she could drive down to my parents while she was in town.  So, Chris and I had to carpool for the 3 day week.  Whenever Chris picked me up he would ask me about what I learned at school that day and then ask me about "how many horns does a triceratops have?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Cat game.  Anytime something is really funny or good we do this deep meeeeeeeoooow thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184218859306334218-8480096780777436333?l=goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/feeds/8480096780777436333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-games-begin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184218859306334218/posts/default/8480096780777436333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184218859306334218/posts/default/8480096780777436333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-games-begin.html' title='Let The Games Begin'/><author><name>Good Times, Noodle Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543311586438825805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uG341fScaEc/SSrogRTUk6I/AAAAAAAAABI/rP-BFNXZrCc/S220/DSC01301_0033_033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184218859306334218.post-7451974007921533714</id><published>2008-12-10T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:40:55.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Wayne!</title><content type='html'>Is it just me or does the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scandalous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Illionois&lt;/span&gt; Governor Rod &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Blagojevich&lt;/span&gt; look like Mike Myer's long lost brother?!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I see his picture, all I can think of is, "Groovy Baby".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278229057754861842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uG341fScaEc/SUAJXN6fkRI/AAAAAAAAACU/0nmXz_pb__g/s320/Wayne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And, by the way, Mike Myers is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; not funny anymore (just in case you were wondering). His humor passed with the 90's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184218859306334218-7451974007921533714?l=goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/feeds/7451974007921533714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-wayne.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184218859306334218/posts/default/7451974007921533714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184218859306334218/posts/default/7451974007921533714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-wayne.html' title='Hey Wayne!'/><author><name>Good Times, Noodle Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543311586438825805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uG341fScaEc/SSrogRTUk6I/AAAAAAAAABI/rP-BFNXZrCc/S220/DSC01301_0033_033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uG341fScaEc/SUAJXN6fkRI/AAAAAAAAACU/0nmXz_pb__g/s72-c/Wayne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184218859306334218.post-7932503999005289557</id><published>2008-12-08T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:07:49.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Crazed</title><content type='html'>It all started when I was traveling home from a recent business trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas.  I had already read the current Vogue, Us Weekly, and People magazines, so instead I bought a crossword puzzle book.  Since buying that book, I do crosswords after dinner each night, when I'm drying my hair in the morning, at work on my lunch break, and I even had a dream about doing crosswords the other night!  I don't know how to stop and the best thing is now I have gotten Chris into it as well!  I even bought him his very own book.  Gosh I feel old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184218859306334218-7932503999005289557?l=goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/feeds/7932503999005289557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-crazed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184218859306334218/posts/default/7932503999005289557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184218859306334218/posts/default/7932503999005289557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-crazed.html' title='I&apos;m Crazed'/><author><name>Good Times, Noodle Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543311586438825805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uG341fScaEc/SSrogRTUk6I/AAAAAAAAABI/rP-BFNXZrCc/S220/DSC01301_0033_033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184218859306334218.post-3686260061747920998</id><published>2008-12-04T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:09:41.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pigs In A Blanket</title><content type='html'>Only in Minnesota would this happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.kare11.com/news/news_article.aspx?storyid=" href="http://www.kare11.com/news/news_article.aspx?storyid=531127"&gt;http://www.kare11.com/news/news_article.aspx?storyid=531127&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to wonder if this was some sort of pig plot to escape... one of the pigs told the others that he had heard that when you are loaded into "one of these trucks" that you weren't really going on a field trip but to some place HORRIBLE.  So, they all got together, tipped the truck and tried to make a run for it... but they are all too fat to get very far and their little scheme turned into just a brief stopover instead of an escape.  THE END.  Or is it??!  Just as the truck is pulling away after being reloaded, you see the shadow of one of the pigs hiding behind a bush-- he made it and now he will have his revenge-- stay tuned for-- Pig Plot II.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184218859306334218-3686260061747920998?l=goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/feeds/3686260061747920998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/2008/12/pigs-in-blanket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184218859306334218/posts/default/3686260061747920998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184218859306334218/posts/default/3686260061747920998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/2008/12/pigs-in-blanket.html' title='Pigs In A Blanket'/><author><name>Good Times, Noodle Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543311586438825805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uG341fScaEc/SSrogRTUk6I/AAAAAAAAABI/rP-BFNXZrCc/S220/DSC01301_0033_033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184218859306334218.post-3365098585421752375</id><published>2008-12-03T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T09:59:42.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impressive Find</title><content type='html'>Every now and again, I'll be at home in the kitchen or living room and I'll hear a cry of surprise and wonderment. It is either 1 of 2 things... 1) Chris using "the tool" to dig wax out of his ears or 2) Chris using my tweezers (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ewww&lt;/span&gt;) to pluck hairs out of his nose.  He then immediately calls me to come and look at his find.  I have never seen anyone so fascinated by these two byproducts of the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, today I get back to my desk at work after giving a 1.5 hour presentation. I look at my e-mail and I have one from Chris with the following picture and the title line reads "Pulled This Out My Nose"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uG341fScaEc/STbFHBuek8I/AAAAAAAAACM/K-Nljis02JA/s1600-h/chrisprize.