<?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-6017290</id><updated>2011-10-06T01:56:00.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did the sheep get tap shoes????</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my uber-exciting life. Rule number one: I'm really sarcastic...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>543</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-8472875587993100336</id><published>2007-01-08T00:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T00:38:36.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well folks, this is it....</title><summary type='text'>After much pondering and reading of the archives, I have decided to shut down this particular blog for now. It is not going away, it is just moving as to allow more privacy. I have tried to promote my livejournal account for people but since you have to actually sign up for livejournal I don't think it's catching on. Still, you're more than welcome to sign up, and I'll add you as a friend so you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/8472875587993100336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/8472875587993100336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2007/01/well-folks-this-is-it.html' title='Well folks, this is it....'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-5908749887419171523</id><published>2007-01-01T19:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T19:15:16.997-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><summary type='text'>Wow, it's 2007! May it be better than 2006! Okay, 2006 wasn't too bad, but it wasn't fantastic, that's for sure. Highlights of 2006: Getting my kitty!!!!!Downsides of 2006: Too many to number.Oh well.Bring on 2007!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/5908749887419171523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/5908749887419171523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-5082530650077419540</id><published>2006-12-14T23:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T00:01:47.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays my ass!!!</title><summary type='text'>Pardon the foul language but I have gotten to my boiling point with this political correct bullshit. I think this subject has been hashed by some of my other friends and I don't want to steal their thunder but this is starting to work my nerves.It is now time for our society to step back and realize just how ridiculous the term "politically correct" has gotten.This War on Christmas is getting out</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/5082530650077419540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/5082530650077419540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-holidays-my-ass.html' title='Happy Holidays my ass!!!'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-116590205989876797</id><published>2006-12-11T23:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T23:40:59.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me vs. the insurance company part 1</title><summary type='text'>I know you all totally miss my stories of my ongoing battle with Cingular. I know, I totally miss telling said stories. But as I have not really had any major complaints with Verizon, there has been a severe lacking in my posts regarding my battles with large corporations. The most exciting thing that ever happened with Verizon is that we tried to switch our phones at the Verizon store and they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/116590205989876797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/116590205989876797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/12/me-vs-insurance-company-part-1.html' title='Me vs. the insurance company part 1'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-116467879538717627</id><published>2006-11-27T19:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T19:54:02.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Barf.</title><summary type='text'>Today I saw the most disgusting bumper sticker on the back of Appleton's very own, albeit much toned down version of the Jesusmobile (if you are a Milwaukee native, you know what I am referring to)....Appleton's is much less obnoxious. Instead of a beat-up old station wagon it is a white car, and there is no jackass using a megaphone to tell you you're going to hell. But, the white car is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/116467879538717627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/116467879538717627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/11/barf.html' title='Barf.'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-116305208804905081</id><published>2006-11-08T23:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T00:09:12.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HECK YEAH!</title><summary type='text'>WOOHOO! The Democrats have taken control again after 12 years!! So long to the GOP and their ridiculous ways!!But to top it off - the Italian buttercream icing on the raspberry filling bakery made cake, Donald Rumsfeld stepped down!Seriously folks, it doesn't get much better than that.With a little bit of luck (it's been going so well thus far), we will have a Secretary of Defense who will have a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/116305208804905081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/116305208804905081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/11/heck-yeah.html' title='HECK YEAH!'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-116279423858159108</id><published>2006-11-06T00:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T00:23:58.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I promise it will be over soon!!</title><summary type='text'>The "Fair Wisconsin Votes No!" facebook group that I'm in had someone post a pretty phenomenal letter found in the Eau Claire Leader-Telegram. I have to say that the person who wrote this letter to the  editor pretty much summed up a lot of the things that I have been saying over and over again for the past few weeks.In short, as I can't really articulate better than the person who wrote the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/116279423858159108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/116279423858159108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-promise-it-will-be-over-soon.html' title='I promise it will be over soon!!'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-116244215215069478</id><published>2006-11-01T22:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:35:52.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate these...</title><summary type='text'>I hate when I have to write a blog because I'm sad.Today I'm sad, because I received the kind of news I hate to receive.A very close family friend died about 2 weeks ago of an apparent heart attack while traveling for business in Germany. He was 52 years old.Those things make me sad because people who are that young (in the grand scheme of things) shouldn't die of a heart attack. They shouldn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/116244215215069478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/116244215215069478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-hate-these.html' title='I hate these...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-116139051440858869</id><published>2006-10-20T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T19:28:34.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhaps people should take more stock in these words</title><summary type='text'>I've been reading far too much by certain conservative groups who seem to think that they can point fingers at others while absolving themselves of any sort of blame....Maybe those same people have forgotten this chapter in the Gospel of John...But Jesus went to the Mount of Olives. At dawn he appeared again in the temple courts, where all the people gathered around him, and he sat down to teach </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/116139051440858869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/116139051440858869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/10/perhaps-people-should-take-more-stock.html' title='Perhaps people should take more stock in these words'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-116045855875522035</id><published>2006-10-10T00:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T00:46:03.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not my photoblog but who cares??</title><summary type='text'>This is my super sexy 2006 Strato Blue Mazda 3.  And yours truly with said car. w00t!!Just because I know you are curious as to why I am posing with my car - what? Your car salesman never took a picture of you with your car??How can you NOT love this car??? I know I love it!There has been a lack of posting because I have been sick. My apartment is a disaster area and probably should be condemned </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/116045855875522035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/116045855875522035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/10/not-my-photoblog-but-who-cares.html' title='Not my photoblog but who cares??'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-115941714378011177</id><published>2006-09-27T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T23:19:04.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics in the workplace?</title><summary type='text'>Oh look, it's an overload of blog posts in a very short amount of time...must mean there is too much controversy in my life that I feel compelled to comment on!I roused myself early this morning, which, as anyone who knows me knows is almost downright impossible for me to do, for an 8:30am sales meeting. Well, at least it was advertised to be at 8:30, and it was supposed to be strictly about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/115941714378011177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/115941714378011177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/09/politics-in-workplace.html' title='Politics in the workplace?'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-115933124146505369</id><published>2006-09-26T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T23:30:35.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I still miss you...</title><summary type='text'>Well it's been a year since my kitty died.And as childish as this may seem, I still miss her every single day.It's hard to lose a pet, and I think losing Bear was the hardest...she was my kitty for 16 years!!!I just wish I'd gotten to say goodbye to her instead of leaving for work on Sunday night, knowing I'd probably never get to see my baby again...But Bear, wherever you are now, I'm sure </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/115933124146505369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/115933124146505369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-still-miss-you.html' title='I still miss you...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-115907697112040308</id><published>2006-09-24T00:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T00:49:31.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First politics, now sex! When did this get so controversial???