<?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-1084224678299479255</id><updated>2011-12-28T22:57:00.103-08:00</updated><category term='Automobile'/><category term='Auto mechanic'/><category term='market funny'/><category term='Nail Care'/><category term='Video'/><category term='SPA'/><category term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Fun Stuff</title><subtitle type='html'>Things that make me laugh or at least smile!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-5595491022868587100</id><published>2010-06-30T16:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T09:25:53.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Automobile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Auto mechanic'/><title type='text'>Auto Repairs</title><content type='html'>OOPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: [GCFL.net] Auto Repairs&lt;br /&gt;Auto Repairs&lt;br /&gt;An auto mechanic received a repair order that said to check&lt;br /&gt;for a clunking noise when going around corners.&lt;br /&gt;He took the car out for a test drive and made two right&lt;br /&gt;turns, each time hearing a loud clunk.&lt;br /&gt;Back at the shop, he returned the car to the service manager&lt;br /&gt;with this note: "Removed bowling ball from trunk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="zemanta-pixie" style="height: 15px; 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about my latest adventures to the Nail Spa.&amp;nbsp; My good friend Anita sent me this youtube video.&amp;nbsp; It is sooooo very true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:99239910-ff2e-4f8b-85c3-394df9165e77" style="display: inline; float: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div id="5a23f178-63bc-447e-9102-dfa2d614472d" style="display: inline; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SsWrY77o77o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img alt="" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('5a23f178-63bc-447e-9102-dfa2d614472d'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/SsWrY77o77o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/SsWrY77o77o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; 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&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;LIVE your life at its fullest&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;LAUGH at all the things that don't matter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;LOVE with all that you have and more&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-5832083823095713559?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/5832083823095713559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=5832083823095713559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/5832083823095713559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/5832083823095713559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2010/06/photos-taken-at-just-right-angle.html' title='Photos Taken at Just the Right Angle'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/TB0q5_rZPfI/AAAAAAABEwY/U-1oc_TwQqM/s72-c/image001_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-5367715368367559831</id><published>2010-06-17T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T20:53:03.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Myth Busters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dsc.discovery.com/tv/mythbusters/"&gt;Myth Busters&lt;/a&gt; has become a staple in our home ever since Mark's cousin, Daniel, introduced him to it in 2007.&amp;nbsp; Last night Myth Busters aired their top 25 favorite "myths." We ended up "tivo'ing" it and watched it tonight. One of the myth's dealt with can you create fire from a fart.&amp;nbsp; Well, the below youtube video shows Adam finding that answer.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JWSIeI6jSNo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JWSIeI6jSNo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-5367715368367559831?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/5367715368367559831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=5367715368367559831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/5367715368367559831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/5367715368367559831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2010/06/myth-busters.html' title='Myth Busters'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-8785526835463393137</id><published>2010-06-07T13:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T13:49:08.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes it just doesn't pay to be honest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="h5"&gt;&lt;div bgcolor="white" link="blue" vlink="blue" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;blockquote style="border-style: none none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color rgb(16, 16, 255); border-width: medium medium medium 1.5pt; padding: 0in 0in 0in 4pt; margin-left: 3.75pt; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt;"&gt;     &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; Our teacher asked   us what our favorite animal was, and I said, &amp;quot;Fried chicken.&amp;quot; She   said I wasn&amp;#39;t funny, but she couldn&amp;#39;t have been right, everyone else in the   class laughed.&lt;br&gt;    &lt;br&gt;    My parents told me   to always be truthful and honest, and I am. Fried chicken is my favorite   animal. I told my dad what happened, and he said my teacher was probably a   member of PETA. He said they love animals very much. I do, too. Especially   chicken, pork and beef. Anyway, my teacher sent me to the principal&amp;#39;s office.   I told him what happened, and he laughed too. Then he told me not to do it   again.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; The next day in   class my teacher asked me what my favorite live animal was. I told her it was   chicken. She asked me why, just like she&amp;#39;d asked the other children. So I   told her it was because you could make them into fried chicken. She sent me   back to the principal&amp;#39;s office again. He laughed, and told me not to do it   again.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; I don&amp;#39;t understand.   My parents taught me to be honest, but my teacher doesn&amp;#39;t like it when I am.   Today, my teacher asked us to tell her what famous person we admire most.&lt;br&gt;    &lt;br&gt;    I told her, &amp;quot;Colonel Sanders&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;    &lt;br&gt;    Guess where I am now...??? &lt;br&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/blockquote&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-8785526835463393137?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/8785526835463393137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=8785526835463393137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/8785526835463393137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/8785526835463393137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2010/06/sometimes-it-just-doesnt-pay-to-be.html' title='Sometimes it just doesn&apos;t pay to be honest.'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-8203263666641108444</id><published>2010-05-29T16:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T16:35:04.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[GCFL.net] Mailing a Bible</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt; Subject: [GCFL.net] Mailing a Bible&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Mailing a Bible&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; There was a very gracious lady who was mailing an old family&lt;br&gt; Bible to her brother in another part of the country.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;Is there anything breakable in here?&amp;quot; asked the postal&lt;br&gt; clerk.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;Only the Ten Commandments,&amp;quot; answered the lady.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;Holly Magnuson&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magnusonhouse.com"&gt;www.magnusonhouse.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/hollymag"&gt;www.facebook.com/hollymag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/hollymag321"&gt;www.twitter.com/hollymag321&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-8203263666641108444?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/8203263666641108444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=8203263666641108444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/8203263666641108444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/8203263666641108444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2010/05/gcflnet-mailing-bible.html' title='[GCFL.net] Mailing a Bible'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-8355153448596851571</id><published>2010-05-26T18:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T18:38:09.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;Subject: [GCFL.net] Interesting Facts&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; To ensure that future mailings you receive from GCFL aren&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt; mistakenly blocked by antispam software, be sure to add the&lt;br&gt; &lt;a href="http://gcfl.net" target="_blank"&gt;gcfl.net&lt;/a&gt; domain to your list of allowed senders and&lt;br&gt; contacts.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Interesting Facts&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 1. Debra Winger was the voice of E.T.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 2. Pearls melt in vinegar.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 3. The three most valuable brand names on earth: Marlboro,&lt;br&gt; Coca-Cola, and Budweiser, in that order.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 4. It&amp;#39;s possible to lead a cow upstairs, but not downstairs.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 5. Humans are the only primates that don&amp;#39;t have pigment in&lt;br&gt; the palms of their hands.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 6. Ten percent of the Russian government&amp;#39;s income comes from&lt;br&gt; the sale of vodka.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 7. The sentence &amp;quot;The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy&lt;br&gt; dog&amp;quot; uses every letter in the alphabet. (Developed by&lt;br&gt; Western Union to test telex/two communications.)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 8. The only 15-letter word that can be spelled without&lt;br&gt; repeating a letter is &amp;quot;uncopyrightable.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 9. &amp;quot;Stewardesses&amp;quot; is the longest word that is typed with&lt;br&gt; only the left hand.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 10. No word in the English language rhymes with month,&lt;br&gt; orange, silver, or purple.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 11. A duck&amp;#39;s quack doesn&amp;#39;t echo, and no one knows why.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 12. The reason firehouses have circular stairways is from&lt;br&gt; the days of yore when the engines were pulled by horses. The&lt;br&gt; horses were stabled on the ground floor and figured out how&lt;br&gt; to walk up straight staircases.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 13. The airplane Buddy Holly died in was the &amp;quot;American Pie&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; (thus the name of the Don McLean song).&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 14. 111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 15. Clans of long ago that wanted to get rid of their&lt;br&gt; unwanted people without killing them used to burn their&lt;br&gt; houses down - hence the expression &amp;quot;to get fired.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 16. Only two people signed the Declaration of Independence&lt;br&gt; on July 4th, 1776: John Hancock and Charles Thomson. Most of&lt;br&gt; the rest signed on August 2, but the last signature wasn&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt; added until five years later.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 17. An ostrich&amp;#39;s eye is bigger than its brain.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 18. The longest recorded flight of a chicken is thirteen&lt;br&gt; seconds.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 19. The name &amp;quot;Jeep&amp;quot; came from the abbreviation used in the&lt;br&gt; army for the &amp;quot;General Purpose&amp;quot; vehicle, G.P.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 20. The highest point in Pennsylvania is lower than the&lt;br&gt; lowest point in Colorado.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 21. Nutmeg is extremely poisonous if injected intravenously.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 22. If you have three quarters, four dimes, and four&lt;br&gt; pennies, you have $1.19. You also have the largest amount of&lt;br&gt; money in coins without being able to make change for a&lt;br&gt; dollar.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 23. All of the clocks in the movie &amp;quot;Pulp Fiction&amp;quot; are stuck&lt;br&gt; on 4:20.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 24. The only two days of the year in which there are no&lt;br&gt; professional sports games (MLB, NBA, NHL, or NFL) are the&lt;br&gt; day before and the day after the Major League All-Star Game.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 25. Only one person in two billion will live to be 116 or&lt;br&gt; older.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 26. The mask used by Michael Myers in the original&lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;Halloween&amp;quot; was actually a Captain Kirk mask painted white.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 27. If you put a raisin in a glass of champagne, it will&lt;br&gt; keep floating to the top and sinking to the bottom.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 28. Snails can sleep for three years without eating.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 29. Actor Tommy Lee Jones and Vice President Al Gore were&lt;br&gt; freshman roommates at Harvard.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 30. The fingerprints of koala bears are virtually&lt;br&gt; indistinguishable from those of humans, so much so that they&lt;br&gt; could be confused at a crime scene.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 31. Any month that begins on a Sunday will always have a&lt;br&gt; Friday the 13th.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 32. James Doohan, who played Lt. Commander Montgomery Scott&lt;br&gt; on Star Trek, was missing the entire middle finger of his&lt;br&gt; right hand.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 33. The Eisenhower interstate system requires that one mile&lt;br&gt; in every five must be straight. These straight sections are&lt;br&gt; usable as airstrips in times of war or other emergencies.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 34. There are 293 ways to make change for a dollar.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-8355153448596851571?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/8355153448596851571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=8355153448596851571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/8355153448596851571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/8355153448596851571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2010/05/interesting-facts.html' title='Interesting Facts'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-6396733316641877824</id><published>2010-05-12T09:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T09:53:15.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLLOOOOOOOOO!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Tempus Sans ITC";color:#7030A0'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;table class=MsoNormalTable border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=0&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td valign=top style='padding:0in 0in 0in 0in'&gt;    &lt;div&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"'&gt;Love the    Blondes... oh yes!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES    style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS";color:#FFFC49'&gt;DISNEYLAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span    lang=ES style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS";color:black'&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span    style='color:black'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:16.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS";    color:black'&gt;Two blondes were going to Disneyland .&amp;nbsp; They were driving    on the Interstate when they saw the sign that said Disneyland LEFT.&amp;nbsp;    They started crying and turned around and went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span    style='color:black'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;table class=MsoNormalTable border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=0 width="100%"     style='width:100.0%'&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;      &lt;td width="100%" style='width:100.0%;padding:1.5pt 1.5pt 1.5pt 1.5pt'&gt;      &lt;div&gt;      &lt;div&gt;      &lt;div&gt;      &lt;div&gt;      &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Comic Sans MS"'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES      style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS";color:#FFFC49'&gt;FLORIDA      OR MOON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:      "Comic Sans MS";color:black'&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;div align=center&gt;      &lt;table class=MsoNormalTable border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=0&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;        &lt;td valign=top style='padding:0in 0in 0in 0in'&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Comic Sans MS"'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span        lang=ES style='font-size:16.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS";color:black'&gt;Two        blondes living in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:16.0pt;font-family:        "Comic Sans MS";color:black'&gt;Oklahoma were sitting on a bench talking,        and one blonde says to the other, 'Which do you think is farther away...        Florida or the moon?'&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES style='font-size:        16.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS";color:black'&gt;The other blonde turns        and says 'Helloooooooooo, can you see Florida ?????'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:        "Comic Sans MS";color:#FFFC49'&gt;CAR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:        "Comic Sans MS";color:#FFFC49'&gt;SPEEDING &lt;br&gt;        TICKET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:        "Comic Sans MS";color:black'&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:        "Comic Sans MS";color:black'&gt;A police officer stops a blonde for speeding        and asks her very nicely if he could see her license.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:        "Comic Sans MS";color:black'&gt;She replied in a huff, 'I wish you guys        would get your act together. &lt;br&gt;        Just yesterday you take away my license and then today you expect me to        show it to you!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:        "Comic Sans MS";color:#FFFC49'&gt;RIVER &lt;br&gt;        WALK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS";        color:black'&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:        "Comic Sans MS";color:black'&gt;There's this blonde out for a walk. She        comes to a river and sees another blonde on the opposite bank 'Yoo-hoo!'        she shouts, 'How can I get to the other side?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:        "Comic Sans MS";color:black'&gt;The second blonde looks up the river then        down the river and shouts back, 'You ARE on the other side.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span        lang=ES style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS";color:#1F497D'&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS";        color:#FFFC49'&gt;AT THE DOCTOR'S OFFICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES        style='font-size:100.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS";color:black'&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:        "Comic Sans MS";color:black'&gt;A gorgeous young redhead goes into the        doctor's office and said that her body hurt wherever she touched it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:        "Comic Sans MS";color:black'&gt;'Impossible!'&amp;nbsp;says the doctor.. 'Show        me.'&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:        "Comic Sans MS";color:black'&gt;The redhead took her finger, pushed on her        left shoulder and screamed, then she pushed her elbow and screamed even        more. She pushed her knee and screamed; likewise she pushed her ankle and        screamed. Everywhere she touched made her scream.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:        "Comic Sans MS";color:black'&gt;The doctor said, 'You're not really a        redhead, are you?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:        "Comic Sans MS";color:black'&gt;'Well, no' she said, 'I'm actually a        blonde.'&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:        "Comic Sans MS";color:black'&gt;'I thought so,' the doctor said, 'Your        finger is broken.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:        "Comic Sans MS";color:#FFFC49'&gt;KNITTING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES        style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS";color:black'&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:        "Comic Sans MS";color:black'&gt;A highway patrolman pulled alongside a        speeding car on the freeway. Glancing at the car, he was astounded to see        that the blonde behind the wheel was knitting! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:        "Comic Sans MS";color:black'&gt;Realizing that she was oblivious to his        flashing lights and siren, the trooper cranked down his window, turned on        his bullhorn and yelled, 'PULL OVER!'&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:        "Comic Sans MS";color:black'&gt;'NO!' the blonde yelled back, 'IT'S A        SCARF!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:        "Comic Sans MS";color:#FFFC49'&gt;BLONDE ON THE SUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span        lang=ES style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS";color:black'&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:        "Comic Sans MS";color:black'&gt;A Russian, an American, and a Blonde were        talking one day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:        "Comic Sans MS";color:black'&gt;The Russian said, 'We were the first in        space!'&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:        "Comic Sans MS";color:black'&gt;The American said, 'We were the first on the        moon!'&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:        "Comic Sans MS";color:black'&gt;The Blonde said, 'So what? We're going to be        the first on the sun!'&amp;nbsp; The Russian and the American looked at each        other and shook their heads. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:        "Comic Sans MS";color:black'&gt;'You can't land on the sun, you idiot!        You'll burn up!' said the Russian.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:        "Comic Sans MS";color:black'&gt;To which the Blonde replied, 'We're not        stupid, you know. We're going at night!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:        "Comic Sans MS";color:#FFFC49'&gt;IN A VACUUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES        style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS";color:black'&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:        "Comic Sans MS";color:black'&gt;A blonde was playing Trivial Pursuit one        night... It was her turn. She rolled the dice and she landed on Science        &amp;amp; Nature. Her question was, 'If you are in a vacuum and someone calls        your name, can you hear it?' She thought for a time and then asked, 'Is        it on or off?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:        "Comic Sans MS";color:#FFFC49'&gt;FINALLY, &lt;br&gt;        THE BLONDE JOKE TO END ALL BLONDE JOKES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span        style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS";color:#FFFC49'&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;        &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=ES style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:        "Comic Sans MS";color:black'&gt;A girl was visiting her blonde friend, who        had acquired two new dogs, and asked her what their names were. The        blonde responded by saying that one was named Rolex and one was named        Timex. Her friend said, 'Whoever heard of someone naming dogs like        that?'&amp;nbsp; 'HELLLOOOOOOO......,' answered the blonde. 'They're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span        lang=ES style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS"'&gt;watchdogs!'&lt;span        style='color:black'&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;/table&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;/table&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;/table&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";  color:black'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-6396733316641877824?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/6396733316641877824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=6396733316641877824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/6396733316641877824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/6396733316641877824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2010/05/helllooooooooo.html' title='HELLLOOOOOOOOO!!!!!'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-1989519082080980993</id><published>2010-05-10T15:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T15:07:36.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gripe Sheet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Remember, it takes a college degree to fly a plane for a&lt;br&gt;major airline, but only a high school diploma to fix one.&lt;br&gt;After every flight, Qantas pilots fill out a form, called a&lt;br&gt;"Gripe Sheet," which tells mechanics about problems with the&lt;br&gt;aircraft.&lt;br&gt;The mechanics correct the problems and document their&lt;br&gt;repairs on the form, and then pilots review the Gripe Sheets&lt;br&gt;before the next flight. Never let it be said that ground&lt;br&gt;crews lack a sense of humor.&lt;br&gt;Here are some actual maintenance complaints submitted by&lt;br&gt;Qantas' pilots (marked with a P) and the solutions recorded&lt;br&gt;(marked with an S) by maintenance engineers.&lt;br&gt;P: Suspected crack in windshield.&lt;br&gt;S: Suspect you're right.&lt;br&gt;P: Aircraft handles funny.&lt;br&gt;S: Aircraft warned to straighten up, fly right, and be&lt;br&gt;serious.&lt;br&gt;P: Target radar hums.&lt;br&gt;S: Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics.&lt;br&gt;P: Mouse in cockpit.&lt;br&gt;S: Cat installed.&lt;br&gt;P: Noise coming from under instrument panel. Sounds like a&lt;br&gt;midget pounding on something with a hammer.&lt;br&gt;S: Took hammer away from midget.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-1989519082080980993?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/1989519082080980993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=1989519082080980993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/1989519082080980993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/1989519082080980993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2010/05/gripe-sheet.html' title='Gripe Sheet'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-4728415376467960396</id><published>2010-05-08T18:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T18:00:08.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Drinker</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Fast Drinker&lt;br&gt;A guy goes into a bar, orders twelve beers, and starts drinking them as&lt;br&gt;fast as he can.&lt;br&gt;The bartender asks, "Why are you drinking so fast?"&lt;br&gt;The guy replies, "You would be drinking fast if you had what I had."&lt;br&gt;The bartender asks, "What do you have?"&lt;br&gt;The guy replies, "No money."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-4728415376467960396?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/4728415376467960396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=4728415376467960396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/4728415376467960396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/4728415376467960396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2010/05/fast-drinker.html' title='Fast Drinker'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-740988433166164690</id><published>2010-03-12T11:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T11:07:58.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth be known!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;With time, women gain weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;because we accumulate so much information&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and wisdom in our heads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;that when there is no more room,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;it distributes out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;to the rest of our bodies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So we aren't heavy, we are enormously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;cultured, educated and happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Beginning today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;when I look at my butt in the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I will think, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Good grief, look how smart I am!&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/1084224678299479255-740988433166164690?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/740988433166164690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=740988433166164690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/740988433166164690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/740988433166164690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2010/03/truth-be-known.html' title='The truth be known!'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-5634937867372758658</id><published>2010-03-04T11:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T11:07:53.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, When I’m an Old Lady!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When I'm An Old Lady&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When I'm an old lady, I'll live with my son, and make his life happy and filled with such fun, I want to pay back all the joy he's provided, returning each deed. Oh, he'll be so excited . . . when I'm an old lady and live with my son.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'll write on the wall with red, white, and blue; and bounce on the furniture wearing my shoes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'll drink from the carton and then leave it out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'll stuff all the toilets and oh, will he shout!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;. . . when I'm an old lady and live with my son.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When he's on the phone and just out of reach, I'll get into things like sugar and bleach.