<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="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" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065995390975352049</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 07 Oct 2024 06:23:10 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>kids</category><category>embarrassing moments</category><category>moms</category><category>boss</category><category>travel</category><category>dating</category><category>middle-aged women</category><category>siblings</category><category>Catholic</category><category>college</category><category>college 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zones</category><category>tombstones</category><category>traffic ticket</category><category>twisted</category><category>uber-wealthy</category><category>walking</category><category>wallflowers</category><category>wedding</category><category>wine</category><category>wit</category><category>work</category><category>yoda</category><category>zen</category><title>The Lost and Profound</title><description></description><link>http://thelostandprofound.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Pam and Ann)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065995390975352049.post-1706382902981185586</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Aug 2007 13:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-30T14:44:47.148-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">male pride</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">shopping</category><title>Making Scents Of Men</title><atom:summary type="text">Ann: What’d you do today?Pam: Besides the usual you mean? I went to the mall and I popped into the candle shop. I was looking for that candle with the shore breeze scent you love so much but they were out until next summer. The fall scents are in already. They have pumpkin spice candles now.Ann: I can’t walk past a candle shop. I just have to go in and smell all the new scents for the season.Pam:</atom:summary><link>http://thelostandprofound.blogspot.com/2007/08/making-scents-of-men.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pam and Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiFW3m6KSIFh5k5umigNLLN8YZMITuNxOQnffyHSpm2zokyb6LgVdS-cYlSeiCs-8nEF41Ff5uT8B_1nGqpUDjMV2rGT1Bhw_pVlBsRReePypu6fVaXqPUfEWzvqf1WIAp7u6P-IXkY9o/s72-c/candle_shop_50.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065995390975352049.post-1066508186818860488</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Aug 2007 20:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-23T16:47:05.246-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">gas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nuns</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stealing</category><title>Tanks For Nothing!</title><atom:summary type="text">Ann: You wouldn’t believe what happened to me up here bringing Hannah to school.Pam: Is everything’s okay?Ann: Yeah, I’m just about $48.00 lighter than I was last night.Pam: You were mugged!?Ann: In a manner of speaking. Someone stole the gasoline from my rent car while I was parked overnight in the hotel across from campus.Pam: Wow! I haven’t thought about that in a long time.Ann: You’ve heard </atom:summary><link>http://thelostandprofound.blogspot.com/2007/08/tanks-for-nothing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pam and Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4oQ_myA7sOwBGsajcVeeYKf24ijjN5Yv7F7GtI2242wsfW4cVzY78vwfzlc-mtePHgQjlD5Y_OGIW4ZEle2_Jx-p1no56cJGLnrjsNq9L9sW82CPhnOWgQ8hWncFdoaIydYbNdLj-zhY/s72-c/Siphoning_Gas_C_90.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065995390975352049.post-1976626518100535177</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Aug 2007 02:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-23T05:01:54.877-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">birds</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cell phones</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relaxation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">technology</category><title>For The Love Of Technology</title><atom:summary type="text">Pam: My boss Archie changes cell phones like I change earrings. He just got the latest and greatest. The leather case I ordered for his last phone hasn’t even arrived yet!Ann: He loves technology! Most men do.Pam: It’s strange. It’s always been sort of a running joke that men won’t ask directions. And it’s true. So now all these men, who for their entire lives have claimed to have a remarkable </atom:summary><link>http://thelostandprofound.blogspot.com/2007/08/technology.