<?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-14511218</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:40:59.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yaddle Yaddle Yaddle</title><subtitle type='html'>The Diary of a Mad Green Woman</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14511218/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaddle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yaddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979173088222876979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/peanut105/yaddle.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14511218.post-112218275790458781</id><published>2005-07-23T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T22:27:41.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge 1: Schmoozing or Losing</title><content type='html'>Love celebrities, I do. Fascinating do I find them.. read gossip magazines too much, I do. Spend all my extra credits on them I do. Yell at me about this, Yoda has.. but one to talk, he is not.. buy &lt;i&gt;Dolly&lt;/i&gt; merchandise off eBay like a madman he does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first challenge, then, to find me celebrities to meet was. Had two hours to find a celebrity to meet, they guys had. He who impressed with their celebrity the most, the winner would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought this a difficult challege I did. Expect much from them, I did not... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noa B., the first one back was. Too little time had he spent finding a celebrity he had.. worry me this did.. but tell me that an old friend had he called. From Endor he is, so expecting an Ewok I was... but his friend the Quaker Oats Quaker was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/peanut105/glassnoa.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/peanut105/logo.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unimpressed with this "celebrity" I was. Much to discuss with him, I did not have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next back, The Colonel was. Tell me, he did, that call his friend Mrs. (Betty) White he had. A Golden Girl she is.. but watch that show in years, I have not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/peanut105/glassmust.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/peanut105/white.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand how they know eachother, I do not. Know how he knows Yoda, I did not,  but until end this Potty-Board mischief did, a suspect he was, and looking to stretch out his 15-minutes he is. An Omarosa-Complex he has.. but again.. have much to talk about with Mrs. (Betty) White, I did not have. Associate her with Bea Arthur I do.. and scared she makes me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, return Johnny D. did. And several friends had be brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/peanut105/glassjohn.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/peanut105/WB-2130_f.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Boxcar Chlidren" he said they were called. Further convince me that homeless he is, if his friends in a boxcar live. Polite they were.. and looking to solve mysteries they were. Told them I did, that a mystery they had just missed. Then throw a fit they did. Break a lamp they did! Ask them to leave, I had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next the filmmaker, Tim B. came back with his friend, Helena Bonham Carter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/peanut105/glasstim.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/peanut105/bonhamcarterhelena1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mess she was. Angry too. Understand why brought her, he had, I could not. Smoke a lot, she did.. and then leave together they did. A couple do I think they are.. so.. off the show he might by default be. But his movie will I still watch, since such great things people say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few guys with no one came back.. lame did I find this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/peanut105/glassescrane.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/peanut105/glassglass.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/peanut105/glasssteves.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worried I was when a few seconds left there were, and return the "5th one down" had not. My favorite, he was, so wonder I did.. and then finally, back he came. One of my favorites he brought back! Danny Devito it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/peanut105/devito.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved him since I saw &lt;u&gt;Twins&lt;/u&gt; I have! And &lt;u&gt;Matilda&lt;/u&gt; have I watched many times! Thrilled I was.. and won the game The 5th One had. Sent the others back to the house, I did.. and vote no one off I did, since left with Helena Bonham Carter, Tim B. seemed to have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our date, Danny Devito came. Fun we all had. Drink coffees we did. But so excited to be talking with Danny Devito, little more did I learn about The 5th One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny and I, the same size do we wear! A small world, it is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14511218-112218275790458781?l=yaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/112218275790458781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14511218&amp;postID=112218275790458781' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14511218/posts/default/112218275790458781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14511218/posts/default/112218275790458781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaddle.blogspot.com/2005/07/challenge-1-schmoozing-or-losing.html' title='Challenge 1: Schmoozing or Losing'/><author><name>Yaddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979173088222876979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/peanut105/yaddle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14511218.post-112209515461040809</id><published>2005-07-22T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T11:43:21.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scraping the Bottom of the Bucket This Is.</title><content type='html'>Still think this show sucks, I do. Still, play along I will. Nothing better to do have I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A meet-and-greet with the guys I had. Cocktails there were.. a green-apple martini did I have.. and yummy it was. Much did I learn. In some cases, too much information it was. Know when to shut up, these weirdos do not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cool, I do not think myself.. but a Jedi Master I am! An accomplishment that is! Telling me about what they do they were.. not so impressed was I. The movie maker, Tim B. he is called on the show, a movie about a man with &lt;i&gt;scissors for hands&lt;/i&gt; he made. Ridiculous this sounds! Watch this did anyone?