</title><summary type='text'>The other day, as I was bored and perusing facebook (ah, the joys of having nothing better to do with my time)...I was clicking here and there and somehow ended up in a group regarding premarital sex and how people were against it (i don't know how i ended up there, you never know where groups are going to take you, and what's with the new facebook stalking? anyway, another topic, i'd cover it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/115907697112040308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/115907697112040308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/09/first-politics-now-sex-when-did-this.html' title='First politics, now sex! When did this get so controversial???'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-115881602471861912</id><published>2006-09-20T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T00:20:24.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics, schmolitics...</title><summary type='text'>I try to stay away from politics (except in that little presidential race where ohio SCREWED the entire nation, damn you!) in my blog, but I would just like to say that the upcoming November election is going to be key, not to mention get ready for mud-slinging!!I can't WAIT for the 8th district election. The primary was a huge disappointment. My favorite candidate lost, but luckily, not by much.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/115881602471861912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/115881602471861912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/09/politics-schmolitics.html' title='Politics, schmolitics...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-115760116648651344</id><published>2006-09-06T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T22:52:46.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my cat, but not this much!</title><summary type='text'>I got this in my email today from PetsMart. Now anyone who knows me knows that I LOVE my cat. But I do not love my cat enough to buy her a freaking color-coordinated bedroom set. You want to know why I find this to be pointless??Do you KNOW where my cat sleeps?? My cat sleeps WHERE EVER SHE WANTS. This could be anywhere from under a chair to the top of the couch to bed to the floor.Oh, and my cat</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/115760116648651344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/115760116648651344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-love-my-cat-but-not-this-much.html' title='I love my cat, but not this much!'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-115664450982905437</id><published>2006-08-26T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T21:08:29.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny...</title><summary type='text'> - best site for your family tree and photos" alt="Click here to create your own Celebrity Collage on MyHeritage - best site for your family tree and photos" target="_blank"&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/115664450982905437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/115664450982905437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/08/funny.html' title='Funny...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-115618969002905525</id><published>2006-08-21T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T17:01:44.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whooooooooooooops...</title><summary type='text'>So it's been nearly a month since I've posted and it appears that the reading material has come to a ho-hum, so I figure that those of you non-LJ users might want an update of sorts.First things first, the Mazda 626 died. Well, not quite died. You see, the 626 was a '95, and for those of you who may be familiar with the '90s 626, you also may know that Mazda royally fucked up the transmission in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/115618969002905525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/115618969002905525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/08/whooooooooooooops.html' title='Whooooooooooooops...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-115369996971464268</id><published>2006-07-23T19:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T21:03:16.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of Music Trivia because I'm really freaking bored!</title><summary type='text'>Okay so it's been over a year since the last version of music trivia, but this one is going to be fabulous. I may just be overusing the word fabulous, but that's okay. Anyway, you should know the rules by now, but just in case you don't, they are very simple. Identify the song by the lyrics given (song titles not included in lyrics), leave a comment with the TITLE AND ARTIST...if there are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/115369996971464268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/115369996971464268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/07/lots-of-music-trivia-because-im-really.html' title='Lots of Music Trivia because I&apos;m really freaking bored!'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-115267528604797602</id><published>2006-07-11T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T22:34:46.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birfday!</title><summary type='text'>Happy birthday to meeeeeeeeeeee!It has so far been a pretty decent birthday...and it's nice because unlike the last two years, I haven't felt like I'm having to cram in everything I want to do/everyone I want to see either, hoopa!!I had to take my car in this morning - so blah to that, here's hoping that there won't be lots of money owed in the morning! Then we went to look at a house...no house </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/115267528604797602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/115267528604797602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/07/birfday.html' title='Birfday!'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-115223578226192171</id><published>2006-07-06T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T20:29:42.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF???</title><summary type='text'>My cat eats PAPER!! No, I'm NOT kidding! I had my apartment newsletter lying on the floor (I know, I'm totally a neat freak - haha yeah right) and I was playing with kitty, and all the sudden she takes a BITE out of the newsletter and EATS it! As if that ribbon wasn't enough....Well, I guess she's getting her fiber....snicker snicker.That is all.Oh wait.Only FIVE DAYS TILL MY BIRTHDAY!!Don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/115223578226192171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/115223578226192171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/07/wtf.html' title='WTF???'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-115137020707440657</id><published>2006-06-26T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T20:03:27.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><summary type='text'>So, I made my decision. As of July 14, I will no longer be employed with my current company. I am moving on to bigger and better (and lower-paying) things with my new job...starting July 17! This is very exciting. I think I have everything worked out so that I can get by. So we shall see....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/115137020707440657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/115137020707440657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/06/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-115117173012271730</id><published>2006-06-24T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T12:56:26.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I forgot about this blog thing...</title><summary type='text'>But then again, Livejournal is just so much more convenient...I can monitor who reads the damn thing.Sigh. Anyway...So just an fyi - my life really sucks right now.For those of you who talk to me at all, whether it be on a regular basis or through email or blogger or livejournal or myspace or whatever, be it as it may...you know I hate my job. Those of you who know what it is that I do at my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/115117173012271730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/115117173012271730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-think-i-forgot-about-this-blog-thing.html' title='I think I forgot about this blog thing...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-115033239255838547</id><published>2006-06-14T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T08:52:05.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bout time for an update, eh chaps?</title><summary type='text'>Right, this thing is still on. Though barely....lol. There have just been so many other things to do (or not do) that updating has been on the back burner. Sorry. There have been posts to the livejournal though, but not much there either I'm afraid. And for those of you new to the whole livejournal thing, you've got to be a member to read my locked entries (but it's free!). I'm not picky about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/115033239255838547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/115033239255838547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/06/bout-time-for-update-eh-chaps.html' title='Bout time for an update, eh chaps?'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-114869015509694150</id><published>2006-05-26T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T19:35:55.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>High quality, I tell ya...</title><summary type='text'>Well, I have my cell phone back (okay, it's a new one because I'm a retard, but let's not get into that, just know that I have a cell phone and eventually I'll have your number reprogrammed unless it's either a-changed or b-you've given it to me after July 2005, then please send it again!), so that's happy!My adorable S'mores now has her own myspace (because I'm a big huge dork).It's muggier than</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114869015509694150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114869015509694150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/05/high-quality-i-tell-ya.html' title='High quality, I tell ya...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-114814724852436282</id><published>2006-05-20T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:50:14.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Further proof I'm not a college student anymore...</title><summary type='text'>Yes folks, I went out drinking last night. It's what, the second time I've gotten drunk since I graduated from college (how sad is that??). Can I just say that my tolerance is SHOT TO HELL??? Oy vey, what a sad day.After a huge dinner full of carbs, it only took two drinks and two shots to have me passing out by 12:30. Sigh.And now I'm prepping up to go out for Katie's birthday tonight. This will</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114814724852436282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114814724852436282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/05/further-proof-im-not-college-student.html' title='Further proof I&apos;m not a college student anymore...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-114776271302274450</id><published>2006-05-15T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T01:58:33.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One year what?