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh, he'll snap his fingers and then shake his head, and when he is done I'll hide under the bed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;. . . when I'm an old lady and live with my son.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When my son's wife cooks dinner and calls me to meals, I'll not eat my green beans or salads congealed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'll gag on my okra, spill milk on the table, and when she gets angry, run fast as I'm able.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;. . . when I'm an old lady and live with my son.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'll sit close to the TV, thru the channels I'll click, I'll cross both my eyes to see if they stick, I'll take off my socks and throw one away, and play in the mud until the end of the day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;. . . when I'm an old lady and live with my son.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And later, in bed, I'll lie back and sigh, and thank God in prayer and then close my eyes; and my son will look down with a smile slowly creeping, and say with a groan, &amp;quot;She's so sweet when she's sleeping,&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;. . . when I'm an old lady and live with my son.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-5634937867372758658?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/5634937867372758658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=5634937867372758658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/5634937867372758658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/5634937867372758658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2010/03/yes-when-im-old-lady.html' title='Yes, When I’m an Old Lady!'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-7652488670848888785</id><published>2010-02-07T14:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T14:25:05.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Male or Female?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A cute one from my sister:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Male or Female?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&amp;#160; You might not have known this, but a lot of non-living objects are actually either male or female.&amp;#160; Here are some examples:&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="642"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/S289eTYi9oI/AAAAAAAAKI8/YJRgbj0uA2Q/s1600-h/gladwrap%5B2%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="gladwrap" border="0" alt="gladwrap" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/S289fW_ZTlI/AAAAAAAAKJA/aEVvZl7H9LM/gladwrap_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="154" height="154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="440"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FREEZER BAGS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;:              &lt;br /&gt;They are male, because they hold everything in, but you can see right through them. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/S289gUbxqJI/AAAAAAAAKJE/1ZJM8cBQqYI/s1600-h/photocopier%5B2%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="photocopier" border="0" alt="photocopier" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/S289hnfvTqI/AAAAAAAAKJI/Q-ia6iBXxhI/photocopier_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="126" height="167" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="440"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;PHOTOCOPIERS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;:              &lt;br /&gt;These are female, because once turned off; it takes a while to warm them up again. They are an effective reproductive device if the right buttons are pushed, but can also wreak havoc if you push the wrong Buttons.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/S289ic2uH5I/AAAAAAAAKJM/eHyKLI71tgs/s1600-h/tire%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="tire" border="0" alt="tire" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/S289jQBvkNI/AAAAAAAAKJQ/1jHilhRva8k/tire_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="112" height="120" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="440"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;TIRES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;:              &lt;br /&gt;Tires are male, because they go bald easily and are often over inflated&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/S289kKygj1I/AAAAAAAAKJU/ty6qQeJAwxc/s1600-h/hot%20air%20baloon%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="hot air baloon" border="0" alt="hot air baloon" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/S289k4g1ixI/AAAAAAAAKJY/Yg3J3fT9Gxw/hot%20air%20baloon_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="141" height="181" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="440"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;HOT AIR BALLOONS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;:              &lt;br /&gt;Also a male object, because to get them to go anywhere, you have to light a fire under their butt.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/S289ltvRieI/AAAAAAAAKJc/fakBYAkXNps/s1600-h/sponges%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="sponges" border="0" alt="sponges" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/S289miwjwFI/AAAAAAAAKJg/P5N331zMneA/sponges_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="225" height="114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="440"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;SPONGES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;:              &lt;br /&gt;These are female, because they are soft, squeezable and retain water.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/S289ngNtoNI/AAAAAAAAKJk/pM3LOG6XRHQ/s1600-h/web%20pages%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="web pages" border="0" alt="web pages" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/S289pJhjW8I/AAAAAAAAKJo/PCWg_ml2Ocw/web%20pages_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="136" height="167" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="440"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;WEB PAGES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;:              &lt;br /&gt;Female, because they're constantly being looked at and frequently getting hit on.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/S289qhFpO8I/AAAAAAAAKJs/w6GpFhhDB-0/s1600-h/egg%20timer%5B2%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline" title="egg timer" alt="egg timer" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/S289sRR3akI/AAAAAAAAKJw/tPiI1l-1DTA/egg%20timer_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="160" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="440"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;EGG TIMERS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;Egg timers are female because, over time, all the weight shifts to the bottom.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/S289tT56JmI/AAAAAAAAKJ0/t6favb522TM/s1600-h/hammer%5B2%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline" title="hammer" alt="hammer" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/S289uYqM46I/AAAAAAAAKJ4/8KQnTXIUtNU/hammer_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="108" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="440"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAMMERS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;:              &lt;br /&gt;Male, because in the last 5000 years, they've hardly changed at all, and are occasionally handy to have around.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/S289vUXch6I/AAAAAAAAKJ8/CfJVgVSm8lo/s1600-h/remote%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="remote" border="0" alt="remote" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/S289wbpUs8I/AAAAAAAAKKA/PpCkyaezNKI/remote_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="155" height="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="440"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE REMOTECONTROL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;:              &lt;br /&gt;Female. Ha! You probably thought it would&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;be male, but consider this: It easily gives a man pleasure, he'd be lost without it, and while he doesn't always know which buttons to push, he just keeps trying &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-7652488670848888785?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/7652488670848888785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=7652488670848888785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/7652488670848888785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/7652488670848888785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2010/02/is-it-male-or-female.html' title='Is it Male or Female?'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/S289fW_ZTlI/AAAAAAAAKJA/aEVvZl7H9LM/s72-c/gladwrap_thumb.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-4812634817441504300</id><published>2010-01-07T09:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T09:52:56.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you!</title><content type='html'>I just want to thank all of you for your educational e-mails over the past year. I am totally screwed up now and have little chance of recovery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I no longer open a public bathroom door without using a paper towel or have them put lemon slices in my ice water without worrying about the bacteria on the lemon peel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can't use the remote in a hotel room because I don't know what the last person was doing while flipping through the adult movie channels. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I can't sit down on the hotel bedspread because I can only imagine what has happened on it since it was last washed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have trouble shaking hands with someone who has been driving because the number one pastime while driving alone is picking ones nose (although cell phone usage may be taking the number one spot).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Eating a little snack sends me on a guilt trip because I can only imagine how many gallons of Trans fats I have consumed over the years. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can't touch any woman's purse for fear she has placed it on the floor of a public bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I MUST SEND MY SPECIAL THANKS to whoever sent me the one about poop in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet sponge with every envelope that needs sealing. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ALSO, now I have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl (Penny Brown) who is about to die in the hospital for the 1,387,258th time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Bill Gates/Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me, and St. Theresa's Novena has granted my every wish. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I no longer eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; THANKS TO YOU I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward an e-mail to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BECAUSE OF YOUR CONCERN, I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I no longer can buy gasoline without taking someone along to watch the car so a serial killer won't crawl in my back seat when I'm pumping gas. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I no longer drink Pepsi or Dr. Pepper since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put 'Under God' on their cans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I no longer use Saran Wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;AND THANKS FOR LETTING ME KNOW I can't boil a cup of water in the microwave anymore because it will blow up in my face... Disfiguring me for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I no longer receive packages from UPS or Fed Ex since they are actually Al Qaeda in disguise. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I no longer shop at Target since they are French and don't support our American troops or the Salvation Army. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica , Uganda , Singapore , and Uzbekistan ...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I no longer buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now have their recipe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; THANKS TO YOU I can't use anyone's toilet but mine because a big brown African spider is lurking under the seat to cause me instant death when it bites my butt.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; AND THANKS TO YOUR GREAT ADVICE I can't ever pick up $5.00 dropped in the parking lot because it probably was placed there by a sex molester waiting underneath my car to grab my leg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can no longer drive my car because I can't buy gas from certain gas companies!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I can't do any gardening because I'm afraid I'll get bitten by the brown recluse and my hand will fall off.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; And I now keep my toothbrush in the living room, because water splashes over 6 ft. out of the commode.   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;  If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 p.m. Tomorrow afternoon and the fleas from 12 camels will infest your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbors' ex-mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's beautician . .. . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   Oh, by the way..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A German scientist from Argentina , after a lengthy study, has discovered that people with insufficient brain activity read their e-mail with their hand on the mouse…&lt;br /&gt; Don't bother taking it off now, it's too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-4812634817441504300?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/4812634817441504300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=4812634817441504300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/4812634817441504300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/4812634817441504300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2010/01/thank-you.html' title='Thank you!'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-5285416311215183740</id><published>2009-11-24T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T19:35:07.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Muppets!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgbNymZ7vqY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgbNymZ7vqY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-5285416311215183740?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/5285416311215183740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=5285416311215183740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/5285416311215183740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/5285416311215183740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2009/11/muppets.html' title='The Muppets!'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-8435946934884897019</id><published>2009-08-01T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T11:42:38.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cow, The Constitution, and the 10 Commandments</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE COW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is it just me, or does anyone else find it amazing that during the mad cow epidemic our government could track a single cow, born in Canada almost three years ago, right to the stall where she slept in the state of Washington ? And, they tracked her calves to their stalls... But they are unable to locate 11 million illegal aliens wandering around our country. Maybe we should give each of them a cow…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE CONSTITUTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;They keep talking about drafting a Constitution for Iraq ... Why don't we just give them ours? It was written by a lot of really smart guys, it has worked for over 200 years, and we're not using it anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE 10 COMMANDMENTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The real reason that we can't have the Ten Commandments posted in a courthouse or Congress is this -- you cannot post 'Thou Shalt Not Steal' 'Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery' and 'Thou Shall Not Lie' in a building full of lawyers, judges and politicians ... it creates a hostile work environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-8435946934884897019?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/8435946934884897019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=8435946934884897019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/8435946934884897019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/8435946934884897019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2009/08/cow-constitution-and-10-commandments.html' title='The Cow, The Constitution, and the 10 Commandments'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-6901952119003370167</id><published>2009-07-23T16:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:24:50.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tech Support Email</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dear Tech Support:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Last year I upgraded from Boyfriend 5.0 to Husband 1.0 and noticed a slowdown in the overall performance, particularly in the flower and jewelry applications that had operated flawlessly under Boyfriend 5.0. In addition, Husband 1.0 uninstalled many other valuable programs, such as Romance&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;9.5 and Personal Attention 6.5, but installed undesirable programs such as NFL 5.0 and NBA 3.0. And now Conversation 8.0 no longer runs and House Cleaning 2.6 simply crashes the system. I've tried running Nagging 5.3 to fix these problems, but to no avail.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What can I do?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Signed,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Desperate&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dear Desperate:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;First keep in mind; Boyfriend 5.0 is an entertainment package, while Husband 1.0 is an operating system. Try entering the command&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;C:// I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and download Tears 6.2 to install Guilt 3.0. If all works as designed, Husband 1.0 should then automatically run the applications Jewelry 2.0 and Flowers 3.5.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But remember, overuse can cause Husband 1.0 to default to Grumpy Silence 2.5, Happy Hour 7.0 or Beer 6.1. Beer 6.1 is a very bad program that will create Snoring Loudly.wav files.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Whatever you do, DO NOT install Mother-in-Law 1.0 or reinstall another Boyfriend program. These are not supported applications and will crash Husband 1.0.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In summary, Husband 1.0 is a great program, but it does have a limited memory and cannot learn new applications quickly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You might consider additional software to improve memory and performance. I personally recommend Hot Food 3.0 and Lingerie 6.9.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Good Luck,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Joyce at Tech Support&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-6901952119003370167?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/6901952119003370167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=6901952119003370167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/6901952119003370167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/6901952119003370167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2009/07/tech-support-email.html' title='Tech Support Email'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-8474263009148589025</id><published>2009-07-19T14:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T14:36:00.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life - It's all about how you look at it</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.     &lt;br /&gt;One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.      &lt;br /&gt;His bed was next to the room's only window.      &lt;br /&gt;The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;The men talked for hours on end.&lt;/i&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.      &lt;br /&gt;Every afternoon,&amp;#160; when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.      &lt;br /&gt;The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.      &lt;br /&gt;The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.      &lt;br /&gt;Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.      &lt;br /&gt;As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.      &lt;br /&gt;One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.      &lt;br /&gt;Although the other man could not hear the band, he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.      &lt;br /&gt;Days, weeks and months passed.      &lt;br /&gt;One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.&lt;/i&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.      &lt;br /&gt;As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.      &lt;br /&gt;Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.&lt;/i&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.      &lt;br /&gt;It faced a blank wall.      &lt;br /&gt;The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.      &lt;br /&gt;The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.      &lt;br /&gt;She said, 'Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Epilogue:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.      &lt;br /&gt;Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.      &lt;br /&gt;If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.      &lt;br /&gt;'Today is a gift, that is why it is called&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Present&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;.'     &lt;br /&gt;The origin of this letter is unknown, but it brings good luck to everyone who passes it on.      &lt;br /&gt;Do not keep this letter.      &lt;br /&gt;Just forward it to your friends to whom you wish blessings.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-8474263009148589025?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/8474263009148589025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=8474263009148589025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/8474263009148589025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/8474263009148589025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-it-all-about-how-you-look-at-it.html' title='Life - It&amp;#39;s all about how you look at it'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-7009355592654735936</id><published>2009-07-11T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T14:04:22.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Test Post</title><content type='html'>Just checking something...  very funny eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-7009355592654735936?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/7009355592654735936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=7009355592654735936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/7009355592654735936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/7009355592654735936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2009/07/test-post.html' title='Test Post'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-6114832367138239847</id><published>2009-06-29T09:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T09:15:13.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graveside Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10pt'&gt;The graveside service just barely finished, when there was massive clap of thunder, followed by a tremendous bolt of lightning, accompanied by even more thunder rumbling in the distance.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The little old man looked at the pastor and calmly said, "Well, she's there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-6114832367138239847?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/6114832367138239847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=6114832367138239847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/6114832367138239847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/6114832367138239847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2009/06/graveside-service.html' title='Graveside Service'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-6399774008344923341</id><published>2009-06-01T11:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:29:04.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glass of Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One night a father sent his son upstairs to bed. Five minutes later the boy screamed, ''Dad! Can you get me a glass of water!?!''&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;''No. You had your chance. Be quiet and go to sleep.''&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A minute later the boy screamed, ''Dad!! Can you PLEASE get me a glass of water?''&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;''No. You had your chance. Next time you ask I'll come up there and spank you.''&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A minute later the boy yelled, ''Dad, when you come up to spank me can you bring me a glass of water?''&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think the boy was thirsty!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-6399774008344923341?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/6399774008344923341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=6399774008344923341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/6399774008344923341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/6399774008344923341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2009/06/glass-of-water.html' title='Glass of Water'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-8762282203210498663</id><published>2009-05-06T22:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:03:14.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Business</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My mother began getting calls from people who misdialed the similar number of a new computer repair business. Mom, who had had her number for years, asked the owner of the company to have the number changed. He refused. The calls kept coming day and night.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Finally, Mom began telling the people who called that the company had gone out of business. Within a week, the computer repair company voluntarily changed its number.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-8762282203210498663?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/8762282203210498663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=8762282203210498663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/8762282203210498663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/8762282203210498663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2009/05/out-of-business.html' title='Out of Business'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-7609554722267292193</id><published>2009-05-01T15:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:00:05.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How my day has been....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="400"&gt;         &lt;h3&gt;First... I had trouble getting out of bed...&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="400"&gt;         &lt;h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/Sft9kgrV1yI/AAAAAAAAHAI/-5eO4UhhgwU/clip_image001%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="223" alt="clip_image001" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/Sft9lm96QzI/AAAAAAAAHAM/kzrUjCUFe3g/clip_image001_thumb.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="400"&gt;         &lt;h3&gt;I had a stiff neck...&lt;/h3&gt;          &lt;h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/Sft9mmEoWYI/AAAAAAAAHAQ/oePO_eAC-rw/clip_image001%5B4%5D%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="203" alt="clip_image001[4]" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/Sft9nZg_7SI/AAAAAAAAHAU/VRhkOeBCHz8/clip_image001%5B4%5D_thumb.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="400"&gt;         &lt;h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;I washed my hair and couldn't do a thing with it &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="400"&gt;         &lt;h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/Sft9ooWfCOI/AAAAAAAAHAY/3SyYaDq9XFI/clip_image001%5B6%5D%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="169" alt="clip_image001[6]" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/Sft9pXmJ_yI/AAAAAAAAHAc/k559hBjZ-40/clip_image001%5B6%5D_thumb.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="400"&gt;         &lt;h3&gt;My new diet really doesn't seem to be working out &lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="400"&gt;         &lt;h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/Sft9qebyH-I/AAAAAAAAHAg/rjp8uxXMEMA/clip_image001%5B8%5D%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="clip_image001[8]" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/Sft9qqSLGiI/AAAAAAAAHAk/7o3UJ-9kOA8/clip_image001%5B8%5D_thumb.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="400"&gt;         &lt;h3&gt;I pulled a muscle when I tried to exercise &lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="400"&gt;         &lt;h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/Sft9rcdVuyI/AAAAAAAAHAo/c-WRUYaz6bE/clip_image001%5B10%5D%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="140" alt="clip_image001[10]" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/Sft9sDPvRPI/AAAAAAAAHAs/z-bnzg6_Zd4/clip_image001%5B10%5D_thumb.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="400"&gt;         &lt;h3&gt;The boss chewed me out at work&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="400"&gt;         &lt;h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/Sft9subTPII/AAAAAAAAHAw/wuCNEuehj2g/clip_image001%5B12%5D%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="132" alt="clip_image001[12]" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/Sft9tT9HpqI/AAAAAAAAHA0/SaKZb9sME3I/clip_image001%5B12%5D_thumb.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="400"&gt;         &lt;h3&gt;I got caught in the rain at lunchtime&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="400"&gt;         &lt;h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/Sft9uE4LCzI/AAAAAAAAHA4/Yr53yS0pUSE/clip_image001%5B14%5D%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="clip_image001[14]" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/Sft9vTYJ-_I/AAAAAAAAHA8/6GTQuaFwnwg/clip_image001%5B14%5D_thumb.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="400"&gt;         &lt;h3&gt;Then the lunch I had didn't seem to agree with me&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="400"&gt;         &lt;h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/Sft9wBnU4iI/AAAAAAAAHBA/7vn3rPm4Rzk/clip_image001%5B16%5D%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="clip_image001[16]" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/Sft9w5hm_KI/AAAAAAAAHBE/7FepXbhNPWg/clip_image001%5B16%5D_thumb.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="400"&gt;         &lt;h3&gt;I feel trapped in my job&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="400"&gt;         &lt;h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/Sft9x6AYQbI/AAAAAAAAHBI/YEUBx4H5XA4/clip_image001%5B18%5D%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="196" alt="clip_image001[18]" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/Sft9yooccMI/AAAAAAAAHBM/kUV8KiOZAuw/clip_image001%5B18%5D_thumb.