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pam and Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEjDFdnvTffcTIzrJudynKF4xPcsAqOj9w2aaH_m1ieTF5B08o9t4ykDFgnUO7IU1U89RGLxG7Qu5gJSAYtXCqTogOOFs5rKPu5MplWImFCxlbTeimuoqwnoh6Tm1wOBL1EhRfhkHem9A/s72-c/Cell+Phones_60_Transparent.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065995390975352049.post-4653080671409700827</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Aug 2007 03:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-19T23:18:50.009-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">attire</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">travel</category><title>The Right Tool For The Job</title><atom:summary type="text">Ann: I’m running out of time! Hannah and I head north to take her to school tomorrow. Of course she’s packing all her own stuff and the stuff for her dorm room. But I need to get myself packed for the trip.Pam: That shouldn’t be too tough. The weather’s pretty predictable and it should be all casual right?Ann: Yeah, but with everything I have left to tie up for work, I’m going to end up just </atom:summary><link>http://thelostandprofound.blogspot.com/2007/08/right-tool-for-job.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pam and Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4u38Q2s4WJH2LLDGjt72e9RWNKifqS1Nk2v1H3OnNMOeA1urMS9Sf5STF3Sy25yWDyvcBtLbpr2KV6tZI9cgVDYeJL5NAewv2mJ4nbkUhAkUlKMRziHtcaeFavgdTgXzuDnY47EWdzD0/s72-c/Folded_Laundry_Transparent.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065995390975352049.post-8945629580020524611</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Aug 2007 04:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-18T01:46:10.490-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pets</category><title>KO&#39;ed By The Champ</title><atom:summary type="text">Ann: So how are things at your house?Pam: You wouldn’t believe it. I just got back from the doggy hospital.Ann: Oh no! What happened?Pam: We took Misfit and Champ with us when we went to see our friends who live out in the country. We figured they’d love the chance to run free in those huge fields for a while.Ann: Champ I understand. A big German Shepherd can cross an acre in no time flat. But </atom:summary><link>http://thelostandprofound.blogspot.com/2007/08/koed-by-champ.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pam and Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3I_ekEkQW_YAsyoryzkWAXa6IrXAhkO6eRTUKXZdR72eHFNtkHYPZDwZTgsdKoKD_r-aLFNcwUojSv7Ldbd_PIzdHfwY4Yl53Jc1mrfJdmf4Ii8f47TusbTD7sAdy6ncuoLA7VKn3P3Q/s72-c/German_Shep_and_Chihuahua_75_Lost_and_Profound.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065995390975352049.post-3852505141971809</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Aug 2007 14:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-15T22:45:54.200-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">babysitting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">grandparents</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">moms</category><title>Not The Mama</title><atom:summary type="text">Pam: I’m always telling you unflattering stories about my boss Archie so I thought I’d tell you a different kind.Ann: You mean he did something right?Pam: Sort of…he was telling me today this past weekend he took on two full days of babysitting for his two grandsons.Ann: Really? Overnight?Pam: Yep.Ann: That’s quite a job! How old are they now?Pam: I think they’re going into first and third grade.</atom:summary><link>http://thelostandprofound.blogspot.com/2007/08/not-mama.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pam and Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja8VXy0tT0qO8IfQnFI84A1NN3Q2co5H-P7pwNGVPGBJ1UBZonw2AEf9UQroV4FDeFU29iRqt6zsUNSNbt0fIXlZUymHCDfUeIJ7PDatN9enLwW0H_f79VkRkaVMCP_-CRh1l9_pZjkY0/s72-c/Grandfather_boy.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065995390975352049.post-8841035820362869905</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Aug 2007 04:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-15T01:11:54.559-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">contest</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">embarrassing moments</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">radio</category><title>Radio Days</title><atom:summary type="text">Pam: I think I should just give in and buy myself a dunce cap. I did it again today.Ann: Oh come on…you’re a smart lady. It can’t be that bad. What’d you do now?Pam: Now? See what I mean! Not just “What’d you do?” but “What’d you do NOW!”Ann: Sorry. I meant to say, “What’d you do on this, your ever so rare occasion of less than brilliance?”Pam: That’s better! I was home working on my laptop and </atom:summary><link>http://thelostandprofound.blogspot.com/2007/08/radio-days.