<?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-33139085</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:18:22.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jessica jarblings...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://turbosprocket.com/webstuff/rice.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33139085.post-6712753474864837808</id><published>2008-10-26T19:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:04:08.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mixed up gardening</title><content type='html'>JY: You're barking up the wrong bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Bonus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY: Rhyme to my madness.  (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Reason&lt;/span&gt; to my madness + Rhyme and Reason)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;courtesy of SK and TY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33139085-6712753474864837808?l=jarblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6712753474864837808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33139085&amp;postID=6712753474864837808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/6712753474864837808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/6712753474864837808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/2008/10/mixed-up-gardening.html' title='mixed up gardening'/><author><name>steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://turbosprocket.com/webstuff/rice.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33139085.post-2006418580567869550</id><published>2007-11-14T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T23:35:03.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piss like a what?</title><content type='html'>Someone that I live with said "I need to piss like a camel"!!! I told her that it's racehorse and not camel. Her reasoning is that camels have a big hump and when they need to pee, it's quite voluminous. She looked up the idiom on google and indeed it is racehorse. It said horses are really picky about where the do their business so they hold it and when they need to go, boy do they need to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33139085-2006418580567869550?l=jarblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2006418580567869550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33139085&amp;postID=2006418580567869550&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/2006418580567869550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/2006418580567869550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/2007/11/piss-like-what.html' title='Piss like a what?'/><author><name>Timmy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373648652961745178</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-33139085.post-4404592539439518845</id><published>2007-11-02T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T19:27:14.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enlightenment</title><content type='html'>So wifey told lil' bro to take his new girlfriend to Chado Tearoom for a date when they are in LA this weekend.  I asked her if it seems like he wanted to go.  Wifey replied, "I don't think it's his cup of tea".  Pun and idiom used correctly!  2 for 1 special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last week wifey was saying how something sucks.  She says "there's no use crying over spilled porridge".  Her reasoning is when porridge gets spilled there's no use crying over it because it gets all crusty.  You can't just pick it up and eat it again.  You can still recover spilled milk because you can just lap it up like a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've come a long way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33139085-4404592539439518845?l=jarblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4404592539439518845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33139085&amp;postID=4404592539439518845&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/4404592539439518845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/4404592539439518845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/2007/11/enlightenment.html' title='Enlightenment'/><author><name>Timmy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373648652961745178</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-33139085.post-7423570830209341924</id><published>2007-10-05T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T12:32:39.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not that funny but still a jarbling</title><content type='html'>I don't remember who but we were talking about someone/something.  Jessica concluded that this person/thing "marches to the beat of their own drummer".  I told Jessica that it's drum, not drummer.  She said "how can a drum make a beat.  The drummer is the one that makes the beat".  Not that funny, but still a jarbling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33139085-7423570830209341924?l=jarblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7423570830209341924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33139085&amp;postID=7423570830209341924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/7423570830209341924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/7423570830209341924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/2007/10/not-that-funny-but-still-jarbling.html' title='Not that funny but still a jarbling'/><author><name>Timmy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373648652961745178</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-33139085.post-3845696291094983886</id><published>2007-09-15T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T08:17:48.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red alert!!!!</title><content type='html'>The other day my wife, Jessica, was talking about a friends' "boyfriend situation".  In response to a negative attribute about this young man she said, "That should have been a red bell".  I replied, "you mean a red flag"?  Jessica shouts, "red bell, red flag....whatever"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33139085-3845696291094983886?l=jarblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3845696291094983886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33139085&amp;postID=3845696291094983886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/3845696291094983886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/3845696291094983886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/2007/09/red-alert.html' title='Red alert!!!!'/><author><name>Timmy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11373648652961745178</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-33139085.post-4457970433780621248</id><published>2007-09-09T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T00:58:19.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no saliva needed</title><content type='html'>SK and i were addressing an envelope with checks for our friend's birthday gift.  we still have the superhero stamps (worth $0.39).  