<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-5888186306392290435</id><updated>2024-10-24T13:46:43.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward Sleep Ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>asr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177462703883964436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888186306392290435.post-8580471747742818770</id><published>2010-05-17T12:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T12:39:41.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&quot;Put the protective helmet on the snake, it&#39;s feeding time,&quot; said by my girlfriend at 2am.&lt;br&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8580471747742818770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/05/put-protective-helmet-on-snake-its.html#comment-form' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/8580471747742818770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/8580471747742818770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/05/put-protective-helmet-on-snake-its.html' title=''/><author><name>asr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177462703883964436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888186306392290435.post-4061435113761794032</id><published>2010-04-28T11:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T11:59:29.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Supposedly, one night I sat bolt upright in bed and started rubbing my ex&#39;s foot.&lt;br /&gt;She woke up, and questioned me. I said, &quot;Those with the biggest feet, get the most to eat&quot;, gave her a kiss on the forehead, and passed back out.&lt;br&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4061435113761794032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/04/supposedly-one-night-i-sat-bolt-upright.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/4061435113761794032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/4061435113761794032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/04/supposedly-one-night-i-sat-bolt-upright.html' title=''/><author><name>asr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177462703883964436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888186306392290435.post-2554822476081845865</id><published>2010-04-27T09:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T09:56:22.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My wife told me that I once sat up, looked around the room, turned around, got on all fours and shouted, &quot;IT&#39;S NOT ALLOWED TO SNOW IN HERE!&quot;&lt;br&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2554822476081845865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-wife-told-me-that-i-once-sat-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/2554822476081845865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/2554822476081845865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-wife-told-me-that-i-once-sat-up.html' title=''/><author><name>asr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177462703883964436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888186306392290435.post-1753695384648091494</id><published>2010-04-26T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T23:22:13.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Time Favorite Sleep Rambling!</title><content type='html'>My husband and I have been married for 4 years now and he has always said the most random things, but one stands out the most. One night I was still up reading and he was asleep. All of a sudden he kind of sat up and asked me &quot;Do you hear that?&quot; I asked him what he was talking about and he said that he heard a strange noise. I asked him what it sounded like and he said &quot;It sounded like a unicorn getting scooped out of a birthday cake.....??&quot; I still wonder what that sounds like.&lt;br&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1753695384648091494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-time-favorite-sleep-rambling.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/1753695384648091494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/1753695384648091494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-time-favorite-sleep-rambling.html' title='All Time Favorite Sleep Rambling!'/><author><name>asr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177462703883964436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888186306392290435.post-4171728004841561675</id><published>2010-04-13T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T10:51:00.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My sister, who worked at Wendy&#39;s at the time, was sleeping during an early morning class. In the middle of the lesson she sat straight up and yelled, &quot;Please don&#39;t put me on front register.&quot; Then she laid back down on her desk and continued sleeping.&lt;br&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4171728004841561675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-sister-who-worked-at-wendys-at-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/4171728004841561675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/4171728004841561675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-sister-who-worked-at-wendys-at-time.html' title=''/><author><name>asr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177462703883964436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888186306392290435.post-4158572471269958543</id><published>2010-04-08T14:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T14:29:22.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so this was when I was at my sister&#39;s apartment...I was sleeping on the couch when suddenly I raised up and whispered(My mother heard) &quot;Put the Banana on hold...the Raspberries are talking to me again.  Their saying...Bowchikawow...wheeeeee~&quot; Then I plopped back down.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A couple hours later, I raised up again...this time my father heard me...and I screamed &quot;THE BACON CHEESE CHEESE BACON IS BACON DA BOOBLE DEEEEEE!  SAVE THE CHILDREN! WE NEED THE BLUE WHALE KITTEENS!!! AAAAAHHHH!!!&quot; Then once again I plopped back down, then for some reason my father said a few minutes later after that...I kicked the covers off and started grumbling...&quot;The Pizza just laughed at me...&quot;&lt;br&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4158572471269958543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/04/okay-so-this-was-when-i-was-at-my.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/4158572471269958543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/4158572471269958543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/04/okay-so-this-was-when-i-was-at-my.html' title=''/><author><name>asr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177462703883964436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888186306392290435.post-8928664039780577230</id><published>2010-04-03T21:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T21:28:22.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&quot;Did you pick the monkeys up from soccer practice?  They aren&#39;t in the minivan.&quot;&lt;br&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8928664039780577230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/04/did-you-pick-monkeys-up-from-soccer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/8928664039780577230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/8928664039780577230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/04/did-you-pick-monkeys-up-from-soccer.html' title=''/><author><name>asr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177462703883964436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888186306392290435.post-7336768439988576596</id><published>2010-04-03T21:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T21:27:57.