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pam and Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNROTaY4JuaE9_vl9KRI-94zfaUJKviatw03pTgqog5dElsuoJ8eMjubnT2-MTCD46XHVcHvu6W_vjCk14LCaYzGxtf_-MWS3MeSiMdvB2Uu45CueUyfOWdL6SaVAQrKTjqifr1pKwTkc/s72-c/Dunce+Cap_65.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065995390975352049.post-2016322482736884850</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2007 05:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-13T11:34:29.477-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">road trip</category><title>Road Trip</title><atom:summary type="text">Ann: How was your road trip? It was a long one, right?Pam: Not too bad. Bret drove the whole way and it didn’t make me too nuts. You know he drives like a ninety-year-old man.Ann: Yeah, you’ve told me Bret’s ‘Mr. Where’s-the-fire?’ I know if you guys are in a hurry or running late you&#39;ll always drive. It’s pretty funny. Usually it’s the man who drives faster.Pam: He drives just like his dad used </atom:summary><link>http://thelostandprofound.blogspot.com/2007/08/road-trip.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pam and Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbLcllMLkuS-L4S9y5sHgTzW4JiU7hyC3ktL4vXkMBqC4M5qRKtMiplj-wpA5tCThE778KLZywh7lthu17Aynjd7Xc5p1qFaX2PEv-dMG4SzNj_ZWGEjzJvdGWmeS76poZSRHxTHFKDKQ/s72-c/Road+Trip_65_Transparent.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065995390975352049.post-1297522584477454257</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jul 2007 22:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-24T17:36:10.003-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cruise</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">middle-aged women</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">travel</category><title>Cruise Where?</title><atom:summary type="text">Pam: I know I’m getting older just looking at my mail. Lately I’m consistently getting these clothes catalogs aimed at a woman ‘of a certain age’.Ann: I know the ones you mean. Half of it’s filled with what they call ‘cruise-wear’ which is catalog code for two-piece, elastic-waisted, old lady jogging suits.Pam: Old ladies jog?Ann: They don’t jog in them! They sit around the retirement home in </atom:summary><link>http://thelostandprofound.blogspot.com/2007/07/cruise-where.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pam and Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhspPLkBSIkvi_5QXu_cuhBKOlSEsgs1Gu9vivoqVsLeGn3-b6YtQnRlGiz_U1zjHChVurUglheFl91CszQXI7AOyZaNAcs8sEYyTtp0dpgPY3rEirfXsrVBbD2ky0flhcz39PxDnbi38E/s72-c/catalogs_55.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065995390975352049.post-8574225112433035275</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jul 2007 00:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-24T17:39:17.379-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">art</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">boss</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clients</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Museum</category><title>Is It Art In Here Or Is It Just Me?</title><atom:summary type="text">Pam: Archie’s done it again. He makes me nuts!Ann: What’d your boss do now?Pam: We have a very important client. She’s a nice, independently wealthy woman who offered to give us a personal tour of a private museum she’d established. I didn’t want to appear entirely ignorant so, since Archie had been there before, I asked him what kind of museum it was.Ann: Let me guess… he didn’t even know.Pam: </atom:summary><link>http://thelostandprofound.blogspot.com/2007/07/is-it-art-in-here-or-is-it-just-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pam and Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA1ivFqjZ96nYjse2T81KqxZ3iKdbh4Bywdz2FCzPAyrj9mE63NcY0MPSKwFzQKLTsy0zvgm51IY5CiihSssoI9DgwscY0HiDCMmkGo_icPX3GIR8iF8Xa8t4foi055vi_IkkOB0V_hDg/s72-c/boss_Cropped_60.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065995390975352049.post-7485596107297057323</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jul 2007 03:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-07T23:51:30.805-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">husbands</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">luck</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marriage</category><title>Married To The Mob?