so of course, since postage has gone up, i bought a bunch of $0.01 stamps to bring up the postage to the required $0.41.  just now, i walk into SK's room, only to here her say, "these stamps don't stick very well" immediately followed by seeing her lick the back of the stamp.  i've just watched her lick the paper sticker backing.  i start laughing and fall onto the floor, which causes her to come to the realization that she's just licked the paper backing to self-adhesive stamps.  so awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33139085-4457970433780621248?l=jarblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4457970433780621248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33139085&amp;postID=4457970433780621248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/4457970433780621248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/4457970433780621248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-saliva-needed.html' title='no saliva needed'/><author><name>steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://turbosprocket.com/webstuff/rice.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33139085.post-4110200801468059217</id><published>2007-05-31T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T22:27:56.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bouncing transport</title><content type='html'>jc is chatting with her friend and husband online and asking about their trip in china:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jc:  "did you guys ride around on those ricochets?"&lt;br /&gt;her friend's husband: "AHAHAHAHAHA!"&lt;br /&gt;jc:  "what's so funny?"&lt;br /&gt;HFH:  "you are!  it's not called a ricochet!"&lt;br /&gt;jc: "then what is it called?"&lt;br /&gt;HFH:  "i'm not telling you.  wait till i tell jane about this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then jc asks me what those things are called, where you ride around in a cart and a person is pulling you... i tell her it's called a "rickshaw" and she asks me how it's spelled. then she says, "so then what's a ricochet?" "it's when things bounce off stuff."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33139085-4110200801468059217?l=jarblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4110200801468059217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33139085&amp;postID=4110200801468059217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/4110200801468059217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/4110200801468059217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/2007/05/bouncing-transport.html' title='bouncing transport'/><author><name>steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://turbosprocket.com/webstuff/rice.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33139085.post-7434926737936513514</id><published>2007-05-31T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T00:05:01.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>art surfaces...</title><content type='html'>JC e-mailed earlier to tell me that there was a problem with her bridesmaid dresses and how she had to look for new ones and here's the excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The reason why this email is entitled "boooo" is cuz I finally heard back from the bridesmaid dress shop in downtown and they lady told me that due to a manufacturing problem they are not able to get the dresses I ordered in the sizes I need by my wedding date. Argh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess it's back to the sketching board for me.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that part in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bold italics&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is the latest jarbling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33139085-7434926737936513514?l=jarblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7434926737936513514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33139085&amp;postID=7434926737936513514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/7434926737936513514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/7434926737936513514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/2007/05/art-surfaces.html' title='art surfaces...'/><author><name>steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://turbosprocket.com/webstuff/rice.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33139085.post-79920111043880923</id><published>2007-05-13T22:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T22:25:46.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jc bought a wii and she said she was going to leave it in san diego so they don't have to move it around so much while they are in transition before their august wedding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jc: "until then, i'm keeping it under lock and chain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, ty told her it was "under lock and key" and she doesn't think it works.  a chain is more secure, and if it's lock and key, the key is with it, so anyone could open the lock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the rationale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33139085-79920111043880923?l=jarblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/feeds/79920111043880923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33139085&amp;postID=79920111043880923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/79920111043880923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/79920111043880923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/2007/05/jc-bought-wii-and-she-said-she-was.html' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://turbosprocket.com/webstuff/rice.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33139085.post-3944622952504445250</id><published>2007-05-13T22:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T22:27:13.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some kind of earthy matter</title><content type='html'>jc declares, "i'm not going to be an optometrist anymore! i'm going to look for a new job. it's time to turn over a new stone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ty and i are like, "umm, you know it's a new leaf, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jc: "i swear it's a conspiracy! because, who hides stuff under a leaf? it's so flimsy! you know, because they hide treasure under a stone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't make this up!  life is great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33139085-3944622952504445250?l=jarblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3944622952504445250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33139085&amp;postID=3944622952504445250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/3944622952504445250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/3944622952504445250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/2007/05/some-kind-of-earthy-matter.html' title='some kind of earthy matter'/><author><name>steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://turbosprocket.com/webstuff/rice.