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="400"&gt;         &lt;h3&gt;I had uninvited guess show up for dinner&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="400"&gt;         &lt;h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/Sft9y6nMUYI/AAAAAAAAHBQ/_URew0jdvjs/clip_image001%5B20%5D%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="186" alt="clip_image001[20]" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/Sft9zroDtpI/AAAAAAAAHBU/6VXz-Q6oSfQ/clip_image001%5B20%5D_thumb.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="400"&gt;         &lt;h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/Sft9y6nMUYI/AAAAAAAAHBQ/_URew0jdvjs/clip_image001%5B20%5D%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On top of everything else I think I'm coming down with the flu...&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="400"&gt;         &lt;h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/Sft90r_zFxI/AAAAAAAAHBY/OoZFcpMzDzI/clip_image001%5B22%5D%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="clip_image001[22]" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/Sft91EysGEI/AAAAAAAAHBc/Hf8rqgZWXpg/clip_image001%5B22%5D_thumb.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="400"&gt;         &lt;h3&gt;And finally, I'm alone in the house at night when I think I hear a noise in the basement &lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="400"&gt;         &lt;h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/Sft92ZIZxiI/AAAAAAAAHBg/rbEOMIN1en0/clip_image001%5B24%5D%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="clip_image001[24]" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/Sft93TT8trI/AAAAAAAAHBk/EsnbyZYfXjc/clip_image001%5B24%5D_thumb.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="400"&gt;         &lt;h3&gt;Hopefully tomorrow will be better...&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="400"&gt;         &lt;h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/Sft93_VYvkI/AAAAAAAAHBo/AjAsW08WRlI/clip_image001%5B3%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="clip_image001" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/Sft940lIpnI/AAAAAAAAHBs/sUhEVmMX8qc/clip_image001_thumb.gif" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="400"&gt;         &lt;h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;Handle every stressful situation like a dog &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;         &lt;b&gt;           &lt;h3&gt;If you can't eat it or play with it, &lt;/h3&gt;            &lt;h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just pee on it and walk away.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;h3&gt;         &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;       &lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/Sft9y6nMUYI/AAAAAAAAHBQ/_URew0jdvjs/clip_image001%5B20%5D%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/Sft92ZIZxiI/AAAAAAAAHBg/rbEOMIN1en0/clip_image001%5B24%5D%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/Sft93_VYvkI/AAAAAAAAHBo/AjAsW08WRlI/clip_image001%5B3%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-7609554722267292193?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/7609554722267292193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=7609554722267292193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/7609554722267292193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/7609554722267292193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-my-day-has-been.html' title='How my day has been....'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/Sft9lm96QzI/AAAAAAAAHAM/kzrUjCUFe3g/s72-c/clip_image001_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-7917987899694607985</id><published>2009-04-23T11:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T11:04:49.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/SfCtwKyRlQI/AAAAAAAAG-w/8y_uKZDG9kQ/wine%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="wine" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/SfCtwZIZT5I/AAAAAAAAG-0/R5R_n4iYAH0/wine_thumb.jpg" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was nervous the night my husband and I brought our three young sons to an upscale restaurant for the first time. My husband ordered a bottle of wine with the meal. When the server brought it, our children became quiet as she began the ritual uncorking. She poured a small amount for me to taste, and then our six-year-old piped up, &amp;quot;Mom usually drinks a lot more than that!&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-7917987899694607985?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/7917987899694607985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=7917987899694607985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/7917987899694607985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/7917987899694607985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2009/04/wine.html' title='Wine'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/SfCtwZIZT5I/AAAAAAAAG-0/R5R_n4iYAH0/s72-c/wine_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-5989306029280476702</id><published>2009-04-08T11:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:28:39.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Sally was out driving her car and while stopped at a red    &lt;br /&gt;light, the car just died. It was a busy intersection, and    &lt;br /&gt;the traffic behind her starting growing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;The guy in the car directly behind her started honking his    &lt;br /&gt;horn continuously as Sally continued to try getting the car    &lt;br /&gt;to start up again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Finally Sally gets out of her car and approaches the guy in    &lt;br /&gt;the car behind her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I can't seem to get my car started,&amp;quot; Sally said, smiling.    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Would you be a sweetheart and go and see if you can get it    &lt;br /&gt;started for me. I'll stay here in your car and lean on your    &lt;br /&gt;horn for you.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-5989306029280476702?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/5989306029280476702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=5989306029280476702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/5989306029280476702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/5989306029280476702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2009/04/car-problems.html' title='Car Problems'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-7959175713532971894</id><published>2009-04-05T16:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T16:39:43.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TWENTY  NINE LINES TO MAKE YOU  SMILE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;My husband and I divorced over religious differences.&amp;#160; He thought he was God and I didn&amp;#8217;t.&amp;#160; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I&amp;#160; don't suffer from insanity; I enjoy every minute&amp;#160; of it.&amp;#160; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Some&amp;#160; people are alive only because it's illegal to kill&amp;#160; them.&amp;#160; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I&amp;#160; used to have a handle on life, but it&amp;#160; broke.&amp;#160; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Don't&amp;#160; take life too seriously; No one gets out&amp;#160; alive.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;You're&amp;#160; just jealous because the voices only talk to me&amp;#160; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder.&amp;#160; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Earth&amp;#160; is the insane asylum for the&amp;#160; universe.&amp;#160; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I'm&amp;#160; not a complete idiot -- Some parts are just&amp;#160; missing. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Out of my mind. Back in five minutes.&amp;#160; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;NyQuil,&amp;#160; the stuffy, sneezy,&amp;#160; why-the-heck-is-the-room-spinning&amp;#160; medicine.&amp;#160; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;God must love stupid people; He made so&amp;#160; many. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;The&amp;#160; gene pool could use a little&amp;#160; chlorine.&amp;#160; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Consciousness:&amp;#160; That annoying time between&amp;#160; naps.&amp;#160; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Ever stop to think, and forget to start&amp;#160; again? &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Being&amp;#160; 'over the hill' is much better than being under&amp;#160; it!&amp;#160; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Wrinkled&amp;#160; Was Not One of the Things I Wanted to Be When I&amp;#160; Grew up.&amp;#160; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Procrastinate Now!&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I&amp;#160; Have a Degree in Liberal Arts; Do You Want Fries&amp;#160; With That?&amp;#160; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;A&amp;#160; hangover is the wrath of grapes.&amp;#160; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;A&amp;#160; journey of a thousand miles begins with a cash&amp;#160; advance.&amp;#160; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Stupidity is not a handicap. Park elsewhere!&amp;#160; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;They call it PMS because Mad Cow Disease was already&amp;#160; taken.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;He&amp;#160; who dies with the most toys is nonetheless&amp;#160; DEAD.&amp;#160; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;A&amp;#160; picture is worth a thousand&amp;#160; words,&amp;#160; but it uses up three thousand times the&amp;#160; memory.&amp;#160; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Ham and eggs...A day's work for a chicken, a&amp;#160; lifetime commitment for a&amp;#160; pig. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;The&amp;#160; trouble with life is there's no background&amp;#160; music.&amp;#160; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;The&amp;#160; original point and click interface was a Smith&amp;#160; &amp;amp; Wesson. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I&amp;#160; smile because I don't know what the hell is going&amp;#160; on.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Appreciate every single thing you have, especially your friends!    &lt;br /&gt;Life is too short and friends are too few!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-7959175713532971894?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/7959175713532971894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=7959175713532971894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/7959175713532971894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/7959175713532971894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2009/04/twenty-nine-lines-to-make-you-smile.html' title='TWENTY  NINE LINES TO MAKE YOU  SMILE'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-4876457820845458361</id><published>2009-04-02T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T12:19:17.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Medical Advice</title><content type='html'>One day, after a man had his annual physical, the doctor came out and said, "You had a great checkup. Is there anything that you'd like to talk about or ask me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," he said, "I was thinking about getting a vasectomy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's a pretty big decision. Have you talked it over with your family?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, and they're in favor 15 to 2."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-4876457820845458361?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/4876457820845458361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=4876457820845458361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/4876457820845458361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/4876457820845458361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2009/04/medical-advice.html' title='Medical Advice'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-7113758179163282967</id><published>2009-03-30T19:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:37:12.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Towns!</title><content type='html'>Those who grew up in small towns will laugh when they read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who didn't will be in disbelief and won't understand how true it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You can name everyone you graduated with.&lt;br /&gt;2) You know what 4-H means.&lt;br /&gt;3) You went to parties at a pasture, barn, gravel pit, or in the middle of a dirt road. On Monday you could always tell who was at the party because of the scratches on their legs from running through the woods when the party was busted. (See #5.)&lt;br /&gt;4) You used to 'drag' Main .&lt;br /&gt;5) You scheduled parties around the schedules of different police officers, because you knew which ones would bust you and which ones wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;6) You could never buy cigarettes because all the store clerks knew how old you were (and if you were old enough, they'd tell your parents anyhow.) Besides, where would you get the money?&lt;br /&gt;7) You knew which section of the ditch you would find the beer your buyer dropped off.&lt;br /&gt;8) It was cool to date somebody from the neighboring town.&lt;br /&gt;9) The whole school went to the same party after graduation.&lt;br /&gt;10) You didn't give directions by street names but rather by references. Turn by Nelson's house, go 2 blocks to Anderson 's, and its four houses left of the track field.&lt;br /&gt;11) The golf course had only 9 holes.&lt;br /&gt;12) You couldn't help but date a friend's ex-boyfriend/girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;13) Your car stayed filthy because of the dirt roads, and you will never own a white vehicle for this reason.&lt;br /&gt;14) The town next to you was considered 'trashy' or 'snooty,' but was actually just like your town.&lt;br /&gt;15) You referred to anyone with a house newer then 1955 as the 'rich' people.&lt;br /&gt;16) The people in the 'big city' dressed funny, and then you picked up the trend 2 years later.&lt;br /&gt;17) Anyone you wanted could be found at the local gas station or on Main Street .&lt;br /&gt;18) You saw at least one friend a week driving a tractor through town or one of your friends driving a grain truck to school occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;19) The gym teacher suggested you haul hay or pick rock for the summer to get stronger.&lt;br /&gt;20) Directions were given using THE stop light as a reference.&lt;br /&gt;21) When you decided to walk somewhere for exercise, 5 people would pull over and ask if you wanted a ride.&lt;br /&gt;22) Your teachers called you by your older siblings' names.&lt;br /&gt;23) Your teachers remembered when they taught your parents.&lt;br /&gt;24) You could charge at any local store or write checks without any ID.&lt;br /&gt;25) There was no McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;26) The closest mall was over an hour away.&lt;br /&gt;27) It was normal to see an old man riding through town on a riding lawn mower.&lt;br /&gt;28) You've peed in a wheat field.&lt;br /&gt;29) Most people went by a nickname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Crickets and Frogs were the night time melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) You stayed outside until the sun went down ... cause to stay in the house was boring and uncool.&lt;br /&gt;32) You laughed your butt off reading this because you know it is true, and you forward it to everyone who may have lived in a small town.&lt;br /&gt;I would not have wanted to be raised any other way!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tough times don't last... Tough people do!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-7113758179163282967?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/7113758179163282967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=7113758179163282967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/7113758179163282967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/7113758179163282967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2009/03/small-towns.html' title='Small Towns!'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-5963374415506430520</id><published>2009-03-10T09:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T09:16:12.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7%</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A holy man was having a conversation with God one day and said, &amp;quot;God, I would like to know what Heaven and Hell are like.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;God led the holy man to two doors.&amp;#160; He opened one of the doors and the holy man looked in.&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the room was a large round table.&amp;#160; In the middle of the table was a large pot of stew, which smelled delicious and made the holy man's mouth water. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The people sitting around the table were thin and sickly.&amp;#160; They appeared to be famished. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They were holding spoons with very long handles, that were strapped to their arms and each found it possible to reach into the pot of stew and take a spoonful.&amp;#160; But because the handle was longer than their arms, they could not get the spoons back into their mouths. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The holy man shuddered at the sight of their misery and suffering. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;God&amp;#160; said, &amp;quot;You have seen Hell.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They went to the next room and opened the door.&amp;#160; It was exactly the same as the first one. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There was the large round table with the large pot of stew which made the holy man's mouth water.&amp;#160; The people were equipped with the&amp;#160; same long-handled spoons, here the people were well nourished and plump, laughing and talking.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The holy man said, &amp;quot;I don't understand.&amp;quot;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;It is simple,&amp;quot; said God... &amp;quot;It&amp;#160; requires but one skill.&amp;#160; You see they have learned to feed each other, while the greedy think only of themselves.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Its estimated&amp;#160; 93% won't forward this. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you are one of the 7% who will, forward this with the title&amp;#160; &amp;quot;7%&amp;quot;.   &lt;br /&gt;I'm in the 7%... Remember that I will always share my spoon with you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-5963374415506430520?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/5963374415506430520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=5963374415506430520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/5963374415506430520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/5963374415506430520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2009/03/7.html' title='7%'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-9046667742908925319</id><published>2009-03-03T10:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T10:15:33.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If lawyers are disbarred and clergymen defrocked, doesn't it follow that electricians can be delighted, musicians denoted, cowboys deranged, models deposed, and dry cleaners depressed?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Laundry workers could decrease, eventually becoming depressed and depleted! Even more, bedmakers will be debunked, baseball players will be debased, bulldozer operators will be degraded, organ donors will be delivered, software engineers will be detested, the BVD company will be debriefed, and even musical composers will eventually decompose.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On a more positive note, though, perhaps we can hope politicians will be devoted.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-9046667742908925319?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/9046667742908925319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=9046667742908925319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/9046667742908925319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/9046667742908925319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2009/03/if.html' title='If...'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-5818418250589882891</id><published>2009-02-26T14:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:52:50.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subject: Who to Marry?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOW DO YOU DECIDE WHO TO MARRY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) You got to find somebody  who likes the same stuff. Like, if you like sports, she should like it that you like sports, and she should keep the chips and dip coming.&lt;br /&gt;-- Alan, age 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) No person really decides before they grow up who they're going to marry. God decides it all way before, and you get to find out later who you're stuck with.&lt;br /&gt;-- Kirsten, age 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE RIGHT AGE TO GET  MARRIED? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Twenty-three is the best age because you know the person FOREVER &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;y then.&lt;br /&gt;-- Camille, age 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No  age is good to get married at. You got to be a fool to get&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;married. -- Freddie, age 6 (very wise for his age)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN A STRANGER TELL IF TWO PEOPLE ARE MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;(1) You might have to guess, based on whether they seem to be yelling at the same kids.&lt;br /&gt;-- Derrick,  age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU  THINK YOUR MOM AND DAD HAVE IN COMMON?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Both don't want any more kids.  -- Lori, age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO MOST PEOPLE  DO ON A DATE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Dates are for having fun, and people should use them to get to know each other. Even boys  have something to say if you listen long enough.&lt;br /&gt;-- Lynnette, age 8 (isn't she a treasure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the first date, they just tell each other lies and that usually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gets them interested enough to go for a  second date. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Martin, age  10 (wise beyond his years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU DO ON A FIRST DATE THAT WAS TURNING SOUR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) I'd run home and play dead. The next day I would call all the newspapers and make sure they wrote about me in all the dead columns.&lt;br /&gt;-- Craig, age 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN IS IT OKAY TO KISS SOMEONE?&lt;br /&gt;(1) When they're rich.&lt;br /&gt;-- Pam, age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) The law says you have to be eighteen, so I wouldn't want to mess with that.&lt;br /&gt;-- Curt, age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) The rule goes like this: If you kiss someone, then you should marry them and have kids with them. It's the  right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;--  Howard, age 8 (this one has very good morals)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS IT BETTER TO BE SINGLE OR  MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;(1) It's better for girls to be single but not for boys. Boys need someone to clean up after them.&lt;br /&gt;-- Mike Schaffer, age 4 (bless you  child)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW  WOULD THE WORLD BE DIFFERENT IF PEOPLE DIDN'T GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;(1) There sure would be a lot of kids to explain, wouldn't  there?&lt;br /&gt;-- Kelvin, age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the #1 Favorite is........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WOULD YOU MAKE A MARRIAGE WORK?&lt;br /&gt;(1) Tell your wife that she looks pretty, even if she looks like a truck.&lt;br /&gt;-- Ricky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-5818418250589882891?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/5818418250589882891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=5818418250589882891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/5818418250589882891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/5818418250589882891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2009/02/subject-who-to-marry.html' title='Subject: Who to Marry?'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-737630902953697173</id><published>2009-02-20T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:05:03.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissing a Nun</title><content type='html'>A taxi cab driver got a call to pick up someone from the airport. When he got there, he was surprised to see a nun waiting for the taxi. As she climbed into the car and gave the driver the address, the driver noticed how beautiful she was. As he drove on, he kept looking into his rear-view mirror at her. The nun couldn't help but notice him looking at her. Finally, the cab driver said, "You know, Sister, I think you're really quite beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, thank you," she answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver went on, "I've always had a fantasy of kissing a nun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really?" she asked. "Well, then, pull over." The driver did so. Then the nun asked him a few questions. "Are you married?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," said the driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you Catholic?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," the man nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, all right then," she said and stepped out of the car and gave him a big kiss on the lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver felt so ashamed that he decided to tell her the truth. "Sister, I have to tell you the truth: I AM married and I'm NOT Catholic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's okay," smiled the nun. "My name's Henry and I'm going to a Halloween party!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-737630902953697173?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/737630902953697173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=737630902953697173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/737630902953697173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/737630902953697173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2009/02/kissing-nun.html' title='Kissing a Nun'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-8355618297873552346</id><published>2009-01-30T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T16:05:44.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motto for 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/SYOVshmhP6I/AAAAAAAAFXA/BLOI3KCRiYo/s1600-h/2009motto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/SYOVshmhP6I/AAAAAAAAFXA/BLOI3KCRiYo/s400/2009motto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297242178884550562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; color: rgb(194, 0, 0);"&gt;A             Poem About Our Girlfriends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Someone             will always be prettier.&lt;br /&gt;            Someone will always be smarter.&lt;br /&gt;            Some of their houses will be bigger.&lt;br /&gt;            Some will drive a better car.&lt;br /&gt;            Their children will do better in school.&lt;br /&gt;            And their husband will fix more things around the house.&lt;br /&gt;            So let it go, and love you and your circumstances&lt;br /&gt;            Think about it!&lt;br /&gt;            The prettiest woman in the world can have hell in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;            The most highly favored woman on your job may be unable to have             children.&lt;br /&gt;            The richest woman you know, she's got the car, the house, the             clothes~ might be lonely.&lt;br /&gt;            And the word says, 'If I have not Love, I am nothing.' So, again,             love you.&lt;br /&gt;            Love who you are.&lt;br /&gt;            Look in the mirror in the morning and smile and say, 'I am too             Blessed to be Stressed and too Anointed, to be Disappointed!'&lt;br /&gt;            'Winners make things happen~~ Losers let things happen.'&lt;br /&gt;            Be 'Blessed' Ladies and pass this on to encourage another             woman.&lt;br /&gt;            'To the world you might be one person,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;to             one person you might be the world'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;                                                                                                 &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;                                                     &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;"&gt;You are the       world to me)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;                                                                                                                  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; color: rgb(194, 0, 0);"&gt;                                    SEND THIS TO YOUR FAVORITE             WOMEN ~ I JUST DID!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-8355618297873552346?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/8355618297873552346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=8355618297873552346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/8355618297873552346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/8355618297873552346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2009/01/motto-for-2009.html' title='Motto for 2009'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/SYOVshmhP6I/AAAAAAAAFXA/BLOI3KCRiYo/s72-c/2009motto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-8730538869787476605</id><published>2009-01-29T09:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T09:28:48.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw a billboard yesterday that said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need help? Call Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;1-800-555-HELP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of curiosity I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Mexican showed up with a tow truck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-8730538869787476605?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/8730538869787476605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=8730538869787476605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/8730538869787476605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/8730538869787476605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-saw-billboard-yesterday-that-said.html' title=''/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-8736225387576437332</id><published>2009-01-26T12:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T09:31:08.