<?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-5576986490419524142</id><updated>2011-07-29T12:04:36.681-07:00</updated><category term='Katie'/><category term='Gudis'/><category term='music'/><category term='Annie'/><category term='food'/><category term='Language'/><category term='TV and Film'/><title type='text'>Why Are You So Obsessed?</title><subtitle type='html'>We wanted to create a magazine, but we created a blog instead. This blog is written by people obsessed with being obsessed with various aspects of life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576986490419524142/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831753192414238415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bpN0e4xN1gY/SOa1aXLiqQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/KTtB9a5Qh0U/S220/vegas2+2+08.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576986490419524142.post-7928341572313045867</id><published>2009-01-09T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:41:27.696-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV and Film'/><title type='text'>HOUSE</title><content type='html'>I mean, I'm not sure why I'm surprised. It &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; the network that brought me the Original Series, "The Starter Wife" (sponsored by Ponds) and endless reruns of "Wings" (how you doin', Steven Weber?). But I would be remiss if I didn't call out my current obsession... HOUSE on USA Networks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get that it's an acquired series, I get it. But while other networks, which shall remain nameless, make me wait a week at a time for new episodes, USA is always there with an episode, or three, to entertain me. And since I've only just started watching the show, it's like an endless supply of new episodes, even if they are four seasons old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My obsession has reached the point where I'm thisclose to ordering seasons 1-4 on DVD. I am obsessed with a weathered, sarcastic, older man in a position of  power (okay, so some things never change).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugh Laurie... (i love you)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron... watch your back, b*tch. He's mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576986490419524142-7928341572313045867?l=whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/7928341572313045867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576986490419524142&amp;postID=7928341572313045867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576986490419524142/posts/default/7928341572313045867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576986490419524142/posts/default/7928341572313045867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com/2009/01/house.html' title='HOUSE'/><author><name>teemoney</name><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-5576986490419524142.post-777708834433942020</id><published>2009-01-09T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:09:55.812-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>New Year, New Jams</title><content type='html'>I guess I'll be the first to post this year... it's been a while, and our blog should be on every one's resolution list. Just sayin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, thinking back to 2008, some of the best things were the soundtracks that were with us the whole year. I'm talking about the "BG08" Cd's... "Army Pants &amp; Flip-Flops," "Do You Need A Ride," "Definite Margaritas," to name a few monthly themes. Not only did they provide us with quality tunes throughout our day, but they also became something we looked forward to hearing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vote for Album of the Year includes: BG07 (which became the thematic for Miami - see vid below) and BG12 (which got me through work during the holidays)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to this year's compilations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/enJbXlb4zqo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/enJbXlb4zqo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576986490419524142-777708834433942020?l=whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/777708834433942020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576986490419524142&amp;postID=777708834433942020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576986490419524142/posts/default/777708834433942020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576986490419524142/posts/default/777708834433942020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-jams.html' title='New Year, New Jams'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831753192414238415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bpN0e4xN1gY/SOa1aXLiqQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/KTtB9a5Qh0U/S220/vegas2+2+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576986490419524142.post-5278162948042856559</id><published>2008-10-22T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:42:48.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV and Film'/><title type='text'>Straight from Duckburg</title><content type='html'>An obsession from childhood. Let's just say, I never left the Disney Channel. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/frGLMtGsotc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/frGLMtGsotc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576986490419524142-5278162948042856559?l=whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/5278162948042856559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576986490419524142&amp;postID=5278162948042856559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576986490419524142/posts/default/5278162948042856559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576986490419524142/posts/default/5278162948042856559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com/2008/10/straight-from-duckburg.html' title='Straight from Duckburg'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831753192414238415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bpN0e4xN1gY/SOa1aXLiqQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/KTtB9a5Qh0U/S220/vegas2+2+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576986490419524142.post-4305373461620475334</id><published>2008-10-20T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:44:20.698-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gudis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><title