</title><atom:summary type="text">Pam: Today’s July 7, 2007…seven, seven, seven. It’s a lucky day. I heard that a bunch more people than usual are getting married today because they say it’s the luckiest day of the century.Ann: Hey, some people wouldn’t consider getting married as lucky!Pam: Yeah, it takes skill.Ann: That’s not what I meant.Pam: Cynic! Did I ever tell you that I’m legally married to a man I’ve never met?Ann: You </atom:summary><link>http://thelostandprofound.blogspot.com/2007/07/married-to-mob.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pam and Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiiCUsd3RQLd4gOgK17-Vh7-2C-4Jpzj99hKGWHMzoF91xPMJptUsZzr3Oq6inZYgaaC2yE3cxXW2F069ZgoP6l9-kxma3jZmJr0V906D28ZW9BdIom-0_HaZNg3VEmoHW8HfWXYQbwM4/s72-c/777.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065995390975352049.post-5265411664353066149</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jul 2007 19:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-02T21:38:08.288-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">boss</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">common sense</category><title>Obvious Or Oblivious</title><atom:summary type="text">Ann: Yesterday, I spent my usual Sunday afternoon strolling through the bookstore. I ran across a book that I know was intended to be helpful in teaching us worker bees how to get a grip on our financial lives.Pam: Did you buy it?Ann: No. I read the begininning of the first chapter which listed three secrets to increasing wealth. The first one was… I’m not making this up… ‘Earn more than you </atom:summary><link>http://thelostandprofound.blogspot.com/2007/07/obvious-or-oblivious.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pam and Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi65rsD2edo4FbekZMQ6hHoC7uzDCJjzk9Fz4ViM1rZsllosjriMMt4NjQAQ1kRsVC5R7dUV2S4cjQSCZ2jO76msZ99dkaaMpJT2I4V4mrwK9j-VvubB2Gj9qXgqq_HlNfTLRJ3SATlgf0/s72-c/Shopping+for+Shoes_50_Transparent.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065995390975352049.post-2085969147126092896</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jul 2007 00:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-30T21:55:57.087-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chihuaha</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">embarrassing moments</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pets</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">work</category><title>Pet Therapy</title><atom:summary type="text">Ann: I was just watching reruns of “Frasier”. The dad’s dog, Eddie, had a little friend, a pigeon who would come and sit on the balcony. It made me think of you and the menagerie of animals you used to have at your house. Didn’t Kate’s dog, Misfit, have a pet?Pam: Don’t remind me! Yeah…our dog had a pet. It was actually a compromise. Kate kept insisting Misfit was lonely and needed a ‘wife’. We </atom:summary><link>http://thelostandprofound.blogspot.com/2007/06/pet-therapy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pam and Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxXcRQZMY8lfMdZ-DPmo6oyC_u3Vigej8q6PfrZeMahGNGvDwsMilKkqP5AezBwFV8tw_yz3rkByWhLRo2b3bkSydzEsEo_qLomMGOXA7EVb2PhQ4k9A16A9M7LYB2mqMpVtnSOeTe10c/s72-c/Misfit+and+Fred.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065995390975352049.post-4073216553724024552</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Jun 2007 03:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-29T22:49:45.804-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Alamo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Carlsbad Caverns</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mayan Ruins</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stupid Questions</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">travel</category><title>You Can&#39;t Fix Stupid</title><atom:summary type="text">Ann: I’ve had it with stupid people! My internet was out all morning and I called the customer service line. It said, “If your high speed internet is down, press one.” So I did and the recording I got said that the wait time was currently 48 minutes and that for faster service I should visit their web page.Pam: That’s like that special address the government has where people can write if they </atom:summary><link>http://thelostandprofound.blogspot.com/2007/06/dumb-and-dumber.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pam and Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq78-koMuE4JPAlAKM13iw1-ConPsDlKRXkkZdpbxXNioNrIoLCAKxzDViqIBFstTMXJaFQuKbbqM7D1rAlq-MbP6d_MWOEQsMMSbaqaLsAkzoCwJI29x6SdsvAl7dEVuFyMn7hK7sNuM/s72-c/Red+Phone_45_Transparent.