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why boys need mothers!</title><content type='html'>And you also find out interesting things when you have sons, like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) A king size waterbed holds enough water to fill a 2000 sq. ft. house 4 inches deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) If you spray hair spray on dust bunnies and run over them with roller blades, they can ignite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) A 3-year old Boy's voice is louder than 200 adults in a crowded restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) If you hook a dog leash over a ceiling fan, the motor is not strong enough to rotate a 42 pound Boy wearing Batman underwear and a Superman cape. It is strong enough, however, if tied to a paint can, to spread paint on all four walls of a 20x20 ft. room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) You should not throw baseballs up when the ceiling fan is on. When using a ceiling fan as a bat, you have to throw the ball up a few times before you get a hit.. A ceiling fan can hit a baseball a long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) The glass in windows (even double-pane) doesn't stop a baseball hit by a ceiling fan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) When you hear the toilet flush and the words 'uh oh', it's already too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) Brake fluid mixed with Clorox makes smoke, and lots of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) A six-year old Boy can start a fire with a flint rock even though a 36-year old Man says they can only do it in the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) Certain Lego's will pass through the digestive tract of a 4-year old Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) Play dough and microwave should not be used in the same sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) Super glue is forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) No matter how much Jell-O you put in a swimming pool you still can't walk on water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) Pool filters do not like Jell-O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) VCR's do not eject 'PB &amp;amp; J' sandwiches even though TV commercials show they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.) Garbage bags do not make good parachutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.) Marbles in gas tanks make lots of noise when driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.) You probably DO NOT want to know what that odor is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.) Always look in the oven before you turn it on; plastic toys do not like ovens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.) The fire department in Austin , TX has a 5-minute response time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.) The spin cycle on the washing machine does not make earthworms dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.) It will, however, make cats dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.) Cats throw up twice their body weight when dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.) 80% of Women will pass this on to almost all of their friends, with or without kids..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.) 80% of Men who read this will try mixing the Clorox and brake fluid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-8736225387576437332?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/8736225387576437332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=8736225387576437332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/8736225387576437332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/8736225387576437332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-boys-need-mothers.html' title='Why boys need mothers!'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-5785558438535335982</id><published>2009-01-26T09:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:32:52.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Chuckle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;You are on the bus when you suddenly realize ... you need to fart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music is really loud, so you time your farts with the  beat.&lt;br /&gt;After  a couple of songs, you start to feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you approach your stop and you are leaving the bus, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: maroon; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people are really staring you down. &lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when you remember: &lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you've been listening to your I-pod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/1084224678299479255-5785558438535335982?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/5785558438535335982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=5785558438535335982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/5785558438535335982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/5785558438535335982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2009/01/todays-chuckle.html' title='Today&apos;s Chuckle'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-4298898680572128778</id><published>2008-12-15T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:09:52.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture  of the year!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/SUbjsG_c_AI/AAAAAAAAD68/REhTXjfSdeY/s1600-h/dogpraying.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/SUbjsG_c_AI/AAAAAAAAD68/REhTXjfSdeY/s320/dogpraying.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280157960068987906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-4298898680572128778?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/4298898680572128778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=4298898680572128778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/4298898680572128778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/4298898680572128778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/12/picture-of-year.html' title='Picture  of the year!!!'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/SUbjsG_c_AI/AAAAAAAAD68/REhTXjfSdeY/s72-c/dogpraying.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-481032674625629540</id><published>2008-12-10T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:39:56.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Birth at 65</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/ST_-3n7HvhI/AAAAAAAAD2A/hLSmjiulP2E/s1600-h/baby.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/ST_-3n7HvhI/AAAAAAAAD2A/hLSmjiulP2E/s320/baby.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278217519864725010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the new technology in fertility recently, a 65-year-old friend of mine was able to give birth. When she was discharged from the hospital and went home, I went to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May I see the new baby?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not yet," she said. "I'll make coffee and we can visit for a while first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty minutes had passed, and I asked, "May I see the new baby now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, not yet," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another few minutes had elapsed, I asked again, "May I see the baby now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, not yet," replied my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing very impatient, I asked, "Well, when can I see the baby?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When he cries," she told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When he CRIES?" I demanded. "Why do I have to wait until he CRIES?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because I forgot where I put him, OK?!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-481032674625629540?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/481032674625629540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=481032674625629540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/481032674625629540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/481032674625629540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/12/giving-birth-at-65.html' title='Giving Birth at 65'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/ST_-3n7HvhI/AAAAAAAAD2A/hLSmjiulP2E/s72-c/baby.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-2002741091576110149</id><published>2008-12-01T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:24:30.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive Your Enemies</title><content type='html'>Toward the end of a church service, the minister asked the congregation, "How many of you have forgiven your enemies?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All held up their hands except one small elderly lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mrs. Jones? Are you not willing to forgive your enemies?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't have an enemy in the world," she replied, smiling sweetly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mrs. Jones, that is very unusual. How old are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I happen to be ninety-eight years young," she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Mrs. Jones, would you please come down in front and tell us all how a person can live ninety-eight years and not have a single enemy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little sweetheart of a lady tottered down the aisle, faced the congregation, and said, "I outlived them all."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-2002741091576110149?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/2002741091576110149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=2002741091576110149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/2002741091576110149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/2002741091576110149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/12/forgive-your-enemies.html' title='Forgive Your Enemies'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-6230412792896668597</id><published>2008-11-21T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:25:01.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Relief</title><content type='html'>As an assistant professor, I taught during the day and did research at night. I would usually take a break around eight, however, to play the strategy game Warcraft online with a teammate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night I was paired with a veteran of the game who was a master strategist. With him at the helm, our troops crushed one opponent after another, and after six games we were undefeated. Suddenly, my fearless leader informed me that his mom wanted him to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How old are you?" I typed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Twelve," he replied. "How old are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling my face redden, I answered, "Ten."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-6230412792896668597?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/6230412792896668597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=6230412792896668597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/6230412792896668597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/6230412792896668597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/11/stress-relief.html' title='Stress Relief'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-7080290233713872773</id><published>2008-11-10T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:59:38.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purina Diet</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was buying a large bag of Purina dog chow for Toot, the wonder dog, at Wal-Mart and was about to check out. A woman behind me asked if I had a dog. On impulse on this stupid question, I told her that No, I didn't have a dog, but I was starting the Purina Diet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I probably shouldn't, because I'd ended up in the hospital last time, but that I'd lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IVs in both arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet and that the way that it works is to load your pants pockets with Purina nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry and that the food is nutritionally complete so I was going to try it again. (I have to mention here that practically everyone in the line was by now enthralled with my story.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrified, she asked if I ended up in intensive care because the dog food poisoned me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her No, I stepped off a curb to sniff noses with an Irish Setter and a car hit us both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the guy behind her was going to have a heart attack, he was laughing so hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wal-Mart won't let me shop there anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-7080290233713872773?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/7080290233713872773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=7080290233713872773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/7080290233713872773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/7080290233713872773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/11/purina-diet.html' title='Purina Diet'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-3932543164490116157</id><published>2008-10-27T13:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T13:28:02.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Autumn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/SQYkNKWbfiI/AAAAAAAADno/l2_DgaODYw4/s1600-h/pumpking.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/SQYkNKWbfiI/AAAAAAAADno/l2_DgaODYw4/s320/pumpking.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261933023164333602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;Being             a Christian is like being a pumpkin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;God lifts you             up, takes you in, and washes all the dirt off of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;              &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           He opens you up, touches you deep inside and scoops out all the             yucky stuff-- including the &lt;span&gt;seeds of doubt&lt;/span&gt;,             hate, greed, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Then He carves you a new &lt;span&gt;smiling face&lt;/span&gt;             and puts His light inside you to shine for all the world to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;           &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           This was passed on to me from another pumpkin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;Now, it is             your turn to pass it to a pumpkin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           I liked this enough to send it to all the pumpkins in my patch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;           &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Happy Fall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:maroon;"  &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/1084224678299479255-3932543164490116157?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/3932543164490116157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=3932543164490116157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/3932543164490116157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/3932543164490116157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/10/being-christian-is-like-being-pumpkin.html' title='Happy Autumn!'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/SQYkNKWbfiI/AAAAAAAADno/l2_DgaODYw4/s72-c/pumpking.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-9033669791452818333</id><published>2008-10-22T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:36:47.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/SP_3pb0UwHI/AAAAAAAADls/KwZagy-vhs0/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 427px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/SP_3pb0UwHI/AAAAAAAADls/KwZagy-vhs0/s320/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260195181005946994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Autumn!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You've been Mooned!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One rule to this game....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You can NOT get someone who has already gotten you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Go out there and get as many people as you can,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Before they get you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got you first! And you can't get me back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/SP_3pWSlE0I/AAAAAAAADl0/c8J4VJFTi5M/s1600-h/image002.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/SP_3pWSlE0I/AAAAAAAADl0/c8J4VJFTi5M/s320/image002.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260195179522233154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-9033669791452818333?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/9033669791452818333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=9033669791452818333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/9033669791452818333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/9033669791452818333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-autumn-youve-been-mooned-one-rule.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/SP_3pb0UwHI/AAAAAAAADls/KwZagy-vhs0/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-8447979549907638553</id><published>2008-10-20T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:34:00.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop vs. Slow Down</title><content type='html'>Only in Texas my friends.... Only in Texas ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lawyer runs a stop sign and gets pulled over by a sheriff's deputy. He thinks that he is smarter than the deputy because he is a lawyer from New York and is certain that he has a better education then any cop from Houston, Texas. He decides to prove this to himself and have some fun at the Texas deputy's expense. The deputy says," License and registration, please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What for?" says the lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deputy says, "You didn't come to a complete stop at the stop sign."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the lawyer says, "I slowed down, and no one was coming."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You still didn't come to a complete stop," says the deputy.&lt;br /&gt;"License and registration, please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer says, "What's the difference?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The difference is you have to come to complete stop, that's the law. License and registration, please!" the deputy says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer says, "If you can show me the legal difference between slow down and stop, I'll give you my license and registration, and you give me the ticket. If not, you let me go and don't give me the ticket."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That sounds fair. Please exit your vehicle, sir," the deputy says. At this point, the deputy takes out a squirt gun and starts spraying the lawyer all over his face. He then asks, "Do you want me to stop or just slow down?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-8447979549907638553?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/8447979549907638553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=8447979549907638553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/8447979549907638553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/8447979549907638553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/10/stop-vs-slow-down.html' title='Stop vs. Slow Down'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-5502140791744905156</id><published>2008-10-17T09:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T09:53:39.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul Newman</title><content type='html'>A Michigan woman and her family were vacationing in a small new England town where Paul Newman and his family often visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Sunday morning, the woman got up early to take a long walk. After a brisk five-mile hike, she decided to treat herself to a double-dip chocolate ice cream cone. She hopped in the car, drove to the center of the village, and went straight to the combination bakery/ice cream parlor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was only one other patron in the store: Paul Newman, sitting at the counter having a doughnut and coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman's heart skipped a beat as her eyes made contact with those famous baby-blue eyes. The actor nodded graciously, and the star-struck woman smiled demurely. Pull yourself together! she chided herself. You're a happily married woman with three children; you're forty-five years old, not a teenager! The clerk filled her order, and she took the double-dip chocolate ice cream cone in one hand and her change in the other. Then she went out the door, avoiding even a glance in Paul Newman's direction. When she reached her car, she realized that she had a handful of change but her other hand was empty. Where's my ice cream cone? Did I leave it in the store? Back into the shop she went, expecting to see the cone still in the clerk's hand or in a holder on the counter or something. No ice cream cone was in sight. With that, she happened to look over at Paul Newman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His face broke into his familiar warm friendly grin and he said to the woman: "You put it in your purse."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-5502140791744905156?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/5502140791744905156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=5502140791744905156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/5502140791744905156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/5502140791744905156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/10/paul-newman.html' title='Paul Newman'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-6900921198709400975</id><published>2008-10-15T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T09:43:14.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potato Jokes</title><content type='html'>Why did the potato cross the road?&lt;br /&gt;He saw a fork up ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you describe an angry potato?&lt;br /&gt;Boiling Mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't the mother potato want her daughter to marry the famous newscaster?&lt;br /&gt;Because he was a commontater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why wouldn't the reporter leave the mashed potatoes alone?&lt;br /&gt;He desperately wanted a scoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to an angry 300-pound baked potato?&lt;br /&gt;Anything, just butter him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does a British potato say when it thinks something is wonderful?&lt;br /&gt;It's mashing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you call a baby potato?&lt;br /&gt;A small fry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-6900921198709400975?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/6900921198709400975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=6900921198709400975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/6900921198709400975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/6900921198709400975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/10/potato-jokes.html' title='Potato Jokes'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-6295520958881335475</id><published>2008-10-14T14:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:35:38.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A LITTLE BIBLICAL HUMOR</title><content type='html'>IT DOESN'T HURT TO HAVE A LITTLE BIBLICAL HUMOR ONCE IN A WHILE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Q. What kind of man was Boaz before he married Ruth?&lt;br /&gt;  A. Ruthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Q. What do they call pastors in Germany ?&lt;br /&gt;  A. German Shepherds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Q. Who was the greatest financier in the Bible?&lt;br /&gt;  A. Noah He was floating his stock while everyone else was in&lt;br /&gt;  liquidation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Q. Who was the greatest female financier in the Bible?&lt;br /&gt;  A. Pharaoh's daughter. She went down to the bank of the Nile and drew&lt;br /&gt;  out a little prophet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Q. What kind of motor vehicles are in the Bible?&lt;br /&gt;  A. Jehovah drove Adam and Eve out of the Garden in a Fury.  David's&lt;br /&gt;  Triumph was heard throughout the land.   Also, probably a Honda,&lt;br /&gt;  because the apostles were all in one Accord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Q.. Who was the greatest comedian in the Bible?&lt;br /&gt;  A. Samson. He brought the house down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Q. What excuse did Adam give to his children as to why he no longer&lt;br /&gt;  lived in Eden ?&lt;br /&gt;  A. Your mother ate us out of house and home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Q. Which area of Palestine was especially wealthy?&lt;br /&gt;  A. The area around Jordan The banks were always overflowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Q. Who is the greatest babysitter mentioned in the Bible?&lt;br /&gt;  A. David. He rocked Goliath to a very deep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Q. Which Bible character had no parents?&lt;br /&gt;  A. Joshua, son of Nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Q. Why didn't they play cards on the Ark ?&lt;br /&gt;  A. Because Noah was standing on the deck. ( Groan...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  PS. Did you know it's a sin for a woman to make coffee?  Yup, it's in&lt;br /&gt;  the Bible. It says . . 'He-brews'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  KEEP SMILING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  GOD LOVES YOU BUNCHES AND BUNCHES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Friends are God's way of taking care of us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-6295520958881335475?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/6295520958881335475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=6295520958881335475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/6295520958881335475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/6295520958881335475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-biblical-humor.html' title='A LITTLE BIBLICAL HUMOR'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-8042766829110739141</id><published>2008-10-13T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:54:28.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='market funny'/><title type='text'>Market Watch</title><content type='html'>With all the turmoil in the market today ..... the  collapse of Lehman Bros and acquisition of Merrill Lynch by Bank of America, the  bail out of an unappreciative AIG, the death of Washington Mutual, etc. this  might be some good advice. For all of you with any money left, be aware of the next expected mergers so that you can get in on the ground floor and make some BIG bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch for these consolidations in later this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hale Business Systems, Mary Kay Cosmetics, Fuller Brush, and W R.  Grace Co. Will merge and become Hale, Mary, Fuller, Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PolyGram Records, Warner Bros., and Zesta Crackers join forces and become Poly Warner Cracker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3M will merge with Goodyear and become MMMGood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zippo Manufacturing, Audi Motors, Dofasco, and Dakota Mining will merge and become ZipAudiDoDa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FedEx is expected to join its competitor, UPS, and become FedUP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairchild Electronics and Honeywell Computers will become Fairwell Honeychild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey Poupon and Docker Pants are expected to become PouponPants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-8042766829110739141?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/8042766829110739141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=8042766829110739141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/8042766829110739141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/8042766829110739141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/10/market-watch.html' title='Market Watch'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-3922514501052950752</id><published>2008-09-24T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T15:06:23.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Vegas Churches</title><content type='html'>This may come as a surprise to those not living in Las Vegas, but it is a very spiritual city, with more Catholic churches than casinos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not surprisingly, some worshipers at Sunday services will give casino chips rather than cash when the donation tray is passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since they get chips from many different casinos, the churches have devised a method of turning the chips into cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They send all their collected chips to a nearby Franciscan monastery, where the patient and detail-oriented men sort and count the chips. The chips are then taken to the casinos of origin and cashed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is done by the chip monks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't even see it coming, did you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-3922514501052950752?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/3922514501052950752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=3922514501052950752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/3922514501052950752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/3922514501052950752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/09/las-vegas-churches.html' title='Las Vegas Churches'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-4521618885248611837</id><published>2008-09-21T21:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:46:16.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abbott and Costello on Buying a Computer</title><content type='html'>ABBOTT: Super Duper computer store. Can I help you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COSTELLO: Thanks. I'm setting up an office in my den, and&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about buying a computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBOTT: Mac?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COSTELLO: No, the name's Lou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBOTT: Your computer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COSTELLO: I don't own a computer. I want to buy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBOTT: Mac?