<?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-5357617</id><updated>2011-09-28T13:42:57.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lolo's Web</title><subtitle type='html'>The person who says it cannot be done should not interrupt the person doing it.
                                                        
llolo@comcast.net</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>513</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-116450282980321966</id><published>2006-11-25T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T17:00:36.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day"There are some who feel like that conditions are such that they can attack us [Iraq] there, my answer is: Bring them on. We have the force necessary to deal with the situation." -- President Bush's message for Iraqi militants attacking U.S. troops. July 2, 2003</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/116450282980321966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=116450282980321966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/116450282980321966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/116450282980321966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2006/11/quote-of-day-there-are-some-who-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-116450163428716090</id><published>2006-11-25T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T16:40:35.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It occurs to me that the world is beginning to go into a tailspin on many levels. Shouldn't the rapture people be lifted to the heavens around now. It would make traffic lighter and lines shorter.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/116450163428716090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=116450163428716090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/116450163428716090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/116450163428716090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-occurs-to-me-that-world-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-115809845151237890</id><published>2006-09-12T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T15:00:52.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It amazes me. How can so many people go on and on about the tragedies of 9/11 year after year while ignoring our place in the world. How many Iraqi lives does it take to equal one American death? Because if they wre looked at as humans everyone would be screaming for the bloodshed to end.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/115809845151237890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=115809845151237890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/115809845151237890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/115809845151237890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-amazes-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-114111129999106889</id><published>2006-02-27T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T23:21:40.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EmpireU.S. Invasion Responsible for Deaths of Over 250,000 Civilians in Iraq? More Here</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/114111129999106889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=114111129999106889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/114111129999106889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/114111129999106889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2006/02/empire-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-113653592348551100</id><published>2006-01-06T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T00:25:43.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Suicide bombers infiltrated a line of police recruits and a crowd of Shiite pilgrims Thursday as insurgents killed 125 civilians and five U.S. soldiers, escalating attacks while political factions worked to forge a coalition government. Please make it stop. So much blood on our hands.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/113653592348551100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=113653592348551100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/113653592348551100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/113653592348551100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2006/01/suicide-bombers-infiltrated-line-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-113359255031049992</id><published>2005-12-02T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T22:49:10.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wallow in the shallowWe all are a sum of our parts. And we decide what parts are the most important in our life. We decide what parts to nurture within ourselves and which parts we let whither on the vine. The most important ability we have in this existence is the power to define our lives. It is harder to nurture the small blessings in life and not take them for granted. Nurturing, true </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/113359255031049992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=113359255031049992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/113359255031049992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/113359255031049992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/12/wallow-in-shallow-we-all-are-sum-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-113332734723560598</id><published>2005-11-29T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T21:09:07.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bird Flu Jump?A respected Japanese scientist, who works with the World Health Organization, says 300 people have died of H5N1 bird flu in China, including seven cases caused by human-to-human transmission.The rest of the scary article is here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/113332734723560598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=113332734723560598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/113332734723560598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/113332734723560598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/11/bird-flu-jump-respected-japanese.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-113316596164038214</id><published>2005-11-28T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T00:19:21.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I now must schedule srs. It scares me because if things go wrong the consequences can be worse than death.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/113316596164038214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=113316596164038214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/113316596164038214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/113316596164038214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-now-must-schedule-srs.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-112677208011419204</id><published>2005-09-15T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T01:14:40.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Scream!Driving home from Portland to Vancouver I pass by this ice cream truck in the slow lane on the I-5.I had no clue that an ice cream truck could go 70 mph (113 kph). I actually did a double take at my speedometer. *Gah*, that has got to be a scary ride.Yay! A patriotic Ice Cream truck... I wonder if he sells "napoleon ice cream". *LOL* Now THAT'S funny! Y'know, 'cause of the whole French </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/112677208011419204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=112677208011419204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/112677208011419204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/112677208011419204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-scream-driving-home-from-portland-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-112674083892669298</id><published>2005-09-14T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T16:34:03.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>angel of deathThe movie Adventures of Baron Munchausen portrays the angel of death more frightening than any other movie. I don't know what it is about the creature that disturbs me more than any other death creature I have seen in films.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/112674083892669298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=112674083892669298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/112674083892669298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/112674083892669298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/09/angel-of-death-movie-adventures-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-111527551757624721</id><published>2005-05-04T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T23:46:46.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shameMonday, Apr 25, 2005 U.S. weapons inspector finishes work without finding any Iraqi WMD WASHINGTON (AP) - In his final word, the CIA's top weapons inspector in Iraq said Monday that the hunt for weapons of mass destruction has "gone as far as feasible" and has found nothing.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/111527551757624721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=111527551757624721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111527551757624721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111527551757624721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/05/shame-monday-apr-25-2005-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-111337446943489652</id><published>2005-04-12T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T23:41:09.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>History lesson1933 Hitler took office on January 30th and banned all gay and lesbian organizations. Publically announces he is against homosexuals. At minimum, violence from July to December increases 26 percent. In some parts of the Fatherland violence increases by 43 percent. Two of the worst cities increase by 120 percent and 130 percent.1934 Hitler established a special Gestapo specifically </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/111337446943489652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=111337446943489652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111337446943489652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111337446943489652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/04/history-lesson-1933-hitler-took-office.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-111332200119149732</id><published>2005-04-12T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T09:06:41.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>smiling boiling frogLast Thursday, there was a conference called “Confronting the Judicial War on Faith.” Lawyer-author Edwin Vieira spoke at the conference and said that Justice Kennedy should be impeached because his philosophy, evidenced in his opinion striking down an anti-sodomy statute, upholds Marxist, Leninist, satanic principles drawn from foreign law. Vieira continued saying his “bottom</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/111332200119149732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=111332200119149732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111332200119149732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111332200119149732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/04/smiling-boiling-frog-last-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-111319799906565279</id><published>2005-04-10T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T22:39:59.