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275620738024248258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uG341fScaEc/STbFHBuek8I/AAAAAAAAACM/K-Nljis02JA/s320/chrisprize.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uG341fScaEc/STbFHBuek8I/AAAAAAAAACM/K-Nljis02JA/s1600-h/chrisprize.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uG341fScaEc/STbFHBuek8I/AAAAAAAAACM/K-Nljis02JA/s1600-h/chrisprize.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, that is a quarter to use in comparison! What an impressive man, huh??!! I am a lucky girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184218859306334218-3365098585421752375?l=goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/feeds/3365098585421752375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/2008/12/impressive-find.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184218859306334218/posts/default/3365098585421752375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184218859306334218/posts/default/3365098585421752375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/2008/12/impressive-find.html' title='Impressive Find'/><author><name>Good Times, Noodle Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543311586438825805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uG341fScaEc/SSrogRTUk6I/AAAAAAAAABI/rP-BFNXZrCc/S220/DSC01301_0033_033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uG341fScaEc/STbFHBuek8I/AAAAAAAAACM/K-Nljis02JA/s72-c/chrisprize.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184218859306334218.post-4018518001193036522</id><published>2008-11-26T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T14:09:45.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Eve</title><content type='html'>Yum, I just love Thanksgiving Eve.  Everyone at work is in an over-the-top deliriously happy mood.  EVERYONE.  Plus, tonight is traditionally the rowdiest night of the entire year-- although my husband claims that it is only rowdy for townies.  I am going to go ahead and completely disagree with him on this one and even though I am not going home to hang out with a bunch of people from high school or see old college friends, I am am still going out.  Really, I think that is what makes this night truly the most happening - everyone is in a good mood.  And why not?  It's the start of the holiday season, we have a 4 day weekend ahead, I get to eat A LOT tomorrow.  Let's face it, with the state of the economy, we are all in need of a little cheer and Thanksgiving arrived just in time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In keeping with tradition, I am going to name the top things that I am thankful for (I know it's cheesy, but it must be done):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My Husband, Chrissy&lt;br /&gt;-My Family- new (Joanne/Mike/Lisa/Ben/Jack) and old (Tit/Boob/Moesha/Skipper)&lt;br /&gt;-Health&lt;br /&gt;-Good Careers&lt;br /&gt;-My new Mt. Rushmore plate&lt;br /&gt;-Tivo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184218859306334218-4018518001193036522?l=goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/feeds/4018518001193036522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184218859306334218/posts/default/4018518001193036522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184218859306334218/posts/default/4018518001193036522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-eve.html' title='Thanksgiving Eve'/><author><name>Good Times, Noodle Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543311586438825805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uG341fScaEc/SSrogRTUk6I/AAAAAAAAABI/rP-BFNXZrCc/S220/DSC01301_0033_033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184218859306334218.post-7256156270638876592</id><published>2008-11-25T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T09:15:45.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's on!</title><content type='html'>Today I am oozing with excitement! Not because I only have one more day of work this week due to the Thanksgiving holiday or because I am going to see the long anticipated new James Bond movie this week (anyone who knows me, knows that I am a MASSIVE Bond geek), but mainly because tonight is the reunion show for the Real Housewives of Atlanta (AKA Hotlanta)!!!!! Seriously, I had my doubts that this latest installment of the Bravo series could be as good as the Real Housewives of NYC, but the ATL blew it (and the Orange county version- which I'm not really into) out of the water. Even Anderson Cooper is watching it. Given all of the dirt that has come out after the ladies finished shooting, the reunion is sure to be JUICY and a trainwreck. If you have not seen it, read this article &lt;a href="http://tv.yahoo.com/blog/how-real-are-the-real-housewives--40"&gt;http://tv.yahoo.com/blog/how-real-are-the-real-housewives--40&lt;/a&gt;, it will undoubtedly make you want to catch a marathon (which is sure to be airing afterall Bravo only has like 5 shows) sometime over this long weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184218859306334218-7256156270638876592?l=goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/feeds/7256156270638876592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184218859306334218/posts/default/7256156270638876592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184218859306334218/posts/default/7256156270638876592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodtimesnoodlesaladmn.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-on.html' title='It&apos;s on!'/><author><name>Good Times, Noodle Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543311586438825805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uG341fScaEc/SSrogRTUk6I/AAAAAAAAABI/rP-BFNXZrCc/S220/DSC01301_0033_033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184218859306334218.post-6074825311937305781</id><published>2008-11-24T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T13:20:07.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"It's not true. Some have great stories, pretty stories that take place at lakes with boats and friends and noodle salad. Just no one in this car. But, a lot of people, that's their story.&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Good times, noodle salad.&lt;/span&gt; What makes it so hard is not that you had it bad, but that you're that pissed that so many others had it good." - Melvin Udall (from As Good As It Gets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello blogging world! Today is day 1 of Good Times Noodle Salad. I have decided to start this blog mainly for myself and my husband so we can look back and see what we were doing at certain times in our life-- we are both currently 28 and freshly married. We live in MPLS which can be wonderful or extremely irritating. Wonderful when you are enjoying the many lakes and clean, quaint neighborhoods. Extremely irritating when you want to buy wine and you realize it's a Sunday so you can't. Plus, there's always the old "Minnesota Nice" syndrome which is the round about way that Minnesotans are able to insult each other while still smiling. It makes me a little crazy since I'm always second guessing what people really think of me and if they are being genuinely nice or if it's a back-handed compliment. All of this aside, I can promise you that I will NEVER use this blog to talk about the miserable weather in Minnesota… that's seriously all anyone ever talks about at work (well, at least during the winter). 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