</title><summary type='text'>I'm tampering with the time stamp on this as I tend to do when I forget to update.May 15, 2006...it's now been one entire year since I walked across the uh, union steps in the freezing cold that was Ripon College class of 2005's graduation.Has it already been one year? Sure as hell doesn't seem possible.This time one year ago, I was packing up my life's existance, saying goodbye to people I would</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114776271302274450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114776271302274450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-year-what.html' title='One year what?'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-114750523357662798</id><published>2006-05-13T02:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T02:27:13.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Townie what?</title><summary type='text'>So, get this, I go all the way to Townie Bar night and leave el-camera at home.And there were so many fun pictures that I didn't take.But of course this means it must be re-scheduled (and preferably without the god damn rain!)....It's late and I'm tired, but at least I don't smell like a stale cigarette. But I forsee a townie bar night in July or June or sometime where there will be townie bar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114750523357662798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114750523357662798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/05/townie-what.html' title='Townie what?'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-114706569122339715</id><published>2006-05-08T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T00:23:22.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yea!</title><summary type='text'>TWO DAY WORK WEEK THIS WEEK! HOOPA!!So, now that is out of my system...lots to do this week...some good, some meh.I spent the best 30 bucks I've ever spent today - the soundtrack to Rent! Yeah, I'm sure you can guess I'll be listening to that nonstop (it's now in my iPod!). Then again, that is GOOD because I have a 2-hour drive to Milwaukee to do twice this week ... Tuesday night and either </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114706569122339715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114706569122339715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/05/yea.html' title='Yea!'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-114653501960790239</id><published>2006-05-01T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T20:56:59.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the results!</title><summary type='text'>So, props to everyone who submitted their votes as to how the ride situation would play itself out for today."Will Mooch call me on Monday morning when I don't show up to pick her up??"A. YesB. NoIf you answered yes, what time do you think she'll call me? I usually pick her up between 9:15 and 9:20.A. 8:30B. 9:00C. 9:15D. 9:20E. 9:25F. 9:30G. 9:40H. Other - please specify - 9:22AMShe calls at one</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114653501960790239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114653501960790239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-results.html' title='And the results!'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-114636912178977537</id><published>2006-04-29T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T22:54:24.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll Time!</title><summary type='text'>So, it's been about a year (or maybe longer?) since I've run a poll, but now I have a poll (ends Monday, 11:30 am, CST) that actually may have a prize attached:As you may have figured out, I'm stuck in a one-sided carpool that sucks. Nobody else from works wants to be in my shoes, so whenever I switch hours with people, I'm told not to tell my carpool (excuse me, call her Mooch) until the last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114636912178977537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114636912178977537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/04/poll-time.html' title='Poll Time!'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-114618397397028755</id><published>2006-04-27T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T19:26:13.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can call you Betty, and Betty when you call me, you can call me Al!</title><summary type='text'>So, Mill Creek (a local watering hole on College Ave) has this wonderful thing called "80s Night" every Wednesday. Having put off my 80s night debut for the last couple weeks (though last week I had a good excuse - free tickets to a comedy club), I finally made my 80s night debut with Courtney, Katie, Mary (aka Shoutsy) and Erin. Shoutsy decided to bypass the parachute pants this time, but it was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114618397397028755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114618397397028755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-can-call-you-betty-and-betty-when.html' title='I can call you Betty, and Betty when you call me, you can call me Al!'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-114583922740577961</id><published>2006-04-23T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T19:52:44.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoke too soon...</title><summary type='text'>So, after this fucking terrible weekend, I find out that my last post was another outlet of Famous Last Words (boy, those have been MIA for a while).First off, mooch-girl got a car, but it broke down on Friday morning, so hence, I had to drive her home on Friday night.Then, I get a phone call tonight saying that she can't drive her car until she gets an occupational license, and god knows when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114583922740577961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114583922740577961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/04/spoke-too-soon.html' title='Spoke too soon...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-114558053546778428</id><published>2006-04-20T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:48:55.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE!</title><summary type='text'>This definitely merits a post.I'M FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!But I'm definitely poorer because of this fucking ordeal. Poorer, and there's about 450 more miles on my car because of it.Lesson to be learned kids: don't lose your license. Don't let your insurance policy lapse. Ever. And if you carpool, make sure to fucking pay your ride.And that's all I have to say.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114558053546778428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114558053546778428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/04/free.html' title='FREE!'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-114514113150701428</id><published>2006-04-15T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T17:45:31.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>State pride, maybe...city pride, not so much...</title><summary type='text'>So the two boys in Milwaukee have been found and it's a sad day because they were found dead, but there is closure in this case. The families know what happened (more or less), and now there is no just wondering what happened and where they are. There are answers.But I'm disgusted at the other breaking news from last night that kept me up past midnight just watching the news (no tonight show at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114514113150701428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114514113150701428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/04/state-pride-maybecity-pride-not-so.html' title='State pride, maybe...city pride, not so much...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-114481918295961196</id><published>2006-04-12T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T00:19:42.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*blinks* whoa...</title><summary type='text'>So it's been forever and a half (don't I start every post out with that?), once again. It's really because there isn't anything good to write about.Let's see.What could I write about?I could write about formal (it was fun).I could write about the importance of keeping your car insurance policies from lapsing (don't let that happen).I could write about why semi-truck drivers are jackasses (this is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114481918295961196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114481918295961196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/04/blinks-whoa.html' title='*blinks* whoa...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-114387417695761267</id><published>2006-04-01T00:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T00:49:36.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>State Pride?? Maybe...</title><summary type='text'>Today, while at work, my day was somewhat lackluster (as usual for a Friday), so I perused the Journal Sentinel in hopes that maybe I would find something interesting on one of the recent cases that has been seemingly plaguing Milwaukee: the missing boys, the Frank Jude trial, the kid that was beaten to death while waiting for a bus....you know, the usual craptastic Milwaukee crimes that make </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.jsonline.com/story/index.aspx?id=412246' title='State Pride?? Maybe...'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114387417695761267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114387417695761267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/04/state-pride-maybe_01.html' title='State Pride?? Maybe...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-114316560784893534</id><published>2006-03-23T19:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T20:00:07.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics!</title><summary type='text'>No, I have nothing very newsworthy to report. I'm about on the verge of a psychotic nervous breakdown thanks to work (I thought those ended in college?). But I do have a cat, and she love love love love LOVES me (who wouldn't, really). And while she definitely doesn't replace Bear as my favorite kitty (rip bear...i still miss you), she's definitely making life more fun!!!Where are pictures, one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114316560784893534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114316560784893534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/03/pics.html' title='Pics!'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-114270882476626764</id><published>2006-03-18T13:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T13:07:04.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><summary type='text'>So not much else is new aside from the tiny minor little detail that I actually have internet. Whoa. I know. It's crazy.And I have a cat. Who's name is NOT Amelie as previously discussed. And doesn't really have a name at all, save Kitty. Or sort-of Lucky. I don't know. I sort-of hesitate to name my cat Lucky as Lucky is the name of the Tanners' cat that Alf always tried to eat. But, nothing else</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114270882476626764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114270882476626764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/03/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-114230615777613836</id><published>2006-03-13T21:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T21:15:57.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this thing on?