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33139085.post-5735431159925071313</id><published>2007-05-13T22:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T22:26:40.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lost in translation</title><content type='html'>i guess ty and jc were talking how there's not a need to go over something again and again, so she had said, "you don't have to beat a dead cow." ty told her the phrase is "beat a dead horse" and jc went on to explain that her phrase came from another phrase, "stubborn as a cow," to which ty explained that it's "stubborn as a mule." jc normally blames her 4th grade teacher, but this time she's pinning it on her parents, from whom she heard a mandarin idiom that literally translates "to be stubborn like a cow" and how she remembers it that way because her dad is the most stubborn person she knows and was born in the year of the cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ty classified this as a 3-parter - the mixing of the two idioms + the correct usage of the mandarin one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've suggested that they use these mixed idioms as their wedding table identifiers, rather than the standard issue table numbers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33139085-5735431159925071313?l=jarblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5735431159925071313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33139085&amp;postID=5735431159925071313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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comes from "well-rehearsed", but because it's "slang" you don't need the "re" so it's just "well-hearsed."&lt;br /&gt;the rest of us:  uh...i think it's well-versed, to be well-versed in something&lt;br /&gt;jessica: oh well whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33139085-4225894049197128236?l=jarblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4225894049197128236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33139085&amp;postID=4225894049197128236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/4225894049197128236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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me that earlier, JC had said to TY that she was going to use that wrestling move on him, but she called it a "mandela." that made me laugh...a lot. i was told that JC had TY look it up on wikipedia because maybe "mandela" was slang for the move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33139085-4030743026531900455?l=jarblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4030743026531900455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33139085&amp;postID=4030743026531900455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/4030743026531900455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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fight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:  uh...no holds barred?&lt;br /&gt;TY:  ahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;JC: whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, i am curious about what she said instead.  so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC: seriously, i'm going to shoot my brother.  no bars hold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC's justification is that no bars will hold her back from shooting her brother, hence no bars hold.  seriously...so awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33139085-2221465572422406566?l=jarblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2221465572422406566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33139085&amp;postID=2221465572422406566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_shuRn3P43FU/RdZ_ng-GQGI/AAAAAAAAABI/JCrfArv0Kx4/s1600-h/valentine+puzzle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_shuRn3P43FU/RdZ_ng-GQGI/AAAAAAAAABI/JCrfArv0Kx4/s400/valentine+puzzle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032349950475124834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;highlight for answer, but only after you really try to guess it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;2 hearts + beat + ass + juan = two hearts beat as one&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33139085-3584807588986880515?l=jarblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://turbosprocket.com/webstuff/rice.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33139085.post-116579203383023111</id><published>2006-12-10T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T15:07:13.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hiding stuff under textiles</title><content type='html'>talking about scandal and drama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC: "...but they just brushed it under the carpet."&lt;br /&gt;SS: "isn't it 'swept it under the rug?'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33139085-116579203383023111?l=jarblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/feeds/116579203383023111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33139085&amp;postID=116579203383023111&amp;isPopup=true' 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 i know something you don't know!"&lt;br /&gt;TY: "i'm a 100% sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC's defense:  "you know when people say that there are bigger fish in the pond..."&lt;br /&gt;SS: "uh...that's plenty of fish in the sea..."&lt;br /&gt;JC: "oh...darn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC: "i thought i finally caught him (TY) on something, but lord and behold..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33139085-116555236652355715?l=jarblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/feeds/116555236652355715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33139085&amp;postID=116555236652355715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of us: "you mean cakes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC: "flakes, cakes, whatever..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33139085-116547319228608669?l=jarblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/feeds/116547319228608669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33139085&amp;postID=116547319228608669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/116547319228608669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/116547319228608669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/2006/12/popularlike-flakes.html' title='popular...like flakes'/><author><name>steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://turbosprocket.com/webstuff/rice.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33139085.post-116460985328946207</id><published>2006-11-26T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T22:44:13.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>word blends</title><content type='html'>JC was talking about a busy restaurant and said, "wow, that place is really hoppinnin'"  we suspect she meant "hoppin'" or "happening"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just now, as she was talking to TY's brother, she said, "with all his insinuendos..."  