<?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-9202515703700710007</id><updated>2011-12-11T08:16:17.184-08:00</updated><category term='screen'/><category term='booty'/><category term='blonde'/><category term='airhead'/><category term='cellphone'/><category term='lost'/><category term='observations'/><category term='funny'/><category term='perspective'/><category term='out of sight'/><category term='car stuck on front of truck'/><category term='saving on gas mileage'/><category term='I forgot'/><category term='graceful movement'/><category term='good'/><category term='hurry'/><category term='oops'/><category term='movement'/><category term='safety'/><category term='OMG Stop the truck'/><category term='blonde revenge'/><category term='rush'/><category term='blonde jokes'/><category term='forgetfulness'/><category term='brunettes'/><category term='animation'/><category term='funny story'/><category term='dumb blonde'/><category term='hot'/><category term='on my head'/><category term='hungry'/><category term='observation'/><title type='text'>Non-Blonde Moments</title><subtitle type='html'>This site is dedicated to those little moments that just seem magical, especially if you personally witness them; but otherwise, are supremely funny, interesting or just plain duhhh. They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery....so I suppose blondes should feel even more special.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202515703700710007/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonblondemoments.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308822378231771097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8qy4bqwM1o/SKxlTSsuajI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9f51FK6mPMw/S220/DSCF1018.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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title=''/><author><name>PicoChocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557296507306076314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202515703700710007.post-7477858695154395719</id><published>2010-03-23T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T08:49:18.609-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car stuck on front of truck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG Stop the truck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saving on gas mileage'/><title type='text'>Can this be real</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ATocBBd7ARs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202515703700710007/posts/default/7477858695154395719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202515703700710007/posts/default/7477858695154395719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonblondemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/can-this-be-real.html' title='Can this be real'/><author><name>PicoChocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557296507306076314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202515703700710007.post-1518981688119498608</id><published>2008-06-09T09:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T09:17:44.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;where am i....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So a friend of mine asked me to come watch his hockey game yesterday afternoon.  I didn't have anything else to do and it was free, so I was all over it.  BTW...it's a great way to keep cool in these here dog daze heading into summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I trek over to Southern Ice, grab my jacket (yes...it is rather cool in there) and head in.  Now my friend informed me his team was wearing black uniforms.  He's a goalie and padded from head to toe, so there just isn't much to recognize.  There are two rinks.  I looked in at the one on the left and there were kids on the ice, so I opted for rink #2.  Yep, there were guys in blue and white, and guys in black &amp;amp; gray.  This has to be it!  I settle in to watching.  Now granted, these rec teams are not the Nashvile Preds.  However, it really was good entertainment, and again...free.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Game over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wander out into the lobby to wait on my friend and take a peek back in at rink #1.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT????????  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There stands my friend in the goalie position with his name on the back of his uniform!!  I had watched the wrong game!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I did manage to catch 12 minutes of the last period of his game, and we did get a good laugh from my mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yep...the hair may be darker now, but the blonde runs through and through ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202515703700710007-1518981688119498608?l=nonblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1518981688119498608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202515703700710007&amp;postID=1518981688119498608' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202515703700710007/posts/default/1518981688119498608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202515703700710007/posts/default/1518981688119498608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonblondemoments.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308822378231771097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8qy4bqwM1o/SKxlTSsuajI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9f51FK6mPMw/S220/DSCF1018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202515703700710007.post-174921729476927474</id><published>2008-04-04T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:12:42.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde revenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brunettes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><title type='text'>Blonde's Revenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/884/522884_8a810c2816_m.jpeg" alt="dumb blondes"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="250"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;i&gt;The blondes of the world got together and have decided to take revenge on the brunettes: &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S BLACK AND BLUE AND BROWN AND LAYING IN A DITCH? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A brunette who's told too many blonde jokes. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU CALL GOING ON A BLIND DATE WITH A BRUNETTE? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brown-bagging it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE REAL REASON A BRUNETTE KEEPS HER FIGURE? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No one else wants it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY ARE SO MANY BLONDE JOKES ONE-LINERS? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So brunettes can remember them. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU CALL A BRUNETTE IN A ROOM FULL OF BLONDES? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Invisible. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S A BRUNETTE'S MATING CALL? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Has the blonde left yet? " &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DIDN'T INDIANS SCALP BRUNETTES? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The hair from a buffalo's butt was more manageable. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS THE BRUNETTE CONSIDERED AN EVIL COLOR? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When was the last time you saw a blonde witch? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO BRUNETTES MISS MOST ABOUT A GREAT PARTY? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The invitation &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU CALL A GOOD LOOKING MAN WITH A BRUNETTE? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A hostage &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO MAKES BRAS FOR BRUNETTES? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fisher-Price &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY ARE BRUNETTES SO PROUD OF THEIR HAIR? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It matches their mustache &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNOW WHO INVENTED BLONDE JOKES? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brunettes, they had nothing better to do on Friday or Saturday nights &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Revenge&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>PicoChocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557296507306076314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202515703700710007.post-4511460839430612379</id><published>2008-02-06T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T14:32:37.904-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screen'/><title type='text'>Good Tongue</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;hr width="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brackmedia.com/screenclean/"&gt;Want some tongue?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Good tongue&lt;/b&gt;....its an endangered species.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202515703700710007-4511460839430612379?l=nonblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4511460839430612379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202515703700710007&amp;postID=4511460839430612379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202515703700710007/posts/default/4511460839430612379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202515703700710007/posts/default/4511460839430612379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonblondemoments.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-tongue.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Good Tongue&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>PicoChocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557296507306076314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202515703700710007.post-8002639741632646660</id><published>2008-01-11T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:59:50.326-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hungry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I forgot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny story'/><title type='text'>Afternoon Delight</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bigfunkychicken.com/pctz/smellgoodcat.jpg" width="200" alt="great smelling dinner"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...picture being really busy all day and skipping lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Picture&lt;/b&gt; not enuf hours in the day.&lt;br /&gt;Come home, get dressed for gym and pack bag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Picture&lt;/b&gt; saving time doing two things at once.&lt;br /&gt;Chicken breasts in crockpot, cup of water, butter and onion flakes on high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Picture&lt;/b&gt; nice hard workout and the anticipation of the coming meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Picture not plugging in the crockpot??????&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bigfunkychicken.com/pctz/heatmiser.jpg" width="200" alt="Heat Miser, the Imperial"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202515703700710007-8002639741632646660?l=nonblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8002639741632646660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202515703700710007&amp;postID=8002639741632646660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202515703700710007/posts/default/8002639741632646660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202515703700710007/posts/default/8002639741632646660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonblondemoments.blogspot.com/2008/01/afternoon-delight.html' title='Afternoon Delight'/><author><name>PicoChocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557296507306076314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202515703700710007.post-4436224659859625701</id><published>2007-12-11T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T15:19:18.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>woopsie!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;so my daughter is talking with her friend after a final and says "I'm going to go sell my books back.  Do you think I should keep my math book?"  Her friend looks at her and says "I believe that you should since you borrowed it from me in the first place!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202515703700710007-4436224659859625701?l=nonblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4436224659859625701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202515703700710007&amp;postID=4436224659859625701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202515703700710007/posts/default/4436224659859625701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202515703700710007/posts/default/4436224659859625701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonblondemoments.blogspot.com/2007/12/woopsie.html' title='woopsie!!!'/><author><name>Bendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308822378231771097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8qy4bqwM1o/SKxlTSsuajI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9f51FK6mPMw/S220/DSCF1018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202515703700710007.post-2813224183030282115</id><published>2007-09-18T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T08:20:33.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Prefect!</title><content type='html'>&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.hollydurrart.com/large_hillbilly_gif/til_the_cows_come_home3.jpg" width="250"&gt; &lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever work on something so long that you are so sure you have got it perfect?&lt;br /&gt;That happened to me. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I had a document that I had spell checked and proofed till the cows came home.&lt;br /&gt;The document was quite nearly perfect...Only one typo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect was not so much perfection as it was spelled Prefect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I am selectively blonde, and sometimes I am truly blonde.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202515703700710007-2813224183030282115?l=nonblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2813224183030282115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202515703700710007&amp;postID=2813224183030282115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202515703700710007/posts/default/2813224183030282115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202515703700710007/posts/default/2813224183030282115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonblondemoments.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-prefect.html' title='Oh Prefect!'/><author><name>Linda Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652094318739493462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202515703700710007.post-6086237801037184707</id><published>2007-09-07T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T11:45:14.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red faced and busted.....</title><content type='html'>So we have begun interviewing for a rep position.  A possibility interviewed yesterday and was sitting with one of our seasoned reps to get a feel for the job.  This “wannabe” was male and nice looking.  Another rep returned from lunch and noted something different in the atmosphere.  