</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, it's hard to believe but I still have a blog. I know, weird. It's been like, forever and a half since I last posted, but whatever, life is exceptionally not newsworthy.Hmm, so what's new? Oh right, it's Wisconsin and it's Mark. As is typical, I walked out the door this morning without a coat and just a sweater and came out to my car after work to freezing rain and had to scrape off my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114230615777613836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114230615777613836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/03/is-this-thing-on.html' title='Is this thing on?'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-114101419557431391</id><published>2006-02-26T22:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T22:23:15.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures a la Ripon...</title><summary type='text'>Why is it that Ripon has been more fun for the, what, three weekends I've been there than it was for all four years?? (Okay, definitely not true, but it seems like it sometimes, haha).So, as you could maybe tell by the title, I spent Friday in Ripon...which was much much fun!! I got to Rodman (my home!) and caught up with Jean, then met Jhenny! Yay! Much fun! We went to Big Stella's for dinner, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114101419557431391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114101419557431391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventures-la-ripon_26.html' title='Adventures a la Ripon...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-114101412323551256</id><published>2006-02-26T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T22:22:03.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat-naming contest!</title><summary type='text'>Okay, it's not really a contest (but if you want a prize, I'll make cookies. Maybe. My cookies usually tend to fail. Oh! I'll send you some cheese. There.)But, prize or not....the kitty is soon to be my kitty! (insert much rejoicing)...Soooooooooooo...now I need a name for the kitty....This is the only picture I have of the kitty, who has a terrible name already.So! Submit your names for the cat!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114101412323551256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114101412323551256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/02/cat-naming-contest.html' title='Cat-naming contest!'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-114028697342000236</id><published>2006-02-18T12:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T14:20:02.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Huhwhat?</title><summary type='text'>A happy birthday to my favorite (and only) little sister....only one more year left until you're legal to drink!!!I'm trying to decide whether or not to go to the ballet tomorrow - Milwaukee is doing Scheherazade and it's been since about April of last year since I've gone to be cultured and seen some good performances (wait, I went to the ripon orchestra concert last april - ripon college </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114028697342000236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/114028697342000236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/02/huhwhat.html' title='Huhwhat?'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-113997373215747930</id><published>2006-02-14T21:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:22:12.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And now....an ode to valentine's day!</title><summary type='text'>Happy Valentine's Poems, everyone....I thought that I could love no other,Until, that is, I met your brother.Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet and so are you.But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.Of loving beauty you float with graceIf only you could hide your face.Kind, intelligent, loving and hotThis describes everything you're</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113997373215747930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113997373215747930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-nowan-ode-to-valentines-day.html' title='And now....an ode to valentine&apos;s day!'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-113968959044890858</id><published>2006-02-11T14:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T14:26:30.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So much for a post coming soon...</title><summary type='text'>As promised, I didn't post anything. I was going to, but I lost interest mid-post and gave up. Oh well. Couldn't have been that interesting.Well, I've uploaded some more  pictures on my photoblog...yay!  So go check those out.I hung out with Adam last night - huzzah! Since we haven't seen each other since like, August or early September, so that was pretty exciting. And we went to Alterra! I miss</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113968959044890858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113968959044890858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-much-for-post-coming-soon.html' title='So much for a post coming soon...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-113886657657798814</id><published>2006-02-02T01:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T01:51:10.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Political commentary coming soon, but first, a sentence or two...</title><summary type='text'>So, I'm sure you're sitting there thinking, what's with the short posts? Well, I have a political post all planned out about why the state of Wisconsin rocks in my book right now, as well as why Republicans are dumb....(no offense to any republican readers)But in the meantime, do take the time to read this Eugene Kane column from the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel....(you may have to register, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113886657657798814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113886657657798814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/02/political-commentary-coming-soon-but.html' title='Political commentary coming soon, but first, a sentence or two...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-113876350355024281</id><published>2006-01-31T21:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T21:11:43.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos!</title><summary type='text'>Actually, the photos aren't here. But I do have a new photoblog, with my uploaded pix from the 10th Frame on Friday night....So, go visit my photoblog!!! Yay!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113876350355024281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113876350355024281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/01/photos.html' title='Photos!'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-113859685633653592</id><published>2006-01-29T22:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T01:09:16.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meow!</title><summary type='text'>I'm sorry I don't have anything exciting to post, but here's a picture of the new kitty at home. Her name is Izzy (worst. kitty. name. EVER.)...not Bear, but a sweet kitty nevertheless.I SO am going through cat-withdrawl.Anyway.So, there really isn't anything exciting going on in my life right now, but the other day, in an email, I was asked the pertinent question: "Lauren, what is it that you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113859685633653592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113859685633653592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/01/meow_29.html' title='Meow!'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-113781550337290133</id><published>2006-01-20T21:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T21:51:43.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three pieces of useless (or maybe useful) information and a public service announcement (again).....</title><summary type='text'>And now for another public service announcement:After spending three months working for an insurance company, I have a public service announcement I'd like to think should be made into a law. People should NOT be allowed to have insurance until they UNDERSTAND THEIR POLICY!! If you don't understand your policy, you should NOT be ALLOWED TO HAVE INSURANCE.This public service announcement is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113781550337290133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113781550337290133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/01/three-pieces-of-useless-or-maybe.html' title='Three pieces of useless (or maybe useful) information and a public service announcement (again).....'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-113754808373027862</id><published>2006-01-17T19:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T19:34:43.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Latest Highway Phenomenon: The Weigh Station</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so before I get on the actual rant of the day, I'd like to get on my two pseudo rants....1. I think there is a syndrome for bras. It's called the "I Fit In the Store" syndrome, and it automatically becomes null and void after being purchased and worn for about 4 hours. And then, after having spend something like $20 on a stupid piece of fabric with some fucking wires, it becomes useless and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113754808373027862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113754808373027862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/01/latest-highway-phenomenon-weigh.html' title='The Latest Highway Phenomenon: The Weigh Station'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-113728649310749298</id><published>2006-01-14T18:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T18:54:53.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored....</title><summary type='text'>Huzzah, it's Saturday. The eternal day of boredom....at least for me. But alas, boredom is glorious, at least today. Though in my boredom I was somewhat productive...okay, not really. I went to the pharmacy, found out that I'm not off of my parents insurance yet (yeah, that should have happened in June, so hopefully these prescription claims won't get messy, eessh). Then I went home and made </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113728649310749298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113728649310749298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/01/bored-bored-bored-bored-bored.html' title='Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored....'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-113695946162270358</id><published>2006-01-10T23:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T00:04:21.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Toothpaste crisis solved - maybe...</title><summary type='text'>So, today while I was shopping for the most fun of all things: soap, toilet paper, lasagna pans, contact solution and Claritin...I stopped in the toothpaste aisle in hopes that mayhaps the store would have a leftover stash of Colgate Herbal White. Alas, no luck in the Colgate department. But I did find a possible suitable substitute: Crest Whitening Expressions, Extreme Herbal Mint (it even had a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113695946162270358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113695946162270358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/01/toothpaste-crisis-solved-maybe.html' title='Toothpaste crisis solved - maybe...