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An eye did I keep on the "5th one down," Still know where I know him from, I do not. Quiet he keeps.. interested this makes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But take the time to read one of the author's books I did (speed-read with the Force, I can!). Stephen K. he is called. A book about a clown I read. Expected a funny story I did... but get this I did not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/peanut105/yadd.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to turn my lights off now I am! Embarassing this is.. that well over 400 years old I am and sleeping with my Barbie night-light on I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. vote him off I did. Sorry to see him go, I was not. Bump into a wall he did on the way out. See it, he couldn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, back to the house they all went. Living together, they are. Two to a bedroom do they sleep.. cheap of NBC I think this is. Their own rooms they do not get?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, a competition will we have.. and go on a date with the winner I will. Concern me this does. What if out with Oatmeal-Guy I have to go?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, turn my attention to the Potty-Board matter now, I must. Accused I have been.. but, really, when snubbed someone is, steal a potty board, who does?? Sick that is.. do what with it, would I?? Over the mantle would I display it? Use it myself would I? No... believe this to be a lame excuse for Yoda to spend time with me, I do. Miss me, he does. Know it, we all do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But better things have I moved on to now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/peanut105/glassnoa.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or not. Whatever... the principle of the thing, it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14511218-112209515461040809?l=yaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/112209515461040809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14511218&amp;postID=112209515461040809' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14511218/posts/default/112209515461040809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14511218/posts/default/112209515461040809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaddle.blogspot.com/2005/07/scraping-bottom-of-bucket-this-is.html' title='Scraping the Bottom of the Bucket This Is.'/><author><name>Yaddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979173088222876979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/peanut105/yaddle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14511218.post-112198166840976192</id><published>2005-07-21T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T15:06:44.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of The Darkside, NBC Is!!</title><content type='html'>So much to tell I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me, NBC did. Tell me that send in an audition tape, I must. Send my measurements I must also. Personal information about me, this NBC wants..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to help me make an audition tape, Kenobi was... but forgot about it, he did. Pissed about this, I am. Know how to use the camcorder only he and Skywalker do.. but busy now, they both were!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make the tape myself I did... but of poor quality it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/peanut105/record.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worried that make it onto dating shows I would not, I was. But make it I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack my bags, I did. A leave of absence I took. In 476 and 1/2 years, only one day have I taken off (&lt;i&gt;watch Princess Di’s wedding, I did. A charade that ended up being...&lt;/i&gt;). Deserve this, I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Watch out," thought I, "Yaddle, here comes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, now, disillusionment do I feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A joke this show is!! Hunks I do not see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A show called &lt;u&gt;Average Joe&lt;/u&gt; I am on. Pathetic, these males are. Sexy I find them not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that they are interesting people, the producers do.. that good spirits do they have. Care not about these things do I!! Here for a fling, I am. Flung by these guys, I do not wish to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But meet them, I have. Off a bus did they come.. one worse than the last they were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All glasses do they wear. Signify their unsexy-ness, this does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you about them, I will:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/peanut105/glassescrane.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;A doctor he says he is. Believe this, I do not. Carry around a burlap mask he does.. threaten to show it to me he does. Appreciate this, I do not. A wacko do I think he is.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/peanut105/glassking.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Nearly fall off the bus he did. See the steps, he could not. Wonder how many Coke bottles had to lose their bottoms to make his glasses I do. Write books, this one does. Talk about phobias, this one does too. Freaking each other out, he and the first one seem to enjoy. Attracted to him, I am not. &lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/peanut105/glassjohn.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Good looking, this man could be.. but wear goofy hats and glasses he does! Smell as though he’s showered recently, he does not. Appealing, this is not. Homeless I thought him when off the bus he came..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/peanut105/glasssteves.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Like to travel, this man does. A dweeb, he is. Carry his "Euros" in a fanny pack he does... show me his fanny pack, he did!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/peanut105/glassewa.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Familiar this one looked, though place him, I could not. Tell me his name, he would not. Peculiar did I find this...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/peanut105/glassmust.