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Betty Boop EyesMy eyes turned black again today. It happens so infrequently and usually I am unaware and nowhere near a mirror. This is only the third time I have ever seen it myself. A lil' spooky. My eyes are already a dark chestnut brown so black isn't far away. I wish I could control it and (mis)use it like a superpower.As I was finishing a transaction with a customer he noticed my eyes: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/111319799906565279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=111319799906565279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111319799906565279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111319799906565279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/04/betty-boop-eyes-my-eyes-turned-black.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-111307516811391104</id><published>2005-04-09T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T12:32:48.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bubble writingOne of my lifetime female habits that I have never hidden is my handwriting. I have pretty handwriting and I like it. I wrote a handwritten note for a coworker instead of the usual e-mail and forgot to sign it. While I was at lunch co worker and cronies were trying to figure out who wrote it. The mystery turned into a womanhunt. All of the women denied ownership of the note. Finally</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/111307516811391104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=111307516811391104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111307516811391104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111307516811391104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/04/bubble-writing-one-of-my-lifetime.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-111285160108890596</id><published>2005-04-06T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T22:26:41.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Banter AboutLolo: I got a question for you. When I'm dressed as what I consider to be androgynous does it come off that way?Amy: When do you dress androgynous?Lolo: Jeans, T-shirt and Tennishoes days.Amy: That's not androgynous, that's dressed down. Besides, I don't think Torpedo Boats can disguise themselves as fishing trawlers to well.Lolo: So, by that ear to ear smile I gather you think that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/111285160108890596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=111285160108890596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111285160108890596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111285160108890596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/04/banter-about-lolo-i-got-question-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-111276367702424469</id><published>2005-04-05T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T22:01:17.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Movie funI was standing in line to buy my ticket for Downfall. Off to my right there is a cute mid 20s guy staring at me. I assumed I'm being read as Trans. I turn to meet his gaze to let him know that I am aware he is watching me. He takes that as his opportunity to say "hi" in a charming and non threatening way. To my horror I realize I'm not being read as Trans at all. I smile vacantly and say</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/111276367702424469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=111276367702424469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111276367702424469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111276367702424469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/04/movie-fun-i-was-standing-in-line-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-111256891242097463</id><published>2005-04-03T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T15:55:12.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friendship is a victimless crimeThe Portland Metro area is 78% white. That was quite a shock to my friend Marc when he moved out here from Texas 4 years ago. Marc is now a part of the 6% Black population in Portland. When I was a kid I suspect that percentage was probably around 1 percent. Marc is also a very large and intimidating man. I agree that he is large, but not intimidating. We have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/111256891242097463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=111256891242097463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111256891242097463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111256891242097463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/04/friendship-is-victimless-crime.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-111246091768657296</id><published>2005-04-02T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T08:55:17.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WorldHateDayWorldPride 2005 will be held in jerusalem this summer. Today Religious "leaders" gathered in jerusalem to protest in solidarity of the coming event. They did not gather to protest war, intolerance or oppression. No, they have gathered to hate! They have launched a petition to stop WorldPride 2005 from taking place in jerusalem this summer. The petition reads: "It is painful for us to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/111246091768657296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=111246091768657296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111246091768657296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111246091768657296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/04/worldhateday-worldpride-2005-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-111225404340663979</id><published>2005-03-30T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T23:27:23.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Must C TVThe only Drama TV show I watch is "Six Feet Under" on HBO. I love that show. It's almost a cliche that I would love a show that centers around a family that runs a Funeral Home business. I swear, I'm NOT a goth. Even though all the signs point there. The only other show I watch is the new Battlestar Galactica. I am so impressed with this show it's almost embarassing. If you enjoy sci-fi </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/111225404340663979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=111225404340663979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111225404340663979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111225404340663979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/03/must-c-tv-only-drama-tv-show-i-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-111216864428804348</id><published>2005-03-29T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T23:44:04.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SRS and Tyra HunterI don't care that I have male genitalia. Matter o' fact SRS wouldn't even be an important issue for me except for this:"Tyra Hunter died in August 1995 after being injured in an automobile accident. As she lay injured in the street, a D.C. emergency medical services officer withdrew care for several minutes and directed slurs and laughter at her when he discovered Tyra's male </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/111216864428804348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=111216864428804348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111216864428804348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111216864428804348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/03/srs-and-tyra-hunter-i-dont-care-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-111208585640065000</id><published>2005-03-29T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T00:44:16.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Augh*Ack! My hormones are driving me up the wall! I want to write some stuff but every time I start, it degenerates into self pitying ooze. I have been dealing with my female hormone flow on a conscious level for 3 years and it's not getting any easier! I was (and am) grateful to inherit my mothers boobage but not her F---ing hormones! How do natal women deal with this for their entire adult </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/111208585640065000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=111208585640065000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111208585640065000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111208585640065000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/03/augh-ack-my-hormones-are-d_111208585640065000.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-111194878978305811</id><published>2005-03-27T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T10:39:49.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Easter </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/111194878978305811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=111194878978305811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111194878978305811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111194878978305811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy-easter.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-111186494730869110</id><published>2005-03-26T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T11:22:27.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>must have musicI was driving home and tuned into KBOO the local community radio station. They were playing some ambient-electronica-experimental music that just blew me away. I heard about four minutes of the music and I knew I had to have it. As I was driving home (north) approaching the I-5 bridge that connects Washington &amp; Oregon (spanning the Columbia River), the music trailed off and a male </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/111186494730869110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=111186494730869110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111186494730869110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111186494730869110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/03/must-have-music-i-was-driving-home-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-111173419856339729</id><published>2005-03-24T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T23:03:18.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  A Mom StoryMy mom has her problems and my life with her has been a bumpy ride. But she has been supportive when it was difficult for her to understand me. The first time she figured out my lifestyle choice she was horrified because she realized it wasn't a choice at all. Looking back I see she was shielding me from her disapproval in favor of letting me discover my own world. She could have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/111173419856339729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=111173419856339729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111173419856339729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111173419856339729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/03/mom-story-my-mom-has-her-problems-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-111168234640092100</id><published>2005-03-24T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T08:39:06.