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-113633756361924306</id><published>2006-01-03T19:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T19:19:23.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year....</title><summary type='text'>Let's see, at the very end of 2004 I did a recap of 2004, both the finer and darker moments. However, 2005 was, in a word: sucktastic (is that a word??)....A quick recap: I started second semester of senior year, I wrote my senior sem (of DOOM), I had my senior recital (of DOOM!), and I graduated. I then went to Cedar Point and worked a job (of DOOM), quit said job, bummed around in Milwaukee/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113633756361924306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113633756361924306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year....'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-113544061285939404</id><published>2005-12-24T09:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T10:10:12.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the season, you know...</title><summary type='text'>And no, I'm not Scrooge this year. While I do have to admit that the radio stations in the Appleton/Oshkosh/Green Bay area ARE out to get me (I heard the SAME song by the SAME artist on the SAME station within TEN minutes AGAIN yesterday)...and then I heard Winter Wonderland, Jingle Bell Rock, Chestnuts Roasting, and Sleigh Ride on the ride home too...but I'm not bitter. Really. :)Anyway, if I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113544061285939404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113544061285939404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/12/tis-season-you-know.html' title='Tis the season, you know...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-113521440595721908</id><published>2005-12-21T19:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T19:20:05.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of Christmas Carols...</title><summary type='text'>We weren't actually, but now that 24 out of 25 of the mystery carol questions have been answered, it brings me to my next topics....First off, dear Santa, #24 was not Just Say Nowell....but dear fall '02 collegium folks, you should know this!!!!! :)Secondly, I've decided that there are only like, five Christmas songs in existance up here....and I really don't like most of them.Overplayed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113521440595721908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113521440595721908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/12/speaking-of-christmas-carols.html' title='Speaking of Christmas Carols...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-113470580096176104</id><published>2005-12-15T21:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T09:33:23.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And now ladies and gentlemen, it's time for Name That Christmas Carol!</title><summary type='text'>I figure it's been since May since I've run the music trivia...but now it's time to spruce it up and make it holiday themed! Okay, so maybe I've taken this whole holiday spirit a bit far, but who cares? What's with this world and it's holiday cynicism anyway??There are going to be some traditional carols mixed in with recent songs written...just a warning. :)So now, you know the drill...1. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113470580096176104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113470580096176104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/12/and-now-ladies-and-gentlemen-its-time.html' title='And now ladies and gentlemen, it&apos;s time for Name That Christmas Carol!'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-113444364437146034</id><published>2005-12-12T21:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T21:14:04.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A huge, enormous, monster-size crisis...</title><summary type='text'>Yes folks, the terrible has happened.Colgate has discontinued my toothpaste.Now I have to embark on another number of years search for another perfect toothpaste!!Damn you Colgate, for removing Herbal White from the shelves!!!!!!p.s. if anyone ever finds that particular kind of toothpaste, let me know! I'm desperate!! :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113444364437146034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113444364437146034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/12/huge-enormous-monster-size-crisis.html' title='A huge, enormous, monster-size crisis...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-113397775466914744</id><published>2005-12-07T11:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T11:49:14.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So it's weird that I'm at home right now...</title><summary type='text'>But not really given that my car is going to blow up.Okay, so I'm overly dramatic sometimes, my car is not really going to blow up.But somehow, while driving 72 mph past the Ballard Road exit on Hwy 41, my little silver Mazda 626 somehow morphed into an army tank!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (soundwise, anyway)Anyway, those fancy words that I used last time I posted about my car were part of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113397775466914744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113397775466914744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-its-weird-that-im-at-home-right-now.html' title='So it&apos;s weird that I&apos;m at home right now...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-113384420573704848</id><published>2005-12-05T22:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T22:43:25.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Up and coming contest (with a prize)...but first, the Mystery Light Switch....</title><summary type='text'>So, as I was contemplating the meaning of life on the way home from work tonight (haha, I am so philosophical), I decided that the good old Mazda needs a name. Now, I swore that if I ever owned a silver car, I would name it the Silver Streak II, but the Silver Streak II (after my dad's old 1988 Bonneville which was also grayish silver) doesn't seem to fit the Mazda. And unfortunately, methinks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113384420573704848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113384420573704848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/12/up-and-coming-contest-with-prizebut.html' title='Up and coming contest (with a prize)...but first, the Mystery Light Switch....'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-113348796461451315</id><published>2005-12-01T19:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T21:42:44.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I HATE Wisconsin...</title><summary type='text'>Yes folks, it's December 1 and what does that bring?? SNOW (aka that white shit that messes up our roads)!!! I woke up this morning to snow...an inch or so to be exact, all of which was all over my car. Luckily, after the brief scrape (no pun intended) two weeks ago where I had to scrape the ice off of my car with (i kid you not) a wire coat hanger that happened to be sitting in my backseat from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113348796461451315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113348796461451315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/12/why-i-hate-wisconsin.html' title='Why I HATE Wisconsin...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-113315441219242357</id><published>2005-11-27T22:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T03:45:56.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll time!</title><summary type='text'>So I've become the most spaz-tastic person when it comes to updating (three days in a row, then...nothing...for about a week, then something, then nothing, blah blah blah), but in my defense, my life is SO boring right now, that if I reported on daily happenings, you'd all fall asleep.Anyway, the highlight of my life this past week was two, no, three things:**Buying a Christmas tree last Sunday (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113315441219242357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113315441219242357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/11/poll-time.html' title='Poll time!'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-113251039979349899</id><published>2005-11-20T12:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T12:43:05.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Formal!!!</title><summary type='text'>So, it's been a while...what have I been up to lately??Well, formal was last night!! Oh! So much fun! I went stag because I was ditched thanks to a friggin' poker night (what's more important in life, formal or poker? don't answer that...haha), but it was mucho fun nevertheless. I think I spent more time on the dance floor last night than the previous three-and-a-half years combined. And now I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113251039979349899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113251039979349899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/11/formal.html' title='Formal!!!'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-113202275849683927</id><published>2005-11-14T20:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T20:45:58.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Furniture!!</title><summary type='text'>I get my new sofa and loveseat tomorrow!! SO EXCITED!!!(for those of you who didn't know, i finally bought furniture!)So, if you haven't come visit me, now you definitely should (places to sit besides the floor).My furniture is blue microfiber (is that what it's called?), and it's super soft and yay! comfy! I can't WAIT to get furniture. :)So, next step, get internet for my apt, then I can post </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113202275849683927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113202275849683927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/11/furniture.html' title='Furniture!!'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-113193364958488290</id><published>2005-11-13T19:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T20:31:27.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And now, for something completely different!</title><summary type='text'>Just because Titanic was re-released on DVD a few weeks ago, I thought people might get a kick out of this. I got this "script" in my email back in 1997....and I still think it's funny almost eight years later!Titanic: A Shortened ScriptMany of you have seen the film Titanic, which is about a great big boat that sank like a thousand years ago that for some reason everyone is just now getting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113193364958488290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113193364958488290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-now-for-something-completely.html' title='And now, for something completely different!'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-113193340488662257</id><published>2005-11-12T19:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T19:56:44.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long week...