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Trust this man, I do not... speak of Yoda he did... concern me, this does. Thrown in my face, I do not wish my past to be..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/peanut105/glassglass.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Familiar is this one too!! Young he seems. Brash he is.. but wear a tie he did! Impress me, this did. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/peanut105/glassnoa.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Smell like oatmeal, this guy did. Gross did I find this. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/peanut105/glasstim.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; To get back on the bus, I wished this one would. “A joke this is??!” I asked, “The real guys, where are??” No hunks were there. Bad teeth this man had.. and “direct movies,” he says he does.. movies to watch with my mother, I think them not. A pervy vibe did I get from him... but, wrong have I been before. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to think about this I have. Vote one of them, "off the island" tomorrow I must.. know which one yet, I do not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14511218-112198166840976192?l=yaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/112198166840976192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14511218&amp;postID=112198166840976192' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14511218/posts/default/112198166840976192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14511218/posts/default/112198166840976192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaddle.blogspot.com/2005/07/of-darkside-nbc-is.html' title='Of The Darkside, NBC Is!!'/><author><name>Yaddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979173088222876979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/peanut105/yaddle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14511218.post-112176496819661741</id><published>2005-07-19T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T02:24:07.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back In The Saddle I Am!</title><content type='html'>Tired of being single I am. Finished looking at the same old Jedi I am.. when lived 477 years, bored with the same old faces you get. And find, I did, in the Jedi code, a loophole...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If under .75 meters you are, allowed to date casually you are... though married, you cannot be.. engaged you can not be... and Scientologist you cannot be... &lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elated, I was, when Tom Cruise did I call.. tell him about that last rule I did. Throw furniture, he did. Hear it through the phone I did.. as on speaker phone I was. Screaming about, “Xenu,” he was.. though know who that is, I do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call NBC I did. Known for fine dating shows, they are.. perfect for a busy Jedi Master these shows are! Time to date a lot, I do not have... find me quality males to chose from, they will!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14511218-112176496819661741?l=yaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/112176496819661741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14511218&amp;postID=112176496819661741' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14511218/posts/default/112176496819661741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14511218/posts/default/112176496819661741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaddle.blogspot.com/2005/07/back-in-saddle-i-am.html' title='Back In The Saddle I Am!'/><author><name>Yaddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979173088222876979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/peanut105/yaddle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14511218.post-112158259976319577</id><published>2005-07-16T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T23:43:19.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humiliation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/peanut105/bridget.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wrong with me, what is??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell everybody about the note I sent him, Yoda did. Go on Oprah and talk about it, he might as well have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressed now, I am. Answering my phone tonight, I am not. Bring myself to watch "Bridget Jones", I cannot even... and my FAVORITE movie it is!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fair, this is not. Deserve this.. I do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ben &amp; Jerry's.. I do not even want. A diet am I supposed to be on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know each other for a long time, we have. Have much in common we do. Use the same step-stools in the kitchen we do. Age matters not! And prefer older men I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy the cow you should not when for free get the milk you do. Depressing, this is, but true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn from this experience, I will. Share my feelings with Yoda again, I will not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14511218-112158259976319577?l=yaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/112158259976319577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14511218&amp;postID=112158259976319577' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14511218/posts/default/112158259976319577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14511218/posts/default/112158259976319577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaddle.blogspot.com/2005/07/humiliation.html' title='Humiliation!'/><author><name>Yaddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979173088222876979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/peanut105/yaddle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14511218.post-112150377984540693</id><published>2005-07-16T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T01:49:39.