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COSTELLO: I told you, my name's Lou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBOTT: What about Windows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COSTELLO: Why? Will it get stuffy in here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBOTT: Do you want a computer with Windows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COSTELLO: I don't know. What will I see when I look at the&lt;br /&gt;windows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBOTT: Wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COSTELLO: Never mind the windows. I need a computer and&lt;br /&gt;software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBOTT: Software for Windows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COSTELLO: No. On the computer! I need something I can use to&lt;br /&gt;write proposals, track expenses, and run my business. What&lt;br /&gt;do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBOTT: Office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COSTELLO: Yeah, for my office. Can you recommend anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBOTT: I just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COSTELLO: You just did what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBOTT: Recommend something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COSTELLO: You recommended something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBOTT: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COSTELLO: For my office?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBOTT: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COSTELLO: OK, what did you recommend for my office?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBOTT: Office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COSTELLO: Yes, for my office!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBOTT: I recommend Office with Windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COSTELLO: I already have an office with windows! OK, let's&lt;br /&gt;just say I'm sitting at my computer and I wan t to type a&lt;br /&gt;proposal. What do I need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBOTT: Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COSTELLO: What word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBOTT: Word in Office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COSTELLO: The only word in office is office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBOTT: The Word in Office for Windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COSTELLO: Which word in office for windows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBOTT: The Word you get when you click the blue "W."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COSTELLO: I'm going to click your blue "w" if you don't&lt;br /&gt;start with some straight answers. What about financial&lt;br /&gt;bookkeeping? You have anything I can track my money with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBOTT: Money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COSTELLO: That's right. What do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBOTT: Money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COSTELLO: I need money to track my money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBOTT: It comes bundled with your computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COSTELLO: What's bundled with my computer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBOTT: Money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COSTELLO: Money comes with my computer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBOTT: Yes. No extra charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COSTELLO: I get a bundle of money with my computer? How&lt;br /&gt;much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBOTT: One copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COSTELLO: Isn't it illegal to copy money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBOTT: Microsoft gave us a license to copy Money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COSTELLO: They can give you a license to copy money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBOTT: Why not? THEY OWN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A few days later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBOTT: Super Duper computer store. Can I help you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COSTELLO: How do I turn my computer off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBOTT: Click on "START" ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-4521618885248611837?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/4521618885248611837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=4521618885248611837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/4521618885248611837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/4521618885248611837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/09/abbott-and-costello-on-buying-computer.html' title='Abbott and Costello on Buying a Computer'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-1038069904232579662</id><published>2008-08-18T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T13:11:17.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcohol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A father was trying to teach his young son the evils of alcohol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He put one worm in a glass of water and another worm in a glass of whiskey. The worm in the water lived, while the one in the whiskey curled up and died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"All right, son," asked the father, "what does that show you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Well, Dad, it shows that if you drink alcohol, you will not have worms."&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/1084224678299479255-1038069904232579662?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/1038069904232579662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=1038069904232579662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/1038069904232579662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/1038069904232579662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/08/alcohol.html' title='Alcohol'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-6100736714851876840</id><published>2008-08-07T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T09:40:11.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News, Bad News</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Sally phoned her husband, Bill, at work for a chat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;"I'm sorry dear," said Bill, "but I'm up to my neck in work today. I don't have time to chat."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Sally replied, "But I've got some good news and some bad news for you, dear."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;"OK, darling," said Bill, "but as I've got no time right now, just give me the good news."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;"OK," agreed Sally. "Well, the air bag works!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-6100736714851876840?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/6100736714851876840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=6100736714851876840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/6100736714851876840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/6100736714851876840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-news-bad-news.html' title='Good News, Bad News'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-8050645162724188088</id><published>2008-08-05T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:59:18.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelangelo's David returns to Italy</title><content type='html'>After spending two years in the United States Michelangelo's David is returning to his home in Italy. A big thank you to the corporate sponsers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's&lt;br /&gt;Kentuck Fried Chicken&lt;br /&gt;Burger King&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks&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;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/SJi45NkMb8I/AAAAAAAADHU/SO21pGYD03A/s1600-h/david.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/SJi45NkMb8I/AAAAAAAADHU/SO21pGYD03A/s320/david.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-8050645162724188088?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/8050645162724188088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=8050645162724188088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/8050645162724188088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/8050645162724188088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/08/michelangelos-david-returns-to-italy.html' title='Michelangelo&apos;s David returns to Italy'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/SJi45NkMb8I/AAAAAAAADHU/SO21pGYD03A/s72-c/david.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-7515295460364710991</id><published>2008-07-31T11:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T11:25:40.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Math Symbols</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;While reviewing math symbols with my second-grade pupils, I drew a greater-than ( &gt; ) and a less-than sign ( &lt; ) on the chalkboard and asked, "Does anyone remember what these mean?"&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;A few moments passed, and then a boy confidently raised his hand. "One means fast-forward," he exclaimed, "and the other means rewind!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-7515295460364710991?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/7515295460364710991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=7515295460364710991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/7515295460364710991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/7515295460364710991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/07/math-symbols.html' title='Math Symbols'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-4424496175812064213</id><published>2008-07-30T09:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T09:44:30.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drought Affects Churches</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Severe drought affects churches in northern Alabama, Tennessee, and northwest Georgia.  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Did you know that because of the drought in these areas, church budgets are greatly affected?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Baptist churches are having to sprinkle for baptisms, the Methodists are using wet wipes for their baptisms, and the Catholics are praying that God will turn the wine back into water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-4424496175812064213?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/4424496175812064213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=4424496175812064213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/4424496175812064213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/4424496175812064213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/07/drought-affects-churches.html' title='Drought Affects Churches'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-5436441418484720819</id><published>2008-07-20T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:32:20.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why, Why, Why ???</title><content type='html'>Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are getting dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do banks charge a fee on 'insufficient funds' when they know there is not enough money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't glue stick to the bottle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they use sterilized needles for death by lethal injection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Superman stop bullets with his chest, but ducks when you throw a revolver at him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do Kamikaze pilots wear helmets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose idea was it to put an 'S' in the word 'Lisp'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people evolved from apes, why are there still apes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that no matter what color bubble bath you use the bubbles are always white?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there ever a day that mattresses are not on sale?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with hopes that something new to eat will have materialized?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people keep running over a string a dozen times with their vacuum cleaner, then reach down, pick it up, examine it, then put it down to give the vacuum one more chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that no plastic bag will open from the end on your first try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do those dead bugs get into those enclosed light fixtures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are in the supermarket and someone rams our ankle with a shopping cart then apologizes for doing so, why do we say, 'It's all right?' Well, it isn't all right, so why don't we say, 'That hurt, you stupid idiot?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that whenever you attempt to catch something that's falling off the table you always manage to knock something else over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In winter why do we try to keep the house as warm as it was in summer when we complained about the heat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come you never hear father-in-law jokes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-5436441418484720819?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/5436441418484720819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=5436441418484720819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/5436441418484720819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/5436441418484720819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-why-why.html' title='Why, Why, Why ???'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-1921273778566736482</id><published>2008-07-12T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:59:19.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures that speak for themselves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/SHloWxSzVUI/AAAAAAAADBc/YDaLJwJbIFE/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; 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   &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I was shopping at Walmart and noticed a little old lady following me around. I stopped; she stopped. Furthermore, she kept staring at me. She finally overtook me at the checkout, and she turned to me and said, "I hope I haven't made you feel ill at ease; it's just that you look so much like my late son."&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I answered, "That's okay."&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;"I know it's silly, but if you'd call out 'Goodbye, Mom,' as I leave the store, it would make me feel so happy."&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;She then went through the checkout, and as she was on her way out of the store, I called out, "Goodbye, Mom."&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little old lady waved and smiled back at me.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Pleased that I had brought a little sunshine into someone's day, I went to pay for my groceries.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;"That comes to $121.85," said the clerk.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Shocked, I asked, "How come so much!? I only bought five items."&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The clerk replied, "Yeah, but your mother said you'd be paying for her things, too."&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Don't trust little old ladies!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-1498549539956839942?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/1498549539956839942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=1498549539956839942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/1498549539956839942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/1498549539956839942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/06/goodbye-mom.html' title='Goodbye Mom!'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-6863689248901512614</id><published>2008-04-29T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T09:10:20.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Says Rednecks Are Dumb?</title><content type='html'>"Hello, is this the sheriff's office?"    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;"Yes. What can I do for you?"&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;"I'm calling to report 'bout my neighbor Virgil Smith. He's hidin' marijuana inside his firewood! Don't quite know how he gets it inside them logs, but he's hidin' it there."&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;"Thank you very much for the call, sir."&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The next day, the sheriff's deputies descend on Virgil's house. They search the shed where the firewood is kept.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Using axes, they bust open every piece of wood, but find no marijuana. They sneer at Virgil and leave. Shortly, the phone rings at Virgil's house.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;"Hey, Virgil! This here's Floyd. Did the sheriff come?"&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;"Yeah!"&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;"Did they chop your firewood?"&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;"Yep!"&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;"Happy birthday, buddy!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-6863689248901512614?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/6863689248901512614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=6863689248901512614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/6863689248901512614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/6863689248901512614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/04/who-says-rednecks-are-dumb.html' title='Who Says Rednecks Are Dumb?'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-6112335000185443507</id><published>2008-04-18T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T09:41:04.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Child's Prayer</title><content type='html'>A Sunday school teacher asked her pupils, "Now, children, do &lt;br /&gt;you all say your prayers at night?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little boy answered, "My mommy says my prayers." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see," said the teacher. "And what does your mother say?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy replied, "THANK GOD HE'S IN BED!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-6112335000185443507?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/6112335000185443507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=6112335000185443507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/6112335000185443507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/6112335000185443507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/04/childs-prayer.html' title='A Child&apos;s Prayer'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-7663435379425323179</id><published>2008-03-26T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T09:48:37.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deacon Meeting Minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;The newly elected secretary for the Deacon Board at church submitted this report:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;October the something Deacon's meeting&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Present was most of the deacons; one was absent.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Chairman Tad asked Luke to say something, and he did.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;New officers were needed; some of us were arm twisted into taking the positions.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Some old business was remembered, and most of it had been approved. What wasn't was not important.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;We tried to think of some new business, but it was decided that we're too old to be new.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Some of the deacons were getting tired so we decided to get out of the meeting.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;(Secretary's note: I said I would type the meeting minutes; not that they would be worth a hoot!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-7663435379425323179?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/7663435379425323179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=7663435379425323179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/7663435379425323179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/7663435379425323179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/03/deacon-meeting-minutes.html' title='Deacon Meeting Minutes'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-7433020180050788224</id><published>2008-03-15T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T19:38:22.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up</title><content type='html'>Two mothers are having a conversation about their children one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you get your Marvin up so early on school mornings?" asks Joan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, that's easy," replies Marianne. "I just throw the cat on his bed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why does that wake him up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He sleeps with the dog!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-7433020180050788224?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/7433020180050788224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=7433020180050788224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/7433020180050788224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/7433020180050788224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/03/wake-up.html' title='Wake Up'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-58261501837328307</id><published>2008-03-10T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:59:19.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instructions for cleaning a toilet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Put both lids of the toilet up and add 1/8 cup of pet shampoo to the water in the bowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Pick up the cat and soothe him while you carry him towards the bathroom.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In one smooth movement, put the cat in the toilet and close both lids. You may need to stand on the lid.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The cat will self agitate and make ample suds. Never mind the noises that come from the toilet, the cat is actually enjoying this.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Flush the toilet three or four times. This provides a "pow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;er-wash" and rinse".&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have someone open the front door of your home. Be sure that there are no people between the bathroom and the front door.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Stand behind the toilet as far as you can, and quickly lift both lids.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The cat will rocket out of the toilet, streak through the bathroom, and run outside where he will dry himself off.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Both the commode and the cat will be sparkling clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/R9YIccfPPOI/AAAAAAAABos/gloO84-k9bU/s1600-h/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/R9YIccfPPOI/AAAAAAAABos/gloO84-k9bU/s320/cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176334106485538018" border="0" /&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;&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;Sincerely,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/R9YJEMfPPPI/AAAAAAAABo0/_l0Fa5DWTYM/s1600-h/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/R9YJEMfPPPI/AAAAAAAABo0/_l0Fa5DWTYM/s320/dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176334789385338098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-58261501837328307?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/58261501837328307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=58261501837328307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/58261501837328307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/58261501837328307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/03/instructions-for-cleaning-toilet.html' title='Instructions for cleaning a toilet'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/R9YIccfPPOI/AAAAAAAABos/gloO84-k9bU/s72-c/cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-2116643285361068326</id><published>2008-03-03T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T20:04:08.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The evolution in teaching math since the 1950's:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 1. Teaching Math In 1950's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is 4/5 of the price.&lt;br /&gt;What is his profit ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Teaching Math In 1960's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100 His cost of production is 4/5 of the price, or $80.&lt;br /&gt;What is his profit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Teaching Math In 1970's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is $80.&lt;br /&gt;Did he make a profit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Teaching Math In 1980's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is $80 and his profit is $20.&lt;br /&gt;Your assignment: Underline the number 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Teaching Math In 1990's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A logger cuts down a beautiful forest because he is selfish and inconsiderate and cares nothing for the  habitat of animals or the preservation of our woodlands. He does this so he can make a profit of $20. What do you think of this way of making a living? Topic for class participation after answering the question:&lt;br /&gt;How did the birds and squirrels feel as the logger cut down their homes?&lt;br /&gt;(There are no wrong answers, and if you feel like crying, it's ok. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Teaching Math In 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un hachero vende una carretada de madera para $100. El costo de la producciones es $80.&lt;br /&gt;Cuanto dinero ha hecho el hachero?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-2116643285361068326?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/2116643285361068326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=2116643285361068326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/2116643285361068326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/2116643285361068326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/03/evolution-in-teaching-math-since-1950s.html' title='The evolution in teaching math since the 1950&apos;s:'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-7749226177738108590</id><published>2008-02-23T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T18:40:02.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher's Salary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Teachers' hefty salaries are driving up taxes, and they only work 9 or 10 months a year!&lt;br /&gt;It's time we put things in perspective and pay them for what they do--baby sit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can get that for less than minimum wage.&lt;br /&gt;That's right. Let's give them $3.00 an hour and only the hours they worked, not any of that silly planning time.&lt;br /&gt;That would be $19.50 a day (7:00 AM to 3:30 (or so) PM with just 25 min. off for lunch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each parent should pay $19.50 a day for these teachers to baby-sit their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW...&lt;br /&gt;How many do they teach in a class, 30?&lt;br /&gt;So that's $19.50 x 30 = $585.00 a day.&lt;br /&gt;However, remember they only work 180 days a year!!!&lt;br /&gt;We're not going to pay them for any vacations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET'S SEE....&lt;br /&gt;That's $585 x 180= $105,300 per year.&lt;br /&gt;What about those special teachers and the ones with master's degrees?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we could pay them minimum wage, and just to be fair, round it off to $7.00 an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be $7 x 6 1/2 hours x 30 children x 180 days = $245,700 per year&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;blockquote type="cite"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wait a minute--there's something wrong here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average teacher salary $50,000/180 days = $277/per day/30 students = $9.23/6.5 hours = $1.42 per hour per student.&lt;br /&gt;A very inexpensive baby-sitter and they even try - with your help - to EDUCATE your kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A DEAL....&lt;br /&gt;And the parents don't even have to buy teachers pizza!&lt;br /&gt;Make a teacher smile; send this to someone else who appreciates teachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-7749226177738108590?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/7749226177738108590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=7749226177738108590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/7749226177738108590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/7749226177738108590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/02/teachers-salary.html' title='Teacher&apos;s Salary'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-2999318543074325994</id><published>2008-02-13T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:59:19.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day Oneliners</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/R7MiVo9IBDI/AAAAAAAABnU/sdDr61YrUtE/s1600-h/valentines_day_graphics_10.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/R7MiVo9IBDI/AAAAAAAABnU/sdDr61YrUtE/s320/valentines_day_graphics_10.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166510952690484274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;What do farmers give their wives on Valentine's Day?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Hogs and kisses!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;What would you get if you crossed Odie with the god of love?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;A stupid cupid!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Why did the pig give his girlfriend a box of candy?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;It was Valenswine's Day!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Do skunks celebrate Valentine's Day?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Sure, they're very scent-imental!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;What did the chocolate syrup say to the ice cream?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;"I'm sweet on you!"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;What did the paper clip say to the magnet?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;"I find you very attractive."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;What did the French chef give his wife for Valentine's Day?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;A hug and a quiche!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;What would you call a woman who goes out with Jon?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Desperate!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;What did one pickle say to the other?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;"You mean a great dill to me."