</title><summary type='text'>(I'm finally getting around to publishing this one, excuse the delay.)It's been kind of a long week. Last night I went out with a bunch of my work friends to Riviera Lanes in Green Bay (and I still suck at bowling). I had a bit to drink (or a lot, by my standards), and I had tossed my keys to Andy and was getting in the car to go home. I had checked my phone and seen that Joe had called, so I was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113193340488662257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113193340488662257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-been-long-week.html' title='It&apos;s been a long week...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-113117076176933098</id><published>2005-11-04T23:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T00:20:50.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A big yippee of both the sarcastic and non-sarcastic varieties...</title><summary type='text'>Yippee! It's Friday!! That is quite enough reason to be excited...but I have many yippees for the weekend for sarcastic and non-sarcastic reasons!!I watched Charlie and the Chocolate Factory today with Leah Ann after Pizza Hut (yay pepperoni &amp; mushroom pizza!), and it was so so so so so so so so so so good!! If you haven't seen it, RENT IT! BUY IT! FIND SOME WAY TO GET THIS MOVIE ASAP!!!! If it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113117076176933098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113117076176933098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/11/big-yippee-of-both-sarcastic-and-non.html' title='A big yippee of both the sarcastic and non-sarcastic varieties...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-113081838731894909</id><published>2005-10-31T21:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T22:13:07.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no blog!</title><summary type='text'>Well, it hasn't been that long but pretty long for yours truly....Happy Halloween everyone! Has it already been a year since last halloween? Go sit out in a pumpkin patch and wait for the Great Pumpkin already!Anyway.So, speaking of Peanuts (indirectly!), Jamie's wedding was this past weekend. Omg, it was so so so much fun!! It wasn't a traditional wedding in the sense of traditional weddings - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113081838731894909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113081838731894909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/10/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long time no blog!'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-113037742044326305</id><published>2005-10-26T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T20:43:40.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And now, for a rant...</title><summary type='text'>Today's rant: How movie companies are robbing us blind.So, lately there have been an influx of movies that have been released - or should I say, REreleased with a new package, a few more special features and another disc or two. And be sure to jack the price up about twenty bucks. In addition to the twenty that you can already be sure to be charged as it is a new release. This brings the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113037742044326305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113037742044326305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-now-for-rant.html' title='And now, for a rant...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-113013324695511297</id><published>2005-10-24T00:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T00:54:06.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes laziness does pay off...</title><summary type='text'>At least, some of the time. I, meanwhile, have been pretty much anything but lazy (okay, that's a big fat lie), but I have been somewhat productive. Even after four straight weeks of boring job-ville, I haven't quite grasped the concept that I don't, in fact, have to do homework (wow). So, what do I do, in the meantime?Well, things don't change all that much!! I have a list of things I should do.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113013324695511297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/113013324695511297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/10/sometimes-laziness-does-pay-off.html' title='Sometimes laziness does pay off...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-112977344535903881</id><published>2005-10-19T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T20:57:25.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wizard of Oz!!!!!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>Oh. My. God. I think I'm the very last person to know that they are releasing a THREE DISC SPECIAL EDITION of the Wizard of Oz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I am SO excited. I pre-ordered it today, and I can't WAIT until it is released. I am absolutely obsessed with that movie. So, as of approximately October 30, I will be the proud owner of one of the best editions of one of the best movies of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112977344535903881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112977344535903881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/10/wizard-of-oz.html' title='The Wizard of Oz!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-112942093641322961</id><published>2005-10-15T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T19:11:19.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of posting? Possible explanation to come in a few days. But first, your input, please!</title><summary type='text'>I know some of you have been wondering why I have considerably declined the amount of time I spend posting. Maybe it's just that without homework, blogger is no longer a procrastination tool. With all the time I have to spend watching hours of The O.C. at a time (i'm an addict), you would think that I would have lots of time to spend writing in my blog. Of course, maybe I just don't want you to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112942093641322961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112942093641322961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/10/lack-of-posting-possible-explanation.html' title='Lack of posting? Possible explanation to come in a few days. But first, your input, please!'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-112898584094643777</id><published>2005-10-10T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T18:11:29.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's hope that bad things only happen in threes...</title><summary type='text'>Today marks the third time in the past three years that I've almost gotten flattened by a very large truck. Key word: almost...so let's hope that the almost-truck flattening stops here. :)Out of the three almost truck flattenings, this was the 2nd worst.Almost truck-flattening #1: Summer, 2003...driving home from matc with my dad in the 2001 escort (keep in mind...a little, flimsy car) downtown </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112898584094643777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112898584094643777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/10/lets-hope-that-bad-things-only-happen.html' title='Let&apos;s hope that bad things only happen in threes...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-112884060752030121</id><published>2005-10-09T01:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T02:00:30.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Addictions, Recommendations, and other ways to waste time...</title><summary type='text'>I'd like to start out by saying that my life is now so extremely boring that I have started to discover ways in which to waste time.So, whether you are now a cube monkey at a job, trying to procrastinate on homework, or just generally bored (weekends, anyone?? heehee) - here is Lauren's guide to wasting time!!Internet sites!**Lots and lots of games!!! Classics such as the helicopter game, pac-man</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112884060752030121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112884060752030121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/10/addictions-recommendations-and-other.html' title='Addictions, Recommendations, and other ways to waste time...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-112857004755668576</id><published>2005-10-05T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:40:47.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank the lord for the Wednesday...</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so that was pretty lame, but then again this week has been pretty lame. Actually the last two weeks have been pretty lame, as well.Anyway, so, I'm all settled in my new apartment and I LOVE IT!!! It's SO freaking cute. I have a lot more to do before I'm all settled in, but I figure I've got at least a year here, right?? (probably more). So far I don't have much along the line of furniture </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112857004755668576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112857004755668576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/10/thank-lord-for-wednesday.html' title='Thank the lord for the Wednesday...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-112814558705321662</id><published>2005-10-01T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T00:46:27.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>omFg!!!</title><summary type='text'>What a day.Things started going wrong as soon as I left the house. I got about halfway to work when I realized FUCK! I forgot my cell phone. Normally this wouldn't be a huge problem but since I was leaving from work to go to Milwaukee, this was kind of a problem. I don't particularly like driving long distances (not that GB to Milwaukee is a very long distance, but it's long enough) without my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112814558705321662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112814558705321662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/10/omfg.html' title='omFg!!!'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-112805363545899248</id><published>2005-09-29T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T23:13:55.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><summary type='text'>So, the week has been extremely slowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. I don't know yet if I'm even going to like the job itself, because this week has been a lot of bullshit thus far. Monday and Tuesday were company training (very boring. Tuesday not as bad as Monday, but still very long AND we started a half-hour earlier). Wednesday and today were sort-of department training (and by department training I mean </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112805363545899248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112805363545899248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/09/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-112786092297940159</id><published>2005-09-27T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T17:42:02.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on that whole work-thing...</title><summary type='text'>So, today was day two. I'm just going to say right off the bat that I hate orientation, especially large company orientations. I had to sit through a shortened, condensed version of orientation for Columbia (back in the day) that was only like, 45 minutes long, and THAT was boring. THIS has been two days of sheer boredom! Blah!I already have an aversion to getting up early (but does that surprise</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112786092297940159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112786092297940159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/09/update-on-that-whole-work-thing.html' title='Update on that whole work-thing...