She made a phone call to the seasoned rep and said “Who’s the hottie sitting by you?”  The seasoned rep replied with “Why don’t you ask him?  He’s monitoring this call.”   WHOOPS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202515703700710007-6086237801037184707?l=nonblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6086237801037184707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202515703700710007&amp;postID=6086237801037184707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202515703700710007/posts/default/6086237801037184707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202515703700710007/posts/default/6086237801037184707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonblondemoments.blogspot.com/2007/09/red-faced-and-busted.html' title='Red faced and busted.....'/><author><name>Bendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308822378231771097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8qy4bqwM1o/SKxlTSsuajI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9f51FK6mPMw/S220/DSCF1018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202515703700710007.post-5401985187041144030</id><published>2007-08-29T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T13:36:20.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cellphone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb blonde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='observation'/><title type='text'>Are You Psychic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kenlarson.net/large/blond001.jpg" alt="dumb blonde"&gt;&lt;hr width="200"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was in the airport this weekend. Airports are one of the top five places to watch people. Anyway this chic was on her phone talking all out loud about her personal business to some girl who couldn't have cared on the other end. She was completely shocked when I called her by name and ask private questions. Then she had the nerve to ask if I was psychic? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I could have been a serial killer. Sometimes I think people deserve what they get. Why would you have a private conversation in a crowded place; especially a &lt;b&gt;loud&lt;/b&gt; private converation. Not to mention the people who can't get off the phone to place their orders,  checkout groceries, while talking to someone else in person...how RUDE! The equally bad part is how "hot" she thought she was. Sorry honey, subzero!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202515703700710007-5401985187041144030?l=nonblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5401985187041144030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202515703700710007&amp;postID=5401985187041144030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202515703700710007/posts/default/5401985187041144030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202515703700710007/posts/default/5401985187041144030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonblondemoments.blogspot.com/2007/08/are-you-psychic.html' title='Are You Psychic?'/><author><name>PicoChocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557296507306076314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202515703700710007.post-5557796195431757930</id><published>2007-08-22T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T11:46:31.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of sight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgetfulness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='airhead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='observations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on my head'/><title type='text'>At The Top of The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.westieclubamerica.com/performance/spotlight/kuhlman/HarryInLexus.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't you hate it when somebody moves something that you specificly placed so you wouldn't be looking for it later. &lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how the senario goes: Who moved my sunglasses? Have you seen my sunglasses? They were right here! If I wanted them moved I would have moved them. What??? Hungh??? Oh, yeah, these. Who put those on my head without me knowing it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202515703700710007-5557796195431757930?l=nonblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5557796195431757930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202515703700710007&amp;postID=5557796195431757930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202515703700710007/posts/default/5557796195431757930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202515703700710007/posts/default/5557796195431757930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonblondemoments.blogspot.com/2007/08/at-top-of-world.html' title='&lt;center&gt;At The Top of The World&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>PicoChocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557296507306076314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202515703700710007.post-7260986818844890544</id><published>2007-08-17T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T07:38:13.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;out of the darkness.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend’s daughter was returning from her summer on the east coast.  The drive home took her through a tunnel in the mountains.  She grew concerned at the severe darkness.  Her lights were on.  What was the deal?  She was straining to see…leaning up over the wheel, squinting trying to pierce the darkness.  Upon her exit of the tunnel, a realization struck her…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE WAS WEARING HER DARK SUNGLASSES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202515703700710007-7260986818844890544?l=nonblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7260986818844890544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202515703700710007&amp;postID=7260986818844890544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202515703700710007/posts/default/7260986818844890544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202515703700710007/posts/default/7260986818844890544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonblondemoments.blogspot.com/2007/08/out-of-darkness.html' title=''/><author><name>Bendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308822378231771097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8qy4bqwM1o/SKxlTSsuajI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9f51FK6mPMw/S220/DSCF1018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202515703700710007.post-8589134018326162417</id><published>2007-08-16T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T09:04:46.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde Ambition</title><content type='html'>They say blondes have more fun. Nothing runs like a deer. How do I get blondeer? Hmmm, I meant blonder, if thats a word. What is this blog about and nobody is watching you laugh. Its ok...blondes do have more fun...in fact, they just have more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202515703700710007-8589134018326162417?l=nonblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8589134018326162417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202515703700710007&amp;postID=8589134018326162417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202515703700710007/posts/default/8589134018326162417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202515703700710007/posts/default/8589134018326162417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonblondemoments.blogspot.com/2007/08/blonde-ambition.html' title='Blonde Ambition'/><author><name>The Non Blonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541056738646200551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