type='text'>Our Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dallas&lt;/strong&gt; [&lt;strong&gt;dal&lt;/strong&gt;-uh s]: They just don't get it. Should I say hello? With what, a notepad? I’ve been surfing YouTube all day b/c I have nothing to do and I LOVE your boxers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HazMat:&lt;/strong&gt; Helen; Susan; HaaaazMaaaat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ostensibly&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. outwardly appearing as such; professed; pretended: an ostensible cheerfulness concealing sadness&lt;br /&gt;2. apparent, evident, or conspicuous: the ostensible truth of their theories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Skinny&lt;/strong&gt; [skin-&lt;strong&gt;ee&lt;/strong&gt;]: standard definition applies; also used to define any one thing, person or event that is fabulous; used to cheer people up when they are feeling fat; origin: Skinny Latte campaign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get in my purse:&lt;/strong&gt; The Muff, Khalil, tiny children who aren't screaming, one half of Mancy, Pay It Forward moments in time, ARich, Amy K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karen:&lt;/strong&gt; nickname for Katie or Annie, only to be used in this manner by Katie or Annie; nickname for anyone making a STUPID comment; can be paired with “tap” (see below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;example (credit to Gudis for excellent placement):&lt;/em&gt; “ I was talking to Sarah [name changed to protect the guilty] and she said she declined the GQ interview because there were no executives available. And I said &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no, Karen&lt;/span&gt;...there are four executives available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AA&lt;/strong&gt;: Attitude Adjustment; common uses include needing an AA regarding work, getting/being skinny, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red Bull:&lt;/strong&gt; used when someone jumps into the middle of a conversation with a comment that does not relate to a) them 2) the conversation; nickname for Erika Bennett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Susan:&lt;/strong&gt; refers to the Lazy Susan; not to be confused with Susan at HazMat (see above);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 1&lt;/strong&gt;: first step in the rest of our lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tap:&lt;/strong&gt; Is this thing on? Said in response to someone’s idiocy when...they just don’t get it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576986490419524142-4305373461620475334?l=whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/4305373461620475334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576986490419524142&amp;postID=4305373461620475334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576986490419524142/posts/default/4305373461620475334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576986490419524142/posts/default/4305373461620475334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-language.html' title='Our Language'/><author><name>Katie K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12432651078000314431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXTBH-8v1TQ/SObCmQUZGRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tVLRYbR5yBg/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576986490419524142.post-2506682290680755311</id><published>2008-10-11T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:43:15.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV and Film'/><title type='text'>SKINNY on BRAVO</title><content type='html'>Big Designers.&lt;br /&gt;Hot Fashion.&lt;br /&gt;Adorable Second Assistant.&lt;br /&gt;Edgy, Bitchy First Assistant.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing Hair.&lt;br /&gt;Skinny.&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;Big Sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;Perfect Manicures.&lt;br /&gt;VINTAGE.&lt;br /&gt;Skinny.&lt;br /&gt;Pearls.&lt;br /&gt;Bling.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my gawd, I love it."&lt;br /&gt;Drama.&lt;br /&gt;Couture.&lt;br /&gt;Skinny, Super Skinny.&lt;br /&gt;Fur.&lt;br /&gt;Luxury.&lt;br /&gt;Bow-tie.&lt;br /&gt;Brad.&lt;br /&gt;Botox.&lt;br /&gt;Blonde.&lt;br /&gt;Jet-setter.&lt;br /&gt;Skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....The Rachel Zoe Project...OBSESSED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576986490419524142-2506682290680755311?l=whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/2506682290680755311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576986490419524142&amp;postID=2506682290680755311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576986490419524142/posts/default/2506682290680755311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576986490419524142/posts/default/2506682290680755311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com/2008/10/skinny-on-bravo.html' title='SKINNY on BRAVO'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05115521321758875360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDaFMPDFlY0/SOpUWBx2aGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/37Y-EDmisUc/S220/TEXAS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576986490419524142.post-9129431886674908040</id><published>2008-10-11T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T12:43:54.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>There are some days you remember as life changing.&lt;br /&gt;Last October, I experienced one of those days. No, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; climb Mount &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Everest&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; win the lottery, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; rescue a child from a burning building or save a cat from a tree.&lt;br /&gt;I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt; and my life has never been the same.