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fear and loathingApproximately three years ago I was hospitalized with gallstones, gallbladder removal and pancreatitis. The cost of my 3 weeks of internment was $45,000. Because I was (and am) well insured my share of that cost was $100. After three years of being in &amp; out of the hospital, two more surgeries, regular doctor visits to multiple doctors and prescriptions the cost has reached </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/111168234640092100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=111168234640092100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111168234640092100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111168234640092100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/03/fear-and-loathing-approxim_111168234640092100.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-111156444677158007</id><published>2005-03-22T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T23:54:06.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In English Please!I have an old banger truck that needed to be taken out on the motorway to keep it running so I drove to Powell’s last night. The stereo is duff and it guzzles the petrol so I rarely drive it. These days finding parking is a bitch since a tower of bedsit flats were built next to the bookstore. For the first time I was forced to use a car park, so I prayed that Powell’s validates.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/111156444677158007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=111156444677158007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111156444677158007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111156444677158007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/03/in-english-please-i-have-old-banger.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-111139532802203983</id><published>2005-03-21T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T00:56:36.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here is another bone for the poor to fight over.George W. Bush signed emergency legislation sent to him by Congress early Monday to allow Terri Schiavo's parents to ask a federal judge to prolong her vegetative state. Gosh, our president is such a humanitarian. But wait...he has dealt with similar situations before and his legislative pen has oozed a much darker ink. As governor of Texas George W</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/111139532802203983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=111139532802203983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111139532802203983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111139532802203983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/03/here-is-another-bone-for-poor-to-fight.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-111139527293709376</id><published>2005-03-21T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T00:54:32.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An amusing-ish childhood storyWith the last few entries being harrowing tales of my childhood I feel like lightening things up for a brief moment. I told you how I lived minutes away from school and I could literally see my house from my classroom. Well overall I hated school so it was quite torturous to see freedom. Living so close to school (and hating school) also meant being late for class </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/111139527293709376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=111139527293709376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111139527293709376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111139527293709376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/03/amusing-ish-childhood-story-with-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-111127799506661022</id><published>2005-03-19T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T16:19:55.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Part 3Lolo: "If you try to leave, everyone within shouting distance will know what YOU are. And when you were seated I heard that the waitress was quite familiar with you. So I assume you are a regular here."Minnie: Confused and annoyed she says "Wha-- who are you? What do you want from my husband?"Steve: "His name is Lauren G***. Is that right...it is Lauren right?"(**He used my birth name and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/111127799506661022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=111127799506661022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111127799506661022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111127799506661022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/03/part-3-lolo-if-you-try-to-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-111099103428039077</id><published>2005-03-16T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T08:37:14.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Part 2So as I'm walking out of the bathroom and my brain is in overdrive. There are so many things I want to say or yell at him. But then I figure he will probably try to deny his identity as "Mr. Kline" the molester to get rid of me. I don't know his first name and if I try to approach him he will probably recognize me and deny everything. Instead I decide to be sneaky and trick him. (**It's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/111099103428039077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=111099103428039077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111099103428039077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111099103428039077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/03/part-2-so-as-im-walking-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-111087581038011557</id><published>2005-03-15T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T00:36:50.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Childhood story Pt1When I was 10 years old my next door neighbor girl-friend of the same age was molested by one of our 3rd grade teachers. I was the reason he was caught. We never seen or heard of him after that horrible experience. Last night at a restaurant I confronted him for the first time since I was 10 years old. My friend Cathy and I are talking and eating when an older couple are seated</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/111087581038011557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=111087581038011557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111087581038011557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111087581038011557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/03/childhood-story-pt1-when-i-was-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-111073784207885731</id><published>2005-03-13T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T10:18:19.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote of the day"I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just." -Thomas Jefferson</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/111073784207885731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=111073784207885731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111073784207885731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111073784207885731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/03/quote-of-day-i-tremble-for-my-country.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-111069585795463891</id><published>2005-03-12T22:35:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T22:51:15.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BookwyrmI am reading the book Diaspora by Greg Egan. Diaspora is a "hard science fiction" novel and I am lovin' it! One of the characters is Orphan, a genderless digital being grown from a mind seed. I am such a geek...and I revel in it baby!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/111069585795463891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=111069585795463891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111069585795463891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111069585795463891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/03/bookwyrm-i-am-reading-book-diaspora-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-111069583874892304</id><published>2005-03-12T22:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T22:37:18.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Asteroid ScienceIt's way to dry here in Portland OR. We need a spring soaking before the fire season starts. This winter is Oregon's driest in three decades. It rained one day in January and one day in February. My skin is so dry that even using lotion isn't helping.Our snow pack is about a third of normal and that's our main source of water. Washington state has already declared a statewide </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/111069583874892304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=111069583874892304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111069583874892304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111069583874892304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/03/asteroid-science-its-way-to-dry-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-111069581014036532</id><published>2005-03-12T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T22:36:50.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which religion is the right one for you?You scored as paganism. Your beliefs are most closely aligned with those of paganism, Wicca, or a similar earth-based religion. You may also follow a Native American religion.paganism 83% agnosticism 75% Satanism 71% Buddhism 67% Islam 50% Hinduism 42% atheism 42% Judaism 33% Christianity 17%As I have stated before I'm not a Granola Girl! "You may also </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/111069581014036532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=111069581014036532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111069581014036532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111069581014036532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/03/which-religion-is-right-one-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-111069573163952661</id><published>2005-03-12T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T22:35:31.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Make up dinnerWent out for dinner last night with EvanEvan: Wow, you got your ears pierced! Looks good!Lolo: Thanks, it only hurt a little.Evan: (stares at me weighing whether he should ask the following question.) Do you ever wear make-up?Lolo: (suspicious, I start fishing) Umm, not really...why?Evan: The natural look is better in my opinion. Too many women wear too much make-up.Lolo: Well, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/111069573163952661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=111069573163952661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111069573163952661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111069573163952661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/03/make-up-dinner-went-out-for-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-111043496168944920</id><published>2005-03-09T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T22:13:21.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/111043496168944920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=111043496168944920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111043496168944920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111043496168944920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-111038796505776291</id><published>2005-03-09T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T18:51:05.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vincent_Farkasovsky's From the Hawthorne Bridge </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/111038796505776291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=111038796505776291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111038796505776291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111038796505776291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/03/vincentfarkasovskys-from-hawthorne.