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Knock, Knock!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Who's there?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Olive.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Olive who?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Olive you!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;What did the elephant say to his girlfriend?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;"I love you a ton!"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;What did the bat say to his girlfriend?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;"You're fun to hang around with."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Did you hear about the nearsighted porcupine?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;He fell in love with a pincushion!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;What did the pencil say to the paper?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;"I dot my i's on you!"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Liz: "I can't be your valentine for medical reasons."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Jon: "Really?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Liz: "Yeah, you make me sick!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-2999318543074325994?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/2999318543074325994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=2999318543074325994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/2999318543074325994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/2999318543074325994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day-oneliners.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day Oneliners'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/R7MiVo9IBDI/AAAAAAAABnU/sdDr61YrUtE/s72-c/valentines_day_graphics_10.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-163855317416595128</id><published>2008-02-01T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T17:41:19.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few things to think about</title><content type='html'>1. Ever wonder about those people who spend $2.00 apiece on those little bottles of Evian water? &lt;br /&gt;Try spelling Evian backwards: NAIVE &lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* &lt;br /&gt;2. Isn't making a smoking section in a restaurant like making a peeing section in a swimming pool?  (My sentiments exactly!) &lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* &lt;br /&gt;3.  OK.... so if the Jacksonville Jaguars are known as the 'Jags' and the Tampa Bay Buccaneers are known  as the 'Bucs,' what does that make the Tennessee Titans? &lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* &lt;br /&gt;4.  If 4 out of 5 people SUFFER from diarrhea...does that mean that one enjoys it? &lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* &lt;br /&gt;5.  There are three religious truths: &lt;br /&gt;      a. Jews do not recognize Jesus as the Messiah. &lt;br /&gt;      b. Protestants do not recognize the Pope as the leader of the Christian faith. &lt;br /&gt;       c. Baptists do not recognize each other in the liquor store or Hooters. &lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* &lt;br /&gt;6.   If people from Poland are called Poles, why aren't p eople from Holland called Holes? &lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* &lt;br /&gt;7.  If a pig loses its voice, is it disgruntled? &lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~* &lt;br /&gt;8.   Why do croutons come in airtight packages? Aren't they  just stale bread to begin with? &lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~*~*~* &lt;br /&gt;9  Why is a person who plays the piano called a pianist but a person who drives a race car is not called a racist? &lt;br /&gt;* ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* &lt;br /&gt;10. Why isn't the number 11 pronounced onety one? &lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* &lt;br /&gt;11.  If lawyers are disbarred and clergymen defrocked, doesn't it  follow that electricians can be delighted, musicians denoted, cowboys   deranged,  models deposed, tree surgeons debarked, and dry cleaners  depressed? &lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~* &lt;br /&gt;12.  If Fed Ex and UPS were to merge, would they call it Fed UP? &lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* &lt;br /&gt;13.   Do Lipton Tea employees take coffee breaks?  &lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* &lt;br /&gt;14.&lt;/  What hair color do they put on the driver's licenses of  bald men? &lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* &lt;br /&gt;15.  I was thinking about how people seem to read the Bible a whole lot more as they get older; then it dawned on me ... they're cramming for their final exam. &lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* &lt;br /&gt;16. I thought about how mothers feed thei r babies with tiny little spoons and forks, so I wondered what do Chinese mothers use?  toothpicks? &lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* &lt;br /&gt;17.  Why do they put pictures of criminals up in the Post Office?&lt;br /&gt;What are we supposed to do, write to them?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't they just put their pictures on the postage stamps so the mailmen can look for them while they deliver the mail? &lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* &lt;br /&gt;18.  If it's true that we are here to help others, then what exactly are the others here for? &lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* &lt;br /&gt;19.  You never really learn to swear until you learn to drive. &lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* &lt;br /&gt;21.  Ever wonder what t he speed of lightning would be if it didn't  zigzag? &lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* &lt;br /&gt;22.  If a cow laughed, would she spew milk out of her nose? &lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* &lt;br /&gt;23.  Whatever happened to Preparations A through G? &lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* &lt;br /&gt;24. At income tax time, did you ever notice: When you put the two words   'The' and 'IRS' together it spells... &lt;br /&gt;             'THEIRS'?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-163855317416595128?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/163855317416595128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=163855317416595128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/163855317416595128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/163855317416595128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/02/few-things-to-think-about.html' title='A few things to think about'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-1204376124101203782</id><published>2008-01-29T18:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T18:37:45.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Electile Dysfunction</title><content type='html'>The inability to become aroused over any of the choices for president put forth by either party in the 2008 election year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-1204376124101203782?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/1204376124101203782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=1204376124101203782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/1204376124101203782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/1204376124101203782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/01/electile-dysfunction.html' title='Electile Dysfunction'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-7441499672162675657</id><published>2008-01-25T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T10:13:50.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sermon Message</title><content type='html'>Sister Margaret had spent weeks preparing the first grade&lt;br /&gt;children for their first Communion, stressing the solemnity&lt;br /&gt;and importance of this sacrament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to her chagrin, during Mass on the big day, one boy in&lt;br /&gt;the front row was talking and giggling nonstop. Finally,&lt;br /&gt;unable to put up with it any longer, she whispered to the&lt;br /&gt;lad seated next to her, "Please go up there and tell that&lt;br /&gt;one he's done enough talking and had better stop, right&lt;br /&gt;now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without question, the boy rose and walked to the front...&lt;br /&gt;and delivered Sister Margaret's message to the surprised&lt;br /&gt;priest in the middle of his sermon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-7441499672162675657?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/7441499672162675657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=7441499672162675657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/7441499672162675657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/7441499672162675657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/01/sermon-message.html' title='Sermon Message'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-6732926135550838850</id><published>2008-01-24T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T21:34:24.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOP 8 MORONS OF 2007</title><content type='html'>I don't know if these are true, and I really don't care... I just find them very, very funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WILL THE REAL DUMMY PLEASE STAND UP? AT&amp;amp;T fired President John Walter after nine months, saying he lacked intellectual leadership.  He received a $26 million severance package. Perhaps it's not Walter  who's lacking intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM OUR FRIENDS: Police in Oakland, CA spent two hours attempting to subdue a gunman who had barricaded himself inside his home. After firing ten tear gas canisters, officers discovered that the man was standing beside them in the police line, shouting, "Please come out and give yourself up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT WAS PLAN B??? An Illinois man, pretending to have a gun, kidnapped a motorist and forced him to drive to two different automated teller machines, wherein the kidnapper proceeded to withdraw money from his own bank accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. THE GETAWAY! A man walked into a Topeka, Kansas Kwik Stop and asked for all the money in the cash drawer.  Apparently, the take was too small, so he tied up the store clerk and worked the counter himself for three hours until  police showed up and grabbed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DID I SAY THAT??? Police in Los Angeles had good luck with a robbery suspect who just couldn't control himself during a lineup. When detectives asked each man  in the lineup to repeat the words: "Give me all your money or I'll  shoot", the man shouted, "that's not what I said !".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. ARE WE COMMUNICATING? ?? A man spoke frantically into the phone: "My wife is pregnant and her contractions are only two minutes apart". "Is this her first child?" the doctor asked. "No!" the man shouted, "This is her husband!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. NOT THE SHARPEST TOOL IN THE SHED! In Modesto, CA, Steven Richard King was arrested for trying to hold up a Bank of America branch without a weapon. King used a thumb and a finger to simulate a gun. Unfortunately, he failed to keep his hand in his pocket. (hellooooooo) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. THE GRAND FINALE! !! Last summer, down on Lake Isabella, located in the high desert, an hour east of Bakersfield, CA, some folks, new to boating, were having a problem. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't get their brand  new 22 foot boat, going. It was very sluggish in almost every maneuver,  no matter how much power they applied. After about an hour of trying to  make it go, they putted into a nearby marina, thinking someone there may  be able to tell them what was wrong. A thorough topside check revealed  everything in perfect working condition. The engine ran fine, the  out-drive went up and down, and the propeller was the correct size and  pitch. So, one of the marina guys jumped in the water to check  underneath. He came up choking on water, he was laughing so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW REMEMBER...THIS IS TRUE : Under the boat, still strapped securely in place, was the trailer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-6732926135550838850?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/6732926135550838850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=6732926135550838850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/6732926135550838850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/6732926135550838850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/01/top-8-morons-of-2007.html' title='TOP 8 MORONS OF 2007'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-3218764354220954878</id><published>2008-01-17T10:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T10:35:27.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Old Lady</title><content type='html'>There was a little old lady, who every morning. stepped onto her front porch, raised her arms to the sky, and shouted:&lt;br /&gt;"PRAISE THE LORD!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day an atheist moved into the house next door. He became irritated at the little old lady. Every morning he'd step onto his front porch after her and yell: "THERE IS NO LORD!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed with the two of them carrying on this way every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning, in the middle of winter, the little old lady stepped onto her front porch and shouted: "PRAISE THE LORD!&lt;br /&gt;Please Lord, I have no food and I am starving, provide for me, oh Lord!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning she stepped out onto her porch and there were two huge bags of groceries sitting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PRAISE THE LORD!" she cried out. "HE HAS PROVIDED GROCERIES FOR ME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atheist neighbor jumped out of the hedges and shouted:&lt;br /&gt;"THERE IS NO LORD; I BOUGHT THOSE GROCERIES!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little old lady threw her arms into the air and shouted:&lt;br /&gt;"PRAISE THE LORD! HE HAS PROVIDED ME WITH GROCERIES AND MADE THE DEVIL PAY FOR THEM!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-3218764354220954878?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/3218764354220954878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=3218764354220954878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/3218764354220954878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/3218764354220954878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/01/little-old-lady.html' title='Little Old Lady'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-2026616254073325524</id><published>2008-01-11T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T20:59:06.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Letter from Wal-Mart</title><content type='html'>After Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Gray retired, Mrs. Gray insisted that her husband always accompany her on her frequent trips to Wal-Mart. Unfortunately, Mr. Gray was like most men: he found shopping boring &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;preferred to get in &amp;amp; get out. Equally unfortunately, Mrs. Gray was like most women: she loved to browse. One day Mrs.Gray received the following letter from her local Wal-Mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mrs.Gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past six months, your husband has been causing quite a commotion in our store. We cannot tolerate this behavior and may be forced to ban both of you from the store. Our complaints against Mr. Duncan are listed below and are documented by our video surveillance cameras:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. June 15: Took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people's carts when they weren't looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5- minute intervals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. July 7: Made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the women's restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official voice, 'Code 3 in Housewares. Get on it right away'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. August 4: Went to the Service Desk and tried to put a bag of M&amp;amp;M's on layaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. September 14: Moved a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. September 15: Set up a tent in the camping department &amp;amp; told other shoppers he'd invite them in if they would bring pillows and blankets from the bedding department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. September 23: When a clerk asked if they could help him he began crying and screamed, 'Why can't you people just leave me alone?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. October 4: Looked right into the security camera &amp;amp; used it as a mirror while he picked his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. November 10: While handling guns in the hunting department, he asked the clerk where the antidepressants were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 December 3: Darted around the store suspiciously while loudly humming the ' Mission Impossible' theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. December 6: In the auto department, he practiced his 'Madonna look' by using different sizes of funnels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. December 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browsed through, yelled 'PICK ME! PICK ME!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. December 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, he assumed a fetal position and screamed 'OH NO! IT'S THOSE VOICES AGAIN!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but not least ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. December 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door, waited awhile, then yelled very loudly, 'Hey! There's no toilet paper in here!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Wal-Mart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-2026616254073325524?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/2026616254073325524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=2026616254073325524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/2026616254073325524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/2026616254073325524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/01/letter-from-wal-mart.html' title='The Letter from Wal-Mart'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-151354837116957000</id><published>2008-01-10T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T10:04:48.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babysitting</title><content type='html'>A young man volunteered to babysit one night so his mom could have an evening out. At bedtime he sent the youngsters upstairs to bed and settled down to watch football. One child kept creeping down the stairs, but the young man kept sending him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9:00 p.m., the doorbell rang. It was the next-door neighbor, Mrs. Brown, asking whether her son was there. The young man brusquely replied, "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then a little head appeared over the banister and a voice shouted, "I'm here, Mom, but he won't let me go home."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-151354837116957000?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/151354837116957000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=151354837116957000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/151354837116957000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/151354837116957000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/01/babysitting.html' title='Babysitting'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-5851442021371335144</id><published>2008-01-08T09:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:23:39.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardware Store Sign</title><content type='html'>My local hardware store puts its customers in their place before they even enter. The sign on the door reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shoes required, because you might hurt yourself. Shirts required, because you're not as good-looking as you think."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-5851442021371335144?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/5851442021371335144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=5851442021371335144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/5851442021371335144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/5851442021371335144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/01/hardware-store-sign.html' title='Hardware Store Sign'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-6924535481870820366</id><published>2008-01-05T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:59:20.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty of Math!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;1 x 8 + 1 = 9&lt;br /&gt;12 x 8 + 2 = 98&lt;br /&gt;123 x 8 + 3 = 987&lt;br /&gt;1234 x 8 + 4 = 9876&lt;br /&gt;12345 x 8 + 5 = 98765&lt;br /&gt;123456 x 8 + 6 = 987654&lt;br /&gt;1234567 x 8 + 7 = 9876543&lt;br /&gt;12345678 x 8 + 8 = 98765432&lt;br /&gt;123456789 x 8 + 9 = 987654321&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 x 9 + 2 = 11&lt;br /&gt;12 x 9 + 3 = 111&lt;br /&gt;123 x 9 + 4 = 1111&lt;br /&gt;1234 x 9 + 5 = 11111&lt;br /&gt;12345 x 9 + 6 = 111111&lt;br /&gt;123456 x 9 + 7 = 1111111&lt;br /&gt;1234567 x 9 + 8 = 11111111&lt;br /&gt;12345678 x 9 + 9 = 111111111&lt;br /&gt;123456789 x 9 +10= 1111111111&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 x 9 + 7 = 88&lt;br /&gt;98 x 9 + 6 = 888&lt;br /&gt;987 x 9 + 5 = 8888 &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/R4AFldzr9OI/AAAAAAAABms/aACOftYeSpA/s1600-h/29-Calculator-Jumbo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152124114926564578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" height="201" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/R4AFldzr9OI/AAAAAAAABms/aACOftYeSpA/s320/29-Calculator-Jumbo.jpg" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9876 x 9 + 4 = 88888&lt;br /&gt;98765 x 9 + 3 = 888888&lt;br /&gt;987654 x 9 + 2 = 8888888&lt;br /&gt;9876543 x 9 + 1 = 88888888&lt;br /&gt;98765432 x 9 + 0 = 888888888&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look at this symmetry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 x 1 = 1&lt;br /&gt;11 x 11 = 121&lt;br /&gt;111 x 111 = 12321&lt;br /&gt;1111 x 1111 = 1234321&lt;br /&gt;11111 x 11111 = 123454321&lt;br /&gt;111111 x 111111 = 12345654321&lt;br /&gt;1111111 x 1111111 = 1234567654321&lt;br /&gt;11111111 x 11111111 = 123456787654321&lt;br /&gt;111111111 x 111111111 = 12345678987654321&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, take a look at this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a strictly mathematical viewpoint:&lt;br /&gt;What Equals 100%? What does it mean to give MORE than 100%?&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%?&lt;br /&gt;We have all been in situations where someone wants you to GIVE OVER 100%.&lt;br /&gt;How about ACHIEVING 101%?&lt;br /&gt;What equals 100% in life?&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little mathematical formula that might help answer these questions:&lt;br /&gt;If:&lt;br /&gt;A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z&lt;br /&gt;Is represented as:&lt;br /&gt;1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26.&lt;br /&gt;Then:&lt;br /&gt;H-A-R-D-W-O- R- K&lt;br /&gt;8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E&lt;br /&gt;11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But:&lt;br /&gt;A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E&lt;br /&gt;1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN, look how far the love of God will take you:&lt;br /&gt;L-O-V-E-O-F-G-O-D&lt;br /&gt;12+15+22+5+15+6+7+15+4 = 101%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore, one can conclude with mathematical certainty that: While Hard Work and Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will get you there; it’s the Love of God that will put you over the top!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-6924535481870820366?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/6924535481870820366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=6924535481870820366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/6924535481870820366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/6924535481870820366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2008/01/beauty-of-math.html' title='The Beauty of Math!'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/R4AFldzr9OI/AAAAAAAABms/aACOftYeSpA/s72-c/29-Calculator-Jumbo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-7470573413446831988</id><published>2007-12-25T00:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T00:26:56.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be not deceived; God is not mocked.</title><content type='html'>* DID YOU KNOW THESE FACTS ? * * I SURE DIDN'T TILL NOW *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is certain but the Bible speaks about untimely death ! Make a personal reflection about this . . .Very interesting, read until the end . .. ..&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;It is written in the Bible ( Galatians 6:7 ):&lt;br /&gt;' Be not deceived; God is not mocked:&lt;br /&gt;For whatsoever a man soweth,&lt;br /&gt;That shall he also reap. '&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;Here are some men and women Who mocked God :&lt;br /&gt;* John * * * * Lennon * * ( Singer ): *&lt;br /&gt;Some years before, during his interviewWith an American Magazine, he said:&lt;br /&gt;' Christianity will end, it will disappear. I do not have to argue about That. I am certain. Jesus was ok, but his subjects were too simple,Today we are More famous than Him ' ( 1966 ). ---Lennon, after saying That the Beatles were more famous than Jesus Christ, was shot six times.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;* Tancredo Neves * * ( President of Brazil ): *&lt;br /&gt;During the Presidential campaign,He said if he got 500,000 Votes from his party,Not even God would remove him from Presidency.&lt;br /&gt;Sure he got the votes,But he got sick a day before being Made President, then he died.&lt;br /&gt;===*&lt;br /&gt;* Cazuza * * ( Bi - sexual Brazilian composer, Singer and poet ): *&lt;br /&gt;During A show in Canecio ( Rio de Janeiro ),&lt;br /&gt;While smoking his cigarette, He puffed out some smoke Into the air and said: ' God, that's for you. '&lt;br /&gt;He died at the age of 32Of AIDS in a horrible manner.&lt;br /&gt;===*&lt;br /&gt;* * The man who built the Titanic * *&lt;br /&gt;After the construction of Titanic,A reporter asked him how Safe the Titanic would be.&lt;br /&gt;With an ironic tone he said: ' Not even God can sink it '&lt;br /&gt;The result: I think you all know what happened To the Titanic .&lt;br /&gt;===*&lt;br /&gt;* Marilyn Monroe * (Actress) *&lt;br /&gt;She was visited by Billy Graham During a presentation of a Show. He said the Spirit of GodHad sent him to preach to her.&lt;br /&gt;After hearing what the Preacher had to say, She said: ' I don't need your Jesus '.&lt;br /&gt;A week later,She was found dead in her apartment .&lt;br /&gt;===*&lt;br /&gt;* * Bon Scott * * ( Singer ) *&lt;br /&gt;The ex - vocalist of the AC / DC. On one of his 1979 songs he Sang: ' Don't stop me,I'm going down all the way, Down the highway To hell '.&lt;br /&gt;On the 19th of February 1980,Bon Scott was found dead,He Had been choked by his own vomit.&lt;br /&gt;===*&lt;br /&gt;* * Campinas * * ( IN 2005 ) * In Campinas , Brazil ,a group of friends, drunk,went to pick upA friend .. . .The mother accompanied her to the car and was so worried About the drunkennessof her friends and she said to the Daughter holding her hand,who was already seated in the car:&lt;br /&gt;' My Daughter,Go With God AndMay He Protect You. '&lt;br /&gt;She responded: ' Only If He ( God ) Travels In The Trunk, Cause Inside Here - - - It's Already Full. '&lt;br /&gt;Hours later, news came bythat they had been involved in a Fatal accident, everyone had died, The car could not be recognized what type of car it had been,&lt;br /&gt;But surprisingly, the trunk was intact. The police said there was no way the trunkcould have Remained intact.To their surprise, inside the trunk was a Crate of eggs, none was broken .&lt;br /&gt;=== *&lt;br /&gt;* * Christine Hewitt * *(Jamaican Journalist and entertainer)said The Bible ( Word of God )was the worst book ever written. In June 2006, she was found burntbeyond recognition in her Motor vehicle .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many more important people have forgotten that there is no Other name that was givenso much authority as the name of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Many have died,but only Jesus died and rose again, and he Is still alive .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ' Jesus ' *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: If it was a joke,you would have sent itto everyone.So are you going to have courageto send this ?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done my partJesus said ' If you are embarrassed about me, I will also be embarrassed about you before my father. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my 8 in 8 seconds. I am not breaking this No way !&lt;br /&gt;I'M TOLD THIS WORKS !!!!! Bishop T.D. Jakes ' 8 Second Prayer. ' Just repeat this prayer and see how God moves !!&lt;br /&gt;' Lord, I love you and I need you, come into my heart,and Bless me,my family, my home, and my friends,in Jesus' name. Amen.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this message to 8 people { EXCEPT YOU AND ME } You will receive a miracle tomorrow.I Hope that you don't ignore and let God bless you .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-7470573413446831988?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/7470573413446831988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=7470573413446831988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/7470573413446831988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/7470573413446831988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2007/12/be-not-deceived-god-is-not-mocked.html' title='Be not deceived; God is not mocked.'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-6123388687085590488</id><published>2007-12-20T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:59:20.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bell</title><content type='html'>To view it better click on the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/R2tMXNzr80I/AAAAAAAABgw/c-kGFdFTF_c/s1600-h/The+Bell.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146290960928076610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/R2tMXNzr80I/AAAAAAAABgw/c-kGFdFTF_c/s400/The+Bell.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/R2tMLtzr8zI/AAAAAAAABgo/SC8IdOYuYII/s1600-h/The+Bell.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/1084224678299479255-6123388687085590488?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/6123388687085590488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=6123388687085590488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/6123388687085590488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/6123388687085590488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2007/12/bell.html' title='The Bell'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/R2tMXNzr80I/AAAAAAAABgw/c-kGFdFTF_c/s72-c/The+Bell.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-1566948983008434301</id><published>2007-12-19T12:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T12:38:57.