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Chocolate Have I Eaten</title><content type='html'>Watched holovid of "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" today I did. Enjoy it I did. Crazier and crazier, that Johnny Depp gets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me want chocolate, the holovid did. So buy Hershey's kisses I did.. only, too many did I eat. Sick now do I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering the South Beach diet I am. Know another Jedi knight who lost 30 pounds on the diet, I do! Exercise he did not! Weigh only 40 lbs now do I, so the diet for me, this might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, the first day of the rest of my life is. Cut out bad carbs I may. But keep the rest of my dark chocolate, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A health food they say it is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14511218-112150377984540693?l=yaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/112150377984540693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14511218&amp;postID=112150377984540693' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14511218/posts/default/112150377984540693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14511218/posts/default/112150377984540693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaddle.blogspot.com/2005/07/too-much-chocolate-have-i-eaten.html' title='Too Much Chocolate Have I Eaten'/><author><name>Yaddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979173088222876979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/peanut105/yaddle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14511218.post-112142281939109002</id><published>2005-07-15T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T03:20:19.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The ABC's of Yaddle</title><content type='html'>A- Age: 477 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B- Band you're listening to now: Listening to the "Breakaway" by Kelly Clarkson I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C- Crush: Dangerous to say, it is. Read this, he might. Nervous, this makes me. A clue will I give you; sits on the Jedi Council, he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D- Dad's name: Yuriel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E- Easiest person to talk to: Kenobi, this is. A bag of CHeetos I give him and all ears he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F- Favorite ice cream: Rocky Road.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G- Gummy worms or gummy bears?: Too much sugar in those, there is! Prefer butterscotch candy, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H- Hometown: Unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I- Instruments: Tone-deaf, I am. Carry a tune with handles, I could not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J- Junior high: Skipped several grades I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K- Kids: None, have I. A too narrow-set pelvis do I have.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L- Longest Car Ride: A trip to Disneyland with Skywalker, Windu, Kenobi, and Yoda it was. No AC was there! 107 degrees it was! Worth it, it was not... expensive, my ticket was. $4 for a bottle of diet coke I paid! Outrageous it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M- Mom's name: Yolanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N- Nicknames: YaYa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O- One wish: To meet Oprah, my wish is. Amazing, I think she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P- Phobia[s]: June bugs. Hate them, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q- Quote: "In three words, sum up everything I've learned about life, I can; go on, it does" -- Frost &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R- Reason(s) to smile: Nicolette Sheridan.. nominated for an Emmy was not. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S- Song you sang last: "Since U Been Gone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- Time you woke up today: At 9:00 am, woke up, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U- Unknown fact about me: Kill you without using the Darkside, I can. Talent, this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V- Vegetable[s] you hate: Carrots, I hate. Turn me puce one summer they did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W- Worst habits: Eat before bed I do... floss, I do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X- X-rays you've had: None to speak of is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y - Years since you've been to a religious place?: A Temple do I live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z- Zodiac sign: Libra I am. Balance, do I seek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14511218-112142281939109002?l=yaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/112142281939109002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14511218&amp;postID=112142281939109002' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14511218/posts/default/112142281939109002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14511218/posts/default/112142281939109002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaddle.blogspot.com/2005/07/abcs-of-yaddle.html' title='The ABC&apos;s of Yaddle'/><author><name>Yaddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979173088222876979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/peanut105/yaddle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14511218.post-112141985412127861</id><published>2005-07-15T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T02:30:54.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Post This Is.</title><content type='html'>Admit it, I do. Caved into peer-pressure I have. Tired, I am, of listening to Yoda tell me about his blog over lunch. Monotonous, he can become. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one to be left behind, I am not. So blogging, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what to put here, I do not. About crushes am I supposed to write? Type with so few digits, difficult it is. Sigh, I must. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched holovision show "Extreme Makeover" tonight, I did. Watch it again, I will not. Depressed, I became, when realized, I did, that a field day with me would they have. Too many problems, I have. Lassik eye surgery would I like. Near-sighted, I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when 477 years old your eyes are, as good your sight will not be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaddle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14511218-112141985412127861?l=yaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/112141985412127861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14511218&amp;postID=112141985412127861' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14511218/posts/default/112141985412127861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14511218/posts/default/112141985412127861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yaddle.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-first-post-this-is.html' title='My First Post This Is.'/><author><name>Yaddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09979173088222876979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v623/peanut105/yaddle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