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-111001774759134475</id><published>2005-03-05T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T02:15:47.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>While on vacation I...Got out of town.I seen Constantine.Got my ears pierced.Visited with friends.Met a cat named "Prissy."Spent the entire week fulltime.Drank a lot of Rasberry Ale Beer. Bought a whole lotta books to read later.Seen the documentary "In the Realms of the Unreal." When I got home I took a short drive up to Mt St Helens.Made my apologies to cats for being gone and two out of three </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/111001774759134475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=111001774759134475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111001774759134475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/111001774759134475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/03/while-on-vacation-i_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110997000248599399</id><published>2005-03-04T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T13:00:02.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"There are no nations! There is only humanity. And if we don't come to understand that right soon, there will be no nations, because there will be no humanity." - Isaac Asimov</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110997000248599399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110997000248599399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110997000248599399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110997000248599399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/03/there-are-no-nations-there-is-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110996777981135546</id><published>2005-03-04T12:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T12:22:59.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VacationWell, my vacation is almost over. I just got home yesterday to a mixed reception of cats. Two loved the fact that I was home and were all over me, while one other avoided me for about 4 hours. I really needed an "away from home" vacation. I didn't just come home and plop on the couch. I headed up Mt. St. Helens for a long overdue visit. Living approximately a half hour away from her makes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110996777981135546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110996777981135546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110996777981135546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110996777981135546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/03/vacation-well-my-vacation-is-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110922801817057467</id><published>2005-02-23T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T22:53:38.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Id EntityId: The part of the psyche that is completely unconscious and is the source of psychic energy derived from instinctual needs.Entity:  An independent self-contained existence. Macho man, mama's boy, pussy whipped, ladies man, prissy girl, granola girl, housewife, soccer mom and many, many more. All of them archetype snapshot descriptions of unknown human beings trying to interact with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110922801817057467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110922801817057467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110922801817057467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110922801817057467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/02/id-entity-id-part-of-psyche-that-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110922487166099063</id><published>2005-02-23T22:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T22:01:11.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hunter S. ThompsonHunter S. Thompson was found dead Sunday in his Aspen-area home of an apparent self-inflicted gunshot wound, sheriff's officials said. He was 67. Thompson's wife, Anita, had gone out before the shooting and was not home at the time.Thompson is best known for "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas." The central character in that satire was "Dr. Thompson," a snarling, drug and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110922487166099063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110922487166099063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110922487166099063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110922487166099063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/02/hunter-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110922484377914686</id><published>2005-02-23T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T22:00:43.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One step at a time...Bite my ass!Pre catastrophic illness I would run 4 miles 3-4 times a week. I wasn't jogging, I was running. 2.9 years later that ability is so far away it might as well be somebody else. I have started doing a brisk walk these last couple of weeks. I'm up to 2 miles at a quick walk and it is so frustrating. My brain accesses the memory of running and tortures me with it. Fuck</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110922484377914686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110922484377914686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110922484377914686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110922484377914686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/02/one-step-at-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110922478646321323</id><published>2005-02-23T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T21:59:46.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dream a lil' dreamI had a weird dream last night and it's slightly embarrassing to write about. First, it was a Transitioning Angst dream. Second it read like an online erotica story more in the transvestite *ahem* camp. So I dreamed that I was outted at work after my boy clothes were ruined and I had no choice but to put on girl clothes. This dream is sooo 5 years ago and very irrational. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110922478646321323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110922478646321323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110922478646321323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110922478646321323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/02/dream-lil-dream-i-had-weird-dream-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110922474152240357</id><published>2005-02-23T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T21:59:01.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A tree at the roadsideYesterday an old tree approximately 10 feet across and taller than I could measure was cut down. I have grown up with that tree my entire life. When I was a kid I climbed it and got about 25 feet high and then the limbs were too far apart for me too reach so I stopped. It's been a silent guardian in front of a home that sits in the path of a "T" intersection on a dark main </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110922474152240357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110922474152240357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110922474152240357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110922474152240357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/02/tree-at-roadside-yesterday-old-tree.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110831743438940948</id><published>2005-02-13T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T09:57:14.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stream of consciousnessAs I wander the Web and peruse various transgender sites I realize I have yet to form a paradigm about gender identity. It seems odd that 3 years into transitioning the only gem of wisdom I adhere to is "to each their own." In my opinion, the notion that there is a specific mindset to gender change is a bizarre concept. --- Here is something I just now thought up as I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110831743438940948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110831743438940948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110831743438940948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110831743438940948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/02/stream-of-consciousness-as-i-wander.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110831741627181782</id><published>2005-02-13T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T09:56:56.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Angry Black TribbleWhen I slept last night I must have tossed and turned too much. This morning I wake up without my cat Tessa laying across my throat or on my head. I spy my black fluffball at the end of the bed and she sees me looking at her. I sense that she is in a mood but I reach for her anyway. She pulls back and away so fast she topples off the bed. As she falls off the bed her big black </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110831741627181782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110831741627181782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110831741627181782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110831741627181782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/02/angry-black-tribble-when-i-slept-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110831737500562646</id><published>2005-02-13T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T09:56:15.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EmpireWhat is the formula for history to decide whether the decline of an Empire is quick or slow? Is it in relation to how long the Empire has existed? Or is it just a base linear measurement? For example: Was the decline of the Soviet Union quick? Does anyone knows where I could research this topic?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110831737500562646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110831737500562646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110831737500562646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110831737500562646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/02/empire-what-is-formula-for-history-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110814145375551721</id><published>2005-02-11T09:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T09:04:13.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I heart my doctorMy doctor has declared that My Flesh Eating Bacteria episode is over (Yay!) but I have to take the antibiotics for another 3 days. (Boo! Hiss!)While I was abusing my doctor we went over my blood test results from my estrogen levels check up. Sans testes, my estrogen levels have become unhindered and raised. So now "we" are going to lower my daily dose to a minimal level to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110814145375551721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110814145375551721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110814145375551721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110814145375551721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-heart-my-doctor-my-doctor-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110814142204954368</id><published>2005-02-11T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T09:03:42.