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065995390975352049.post-8333325806454144277</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Jun 2007 02:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-29T23:55:23.298-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">breaking up</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dating</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dumped</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationships</category><title>Hit The Road Jack</title><atom:summary type="text">Pam: Archie had another ugly break up last night. In case you were wondering, dining in a high-end restaurant does not prevent a woman from making a scene. He came into the office all sullen because his now-ex has taken a hostage--the claim ticket for his good watch.Ann: How did she get that?Pam: She had it ‘cause she has a jeweler friend and took Archie’s prized family heirloom watch in to have </atom:summary><link>http://thelostandprofound.blogspot.com/2007/06/hit-road-jack.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pam and Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9F8alcFWCFvbe6_hrTuc3q0ES1JOR0rLltqV0ShvXEJhNoNk8_kgVOl1j_0krPQuOb5ODsFA5bhaypImt3pIewedI1WaQtkCmUC_Aaxp4mCzJ146rEVUMuVFK0PbDJIyf3C-7xSz-LR4/s72-c/Angry+Blond+Woman_Transparent.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065995390975352049.post-7846940158499558692</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2007 01:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-27T21:21:44.453-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cougars</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dating</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">embarrassing moments</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">middle-aged women</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Reagan</category><title>Where Were You When...</title><atom:summary type="text">Ann: I can’t believe my boss is dating a man more than half her age! Talk about a boy toy.Pam: She’s rich. She can afford him. But you’re one to talk, Mrs. Robinson!Ann: What are you talking about? Joe’s older than I am.Pam: I was referring to your dating past. Remember when you met that guy and hit it off. Then he asked you out? You said you could tell he was younger than you but you couldn’t </atom:summary><link>http://thelostandprofound.blogspot.com/2007/06/where-were-you-when.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pam and Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwEnuCmdsjpLnWq0AByD7BtbalLrJxW0iOTuI2GtpfjpkVmGwsMBFVvCBwfYj6fnGyNA_gPYZUGGcvmGL40HmJGuGMtRuIH252TsmDYs5dp3FTLKdMZLE6cpNflifymPZsDiKAA5LQans/s72-c/fabio_40.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065995390975352049.post-3622758123768445236</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Jun 2007 22:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-13T09:08:19.574-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">moms</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">money</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pets</category><title>A Foolish Mom And Her Money</title><atom:summary type="text">Ann: My house looks like it’s in a horror movie. There are literally thousands of furry caterpillars covering the entire outside.Pam: Is that from the webworms we saw a couple weeks ago that were all over that huge tree out front?Ann: Yeah, it’s pretty creepy. I wish I could at least charge them rent.Pam: Better yet, gather them up and sell ‘em.Ann: Who on earth would pay for caterpillars?Pam: Oh</atom:summary><link>http://thelostandprofound.blogspot.com/2007/06/foolish-mom-and-her-money.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pam and Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKfCvNojVnuUJYdhlS-XtAXegyUBNI01meICljU-9AvU1pUv4HDn-t_viZmrB60BubXGb894EZBzJmTOWMaDI4ArodhNBMD4_HAU4jVCJyDrAIVWFZy3kghkuRXANXzoG3lQKk-dEApXA/s72-c/Caterpillar+and+hookah_35.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065995390975352049.post-4320162042689210371</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Jun 2007 02:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-26T08:01:34.271-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">communication</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">embarrassing moments</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ESL</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">language</category><title>English As A Second Language</title><atom:summary type="text">Ann: Isn’t it funny how some verbs just go with certain phrases? Like why do we say he ‘sports’ a mustache?Pam: I’m not sure. I always thought the phrase ‘ekes out’ a living was sort of weird. Do we eke out anything else?Ann: I don’t know. Good question. Then there are those phrases that are so obvious we don’t even have to finish them…Like ‘she’s expecting’ or ‘they’re engaged’. We don’t even </atom:summary><link>http://thelostandprofound.blogspot.com/2007/06/english-as-second-language.