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Treasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;You  Really  Must  Love  Your  Job&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://www.slideshare.net/hollymag/"&gt;hollymag&lt;/a&gt;, 3 minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:425px;text-align:left" id="__ss_208245"&gt;&lt;object style="margin:0px" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.slideshare.net/swf/ssplayer2.swf?doc=you-really-must-love-your-job-1198096475206358-4"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.slideshare.net/swf/ssplayer2.swf?doc=you-really-must-love-your-job-1198096475206358-4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:11px;font-family:tahoma,arial;height:26px;padding-top:2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slideshare.net/?src=embed"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.slideshare.net/swf/logo_embd.png" style="border:0px none;margin-bottom:-5px" alt="SlideShare"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/R2guwNzr8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Em9Jvjz0Hjg/s320/mistletoe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145413980145840898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weary holiday traveler looked in disbelief at a bunch of mistletoe hanging above the luggage check-in center.    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Turning to the attendant, he said, "Okay, I give up. Why is the mistletoe hanging there above the luggage scale?"&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The attendant said, "So you can kiss your luggage good-bye."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-9091146161623626072?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/9091146161623626072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=9091146161623626072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/9091146161623626072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/9091146161623626072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2007/12/mistletoe.html' title='Mistletoe'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/R2guwNzr8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Em9Jvjz0Hjg/s72-c/mistletoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-7379885558549718867</id><published>2007-12-17T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:59:21.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Explained</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/R2dCjdzr5iI/AAAAAAAABCo/MABtUWH1-Ls/s1600-h/cartoon_dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/R2dCjdzr5iI/AAAAAAAABCo/MABtUWH1-Ls/s320/cartoon_dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145154276358350370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day , God created the dog and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sit all day by the door of your house and bark at anyone who comes in or walks past. For this, I will give you a life span of twenty years.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog said: 'That's a long time to be barking. How about only ten years and I'll give you back the other ten?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day , God created the monkey and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Entertain people, do tricks, and make them laugh. For this, I'll give you a twenty-year life span.'&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/R2dDDNzr5jI/AAAAAAAABCw/z3oxKPS5Eys/s1600-h/cartoon_monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/R2dDDNzr5jI/AAAAAAAABCw/z3oxKPS5Eys/s320/cartoon_monkey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145154821819196978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monkey said: 'Monkey tricks for twenty years? That's a pretty long time to perform. How about I give you back ten like the dog did?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day , God created the cow and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You must go into the field with the farmer all day long and suffer under the sun, have calves and give milk to support the farmer's family For this, I will give you a life span of sixty Years.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/R2dDhdzr5lI/AAAAAAAABDA/HhFk2U95sCQ/s1600-h/cowbnw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/R2dDhdzr5lI/AAAAAAAABDA/HhFk2U95sCQ/s320/cowbnw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145155341510239826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cow said: 'That's kind of a tough life you want me to live for sixty years. How about twenty and I'll give back the other forty?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God agreed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day , God created man and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Eat, sleep, play, marry and enjoy your life. For this, I'll give you twenty years.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But man said: 'Only twenty years? Could you possibly give me my twenty, the forty the cow gave back, the ten the monkey gave back, and the ten the dog gave back; that makes eighty, okay?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/R2dECNzr5mI/AAAAAAAABDI/T9nmfyQaswM/s1600-h/cartoon_man.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/R2dECNzr5mI/AAAAAAAABDI/T9nmfyQaswM/s320/cartoon_man.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145155904150955618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Okay,' said God, 'You asked for it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is why for our first twenty years we eat, sleep, play and enjoy ourselves. For the next forty years we slave in the sun to support our family. For the next ten years we do monkey tricks to entertain the grandchildren. And for the last ten years we sit on the front porch and bark at everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has now been explained to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-7379885558549718867?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/7379885558549718867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=7379885558549718867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/7379885558549718867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/7379885558549718867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2007/12/life-explained.html' title='Life Explained'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/R2dCjdzr5iI/AAAAAAAABCo/MABtUWH1-Ls/s72-c/cartoon_dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-8950978298502324661</id><published>2007-12-16T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T21:09:51.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you a Democrat, a Republican, or a Southerner?</title><content type='html'>Here is a little test that will help you decide. The answer can be found by posing the following question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're walking down a deserted street with your wife and two small children. Suddenly, an Islamic Terrorist with a huge knife comes around the corner, locks eyes with you, screams obscenities, praises Allah, raises the knife, and charges at you. You are carrying a Kimber 1911 cal. 45 ACP, and you are an expert shot. You have mere seconds before he reaches you and your family.&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINK CAREFULLY AND THEN SCROLL DOWN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Democrat's Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, that's not enough information to answer the question!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Does the man look poor or oppressed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;Have I ever done anything to him that would inspire him to attack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;Could we run away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;What does my wife think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;Could I possibly swing the gun like a club and knock the knife out of his hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What does the law say about this situation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Does the GLOCK have appropriate safety built into it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Why am I carrying a loaded gun anyway, and what kind of message does this send to society and to my children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Is it possible he'd be happy with just killing me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Does he definitely want to kill me, or would he be content just to wound me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If I were to grab his knees and hold on, could my family get away while he was stabbing me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Should I call 9-1-1 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Why is this street so deserted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We need to raise taxes, have paint and weed day and make this happier, healthier street that would discourage such behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is all so confusing! I need to debate this with some friends for few days and try to come to a consensus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;..............................&lt;wbr&gt;...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Republican's Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;BANG! .........................&lt;wbr&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Southerner's Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Click..... (Sounds of reloading)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Click&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Daughter: 'Nice grouping, Daddy! Were those the Winchester Silver Tips or Hollow Points?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Son: 'Can I shoot the next one!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wife: 'You ain't taking that to the Taxidermist! &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/1084224678299479255-8950978298502324661?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/8950978298502324661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=8950978298502324661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/8950978298502324661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/8950978298502324661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2007/12/are-you-democrat-republican-or.html' title='Are you a Democrat, a Republican, or a Southerner?'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-8395866032457514207</id><published>2007-12-14T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:59:21.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "W" in Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/R2NZsdzr5hI/AAAAAAAABCg/oI9xKUIfQ1M/s1600-h/Jesus7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/R2NZsdzr5hI/AAAAAAAABCg/oI9xKUIfQ1M/s320/Jesus7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144053819837769234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Each December, I vowed to make Christmas a calm and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt; peaceful experience. I had cut back on nonessential obligations extensive card writing, endless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt; baking, decorating, and even overspending.. Yet still, I found myself exhausted, unable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt; to appreciate the precious family moments, and of course, the true meaning of Christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;My son, Nicholas, was in kindergarten that year. It was an exciting season for a six year old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;For weeks, he had been memorizing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt; songs for his school’s Winter Pageant. I didn't have the heart to tell him I'd be working the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt; night of the production, unwilling to miss his shining moment, I spoke with his Teacher, she assured me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt; there'd be a dress rehearsal the morning of the presentation. All parents unable to attend that evening were welcome to come then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt; Fortunately, Nicholas seemed happy with the compromise. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, the morning of the dress rehearsal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt; I filed in ten minutes early, found a spot on the cafeteria floor and sat down. Around the room I saw several other parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt; quietly scampering to their seats. As I waited, the students were led into the room. Each class sat on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt; floor. Then, each group, one by one, rose to perform their song. Because the public school system had long stopped referring to the holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt; as "Christmas," I didn't expect anything other than fun, commercial entertainment songs of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt; reindeer, Santa Claus, snowflakes and good cheer. So, when my son's class rose to sing, "Christmas Love," I was slightly taken aback by its bold title. Nicholas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt; was aglow, as were all of his classmates, adorned in fuzzy mittens, red sweaters, and bright snowcaps upon their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt; heads. Those in the front row- center stage - held up large letters, one by one, to spell out the title of the song. As the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt; class would sing "C is for Christmas," a child would hold up the letter C. Then, "H is for Happy," and on and on, until each child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt; holding up his portion had presented the complete message, "Christmas Love." The performance was going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt; smoothly, until suddenly, we noticed her; a small, quiet, girl in the front row holding the letter "M" upside down - totally unaware&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt; her letter "M" appeared as a "W". The audience of 1st through 6th graders snickered at this little one's mistake. But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt; she had no idea they were laughing at her, so she stood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt; tall, proudly holding her "W". Although many teachers tried to shush the children, the laughter continued until the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt; last letter was raised, and we all saw it together. A hush came over the audience and eyes began to widen. In that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt; instant, we understood the reason we were there, why we celebrated the holiday in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt; first place, why even in the chaos, there was a purpose for our festivities. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For when the last letter was held high, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt; message read loud and clear: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;"C H R I S T W A S L O V E" &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;And, I believe, He still is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Amazed in His presence....humbled by His love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Again, HAVE A BLESSED HOLIDAY SEASON &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Merry Christmas Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/R2NXK9zr5gI/AAAAAAAABCY/wS1f399GD8g/s1600-h/CHRISTMASLOVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/R2NXK9zr5gI/AAAAAAAABCY/wS1f399GD8g/s320/CHRISTMASLOVE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144051045288896002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-8395866032457514207?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/8395866032457514207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=8395866032457514207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/8395866032457514207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/8395866032457514207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2007/12/w-in-christmas.html' title='The &quot;W&quot; in Christmas'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/R2NZsdzr5hI/AAAAAAAABCg/oI9xKUIfQ1M/s72-c/Jesus7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-6381023283828239142</id><published>2007-12-12T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:59:21.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/R2BYN2G0OvI/AAAAAAAABB4/bpK93kWDaRo/s1600-h/camels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/R2BYN2G0OvI/AAAAAAAABB4/bpK93kWDaRo/s320/camels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143207769342753522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;A mother and baby camel are talking one day when the baby camel asks, "Mom, why have I got these huge three-toed feet?"  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;The mother replies, "Well, son, when we trek across the desert, your toes will help you to stay on top of the soft sand."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;"OK," said the son. A few minutes later the son asks, "Mom, why have I got these great long eyelashes?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;"They are there to keep the sand out of your eyes on the trips through the desert."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;"Thanks, Mom," replies the son. After a short while, the son returns and asks, "Mom, why have I got these great big humps on my back?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;The mother, now a little impatient with the boy, replies, "They are there to help us store fat for our long treks across the desert, so we can go without water for long periods."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;"That's great, Mom. So we have huge feet to stop us sinking, and long eyelashes to keep the sand from our eyes, and these humps to store water, but Mom..."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;"Yes, son?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;"Why are we in the San Diego zoo?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-6381023283828239142?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/6381023283828239142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=6381023283828239142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/6381023283828239142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/6381023283828239142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2007/12/camels.html' title='Camels'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ur3aMEfHVI/R2BYN2G0OvI/AAAAAAAABB4/bpK93kWDaRo/s72-c/camels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-1689062199840194191</id><published>2007-10-26T18:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T18:29:21.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Calories</title><content type='html'>A good piece of chocolate has about 200 calories. As I enjoy&lt;br /&gt;two servings per night, and a few more on weekends, I&lt;br /&gt;consume 3,500 calories of chocolate in a week, which equals&lt;br /&gt;one pound of weight per week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last 3 1/2 years, I have had a chocolate caloric&lt;br /&gt;intake of about 180 pounds. I weigh only 165 pounds, so&lt;br /&gt;without chocolate, I would have wasted away to nothing about&lt;br /&gt;three months ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe my life to chocolate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-1689062199840194191?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/1689062199840194191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=1689062199840194191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/1689062199840194191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/1689062199840194191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2007/10/chocolate-calories.html' title='Chocolate Calories'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-7947542463066696858</id><published>2007-09-27T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T14:16:06.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lexiograms</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;1. A bicycle can't stand alone because it is two-tired.  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;2. What's the definition of a will? It's a dead giveaway.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;3. Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;4. She had a boyfriend with a wooden leg, but broke it off.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;5. A chicken crossing the road is poultry in motion.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;6. If you don't pay your exorcist, you get repossessed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;7. With her marriage she got a new name and a dress.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;8. When a clock is hungry, it goes back four seconds.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;9. The man who fell into an upholstery machine is fully recovered.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;10. A grenade thrown into a kitchen in France would result in Linoleum Blownapart.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;11. He often broke into song because he couldn't find the key.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;12. A lot of money is tainted. 'Taint yours and 'taint mine.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;13. A boiled egg in the morning is hard to beat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;14. He had a photographic memory that was never developed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;15. Those who get too big for their britches will be exposed in the end.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;16. When you've seen one shopping center, you've seen a mall.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;17. Those who jump off a Paris bridge are in Seine.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;18. When an actress saw her first strands of gray hair, she thought she'd dye.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;19. Bakers trade bread recipes on a knead-to-know basis.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;20. Marathon runners with bad footwear suffer the agony of defeat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-7947542463066696858?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/7947542463066696858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=7947542463066696858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/7947542463066696858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/7947542463066696858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2007/09/lexiograms.html' title='Lexiograms'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-7243076574770513756</id><published>2007-09-21T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T11:09:30.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Window Seats</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;At the airport check-in counter, I overheard a woman ask for window seats for both herself and her husband.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;The clerk pointed out that this would prevent them from sitting together.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;"Sweetie," the woman replied, "I've just spent 10 days of quality time in a compact rental car with this man. I *know* what I'm requesting!"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-7243076574770513756?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/7243076574770513756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=7243076574770513756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/7243076574770513756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/7243076574770513756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2007/09/window-seats.html' title='Window Seats'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-2369807672048031512</id><published>2007-08-21T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T19:22:11.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Dumb Blonde Jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#400080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;FIRST DEGREE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#400080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(64, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#400080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;A married couple was asleep when the phone rang at 2 in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#400080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(64, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife (undoubtedly blonde), picked up the phone, listened a moment and said, "How should I know, that's 200 miles from here!" and hung up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#400080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(64, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The husband said, "Who was that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife said, "I don't know! It was some woman wanting to know if the coast is clear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`?*:-.,_,.-:*?`?*:-.,_,.-:*?`?&lt;wbr&gt;*:-.,_,.-:*?`?*: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#400080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(64, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#400080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(64, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND DEGREE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#400080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(64, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#400080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(64, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two blondes were walking down the street. One noticed a compact on the sidewalk and leaned down to pick it up. She opened it, looked in the mirror and said, "Hmm, this person looks familiar."&lt;br /&gt;The second blonde said, "Here, let me see!" So the first blonde handed her the compact. The second one looked in the mirror and said, "You dummy, it's me!"&lt;br /&gt;`?*:-.,_,.-:*?`?*:-.,_,.-:*?`?&lt;wbr&gt;*:-.,_,.-:*?`?*:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#400080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(64, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#400080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(64, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRD DEGREE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#400080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(64, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#400080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(64, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blonde suspected her boyfriend of cheating on her, so she went out and bought a gun. She went to his apartment unexpectedly and when she opened the door she found him in the arms of a redhead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#400080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(64, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#400080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(64, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the blonde is really angry. She opened her purse to take out the gun, and as she does so, she is overcome with grief. She took the gun and put it to her head.&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend yelled, "No, honey, don't do it!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde replied, "Shut up .. You're next!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`?*:-.,_,.-:*?`?*:-.,_,.-:*?`?&lt;wbr&gt;*:-.,_,.-:*?`?*:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#400080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(64, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#400080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(64, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOURTH DEGREE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#400080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(64, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#400080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(64, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blonde was bragging about her knowledge of state capitals. She proudly said, "Go ahead, ask me, I know all of them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend said, "OK, what's the capital of Wisconsin ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde replied, "Oh, that's easy: W."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`?*:-.,_,.-:*?`?*:-.,_,.-:*?`?&lt;wbr&gt;*:-.,_,.-:*?`?*:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#400080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(64, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#400080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(64, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFTH DEGREE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#400080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(64, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#400080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(64, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did the blonde ask her doctor when he told her she was pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it mine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`?*:-.,_,.-:*?`?*:- ,_,.-:*?`?*:-.,_,.-:*?`?*:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#400080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(64, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#400080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(64, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIXTH DEGREE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#400080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(64, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#400080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(64, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bambi, a blonde in her fourth year as a UCLA freshman, sat in her US government class. The professor asked Bambi if she knew what Roe vs. Wade was about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bambi pondered the question then finally said, "That was the decision &lt;span&gt;George Washington&lt;/span&gt; had to make before he crossed the &lt;span&gt;Delaware&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`?*:-.,_,.-:*?`?*:-.,_,.-:*?`?&lt;wbr&gt;*: -.,_,.-:*?`?*:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#400080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(64, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#400080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(64, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVENTH DEGREE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#400080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(64, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#400080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(64, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returning home from work, a blonde was shocked to find her house ransacked and burglarized. She telephoned the police at once and reported the crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police dispatcher broadcast the call on the radio, and a K-9 unit, patrolling nearby was the first to respond. As the K-9 officer approached the house with his dog on a leash, the blonde ran out on the porch, shuddered at the sight of the cop and his dog, then sat down on the steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting her face in her hands, she moaned, "I come home to find all my possessions stolen. I call the police for help, and what do they do? They send me a BLIND policeman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Now forward this to someone else who needs a laugh today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-2369807672048031512?