ahahaha...  innuendo or insinuations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33139085-116460985328946207?l=jarblings.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://turbosprocket.com/webstuff/rice.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33139085.post-115873418293643628</id><published>2006-09-19T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T23:36:22.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>correct vocabulary usage</title><content type='html'>talking about their recent engagement and where to get married...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TY to JC: "i think your parents don't want to be the sticklers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SK and SS start laughing...thinking of JC's potsticklers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC: "how come he's using it (stickler) in the right context?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33139085-115873418293643628?l=jarblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115873418293643628/comments/default' 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type='text'>addictive food</title><content type='html'>at the redondo beach crab house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GF: i don't like chinese food because of all the THC they put in it.  it makes me really thirsty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of us:  "uh...you mean MSG?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughter ensues...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33139085-115873404863706670?l=jarblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115873404863706670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33139085&amp;postID=115873404863706670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/115873404863706670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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TY is taking a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC:  TY, hurry!  chip chop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33139085-115873393885651577?l=jarblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115873393885651577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33139085&amp;postID=115873393885651577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/115873393885651577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/115873393885651577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/2006/09/change-in-vowel-makes-all-difference.html' title='a change in vowel makes all the difference'/><author><name>steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://turbosprocket.com/webstuff/rice.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33139085.post-115708842930465376</id><published>2006-08-31T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T22:27:09.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no help from others</title><content type='html'>JC:  "i'm really surprised no one has corrected me before.  i guess they didn't want to rain on my float."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33139085-115708842930465376?l=jarblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115708842930465376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33139085&amp;postID=115708842930465376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/115708842930465376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/115708842930465376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-help-from-others.html' title='no help from others'/><author><name>steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://turbosprocket.com/webstuff/rice.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33139085.post-115699612195161631</id><published>2006-08-30T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T20:48:41.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>personal pluralizations</title><content type='html'>when JC wants to interrupt and take a break, she prefers the phrase "times out"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33139085-115699612195161631?l=jarblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115699612195161631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33139085&amp;postID=115699612195161631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/115699612195161631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/115699612195161631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/2006/08/personal-pluralizations.html' title='personal pluralizations'/><author><name>steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://turbosprocket.com/webstuff/rice.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33139085.post-115630282723376402</id><published>2006-08-22T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T20:13:47.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>po-tay-to / po-tah-to</title><content type='html'>while having dinner earlier tonight, TY reports that JC had another jarbling over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TY: "hey, you had another one."&lt;br /&gt;JC: "no, i didn't!"&lt;br /&gt;TY: "yea...you said 'why does that guy have his hand on her &lt;b&gt;neither&lt;/b&gt; regions?'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughter ensues in the apartment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33139085-115630282723376402?l=jarblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115630282723376402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33139085&amp;postID=115630282723376402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/115630282723376402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/115630282723376402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/2006/08/po-tay-to-po-tah-to.html' title='po-tay-to / po-tah-to'/><author><name>steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://turbosprocket.com/webstuff/rice.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33139085.post-115622160480189998</id><published>2006-08-21T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T22:58:22.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moral un-support</title><content type='html'>while shopping at target:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TY [JC's boyfriend] to JC:  "hey, look what i found for you..."  [points to box labeled "phonics success"]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC:  "..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the weekend in san diego, regarding the "old lady":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC: "TY and his brother were laughing non-stop for 3 minutes.  i had no idea what was going on and i didn't know why they were laughing."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33139085-115622160480189998?l=jarblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115622160480189998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33139085&amp;postID=115622160480189998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/115622160480189998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/115622160480189998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/2006/08/moral-un-support.html' title='moral un-support'/><author><name>steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://turbosprocket.com/webstuff/rice.