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pam and Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXlStHUmKh94sUm8QZOmBzG1z_uNsbFMAYtOAemrG4ZtJ8A0lgEQMziLsSDxzJPZQRZHEvWRroXgk5-xaVS_N5jGLwsJMalxI54kt9JA67ivo9XH12Vw6qxNPa7mQrBsC3L4Y4YevZYk8/s72-c/Big+moustache.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065995390975352049.post-4794355890455456825</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Jun 2007 18:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-26T10:46:12.780-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Catholic</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">communication</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">embarrassing moments</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nuns</category><title>One Night Wonder</title><atom:summary type="text">Ann: I overheard part of a conversation that, as it turns out, I totally misunderstood. I heard my sister tell her husband that their neighbor was “expecting it in August”. I thought she was pregnant but it turns out she just ordered new patio furniture. Thank goodness I didn’t say anything to the neighbor before my sister straightened me out.Pam: Yeah, you have to be careful about that. But </atom:summary><link>http://thelostandprofound.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-night-wonder.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pam and Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0V7kUkW-NMNaLr-2-MbrrXIRDMZFTjd4Bc2sZFRAKZVDuuzTTWm9bGsKb1rNW16b9eeD0EsP7oeVCcwyvvEtXf5z5m4wc2uLb-H0gVPuBZz0BHuTkI3WCo5wEkvkBmxS5ss6V3jdvVg4/s72-c/Embarrassed+woman_35_Transparent.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065995390975352049.post-8554271186112069960</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Jun 2007 18:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-22T15:02:49.081-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">annoying situations</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lazy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">neighbors</category><title>Failure To Launch</title><atom:summary type="text">Ann: My neighbor’s son, Jed is making me nuts. Ever since he moved back home to live with his parents he keeps waking me up with his loud music and revving that obnoxious car engine at night.Pam: Sounds like they have a failure to launch  situation. Did you speak to him?Ann: No. But I saw Barb the other day and I chatted with her. She was mowing the yard using an old fashioned rotor blade push </atom:summary><link>http://thelostandprofound.blogspot.com/2007/06/failure-to-launch.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pam and Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0IOQkj_8uTy6Jhn5W75K5IodOLUQxrbefHcUzn8UC69qYv3c-Fov556ivwJFzUQGSE7Syl5DUVZaEGx9nWMT6kE2sTptujUbQzuM_xiQASzVdGmuqnlXW-9F2t7b2GA63Na_FYKSBmNc/s72-c/Blaring+Loudspeaker_80_Transparent.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065995390975352049.post-3303867845464648255</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Jun 2007 03:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-22T15:08:24.695-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">good old days</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">siblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">TV</category><title>Those Were The Days</title><atom:summary type="text">Pam: This morning I saw a young mom and her toddler picking out DVD’s to add to their collection. It’s all too easy now. I think it’s kind of sad that kids can see their favorite show anytime they want.Ann: I don’t know. At times, video tapes were a life saver for me when my kids were little. How do you see it as sad?Pam: Don’t you remember what a big deal it was when Charlie Brown or The Wizard </atom:summary><link>http://thelostandprofound.blogspot.com/2007/06/those-were-days.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pam and Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk4YuyPV8ExjAwNJYFVH5haJKLSBSxvP7NEG-gFz3j-YmUWrInvQIwrl2j3BCty9PrZJ485HZsjBPpXS4_rN4-8L3BB8jd3eL-hzSbiPjne-Ai24qkmuOij8lIi3HL51dPqgQQHmkcwTo/s72-c/Wizard+of+Oz_70_Transparent.