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A surprise behind every door.Approximately 17 years ago my grandfather had long drawn out terminal cancer twice. The second time turned out to be the truly terminal case. When the doctors agreed there was no hope, they allowed home to go home. He only had a couple of days left and he didn't want to die in a hospital. Cancer was in every organ, including his brain and he was in excruciating pain. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110814142204954368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110814142204954368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110814142204954368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110814142204954368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/02/surprise-behind-every-door.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110814139059250775</id><published>2005-02-11T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T09:03:10.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wrathA male co-worker and I get into a verbal sparring match.Male Co-worker: You want to help me with the "word jumble" I can't get the 5 letter word scramble.Lolo: *I look at the clock on the wall...It's 8:30 in the morning, why is he talking to me?* I answer "no".Male Co-worker:Ok, fine then I will figure it out for myself. *so using his outside voice* he proceeds to do this: "how about lyphs..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110814139059250775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110814139059250775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110814139059250775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110814139059250775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/02/wrath-male-co-worker-and-i-get-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110793827286877751</id><published>2005-02-09T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T00:37:52.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>premes' have all the funA friend asked me a question in regards to my F.E.B. (flesh eating bacteria) and it felt good to air out some stuff. So release the bats from the belfry!"you seem to be particularly susceptible to things that attack and disintegrate your body. has any kind of systemic description or even explanation been provided?"The quick and unsatisfactory answer? Premature birth</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110793827286877751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110793827286877751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110793827286877751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110793827286877751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/02/premes-have-all-fun-friend-asked-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110793824363410498</id><published>2005-02-09T01:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T00:37:23.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now I knowAt one time in my life I wondered what it would be like to be a "good" German during the 1930s. How did they go about living in a totalitarian state and not do anything about it? I don't wonder anymore. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110793824363410498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110793824363410498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110793824363410498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110793824363410498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/02/now-i-know-at-one-time-in-my-life-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110793820278858851</id><published>2005-02-09T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T00:36:42.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sarsmageddon Alert! American society in general is trying to roll back social "values" to the nostalgic 1950s. So it's only fair that rebels of that society do something equally uninspiring. I want to create my own label, I will be a "transnik" transsexual. Similar to the term "beatniks" that came from the 'beats'. The 'beats' rebelled against the conformity of 1950s society and valued </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110793820278858851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110793820278858851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110793820278858851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110793820278858851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/02/sarsmageddon-alert-american-society-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110793816266673591</id><published>2005-02-09T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T00:36:02.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Actual conversation about the SuperbowlMale co-worker: Blah blah blah I want Philadelphia to win because blah blah blah the Patriots don't deserve blah blah blah.Lolo: [Looks Confused] I thought the Eagles were in the Superbowl? Male co-worker: Looks at me like I'm a complete moron. Yeah...Philadelphia is where the Eagles are from. Why do even try to talk to you about sports?Lolo: Um I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110793816266673591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110793816266673591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110793816266673591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110793816266673591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/02/actual-conversation-about-superbowl.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110793806539066164</id><published>2005-02-09T01:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T00:38:44.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3:52 am ...more B&amp;VI'm a little miffed right now. This was supposed to be a good year and already it's gone to shit. I hope you know that I'm not the weak and chronically ill picture that is constantly being painted on this journal. I am also not an emotional basketcase that only has emotions from one tragedy to the next. Except for brief moments of panic this flesh eating bacteria only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110793806539066164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110793806539066164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110793806539066164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110793806539066164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/02/352-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110793810116187657</id><published>2005-02-09T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T00:35:01.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last act of defianceI figured out why I have a repeat of the flesh eating bacteria. On January 31st a friend wrote in an e-mail "hey... how are *you*, anyway?" So I responded with "Ok, my health is good and getting better every day." Because I made such a bold statement I invited trouble from the Gods. Every time the Gods knock me down I push my self up from the ground with my right hand. My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110793810116187657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110793810116187657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110793810116187657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110793810116187657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/02/last-act-of-defiance-i-figured-out-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110793803227174570</id><published>2005-02-09T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T00:33:52.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3:39 am 4 beers &amp; 2 vicodin later...I stare at myself in the mirror trying to see with different eyes. But I only see Narcissus staring back at me and saying "if only you could see yourself as I do". </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110793803227174570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110793803227174570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110793803227174570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110793803227174570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/02/339-am-4-beers-2-vicodin-later.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110793797379771254</id><published>2005-02-09T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T00:32:53.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday, February 4th, 2005 For realI got the goddamn antibiotics. "We" are going to see if the orals work. If the orals should fail my doctor is hesitant to go up to the next level of antibiotics. My doctor is worried about the affect a super strong antibiotic would have on my damaged/weak stomach. So...if this oral antibiotic doesn't work I might end up in the hospital getting an introvenous </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110793797379771254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110793797379771254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110793797379771254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110793797379771254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/02/friday-february-4th-2005-for-real-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110753639725036319</id><published>2005-02-04T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T08:59:57.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think my arch enemy ocullar celulitis, commonly known as "flesh eating bacteria" is making a come back. I don't see anything on the surface of the skin, but I feel pain around the area. It feels sore like a day old punch in the eye. Lolo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110753639725036319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110753639725036319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110753639725036319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110753639725036319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-think-my-arch-enemy-ocullar.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110745041529440608</id><published>2005-02-03T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T09:06:55.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Greek cart.I have an old Nissan Sentra that I drive to and from work. It isn't anything to look at and it functions well. Some people have asked me why I don't trade in my Sentra and get a new car. First, my identity isn't my car, so that's an annoying question. Second, a new car is expensive. Third, a new car requires a lot of care that you may not want to give it. Fourth, it gives you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110745041529440608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110745041529440608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110745041529440608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110745041529440608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/02/greek-cart.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110745037978355379</id><published>2005-02-03T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T09:06:19.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cut it out!Our culture is infested with a cancer of legitimacy.The cancer started when the "suburban life" became a beautiful gem to covet. Then when instant communication became a reality it spread out of control. Instant gratification of perspective and choice is being confused with validation and legitimacy. It's destroying us.