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-112753972456582027</id><published>2005-09-23T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T00:30:58.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho hum.</title><summary type='text'>So, life has been a whirlwind of events lately - getting a job, looking for an apartment, putting down a deposit on my apartment this afternoon, facing the reality that I have to apartment shop and clothes shop tomorrow before heading back to Appleton on Sunday before (gulp) work on Monday.In the midst of all this, I'm facing a personal crisis.My cat is dying.For all of you who think that this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112753972456582027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112753972456582027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/09/ho-hum.html' title='Ho hum.'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-112726279499720909</id><published>2005-09-20T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T19:39:01.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apartment hunting!</title><summary type='text'>I went apartment hunting today which was a great deal of fun...well, not really. But, all things considered, it was much better than expected, and I put in my application for my apartment today...I'm really excited! Now, let the giddiness ensue...huzzah! I don't have the apartment yet, but hopefully *crosses fingers* I will be able to move into my very own apartment on Oct 1. Yeah, can you tell </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112726279499720909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112726279499720909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/09/apartment-hunting.html' title='Apartment hunting!'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-112702519864085660</id><published>2005-09-18T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T01:33:18.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caaaaaaaaan't waaaaaaaaait!</title><summary type='text'>Oh-my-GOD. I can't wait until this whole working then moving ordeal is OVER!! It's not even that my family is driving me insane, but I really don't want to even THINK about packing (didn't I JUST pack?? like, my entire existance fit into one dorm room? ack). Oh, there is so much to do.You know what pisses me off? Republicans. The election was like, ten months ago. I think we can drop the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112702519864085660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112702519864085660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/09/caaaaaaaaant-waaaaaaaaait.html' title='Caaaaaaaaan&apos;t waaaaaaaaait!'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-112676493018782847</id><published>2005-09-15T00:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T01:15:30.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>STILL too much to do...</title><summary type='text'>But then again, I've been lax in my actually doing any of it. In the meantime of doing nothing, I'm trying to figure out how to upload an mp3 file to my blog, somehow, because really, it's quite entertaining. For now, I'm going to refrain from elaborating in case this actually happens. :)So, I've realized that my life has felt somewhat empty since the loss of Cingular. I could always guarantee </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112676493018782847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112676493018782847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/09/still-too-much-to-do.html' title='STILL too much to do...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-112649980149192511</id><published>2005-09-11T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T23:36:41.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do, things to do...</title><summary type='text'>Ack, so much to do, and only two weeks in which to do so!! Right now it's too late/hot to go upstairs and do the main thing that I should do: that being clean/sort/pack my room.I suppose I should find an apartment first...but I haven't decided where I want to live yet!!My job is located in DePere, so by all practicalities, I should really go live in Green Bay or DePere, but those may be some of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112649980149192511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112649980149192511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/09/things-to-do-things-to-do.html' title='Things to do, things to do...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-112622870847788319</id><published>2005-09-08T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T20:18:28.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of the unemployed...</title><summary type='text'>...wait, I guess that's not me!!! :) Anyway, I just got hired today, which is super exciting, and a little impressive!! I'll be working in DePere, which my mom thinks is just hilarious considering that she moved from DePere to Milwaukee, and I'll be moving from Milwaukee to the Fox Cities (I hope not DePere...no offense Leah Ann!). So, yay! I'm no longer unemployed, and I still have another week </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112622870847788319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112622870847788319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/09/life-of-unemployed.html' title='Life of the unemployed...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-112607880571937394</id><published>2005-09-07T02:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T02:42:23.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because I'm up...yikes...</title><summary type='text'>I have had the wonderful privilege of living with my family for the past few weeks...well on and off in between trips to A-town. And while the free food has been great, and for the most part, the 'rents and I stay out of each other's hair, and I get to spend lots of time outside with my aging cat, all of this homeliness has another amusement. Yes, folks, I'm talking about my younger sister.Now, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112607880571937394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112607880571937394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-because-im-upyikes.html' title='Just because I&apos;m up...yikes...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-112597820790472270</id><published>2005-09-05T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T22:48:46.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September 3, 2005 - a monumental, WONDERFUL day...</title><summary type='text'>So the post is a few days late, but I didn't realize the wonderfulness of September 3 until today...I went to check my voice mail messages on my old cell phone and found out that the phone was disconnected!!!hooray!!!!!!!!And you know what that means??? It means NO MORE CINGULAR!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! On the sad side, though, it means no more amusing phone call transcriptions/rants about how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112597820790472270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112597820790472270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/09/september-3-2005-monumental-wonderful.html' title='September 3, 2005 - a monumental, WONDERFUL day...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-112568078805598605</id><published>2005-09-02T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T12:06:28.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisconsin Fun!!</title><summary type='text'>Okay, since I'm super bored these days, and I'm just job-hunting, and so far there's nothing exciting to report (still waiting, still crossing fingers!)...so in the meantime, some Wisconsin (more specifically Milwaukee - w00t) fun! :)Things NOT to do in Milwaukee:1. Order a Budweiser2. Ride a Kawasaki3. Drive a semi or other heavy vehicle across the Hoan Bridge.4. Ask for turkey sausage at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112568078805598605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112568078805598605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/09/wisconsin-fun.html' title='Wisconsin Fun!!'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-112542634145580579</id><published>2005-08-30T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T13:28:10.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freeways, Highways, Expressways, Interstates and Confusion...</title><summary type='text'>So, my sister came to me last night with a question about Milwaukee highways. As anyone who knows me can attest, I tend to just know how to get places but not exactly know what roads to use (ie, I know where I'm going, but I can't tell you without using landmarks such as the Giant Menorah - or, the corner of Lincoln Memorial and Lake). Anyway, the following conversation ensued (more or less);</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112542634145580579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112542634145580579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/08/freeways-highways-expressways.html' title='Freeways, Highways, Expressways, Interstates and Confusion...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-112529738119787982</id><published>2005-08-29T01:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T01:36:21.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My new career path has already been crushed...damn...</title><summary type='text'>Disclaimer: Before I get started, this is all a joke. These are not real plans, they are just the pointless ramblings of two college grads looking for jobs. No seriousness is involved!!!So, Paul and I are looking for jobs. Neither one of us has had much luck so far, so we've decided that looking for a real job would be hard, and therefore, we want to turn to illegal activities instead. So, we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112529738119787982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112529738119787982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-new-career-path-has-already-been.html' title='My new career path has already been crushed...damn...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-112507175254237445</id><published>2005-08-26T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T10:59:37.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing new, as usual</title><summary type='text'>So, I've been up for a couple hours, which for me, is a real achievement (it's almost 11, and I've been up since 8:30. No, I didn't have to be somewhere at 9, either!). I've been writing and re-writing my resume and it still looks like crap, so I'm going to go back to the drawing board at home. Maybe without high-speed internet I'll get more accomplished. Then I'm going to send it to my uncle to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112507175254237445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112507175254237445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/08/nothing-new-as-usual.html' title='Nothing new, as usual'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-112485918568192264</id><published>2005-08-23T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T23:53:05.