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>According to my mother, she was trying to wake me up and I shouted, &quot;No! Run for your lives! the Cheezels are coming, THE CHEEZELS ARE COMING!&quot; I wish I could remember this dream. &lt;br&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7336768439988576596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/04/according-to-my-mother-she-was-trying.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/7336768439988576596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/7336768439988576596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/04/according-to-my-mother-she-was-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>asr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177462703883964436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888186306392290435.post-1291076933565844813</id><published>2010-03-31T11:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:15:40.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My husband: &quot;Imagine dicks.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &quot;Uh... what?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;My husband: &quot;Imagine dicklets all over the floor!&quot;&lt;br&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1291076933565844813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-husband-imagine-dicks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/1291076933565844813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/1291076933565844813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-husband-imagine-dicks.html' title=''/><author><name>asr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177462703883964436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888186306392290435.post-6402959202146054047</id><published>2010-03-30T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T10:03:03.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&quot;Papercut the mosquito! PAPERCUT THE MOSQUITO!&quot;&lt;br&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6402959202146054047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/papercut-mosquito-papercut-mosquito.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/6402959202146054047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/6402959202146054047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/papercut-mosquito-papercut-mosquito.html' title=''/><author><name>asr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177462703883964436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888186306392290435.post-8496995264778833094</id><published>2010-03-29T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T15:27:05.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&quot;DON&#39;T YOU FROST THAT PIE!&quot;&lt;br&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8496995264778833094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-you-frost-that-pie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/8496995264778833094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/8496995264778833094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-you-frost-that-pie.html' title=''/><author><name>asr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177462703883964436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888186306392290435.post-6823127432509322909</id><published>2010-03-29T15:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T15:26:19.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&quot;That&#39;s my butthole.&quot;&lt;br&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6823127432509322909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/thats-my-butthole.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/6823127432509322909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/6823127432509322909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/thats-my-butthole.html' title=''/><author><name>asr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177462703883964436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888186306392290435.post-3205817738950595804</id><published>2010-03-27T12:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T12:39:26.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After visiting a pet store and seeing a $4000 dollar monkey in an adorable dress, I teased my husband that either we could buy the new car we really needed or that monkey.  He was not amused but that night in his sleep he said, &quot;Yes Cathy, you can buy the monkey.&quot;  That was 20 years ago and we still laugh about it to this day!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3205817738950595804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/after-visiting-pet-store-and-seeing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/3205817738950595804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/3205817738950595804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/after-visiting-pet-store-and-seeing.html' title=''/><author><name>asr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177462703883964436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888186306392290435.post-8713728259270379528</id><published>2010-03-27T12:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T12:38:47.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&quot;The blanket is bleeding....&quot; &lt;br&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8713728259270379528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/blanket-is-bleeding.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/8713728259270379528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/8713728259270379528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/blanket-is-bleeding.html' title=''/><author><name>asr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177462703883964436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888186306392290435.post-7946876692965442183</id><published>2010-03-25T14:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T14:50:54.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&quot;Dad, wake me up after the button...&quot;&lt;br&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7946876692965442183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/dad-wake-me-up-after-button.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/7946876692965442183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/7946876692965442183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/dad-wake-me-up-after-button.html' title=''/><author><name>asr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177462703883964436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888186306392290435.post-332675092870937239</id><published>2010-03-24T18:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T18:47:51.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friend&#39;s sister went into my friend&#39;s room to get something while she was sleeping, then Kirstie (my friend) sat up and said &quot;Take the baby and kick it to its mother&quot;. Then she laid back down and carried on sleeping. Haha!&lt;br&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/332675092870937239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-friends-sister-went-into-my-friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/332675092870937239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/332675092870937239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-friends-sister-went-into-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>asr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177462703883964436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888186306392290435.post-8826819796674070881</id><published>2010-03-24T00:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T00:56:49.