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110745037978355379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110745037978355379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110745037978355379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110745037978355379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/02/cut-it-out-our-culture-is-infested.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110724054213171441</id><published>2005-01-31T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T22:49:02.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who would Jesus torture?As we all know, the American Justice Department has broadened its definition of torture. The new definition was in a memorandum posted on the department's Web site with no public announcement. The new memorandum, asserted that mistreatment rose to the level of torture only if it produced severe pain equivalent to that associated with organ failure or death.I have a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110724054213171441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110724054213171441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110724054213171441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110724054213171441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/01/who-would-jesus-torture-as-we-all-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110707783525435029</id><published>2005-01-30T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T01:37:15.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DeReconstructionGeorge Bush has strong ties to Howard Ahmanson a wealthy acolytes of the "Christian Reconstructionist" movement. The Christian Reconstructionists have played a crucial role in driving Bush's domestic agenda. Christian Reconstructionism is a little heard of religious philosophy that preaches that every aspect of society must come under biblical law. In their view, secular </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110707783525435029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110707783525435029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110707783525435029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110707783525435029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/01/dereconstruction-george-bush-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110707769301763030</id><published>2005-01-30T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T01:37:51.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stormy weatherI have used all the obligatory good citizen methods to voice my opposition to this war on Iraq. I have written letters to my representatives, signed petitions, participated in peaceful protests, written my own opinion pieces in my journal and tried to inform the uninformed without alienating anyone. What has been the result of my feeble attempts at being active in my world? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110707769301763030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110707769301763030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110707769301763030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110707769301763030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/01/stormy-weather-i-have-used-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110707765361185479</id><published>2005-01-30T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T01:34:13.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Trans-missionI'm learning the difficult side of not changing my name. A different female name is a good learning tool to help others remember you are transitioning into a different place in your life. It's not a real issue to worry about, but I have noticed it has caused my friends to be forgetful with pronouns. I am trying to enforce proper pronouns more as time goes on. I suppose I could </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110707765361185479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110707765361185479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110707765361185479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110707765361185479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-trans-mission-im-learning-difficult.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110680680830812794</id><published>2005-01-26T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T22:20:08.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BabiesRight now my emotions are on a roller-coaster ride. I know it's mostly hormonal, but it's still a difficult ride regardless of the whys. A string of consciousness that has been on my mind is my lifetime of sterility. (It almost seems like I'm looking for anything to complain about doesn't it?) When I was in my mid-twenties I found out I was completely sterile and it didn't bother me. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110680680830812794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110680680830812794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110680680830812794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110680680830812794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/01/babies-right-now-my-emotions-are-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110667221061603518</id><published>2005-01-25T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T08:56:50.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ice baby.A co-worker of mine transferred from the Ohio branch to the Portland branch approximately 4 months ago. He is a really cool guy and we became friends outside of work as well as at work. That means he knows about my Trans stuff too. Two Fridays ago he was amused by our fear of the coming ice storm. According to him, in Ohio it stays winter most of the year. So our storm came in, riding </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110667221061603518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110667221061603518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110667221061603518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110667221061603518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/01/ice-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110641743688057026</id><published>2005-01-22T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T10:10:36.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eat Hot Death!So I did the laser in the face today and um....ow. That hurt like someone snapped me in the face with a rubber band as hard as possible 38 times. I'm all puffy, red and sore. I'm glad I didn't go to work, I would have had a lot of lies to spin. The laser treatment cost 55 dollars and that's not bad at all. Hopefully I never have to go through that again. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110641743688057026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110641743688057026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110641743688057026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110641743688057026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/01/eat-hot-death-so-i-did-laser-in-face.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110641741664865588</id><published>2005-01-22T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T10:10:16.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Past the testToday I was forced to actually (oh, the humanity) WORK at my job. We were extremely short handed from flu/ cold pandemic so I was needed in our shipping department. It's not a hard job, but it's a dirty job. I always have a spare set of clothes for the occasion so I changed into my grubbies. At the end of the day I was tired and didn't bother changing back into my clean clothes. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110641741664865588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110641741664865588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110641741664865588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110641741664865588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/01/past-test-today-i-was-forced-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110641738136016113</id><published>2005-01-22T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T10:09:41.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PeachesI ignored it as long as possible. I have decided to get my approximately 30 facial hairs lasered off. I thought about the electro-needle-lysis but I'm too chicken. I'm always apprehensive about doing anything that will affect my very sensitive skin. I'm worried that I will get all red, bumpy and swelled. I'm having it done on Friday morning and I'm taking the rest of the day off from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110641738136016113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110641738136016113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110641738136016113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110641738136016113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/01/peaches-i-ignored-it-as-long-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110594518106809945</id><published>2005-01-16T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T22:59:41.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another cat storyI have an extraordinary cat named "Lovebug" and she will be 7 years old this summer. Her given name is derived from her non-stop purring. She is the only cat that I have lived with that has not been given a human name. The short description of her is "a dog in a cat's body". Ever watched a cat fetch a toy mouse just like a dog does a ball? A cat that acts exactly like a dog is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110594518106809945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110594518106809945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110594518106809945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110594518106809945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/01/another-cat-story-i-have-extraordinary.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110567579190953739</id><published>2005-01-13T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T20:09:51.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A perfect eveningMy friend Evan and I went out for dinner last night to a local pub that I like. The food is good, the beer is better and the atmosphere is the best. So, our waitress comes over and asks me for my order first. I order a meal from the "lite" section. Without thinking, Evan looks at me and asks me if I'm dieting. He didn't mean anything by that comment, he's just a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110567579190953739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110567579190953739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110567579190953739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110567579190953739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/01/perfect-evening-my-friend-evan-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110567575943302494</id><published>2005-01-13T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T20:09:19.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*sputter*lurch**Ack* I'm sick with flu...but I'm goin' to work anyway. I'm hoping to get as many other people sick as possible. Not really, I just don't want to call in sick this soon after the new year started. And I need to go to work and turn my brain off. Sitting at home with nothing but my mind for entertainment can sometimes be a recipe for disaster. Right now my cat Tessa is all over me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110567575943302494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110567575943302494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110567575943302494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110567575943302494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/01/sputterlurch-ack-im-sick-with-flu.