<?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-8352162615419702093</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:05:55.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, well...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfcookieshalfcream.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352162615419702093/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfcookieshalfcream.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11193791288567174320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tzCYL48Z5Jo/SPR9njwdR2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_XDFIcaEm8A/S220/1_165182415l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352162615419702093.post-4559719784155687553</id><published>2008-05-27T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T03:03:36.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey, I'm wearing this poem tonight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;All Because You Kissed Me Goodnight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I climbed up the door, and opened the stairs;&lt;br /&gt;I said my pajamas and put on my pray'rs;&lt;br /&gt;I turned off the bed and crawled into the light;&lt;br /&gt;And all because you kissed me goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning I woke and scrambled my shoes;&lt;br /&gt;I shined up an egg, then I toasted the news;&lt;br /&gt;I buttered my tie, and took another bite;&lt;br /&gt;And all because you kissed me goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By evening I felt normal, so we went out again;&lt;br /&gt;You said, "Goodnight," and kissed me;&lt;br /&gt;I hurried home and then I climbed up the door, and opened up the stairs;&lt;br /&gt;I said my pajamas and put on my pray'rs;&lt;br /&gt;I turned off the bed, and crawled into the light;&lt;br /&gt;And all because you kissed me goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I powdered my hair, and pinned up my nose;&lt;br /&gt;I hung up the bath, and I turned on my clothes;&lt;br /&gt;I put out the clock, and wound the cat up tight;&lt;br /&gt;And all because you kissed me goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran up the shade and pulled down the stair;&lt;br /&gt;I curled up the rug, and I vacuumed my hair;&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't tell my left foot from my right;&lt;br /&gt;And all because you kissed me goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By evening I felt normal, so we went out again;&lt;br /&gt;You said, "Goodnight," and kissed me;&lt;br /&gt;I hurried home and then I lifted the preacher and called up the phone;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to the dog, and I threw your Ma a bone;&lt;br /&gt;'Twas midnight, and yet the sun was shining bright;&lt;br /&gt;And all because you kissed me goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352162615419702093-4559719784155687553?l=halfcookieshalfcream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfcookieshalfcream.blogspot.com/feeds/4559719784155687553/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tzCYL48Z5Jo/SPR9njwdR2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_XDFIcaEm8A/S220/1_165182415l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352162615419702093.post-3302028604503433030</id><published>2008-03-26T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T01:57:23.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Iceberg Theory</title><content type='html'>1. How tall are you barefoot? 5'2".&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever smoked? Puffed, Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you own a gun? Don’t you need to own a license first?&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you hate someone right now? I heart ‘em all.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you get nervous? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you think of hot dogs? Frankfurters.&lt;br /&gt;7. What's your favorite Christmas song? I’d say songs, but the first thought was Nat ‘King’ Cole’s The Christmas Song.&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Tea.&lt;br /&gt;9. Can you do push-ups? Push my luck, yes.&lt;br /&gt;10. What's your favorite piece of jewelry? Handcuffs.&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you like painkillers? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;12. What is your secret weapon to lure the opposite sex? A whiff of repulsion.&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you own a knife? Like a Swiss knife? No.&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you have H.I.V? No.&lt;br /&gt;15. Name. Helen Dawn&lt;br /&gt;16. Name the three things you wanna do at this exact moment. Write, shop for Christmas, help.&lt;br /&gt;17. Name the last three things you bought. Big Mac, Mouse, AAA battery.&lt;br /&gt;18. Name three things you regularly drink. Tea, Coffee, Water.&lt;br /&gt;19. What time did you wake up today? Quarter past nine.&lt;br /&gt;20. Current worry? Nada.&lt;br /&gt;21. Current hate? Papercuts.&lt;br /&gt;22. Favorite place to be? Coffee bar.&lt;br /&gt;23. Least favorite place to be? Carport.&lt;br /&gt;24. Where would you like to go? Maldives.&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you own several pairs of slippers? Yes, pink, plum, and ecru.&lt;br /&gt;26. What shirt are you wearing? Polo shirt.&lt;br /&gt;27. Favorite color? Red.&lt;br /&gt;28. Would you like to be a pirate? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;29. Last time you had an alcoholic drink? March.&lt;br /&gt;30. What songs do you sing in the shower? Amel Larrieux’s Make Me Whole.&lt;br /&gt;31. As a child, what did you fear was going to get you at night? Aliens.&lt;br /&gt;32. What's in your wallet right now? Dosh.&lt;br /&gt;33. Last thing that made you laugh? Text message.&lt;br /&gt;34. Last thing that made you cry? The thought that you don’t deserve an explanation.&lt;br /&gt;35. Worst injury you've ever had? Cruelty.&lt;br /&gt;36. Who is your loudest friend? Joy Ellaine. Te quiero muchisimo!&lt;br /&gt;37. Who is your most silent friend? Mardy.&lt;br /&gt;38. Last movie watched? Rush Hour 3.&lt;br /&gt;39. Where? SM.&lt;br /&gt;40. What is your favorite chocolate? Quadros.&lt;br /&gt;41. What song do you want played in your wedding? When You Say You Love Me by Josh Groban.&lt;br /&gt;42. What were you doing 12 AM last night? Drowning at stage four of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;43. What was the first thing you did today? Combed my sister’s hair.&lt;br /&gt;44. What was the last thing you did the day before yesterday? I think that was Sunday. I talked to my officemate.&lt;br /&gt;45. How many messages are in your inbox? 441.&lt;br /&gt;46. Scents? On Ice, Mania, Brit, City Glam, Lauren Style, Romance.&lt;br /&gt;47. Shoe size? Six.&lt;br /&gt;48. Which wrist do you wear your watch? Left.&lt;br /&gt;49. Biggest lie the world has told? Myth, actually. That love conquers all.&lt;br /&gt;50. Greatest lesson on letting go? All it takes is God, and a little bit of time. (Bo Sanchez)&lt;br /&gt;51. In life? The greatest lessons are always paradoxical. Chow Yun-Fat said: &lt;em&gt;The things we hold have no permanence in this world. It is only by letting go that we possess what is real.&lt;/em&gt; Something to that effect. I don’t recall it verbatim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352162615419702093-3302028604503433030?l=halfcookieshalfcream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfcookieshalfcream.blogspot.com/feeds/3302028604503433030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352162615419702093&amp;postID=3302028604503433030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352162615419702093/posts/default/3302028604503433030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352162615419702093/posts/default/3302028604503433030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfcookieshalfcream.blogspot.com/2008/03/iceberg-theory.html' title='The Iceberg Theory'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11193791288567174320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tzCYL48Z5Jo/SPR9njwdR2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_XDFIcaEm8A/S220/1_165182415l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