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An update of sorts, ish, but not really...</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so I really am lacking in the posting department...but, I just don't have anything all that terribly exciting to say that can really be said via a blog, so I'll just give an update.I'm job-hunting. It's really pretty sucky, because I can't find anything that I even want to remotely apply for. I've been applying for a few things here and there, mostly banks, and keeping my options open. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112485918568192264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112485918568192264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/08/update-of-sorts-ish-but-not-really.html' title='An update of sorts, ish, but not really...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-112465866444595470</id><published>2005-08-21T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T16:11:04.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason Number 1 (and only, so far) that I can tolerate/maybe even like my sister's boyfriend...</title><summary type='text'>Only because I, erm, borrowed the Coldplay X&amp;Y CD from him. I have all intentions of getting my own copy, eventually, but as I just dropped twenty bucks on the 2003 Live Coldplay CD last week, I'm having a hard time getting myself to buy another CD, especially considering how I have no job (and my last paycheck, of a whopping 12 hours or so, should cover the cost of the bridesmaid dress. wait, no</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112465866444595470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112465866444595470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/08/reason-number-1-and-only-so-far-that-i.html' title='Reason Number 1 (and only, so far) that I can tolerate/maybe even like my sister&apos;s boyfriend...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-112425474065057152</id><published>2005-08-16T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T23:59:00.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Wisconsin, I love you (sometimes).</title><summary type='text'>So....Here I am, sitting on my front porch of MY house! So long, Ohio! I bid a not-so-fond farewell to Ohio this afternoon after much deliberation after inventory hell at 6:30 am (the inventory was not so bad, it was the getting up early that was so bad....5:20am!! TWO DAYS IN A ROW! WTF!!!)....Alas, the real world beckons, and resume writing starts, well, soon. Then job-hunting (and god help me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112425474065057152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112425474065057152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/08/dear-wisconsin-i-love-you-sometimes.html' title='Dear Wisconsin, I love you (sometimes).'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-112407581474929034</id><published>2005-08-14T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T22:16:54.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot me. Now. Part Two. Or ten. Or five million.</title><summary type='text'>So, I'm going to go insane. Yes, it's debatable about whether or not I've ever quite been sane, but I am definitely on the road to insanity. Agh! Okay. So, anyway.Life has been, well, interesting, to say the least. The month of August, while it has been short, has thusfar been, well, terrible. Minus a few exceptions, of course, ie, Big Bash. But that's about it, I guess.Tomorrow I have to get up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112407581474929034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112407581474929034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/08/shoot-me-now-part-two-or-ten-or-five.html' title='Shoot me. Now. Part Two. Or ten. Or five million.'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-112224535999653524</id><published>2005-07-24T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T17:49:20.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, okay, it's been a while...</title><summary type='text'>But life goes on, as much as it may pass slowly. Bah! I just got done with work, because I spent most of my day cleaning the store (thrillsville!). Not nearly as much fun as when Megan and I had to bleach the whole damn store (minus the trees because Jonathon and that Kid had to do that - bwahaha!), but nevertheless entertaining for the day. I guess. Which says a lot about my day, since we know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112224535999653524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112224535999653524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/07/okay-okay-its-been-while.html' title='Okay, okay, it&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-112123147081914163</id><published>2005-07-12T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T00:11:10.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmph. Vacations ought to pass slower....</title><summary type='text'>Well, sadly, my time at home is nearly at an end. *sniff*It hasn't been an exceptionally noteworthy time, though a few interesting moments, including ice cream birthday cake!!So, Andy took me to Olive Garden for my birthday lunch yesterday. All was good, eating salad, and then they bring another couple to sit at the table across from us. Which was fine, until I realized that every time I looked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112123147081914163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112123147081914163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/07/hmph-vacations-ought-to-pass-slower.html' title='Hmph. Vacations ought to pass slower....'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-112103221040916715</id><published>2005-07-10T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T16:50:10.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh give me a home...</title><summary type='text'>Well, here I am back in Milwaukee for a couple of days....phew! Much relief from that work thing. Not that work has been bad, but, it's been long. And Kelly went to New York on Wednesday, so it's just been me and Betsy, and I've been getting the morning shifts. Which, though the hours are nice, especially being done at a specific time, has been a drag. I hate getting up early, for instance :) The</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112103221040916715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112103221040916715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-give-me-home.html' title='Oh give me a home...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-112068350597151713</id><published>2005-07-06T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T15:58:25.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhh, what day is it??</title><summary type='text'>So, I'm now on day seven of my ten day stretch before my 4:30am train from Sandusky to Chicago (and hopefully I will make the 10:20 train to Milwaukee, otherwise Christiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnne, I'm calling you!). Well, I think it's day 7, is it Wednesday?? I mean, I think it's Wednesday, and I opened the store this morning, so I'm PRETTY sure it's Wednesday, but...I have had a messed up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112068350597151713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112068350597151713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/07/uhh-what-day-is-it.html' title='Uhh, what day is it??'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-112028334798753025</id><published>2005-07-02T00:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T00:49:08.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official. I'm a freak magnet.</title><summary type='text'>I think there must be a sign somewhere that I'm missing. I mean, seriously! It's like, a non-stop friggin train of freaks that seem to think that I want to hear their life story!!! It all started last May, when creepy stalker Phil and his friends wandered on to my floor in Gold dorms and then all the sudden BAM! Everywhere I went, there was Phil. I managed to get rid of him when Obnoxious PA Matt</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112028334798753025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/112028334798753025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-official-im-freak-magnet.html' title='It&apos;s official. I&apos;m a freak magnet.'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-111999234096051670</id><published>2005-06-28T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T15:59:37.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wtf, it's almost July.</title><summary type='text'>Ha, amusing. Oh, I want to go back home!!!! Well, I should be there in 1.5 weeks (another blasted trip to the train station at too-fucking-early in the AM, but minus Megan and Donna and Chrystina - and of course the scary little girl who ended up being the daughter of my psycho roommate's manager....), at least, for a few days (hooray).Life is going by at an amazingly fast pace (aka, much better </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/111999234096051670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/111999234096051670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/06/wtf-its-almost-july.html' title='Wtf, it&apos;s almost July.'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-111946955662213055</id><published>2005-06-22T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T14:45:56.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot me. Now.</title><summary type='text'>Arguh. So, it's June. It's mid-June, to be precise. I am going insannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnne! I have much more of a social life this year (yea Commons), but omg, if I work one more 60 hour week....Yeah, things are interesting. I'm getting way underpaid for all the babysitting I'm doing.  Can someone please explain to me the logic behind hiring 14-15-year olds?? I mean, kids these days! I have been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/111946955662213055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/111946955662213055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/06/shoot-me-now.html' title='Shoot me. Now.'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017290.post-111888722787048935</id><published>2005-06-15T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T21:00:27.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny haha, well, in a way, not really...</title><summary type='text'>So, two quasi-amusing things have happened. One is less funny (but will be funnier later, it's one of thsoe not funny now but will be funny later things), so I'll start with that. Today was my day off, which was very nice, even though I got home at 6:30 this morning after sleeping on half of a couch (my roommate Liz was sleeping on the other half) and then proceeded to sleep till 1 or so. Later, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/111888722787048935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017290/posts/default/111888722787048935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesontour.blogspot.com/2005/06/funny-haha-well-in-way-not-really.html' title='Funny haha, well, in a way, not really...'/><author><name>L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqBZ5CuNYg/To1Qye4SWrI/AAAAAAAAASI/AZhaEj7Zldk/s220/oboe.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