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110463238919190546</id><published>2005-01-01T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T18:19:49.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tourists return to the beaches of ThailandAssociated PressPHUKET, Thailand (AP) — Six days after one of the worst natural disasters in decades, foreign tourists were back on the beaches of this Thai resort island Saturday, frolicking in the gentle waves of the Andaman Sea, riding jet skis, posing for snapshots and sunbathing topless on the sand.A dozen or so foreigners were out sunbathing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110463238919190546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110463238919190546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110463238919190546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110463238919190546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/01/tourists-return-to-beaches-of-thailand.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110463235929303631</id><published>2005-01-01T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T18:19:19.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2004Overall 2004 was a mixed bag with some progress in my life. Physically, last year was a difficult year for me. But it wasn't necessarily a bad year. My health, after climbing up to mediocre, tanked last May. I spent six months trying to find a doctor that didn't stare at their own poop in amazement. It's hard to fight the health care system when you are healthy and almost impossible when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110463235929303631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110463235929303631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110463235929303631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110463235929303631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/01/2004-overall-2004-was-mixed-bag-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110463231611654110</id><published>2005-01-01T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T18:18:36.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Judge won't let pregnant woman divorceThe Associated Press SPOKANE, Wash. (AP) — A Spokane woman trying to divorce her estranged husband two years after he was jailed for beating her has been told by a judge she can't get out of the marriage while she's pregnant.The case pits a first-year attorney who argues that state law allows any couple to divorce if neither spouse challenges it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110463231611654110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110463231611654110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110463231611654110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110463231611654110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2005/01/judge-wont-let-pregnant-woman-divorce.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110442641927400726</id><published>2004-12-30T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T09:06:59.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>obligatory tsunami entryA best friend of mine is Indonesian-American and her Grandmother and one of her Aunts are among the dead. I know five different people that are trying to connect with friends or family in Indonesia. This tragedy is so epic that it's too hard to wrap my mind around to truly understand its scope. I can barely write anything about it. I feel a combination of guilt and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110442641927400726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110442641927400726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110442641927400726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110442641927400726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2004/12/obligatory-tsunami-entry-best-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110442637166036490</id><published>2004-12-30T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T09:06:11.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hammering it home!I have met people that are not left handed and yet they do everything using their left hand except write. My brother Jason is one of them. So today in a phone conversation with my brother (2 years younger than me)Jason...Lolo: Could you do me a favor and stop being left handed. Jason: What? Are you joking?Lolo: No I'm serious. I find your constant posing as a left </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110442637166036490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110442637166036490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110442637166036490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110442637166036490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2004/12/hammering-it-home-i-have-met-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110400575846103617</id><published>2004-12-25T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T12:15:58.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lolo vs. Santa ClausAt 4 years old I questioned the validity of Santa Claus to my mother. Yeah, ain't I "a barrel of fun?" I was looking at the "To" and it said "Loren" and the "from" said "Santa Claus". But it was in my mom's handwriting. My mother's handwriting is perfect and VERY feminine.Lolo: "This one says it's from Santa, but you wrote it."Mom: "No, Santa Claus wrote that sweetie, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110400575846103617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110400575846103617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110400575846103617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110400575846103617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2004/12/lolo-vs.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110400572138149584</id><published>2004-12-25T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T12:15:21.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My kinda funnyOn the inside wall of my box of Cheerios there is a coupon for a "FREE 4-Piece Scissor Set" There is a dotted line for me to cut out the coupon...Now THAT my friends... is funny! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110400572138149584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110400572138149584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110400572138149584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110400572138149584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-kinda-funny-on-inside-wall-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110400560636774248</id><published>2004-12-25T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T12:13:26.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let sleeping cats lie...not!I woke up this morning with three cats sprawled all over me. Ted was laying across my legs, his 26 lbs pinning me down. Lovebug across my right arm pinning it down. Tessa (as always) laying across my throat. My body found this unacceptable and woke up my brain. I opened me eyes, surveyed the situation, careful not to move a muscle. In one rapid flowing move I grabbed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110400560636774248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110400560636774248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110400560636774248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110400560636774248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2004/12/let-sleeping-cats-lie.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110364889271880235</id><published>2004-12-21T09:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T09:08:12.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coke or Pepsi?The United States is using napalm in Falluja. So far, the military has denied the allegations, but the proof is mounting. Residents in Fallujah reported that civilians have been killed by napalm attacks. Since the U.S. offensive started in Fallujah, there have been reports of “melted” bodies. The US has already admitted that it used napalm during the siege of Baghdad. The truth </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110364889271880235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110364889271880235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110364889271880235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110364889271880235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2004/12/coke-or-pepsi-united-states-is-using.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110364885688853201</id><published>2004-12-21T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T09:07:36.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sobering StatisticOne of every 210 Oregon Guardsmen in Iraq has died, a death rate nearly triple that of the entire National Guard.And parallel to that statistic, Oregon has had the highest unemployment rate in the nation, or in the top 5 four years running.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110364885688853201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110364885688853201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110364885688853201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110364885688853201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2004/12/sobering-statistic-one-of-every-210.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110364882233713576</id><published>2004-12-21T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T09:07:02.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ready to Blow?The New Scientist magazine says:The recent "extraordinary" behavior at Mount St Helens, may mean it is preparing for a dramatic eruption, geologists are warning. The warnings are reported today by Britain's prestigious New Scientist magazine.In late September 2004, a series of earthquakes signalled that the volcano was awakening. Since then, enough lava has oozed into the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110364882233713576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110364882233713576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110364882233713576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110364882233713576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2004/12/ready-to-blow-new-scientist-magazine.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110364876284061589</id><published>2004-12-21T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T09:06:02.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whistleblowing considered form of illness by armySALON - On June 15, 2003, Sgt. Frank 'Greg' Ford, a counterintelligence agent in the California National Guard's 223rd Military Intelligence Battalion stationed in Samarra, Iraq, told his commanding officer, Capt. Victor Artiga, that he had witnessed five incidents of torture and abuse of Iraqi detainees at his base, and requested a formal </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110364876284061589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110364876284061589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110364876284061589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110364876284061589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2004/12/whistleblowing-considered-form-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110284740099447928</id><published>2004-12-12T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T02:30:00.