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My cousin was asleep and I was playing PS2. Then he quietly said &quot;meow...&quot;&lt;br&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8826819796674070881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-cousin-was-asleep-and-i-was-playing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/8826819796674070881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/8826819796674070881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-cousin-was-asleep-and-i-was-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>asr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177462703883964436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888186306392290435.post-8985696540198677089</id><published>2010-03-23T09:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T17:24:01.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me: &quot;Hey, are you awake?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: &quot;GET THAT LAWN MOWER OFF OF MY CEILING!&quot;&lt;br&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8985696540198677089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/me-hey-are-you-awake-friend-get-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/8985696540198677089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/8985696540198677089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/me-hey-are-you-awake-friend-get-that.html' title=''/><author><name>asr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177462703883964436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888186306392290435.post-1227472143535493604</id><published>2010-03-23T09:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T09:39:13.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&quot;GET IN THE GRASS! GET IN THE GRASS!&quot;&lt;br&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1227472143535493604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/get-in-grass-get-in-grass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/1227472143535493604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/1227472143535493604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/get-in-grass-get-in-grass.html' title=''/><author><name>asr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177462703883964436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888186306392290435.post-1454865198996827041</id><published>2010-03-22T12:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T12:29:36.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&quot;But if the whale sat on WWII, Missouri would be gone!&quot;&lt;br&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1454865198996827041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/but-if-whale-sat-on-wwii-missouri-would.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/1454865198996827041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/1454865198996827041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/but-if-whale-sat-on-wwii-missouri-would.html' title=''/><author><name>asr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177462703883964436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888186306392290435.post-7602818547593843403</id><published>2010-03-22T10:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T10:34:13.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The doorbell rings at like 9 o&#39;clock and my brother says &quot;I sense a disturbance in the force.&quot; He says he has no recollection of that event and I will never let it down.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7602818547593843403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/doorbell-rings-at-like-9-oclock-and-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/7602818547593843403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/7602818547593843403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/doorbell-rings-at-like-9-oclock-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>asr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177462703883964436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888186306392290435.post-6139685563615497569</id><published>2010-03-21T13:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T13:58:14.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&quot;The Skechers saved me... My sneakers saved my ass goddammit leave me alone.&quot;&lt;br&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6139685563615497569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/skechers-saved-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/6139685563615497569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/6139685563615497569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/skechers-saved-me.html' title=''/><author><name>asr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177462703883964436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888186306392290435.post-5281480603251657618</id><published>2010-03-21T01:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T01:21:15.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once when I was in the hospital they had me on some meds.  My dad told me I was completely asleep, and just sat straight up and said &quot;Turn right on orange&quot; and then laid back down. He was so confused.&lt;br&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5281480603251657618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/once-when-i-was-in-hospital-they-had-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/5281480603251657618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/5281480603251657618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/once-when-i-was-in-hospital-they-had-me.html' title=''/><author><name>asr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177462703883964436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888186306392290435.post-5212508467557794059</id><published>2010-03-20T07:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T07:55:52.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My husband tried to wake me up one morning and I told him, &quot;Just let me finish this level first.&quot;&lt;br&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5212508467557794059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-husband-tried-to-wake-me-up-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/5212508467557794059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/5212508467557794059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-husband-tried-to-wake-me-up-one.html' title=''/><author><name>asr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177462703883964436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888186306392290435.post-4462306900549488122</id><published>2010-03-20T07:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T07:54:11.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&quot;But muffins don&#39;t DO that....&quot;&lt;br&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4462306900549488122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/but-muffins-dont-do-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/4462306900549488122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5888186306392290435/posts/default/4462306900549488122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardsleepramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/but-muffins-dont-do-that.html' title=''/><author><name>asr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177462703883964436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>