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/2369807672048031512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=2369807672048031512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/2369807672048031512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/2369807672048031512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2007/08/more-dumb-blonde-jokes.html' title='More Dumb Blonde Jokes'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-5526178551350999464</id><published>2007-08-13T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T09:34:04.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speeding Ticket</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Speeding Registration&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;On a long drive from Virginia, I thought I was traveling at a reasonable speed, but the flashing blue lights in my rear- view mirror made me realize that I'd been over the limit. I handed the officer my license and made small talk while my wife dug through the glove compartment for the registration.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;"I'm usually very careful about my speed," I told him as my wife handed me the paperwork.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;The officer studied it and then gave it back. "Sir," he said gruffly, "this is not your registration."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;It was a warning ticket I had received for speeding in Florida.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-5526178551350999464?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/5526178551350999464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=5526178551350999464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/5526178551350999464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/5526178551350999464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2007/08/speeding-ticket.html' title='Speeding Ticket'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-6584118884847954960</id><published>2007-08-09T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T17:56:53.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da BIA Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0000ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(BIA - Bureau of Indian  Affairs)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr" align="left" lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A  cocky BIA employee stopped at a farm and talked with an old Indian.  He  told the Indian, "I need to inspect your farm for a possible new&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;road."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The old Indian  said, "OK, but don't go in that field." The BIA employee said, "I have  the authority of the United States Government to go where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want.  See  this card? I am allowed to go wherever I wish on Indian  land."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So the old Indian went about his  farm chores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, he heard loud screams and saw the BIA employee  running for the fence and close behind was the Indian's prize bull. The bull was madder than a nest  full of hornets and the bull was gaining on the employee at every step!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old Indian called out, "Show  him your card!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-6584118884847954960?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/6584118884847954960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=6584118884847954960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/6584118884847954960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/6584118884847954960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2007/08/da-bia-man.html' title='Da BIA Man'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-628728057624846477</id><published>2007-08-08T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T13:33:17.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blonde with a Flat Tire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 10pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Garamond;"&gt;A blonde's car gets a flat tire  on the Interstate one day so she eases it over onto the shoulder of the road.  She carefully steps out of the car and opens the trunk, takes out two cardboard  men, unfolds them and stands them at the rear of the vehicle facing oncoming  traffic.  The lifelike cardboard men are in trench coats exposing their  nude bodies to approaching drivers. Not surprisingly, the traffic became snarled  and backed up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Garamond;"&gt;It wasn't very long before a  police car arrives. The officer, clearly enraged, approaches the blonde of the  disabled vehicle yelling, "What is going on here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Garamond;"&gt;"My car broke down, Officer" says  the woman, calmly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Garamond;"&gt;"Well, what are these obscene  cardboard pictures doing here by the road?!" asks the  Officer.&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\n\u003cdiv style\u003d\"margin-bottom:6pt\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Garamond\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:12pt;font-family:Garamond\"\&gt;&amp;quot;Helllllooooo” she replied, \n“those are my emergency flashers!&amp;quot; \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\n\u003cdiv\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Arial\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt; \u003c/div\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\n\u003cp\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\n",0] ); D(["ce"]);  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Garamond;"&gt;"Helllllooooo” she replied,  “those are my emergency flashers!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/1084224678299479255-628728057624846477?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/628728057624846477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=628728057624846477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/628728057624846477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/628728057624846477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2007/08/blonde-with-flat-tire.html' title='The Blonde with a Flat Tire'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-8880590005512649967</id><published>2007-07-11T12:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T12:45:38.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Theft in New Zealand</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Police in New Zealand were mystified by the apparent theft of a complete toilet bowl from a police station in Auckland.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;When a local news reporter asked the police sergeant if they had any leads, he replied, "At present we have nothing to go on."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-8880590005512649967?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/8880590005512649967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=8880590005512649967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/8880590005512649967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/8880590005512649967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2007/07/theft-in-new-zealand.html' title='Theft in New Zealand'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-2716951614804163146</id><published>2007-06-04T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T20:08:04.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harold The Computer Guy</title><content type='html'>I was having trouble with my computer. So I called Harold, the computer guy, to come over. Harold clicked a couple of buttons and solved the problem. He gave me a bill for a minimum service call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he was walking away, I called after him, "So, what was wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, "It was an 'ID ten T' error."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to appear stupid, but I nonetheless inquired, "An ID ten T Error? What's that, in case I need to fix it again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harold grinned. "Haven't you ever heard of an ID ten T error before?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Write it down," he said, "and I think you'll figure it out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I D 1 0 T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to like Harold...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-2716951614804163146?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/2716951614804163146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=2716951614804163146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/2716951614804163146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/2716951614804163146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2007/06/harold-computer-guy.html' title='Harold The Computer Guy'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-5179023446767491268</id><published>2007-05-17T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T14:36:14.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 WAYS THE BIBLE WOULD BE DIFFERENT (If Written By College</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10. Last Supper would have been eaten the next  morning -&lt;br /&gt;cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The Ten Commandments are actually only  five,&lt;br /&gt;double-spaced, and written in a large font.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. New edition every  two years in order to limit reselling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Forbidden fruit would have been  eaten because it wasn't&lt;br /&gt;cafeteria food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Paul's letter to the Romans  becomes Paul's e-mail to&lt;br /&gt;abuse@romans.gov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Reason Cain killed Abel:  They were roommates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The place where the end of the world occurs:  Finals, not&lt;br /&gt;Armageddon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Out go the mules, in come the mountain  bikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Reason why Moses and followers walked in desert for  40&lt;br /&gt;years: They didn't want to ask directions and look  like&lt;br /&gt;freshmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Instead of God creating the world in six days and  resting&lt;br /&gt;on the seventh, He would have put it off until the night&lt;br /&gt;before it  was due and then pulled an all-nighter.&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/1084224678299479255-5179023446767491268?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/5179023446767491268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=5179023446767491268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/5179023446767491268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/5179023446767491268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2007/05/10-ways-bible-would-be-different-if.html' title='10 WAYS THE BIBLE WOULD BE DIFFERENT (If Written By College'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-1103789659230750631</id><published>2007-05-15T11:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T11:16:53.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not quite a "Knock-Knock" joke</title><content type='html'>A young and foolish pilot wanted to sound cool on the aviation frequencies. So, this was his first time approaching a field during the nighttime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of making any official request to the tower, he&lt;br /&gt;said: "Guess who?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The controller switched the field lights off and replied:&lt;br /&gt;"Guess where!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-1103789659230750631?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/1103789659230750631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=1103789659230750631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/1103789659230750631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/1103789659230750631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2007/05/not-quite-knock-knock-joke.html' title='Not quite a &quot;Knock-Knock&quot; joke'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-3721014698654523033</id><published>2007-05-03T09:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T09:04:30.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One 11-year-old wrote, "When my mom opened a tin of sardines last night, it was full of oil and all the sardines were dead."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-3721014698654523033?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/3721014698654523033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=3721014698654523033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/3721014698654523033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/3721014698654523033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-11-year-old-wrote-when-my-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-183940058700820464</id><published>2007-05-01T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T11:38:27.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter is Good Medicine</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 18pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Enjoy  the laughter! We all need it ---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 18pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LIFE  AFTER DEATH :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 18pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: red;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: red;"&gt;"DO  YOU BELIEVE IN LIFE AFTER DEATH?" THE BOSS ASKED ONE OF HIS EMPLOYEES.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"YES, SIR," THE  NEW EMPLOYEE REPLIED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"WELL, THEN,  THAT MAKES EVERYTHING JUST FINE," THE BOSS WENT ON. "AFTER YOU LEFT EARLY  YESTERDAY TO GO TO YOUR GRANDMOTHER'S  FUNERAL,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: red;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;SHE STOPPED IN TO SEE  YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 18pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;PALM  SUNDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 18pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: blue;"&gt;  : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;IT WAS PALM  SUNDAY AND, BECAUSE OF A SORE THROAT, FIVE-YEAR-OLD JOHNNY STAYED HOME FROM  CHURCH WITH A SITTER. WHEN THE FAMILY RETURNED HOME, THEY WERE CARRYING SEVERAL  PALM BRANCHES. THE BOY ASKED WHAT THEY WERE FOR. "PEOPLE HELD THEM OVER JESUS'  HEAD AS HE WALKED BY." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"WOULDN'T YOU KNOW IT," THE BOY FUMED, "THE  ONE SUNDAY I DON'T GO, HE SHOWS UP!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 18pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 18pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;CHILDREN'S  SERMON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 18pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;ONE  EASTER SUNDAY MORNING AS THE MINISTER WAS PREACHING THE CHILDREN'S SERMON, HE  REACHED INTO HIS BAG OF PROPS AND PULLED OUT AN EGG. HE POINTED AT THE EGG AND  ASKED THE CHILDREN, "WHAT'S IN HERE?" "I KNOW!" A L ITTLE BOY EXCLAIMED.  "PANTYHOSE!! " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 18pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;SUPPORT A  FAMILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;"&gt; &lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;THE PROSPECTIVE  FATHER-IN-LAW ASKED, "YOUNG MAN, CAN YOU SUPPORT A FAMILY?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: green;"&gt;THE  SURPRISED GROOM-TO-BE REPLIED, "WELL, NO. I WAS JUST PLANNING TO SUPPORT YOUR  DAUGHTER. THE REST OF YOU WILL HAVE TO FEND FOR YOURSELVES."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 18pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;FIRST TIME  USHERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt; :  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;A LITTLE BOY IN  CHURCH FOR THE FIRST TIME WATCHED AS THE USHERS PASSED AROUND THE OFFERING  PLATES. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;WHEN THEY CAME NEAR HIS PEW, THE BOY SAID  LOUDLY, "DON'T PAY FOR ME DADDY. I'M UNDER FIVE." &lt;  /B&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 18pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 18pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: red;"&gt;PRAYERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 18pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt; :  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;THE SUNDAY  SCHOOL TEACHER ASKED, "NOW, JOHNNY, TELL ME, DO YOU SAY PRAYERS BEFORE EATING?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt;"NO  SIR," HE REPLIED, "WE DON'T HAVE TO, MY MOM IS A GOOD COOK!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 18pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 18pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: blue;"&gt;CLIMB  THE WALLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 18pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: blue;"&gt;:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"OH, I SURE AM  HAPPY TO SEE YOU," THE LITTLE BOY SAID TO HIS GRANDMOTHER ON HIS MOTHER'S SIDE.  "NOW MAYBE DADDY WILL DO THE TRICK HE HAS BEEN PROMISING US."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;THE GRANDMOTHER WAS CURIOUS. "WHAT TRICK IS  THAT?" SHE ASKED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"I HEARD HIM  TELL MOMMY THAT HE WOULD CLIMB THE WALLS IF YOU CAME TO VISIT," THE LITTLE BOY  ANSWERED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:olive;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 18pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: olive; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:olive;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 18pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: olive;"&gt;THE  MOOD RING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:olive;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 18pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: olive;"&gt;  : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:olive;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: olive; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:olive;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: olive;"&gt;MY  HUSBAND BOUGHT ME A MOOD RING THE OTHER DAY. WHEN I'M IN A GOOD MOOD IT TURNS  GREEN. WHEN I'M IN A BAD MOOD,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:olive;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: olive;"&gt;IT  LEAVES A RED MARK ON HIS  FOREHEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:78%;color:olive;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 7.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: olive;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 18pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;THE WATER  PISTOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comi ¬Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 18pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: green;"&gt;:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: green; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: green;"&gt;WHEN  MY THREE-YEAR-OLD SON OPENED THE BIRTHDAY GIFT FROM HIS GRANDMOTHER, HE  DISCOVERED A WATER PISTOL.. HE SQUEALED WITH DELIGHT AND HEADED FOR THE NEAREST  SINK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: green; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I WAS NOT SO PLEASED. I TURNED TO  MOM AND SAID, "I'M SURPRISED AT YOU. DON'T YOU REMEMBER HOW WE USED TO DRIVE YOU  CRAZY WIT H WATER GUNS?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: green; font-family: Arial;"&gt;MOM  SMILED AND THEN REPLIED..... "I  REMEMBER!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 13.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 13.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy;"&gt; A  new teacher was trying to make use of her psychology courses. She started her  class by saying, "Everyone who thinks they're stupid, stand up!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After  a few seconds, Little Davie stood up. The teacher said, "Do you  think you're stupid, Little Davie?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;"No,  ma'am, but I hate to see you standing there all by  yourself!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 18pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 18pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: purple;"&gt;Little  Davie watched,  fascinated, as his mother smoothed cold cream on her face.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: purple; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;"Why do you do that, mommy?" he  asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 18pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: purple; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;"To  make myself beautiful," said his mother, who then began removing the cream with  a tissue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 18pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: purple; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;"What's  the matter?" asked Little Davie. "Giving  up?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: maroon; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 13.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: blue;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;GRANDMA'S  AGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: maroon;"&gt; &lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: maroon; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: maroon;"&gt;LITTLE  JOHNNY ASKED HIS GRANDMA! HOW OLD SHE WAS.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;GRANDMA  ANSWERED, "39 AND HOLDING." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;JOHNNY THOUGHT  FOR A MOMENT, AND THEN SAID, "AND HOW OLD WOULD YOU BE IF YOU LET  GO?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-183940058700820464?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/183940058700820464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=183940058700820464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/183940058700820464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/183940058700820464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2007/05/laughter-is-good-medicine.html' title='Laughter is Good Medicine'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-4046448951836532617</id><published>2007-04-19T20:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:50:45.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaning Slightly</title><content type='html'>I have a friend who always seemed to lean slightly to the left all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to bother me, so I suggested he see a doctor and have his legs checked out. For years, he refused and told me I was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last week, he finally went, and sure enough, the doctor discovered his left leg was 1/4 inch shorter than his right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick bit of orthopedic surgery later, he was cured. Both legs are exactly the same length now, and he no longer leans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So," I said, "you didn't believe me when I told you a doctor could fix your leg."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just looked at me and said, "I stand corrected."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-4046448951836532617?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/4046448951836532617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=4046448951836532617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/4046448951836532617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/4046448951836532617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2007/04/leaning-slightly.html' title='Leaning Slightly'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-3555597707116601124</id><published>2007-04-17T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T10:04:00.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Anniversary</title><content type='html'>We were celebrating the 100th anniversary of our church, and several former pastors and the bishop were in attendance. At one point, our minister had the children gather at the altar for a talk about the importance of the day. He began by asking, "Does anyone know what the bishop does?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, one little boy answered gravely, "He's the one you can move diagonally."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-3555597707116601124?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/3555597707116601124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=3555597707116601124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/3555597707116601124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/3555597707116601124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2007/04/church-anniversary.html' title='Church Anniversary'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-1478810730127952251</id><published>2007-04-16T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T20:22:28.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Drive in LA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span id="role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW TO DRIVE IN LOS ANGELES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;1.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;You must first learn to pronounce the city name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;it is &lt;span id="lw_1175533664_0" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;L A&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  The  morning rush hour is from 5:00 a.m. to noon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; The evening rush hour is from noon to 7:00 p.m. Friday's rush hour  starts on Thursday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The minimum acceptable speed on most  freeways is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;85 mph.  On the 105 or 110, your speed is expected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;to match the highway number.   Anything less is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;considered "Wussy."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Forget the traffic  rules you learned elsewhere. &lt;span id="lw_1175533664_1" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;L A&lt;/span&gt; has its own version of  traffic rules.  For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;example, cars/trucks with the loudest muffler go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;first at a four-way stop; the trucks with the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;biggest tires go second.  However,  in &lt;span id="lw_1175533664_2" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;Malibu&lt;/span&gt;, SUV-driving, cell  phone-talking moms ALWAYS have the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;right of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  If you actually stop at a yellow  light, you will be rear ended, cussed out, and possibly shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.   Never honk at anyone  Ever. &lt;u&gt;Seriously&lt;/u&gt;.  It's  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;another offense that can get you shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.   Road construction is permanent and continuous in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;all of &lt;span id="lw_1175533664_4" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;L A&lt;/span&gt; and Orange counties.   Detour barrels are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;moved around for your entertainment pleasure  during&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;the middle  of the night to make the next day's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;driving a bit more exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Watch carefully  for road hazards such as drunks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;skunks, dogs, cats, barrels, cones, celebs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;rubberneckers, shredded  tires, cell phoners, deer and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;other road kill, and the coyotes feeding on any of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;these items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.   Mapquest does not work here -- none of the roads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;are where they say they are or go  where they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;they do and all the freeway off and on ramps are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;moved each night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.   If someone actually has their turn signal on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;wave them to the shoulder immediately to  let them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;know it  has been "accidentally activated."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  If you are in the left lane  and only driving 70&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;in a 55-65 mph zone, you are considered a roadhazard and will be "flipped  off" accordingly.  If&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;you return the flip, you'll be shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  Do not  try to estimate travel time -- just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;leave Monday afternoon for Tuesday appointments,  by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;noon  Thursday for Friday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;and right after church on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Sunday for anything on Monday  morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/1084224678299479255-1478810730127952251?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/1478810730127952251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=1478810730127952251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/1478810730127952251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/1478810730127952251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-to-drive-in-la.html' title='How to Drive in LA'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084224678299479255.post-8558840699133779308</id><published>2007-04-16T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T19:44:10.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot air dryers</title><content type='html'>My pastor friend put sanitary hot air hand dryers in the restrooms at his church and after two weeks took them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him why, and he confessed that they worked fine, but when he went into the men's restroom, he saw a sign that&lt;br /&gt;read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For a sample of this week's sermon, push the button."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084224678299479255-8558840699133779308?l=hollyemails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/feeds/8558840699133779308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084224678299479255&amp;postID=8558840699133779308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/8558840699133779308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084224678299479255/posts/default/8558840699133779308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyemails.blogspot.com/2007/04/hot-air-dryers.html' title='Hot air dryers'/><author><name>Holly Magnuson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sZ35zExpgIo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAACzd8/Hx7iVleB-Bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