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065995390975352049.post-2151400700552335938</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Jun 2007 21:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-22T15:11:53.210-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family game night</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">geography</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">homonyms</category><title>Geography 101</title><atom:summary type="text">Ann: Do you remember the game Trivial Pursuit?Pam: Yeah, we used to play that at parties all the time, but that was years ago.Ann: Yeah, back in the 80s. Well, there was one category that always made me feel a huge gap in my education.Pam: Which one?Ann: Geography! I never did well in that category and it made me crazy. So much so, that I started studying maps just so I wouldn’t feel so </atom:summary><link>http://thelostandprofound.blogspot.com/2007/06/geography-101.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pam and Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUFIJkmFb3h98Slbj48xOHOvnN219orU7nPKH7ReI9JKsJjKNf278MAIgUrQ2lLZSB4tk-rvAb2JanckN07VJYZzPDX7zEZVx9AcVG94N40FElfbjL-5axVrSwudbr67bD4dLj4WWSkis/s72-c/Spinning+Globe.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065995390975352049.post-8713566749137521446</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Jun 2007 01:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-19T22:28:06.176-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bare Buns Fun Run</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clothing optional</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pacific Northwest</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">running</category><title>Bare Buns Fun Run</title><atom:summary type="text">Pam: Opie dropped by my office this afternoon. He&#39;s getting ready to go to that clothing optional race he ran last year.Ann: Did he really do that? I thought he was kidding!Pam: Oh, he did it alright. It&#39;s called the “Bare Buns Fun Run”. He loved it.Ann: I bet he did! He was joking with me that the only reason he was considering it was because he was sure he could knock several minutes off his </atom:summary><link>http://thelostandprofound.blogspot.com/2007/06/bare-buns-fun-run.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pam and Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNJKS_Hv1s3pw4WCYw175cQt2pHVRf2tk4_7O-l5dpK9zv-NEFw0M34sLf2BfIHOFLEpCxW7mUGQxW2xraXHYdocKT8C_eM0L8Weze4BFST97HDv29Rt-4uukPnX4N8T4Dn1kZHXXcSZU/s72-c/Streaker_Transparent.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065995390975352049.post-4068846681043184460</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Jun 2007 19:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-19T11:27:38.574-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">firefighters</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">home improvement</category><title>Home Improvement The Hunky Way</title><atom:summary type="text">Pam: I can’t believe what a husband will do to get out of doing a home improvement project.Ann: Remember what my ex used to say when I asked him why he hadn’t completed a home improvement project. “If it was easy, I’d have done it.” So you must have asked Bret to do something tough.Pam: No. I just hung up with Bret’s brother’s wife, Kerry.Ann: Bret’s brother Donnie, the fire fighter who passed </atom:summary><link>http://thelostandprofound.blogspot.com/2007/06/home-improvement-easy-way.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pam and Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGZxjANSndnwxJQJRAT494AVQVIcZCQLt8cP58r3SPW0pmKp9wGT_5oYa1ducb8JgKAFKpkyeEb1KFeA0Z5w_eRuAtwMhqVZ4ViFkqQZOC9V46h0GAIj8haO3eqUjetY5yXzqcJgnmx78/s72-c/Man+in+hammock_50_Transparent.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065995390975352049.post-508370326886720084</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jun 2007 18:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-19T13:19:17.763-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Catholic</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dating</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">unintentional humor</category><title>Friends In High Places</title><atom:summary type="text">Pam: Henry and his ‘chick du jour’ came over last night. I’ve got to hand it to him…he’s consistent.Ann: He certainly has a type. When he asks a woman the capitol of Texas and she answers “T”, he knows he found his next temporary keeper. So this one qualifies, huh?Pam: Let me put it this way…I doubt she’s ever uttered the word ‘checkmate’.Ann: What&#39;d y’all do?Pam: They came by to play some cards.</atom:summary><link>http://thelostandprofound.blogspot.com/2007/06/friends-in-high-places.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pam and Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT-iknfiCEX645Q_wN2yh4WSFiFsQX6e2paWRj7tGDPaOCmHG03C03TQqoFsadFx-jjnlro-6qcmXIRtZtvu2_Ockt4-rX9y-vg91_6riX-XZLZh1R6QExNdNZ3nCh8hcIsoRfmQHxoxs/s72-c/chess_35.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>