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33139085.post-115622149821965670</id><published>2006-08-21T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T21:38:18.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>establishing blame</title><content type='html'>JC:  "it's not my fault, my 4th grade teacher didn't teach me phonics!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC:  "you know...i think somewhere along the line, somebody taught these to me incorrectly.  i'm trying to pinpoint who it was."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33139085-115622149821965670?l=jarblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115622149821965670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33139085&amp;postID=115622149821965670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/115622149821965670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/115622149821965670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/2006/08/establishing-blame.html' title='establishing blame'/><author><name>steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://turbosprocket.com/webstuff/rice.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33139085.post-115622137391070140</id><published>2006-08-21T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T21:43:09.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>non-prejedicial singing</title><content type='html'>over the weekend, JC discovered that it's not over until "the fat lady" sings.  all this time, she thought that it wasn't over until "the old lady" sings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her rationale:  old ladies live longer and will therefore sing longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC:  "i don't know why it should be fat lady...are they trying to say fat people are slow?  that's not right and it's totally prejudice.  old lady makes so much more sense."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC: "i didn't believe them when they said it was 'fat lady' so i googled it to double check.  and then all i could say was 'oh' because they were right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC: "seriously...i don't know why it's 'fat lady' - google doesn't even give a good explanation.  neither could the people who said it was 'fat lady' and at least i have an explanation.  so it should be 'old lady.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33139085-115622137391070140?l=jarblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115622137391070140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33139085&amp;postID=115622137391070140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/115622137391070140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/115622137391070140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/2006/08/non-prejedicial-singing.html' title='non-prejedicial singing'/><author><name>steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://turbosprocket.com/webstuff/rice.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33139085.post-115622118510777757</id><published>2006-08-21T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T21:33:05.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when things aren't good enough...</title><content type='html'>JC's favorite exclamations are of her own creation, because the tried and true ones don't cut it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"lucky goose" -  a thousand times better than the old "lucky duck"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;calm down + hold your horses = "calm your horses"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;garbled + jumbled = "jarbled"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33139085-115622118510777757?l=jarblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115622118510777757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33139085&amp;postID=115622118510777757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/115622118510777757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/115622118510777757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-things-arent-good-enough.html' title='when things aren&apos;t good enough...'/><author><name>steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://turbosprocket.com/webstuff/rice.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33139085.post-115622086494259575</id><published>2006-08-21T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T22:25:30.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a holier phrase than thou</title><content type='html'>phrases and expressions are generally a tricky thing...  whenever JC presents something, she prefers "lord and behold" because "lo and behold" just isn't holy enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33139085-115622086494259575?l=jarblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115622086494259575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33139085&amp;postID=115622086494259575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/115622086494259575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/115622086494259575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/2006/08/holier-phrase-than-thou.html' title='a holier phrase than thou'/><author><name>steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://turbosprocket.com/webstuff/rice.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33139085.post-115622012789387516</id><published>2006-08-21T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T21:20:33.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dumplings by another name...</title><content type='html'>as we talk about ling ling brand potstickers from costco it is revealed that JC has always called them potSTICKLERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her rationale:  "...because they stickle to the pan."&lt;br /&gt;her defense:  "when we were little we always called them 'guo tie' and i bet some other kid called them potsticklers and that's how i learned it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at our apartment, they are forever known as potSTICKLERS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33139085-115622012789387516?l=jarblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115622012789387516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33139085&amp;postID=115622012789387516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/115622012789387516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33139085/posts/default/115622012789387516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarblings.blogspot.com/2006/08/dumplings-by-another-name.html' title='dumplings by another name...'/><author><name>steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://turbosprocket.com/webstuff/rice.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
