<?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-5361252047074506247</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:21:20.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twzzlrnet :)</title><subtitle type='html'>If your friend is already dead and being eaten by vultures, I think it's ok to feed bits of your friend to the vulture, to teach it to do tricks or something. But ONLY if you're serious about adopting the vulture.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twzzlrgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5361252047074506247/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twzzlrgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Twzzlrgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05054024655885946646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__1TC4NK09tg/R6E2m1wLPzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sLSZuEo8MKc/S220/story.pearls.piggyback.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5361252047074506247.post-823389790666754218</id><published>2011-03-07T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T11:01:24.385-08:00</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/5361252047074506247-823389790666754218?l=twzzlrgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twzzlrgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/823389790666754218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5361252047074506247&amp;postID=823389790666754218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5361252047074506247/posts/default/823389790666754218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5361252047074506247/posts/default/823389790666754218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twzzlrgirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Twzzlrgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05054024655885946646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__1TC4NK09tg/R6E2m1wLPzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sLSZuEo8MKc/S220/story.pearls.piggyback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5361252047074506247.post-3115861255004453094</id><published>2008-02-02T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T18:36:51.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sick</title><content type='html'>I hate being sick. Yes, I hate the runny nose, the cough, the aches, the fever. But what I hate even more is that it is so boring. People call and ask what's wrong, and I say I have a cold. BOR-ing. So today, when people called and heard me all snuffly and miserable, I told them I was just diagnosed with the scurvy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I eat my oranges and take vitamin C like everyone else, but I just had this sudden urge to have the scurvy. Mostly because I like saying "The Scurvy." It makes me feel like I've been on a boat for ages, without proper food or vitamins, and I have something truly serious. It adds a dash of romance to my present condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, my friends think I'm crazy...that's ok. I'm sure I'll be better soon. Stay tuned for next week when I have a very bad case of the Rickets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5361252047074506247-3115861255004453094?l=twzzlrgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twzzlrgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3115861255004453094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5361252047074506247&amp;postID=3115861255004453094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5361252047074506247/posts/default/3115861255004453094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5361252047074506247/posts/default/3115861255004453094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twzzlrgirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-sick.html' title='I&apos;m Sick'/><author><name>Twzzlrgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05054024655885946646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__1TC4NK09tg/R6E2m1wLPzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sLSZuEo8MKc/S220/story.pearls.piggyback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5361252047074506247.post-6333020783537644970</id><published>2008-02-01T17:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:57:59.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1TC4NK09tg/R6PIilwLP2I/AAAAAAAAAAo/QB00a23F23w/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1TC4NK09tg/R6PIilwLP2I/AAAAAAAAAAo/QB00a23F23w/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162190094472003426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, I just went to see this movie. Before I review, I want to give a little background. I like horror movies that keep me at the edge of my seat and guessing until the end. I do not like gross out fare where creeps and chills are replaced by internal organs being thrown around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, besides the old standbys like the original Dracula, Wolfman and Frankenstein, I rank "The Ring" as one of the best movies I've ever seen. It didn't need to explain everything, it kept me guessing, had a wonderful ending, and the acting was pretty darn good for a horror movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to "The Eye." First off, Jessica Alba can't act. I'm thinking the people who did the screen test might have been blind themselves (or not thinking clearly because of Jessica's beautiful, um, brain). Anyway, I digress. She can't act. I act more convincingly frightened if I think I see a skunk in my garbage. The man who plays Paul has similar acting chops. I wanted to break his glasses and punch him in the nose by the second scene. At one point, Jessica says to him, "I didn't know you could be such an ass." Oh, I knew. And I was sitting in a seat munching popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The setup is ok -- woman is tied to someone with a secret. Must find secret to save herself and others. Blah, blah, blah. I've seen it all before. The Ring, One Missed Call, The Grudge. Too much of the same theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that recommends this movie: the ending is truly uplifting and the visuals will make you jump out of your seat. It is, therefore, not a movie you would see more than once (after you see the jumps and scares coming, it's not worth your time). But for a one time romp with popcorn and soda, I'd go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just make sure you pay the matinee price :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5361252047074506247-6333020783537644970?l=twzzlrgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twzzlrgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6333020783537644970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5361252047074506247&amp;postID=6333020783537644970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5361252047074506247/posts/default/6333020783537644970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5361252047074506247/posts/default/6333020783537644970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twzzlrgirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/eye.html' title='The Eye'/><author><name>Twzzlrgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05054024655885946646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__1TC4NK09tg/R6E2m1wLPzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sLSZuEo8MKc/S220/story.pearls.piggyback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1TC4NK09tg/R6PIilwLP2I/AAAAAAAAAAo/QB00a23F23w/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5361252047074506247.post-8084998444199641238</id><published>2008-02-01T12:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:57:59.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna See Ralph's World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1TC4NK09tg/R6OF0lwLP1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/8h1akT2m-QY/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1TC4NK09tg/R6OF0lwLP1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/8h1akT2m-QY/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162116736430587730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, friends. It was not long ago that my two small nieces wanted me to watch a show called "Ralph's World." I cringed. I hesitated. I made up a story about leaving my iron on at home. But no...they would not be dissuaded. I trudged upstairs, thinking that Ralph would be a dinosaur in (if not purple), then some other fairy-like color. Ahhhh...I couldn't have been more suprised or pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for turning this kiddie-rock icon into a middle-aged woman's fantasy, but this guy is crazy hot, long hair, glasses, and all. I have currently offered to take my nieces to see this man if he comes anywhere near Ohio. Does this make me a groupie??? I certainly hope so. I love you Ralph!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting my lighter all ready for his concert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5361252047074506247-8084998444199641238?l=twzzlrgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twzzlrgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8084998444199641238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5361252047074506247&amp;postID=8084998444199641238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5361252047074506247/posts/default/8084998444199641238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5361252047074506247/posts/default/8084998444199641238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twzzlrgirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-wanna-see-ralphs-world.html' title='I Wanna See Ralph&apos;s World'/><author><name>Twzzlrgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05054024655885946646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__1TC4NK09tg/R6E2m1wLPzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sLSZuEo8MKc/S220/story.pearls.piggyback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__1TC4NK09tg/R6OF0lwLP1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/8h1akT2m-QY/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5361252047074506247.post-4055714385874069677</id><published>2008-01-28T18:05:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T18:17:43.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Friends</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been a long time since I had a blog...I think I'll try again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it's a funny thing about the internet. People can seem so...so...normal. And yet, somehow, are actually lunatics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to hoping that no one who visits my website is a lunatic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more tomorrow...this was just to get me started. Goodnight, my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5361252047074506247-4055714385874069677?l=twzzlrgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twzzlrgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4055714385874069677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5361252047074506247&amp;postID=4055714385874069677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5361252047074506247/posts/default/4055714385874069677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5361252047074506247/posts/default/4055714385874069677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twzzlrgirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello-friends_28.html' title='Hello, Friends'/><author><name>Twzzlrgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05054024655885946646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__1TC4NK09tg/R6E2m1wLPzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sLSZuEo8MKc/S220/story.pearls.piggyback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