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2.5 years agoI had just vomited into a plastic waste can so hard that I almost passed out. I was scared, I could feel something was horribly wrong with me. My mom was sleeping in a spare bedroom at the other end of my house and I needed her. I stood up and walked through the kitchen holding onto anything I could find to steady myself. Upon reaching the hallway I started to pass out so I sank to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110284740099447928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110284740099447928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110284740099447928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110284740099447928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2004/12/2.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110257788228634347</id><published>2004-12-08T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T23:38:36.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cat StoryI have a true story to tell you. The decision of what category to put it in is yours. However, you must understand, this story is true and hasn't been embellished in any way.It's early summer and I am 8 years old. I live in the rural burbs and the small neighborhood I live in is literally in the middle of the woods. There is no traffic on our street outside of locals that live on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110257788228634347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110257788228634347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110257788228634347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110257788228634347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2004/12/cat-story-i-have-true-story-to-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110224393972181590</id><published>2004-12-05T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T02:52:19.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A sexualA short note to the misinformed. Just because you cannot fathom my asexuality do not dismiss it. I am not repressed nor confused about my sexual identity. An asexual is a person who does not experience sexual urges and desires. Most of the time (90%) this is a good description of me. There are times when I might feel other sexual tendencies but those times are rare, but honest </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110224393972181590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110224393972181590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110224393972181590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110224393972181590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2004/12/sexual-short-note-to-misinformed.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110219429967769956</id><published>2004-12-04T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T13:04:59.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>- 2004 BCBIRMINGHAM AL - An Alabama lawmaker wants to ban novels with gay characters from public libraries, including university libraries. The ban would prohibit the use of public funds for "the purchase of textbooks or library materials that recognize or promote homosexuality as an acceptable lifestyle.PUGHTOWN, Pa. - The United Methodist Church defrocked a lesbian minister who lives with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110219429967769956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110219429967769956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110219429967769956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110219429967769956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2004/12/2004-bc-birmingham-al-alabama-lawmaker.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110219422101648066</id><published>2004-12-04T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T13:09:02.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>War DeadOf the American military who die in Iraq only a small number of the total dead are officialy counted for public media consumption.The Military doesn't count soldiers who die in vehicle accidents. One example is when a military truck is hit by a roadside bomb, rolls into the ditch and the occupants die from that, well, its not counted. Traffic accident deaths, of which there are many, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110219422101648066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110219422101648066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110219422101648066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110219422101648066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2004/12/war-dead-of-american-military-who-die.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110206036210630612</id><published>2004-12-02T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T23:52:42.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Controlled Panic2 weeks ago I had a flashback to my first and only panic attack. I was dreaming about that needle guided drainage of the pseudocyst procedure I had and the panic attack that preceeded it. When I snapped awake the panic attack followed me into my semi lucid state. I forgot I had fallen asleep on the couch and when I woke from my nightmare I didn't know where I was. I jerked up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110206036210630612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110206036210630612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110206036210630612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110206036210630612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2004/12/controlled-panic-2-weeks-ago-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110205732934751504</id><published>2004-12-02T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T23:02:09.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um...argh.I feel the pull to transition all the way and I'm not sure why tranny stuff is affecting me so heavily as of late. So far in the last three years of transitioning I have actually been content in taking things slowly. I still have yet to go through the angst level that many trannies claim is neccessary in the process. I have known since my earliest memories in a rock solid way about my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110205732934751504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110205732934751504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110205732934751504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110205732934751504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2004/12/um.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110197349819828787</id><published>2004-12-01T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T23:44:58.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                           :-PI'm feeling wierd and I don't have my usual inhibitions that saves the cattle from my scorn. In my daily life I am surrounded by idiots. That's not a personal judgement on others, it's just a true fact. Just once I would like not to know what is going to fall out of someones mouth. I would covet the need to pay attention to people when they speak to me. Yes, I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110197349819828787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110197349819828787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110197349819828787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110197349819828787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2004/12/p-im-feeling-wierd-and-i-dont-have-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110180600319181599</id><published>2004-11-30T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T01:13:23.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quick and DirtyAt Saturday Market I had the quickest and dirtiest coming out moment of my transitioning experience. I ran (almost literally) into a married couple I hadn't had contact with in about three years. At first there was a quick second of fluster between us. I was dressed my normal casual in a medium low cut(hey if you got 'em show 'em) top, bluejeans, coat and purse. Since I wasn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110180600319181599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110180600319181599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110180600319181599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110180600319181599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2004/11/quick-and-dirty-at-saturday-market-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110180589356916419</id><published>2004-11-30T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T01:11:33.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Transitioning in PortlandI just finished watching the local news. They did a human interest story on a local radio personality that is transitioning from male to female. She is in her late forties and the story was encouraging to those folks that think they are too old to transition. The basic cliches were used to explain Donna's gender issues and the interviewer used all proper pronouns and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110180589356916419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110180589356916419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110180589356916419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110180589356916419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2004/11/transitioning-in-portland-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110160108880440426</id><published>2004-11-27T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T16:18:08.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Audrey Horne.  You're spoiled andmanipulative, but you're also whip-smart andindomitable.  You always get your way, even ifyou first have to get into deep trouble.  Youare so feisty and independent that you like tothink you need no one -- unless, of course, youWANT them -- but in fact, what you really needis a good friend. Which Twin Peaks character are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110160108880440426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110160108880440426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110160108880440426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110160108880440426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2004/11/you-are-audrey-horne.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357617.post-110140494869876914</id><published>2004-11-25T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T09:49:08.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Family MattersMy birth father Keith and I have decided to part ways. Here is the last thing I told him from yesterday. BTW Keith, (bio dad) I know the truth about a lie you have told since I met you eight years ago. Remember when Jason (my younger brother) told you about the abuse I suffered at the hands of the evil step dad? You came to me and tried to offer me support and empathy. You told</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/feeds/110140494869876914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5357617&amp;postID=110140494869876914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110140494869876914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357617/posts/default/110140494869876914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llolo.blogspot.com/2004/11/family-matters-my-birth-father-keith.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolo's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11123728711697105664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