&lt;br /&gt;Some might say I have a problem. Gossip Girl, House, 90210, How I met Your Mother, The Office, Lipstick Jungle, Greys Anatomy, Ugly Betty and Oprah (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even try to start with me on that one) just to name a few. Some days I come home and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt; is over 80% full. Ah, the beauty and joy that brings to my face...no longer do I need to feel pressured to rush home and catch my favorite show, or feel stressed at dinner that my friend is gabbing too much about the new man in her life as I sneak countless glances at my watch counting down how many more minutes I can let her go on before I am "ill" and need to depart just to get home 10 minutes after my show has started. Ugh, was it really that important for you to share all of those details with me? Drama Drama Drama.&lt;br /&gt;But, no longer do I stress. Sure, go on about yourself, the girl at work that makes that annoying clicking sound with her mouth or the guy you almost spoke to at Starbucks. Tell me 20 more times. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; in no rush.&lt;br /&gt;My shows are resting patiently for me on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt; just waiting for me to get home and start the viewing.&lt;br /&gt;My blood pressure has also gone down since the start of my DVR obsession.&lt;br /&gt;Direct correlation? How could it not be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576986490419524142-9129431886674908040?l=whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/9129431886674908040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576986490419524142&amp;postID=9129431886674908040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576986490419524142/posts/default/9129431886674908040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576986490419524142/posts/default/9129431886674908040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com/2008/10/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14353639932399769218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ci8SUfCElJ0/SObDnnm1XXI/AAAAAAAAADk/PvWF7RPUOtI/S220/annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576986490419524142.post-5464523420148914166</id><published>2008-10-08T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:42:43.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a way to make a livin!</title><content type='html'>Obsessed. Friends. I am obsessed with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if I sang out of tune, would you stand up and walk out on me ?&lt;br /&gt;(clearly not - you all tolerate my random outbursts of song)&lt;br /&gt;Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song, and I'll try not to sing out of key.&lt;br /&gt;(impossible - singing is not my forte, although I sing from the heart)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends&lt;br /&gt;(ain't that the truth)&lt;br /&gt;Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends&lt;br /&gt;(in the metaphorical sense)&lt;br /&gt;Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends.&lt;br /&gt;(oh you kids!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I thought-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Traveled down the road and back again.&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is true your a pal and a confidant.&lt;br /&gt;And if you through a party, invited everyone you ever knew&lt;br /&gt;You would see the biggest gift would be from me&lt;br /&gt;And the card attached would say thank you for being a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on...sing it aloud. You know you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had me at hello. You complete me. You all know who you are. I am obsessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576986490419524142-5464523420148914166?l=whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/5464523420148914166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576986490419524142&amp;postID=5464523420148914166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576986490419524142/posts/default/5464523420148914166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576986490419524142/posts/default/5464523420148914166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-way-to-make-livin.html' title='What a way to make a livin!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14353639932399769218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ci8SUfCElJ0/SObDnnm1XXI/AAAAAAAAADk/PvWF7RPUOtI/S220/annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576986490419524142.post-7931951257159213820</id><published>2008-10-07T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:07:38.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Garfield would be proud</title><content type='html'>Today I'm obsessing over my kitchen creation from the weekend... it's almost lunch and I'm hungry. Anyway, I made lasagna, courtesy of Lidia's Italian-American Kitchen. I used her bolognese sauce as a base, but then made it my own. One thing that I thought was interesting was adding a chopped carrot. I think it added a nice bite to the dish. Try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I did some digging in case you are wondering why Garfield (the cat cartooney) was obsessed with lasagna. Ostensibly, Garfield was born in the kitchen of an Italian restaurant (later revealed in the television special Garfield: His Nine Lives to be Mama Leoni's Italian Restaurant) and subsequently developed a taste for lasagna. And now you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576986490419524142-7931951257159213820?l=whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/7931951257159213820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576986490419524142&amp;postID=7931951257159213820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576986490419524142/posts/default/7931951257159213820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576986490419524142/posts/default/7931951257159213820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com/2008/10/garfield-would-be-proud.html' title='Garfield would be proud'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831753192414238415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bpN0e4xN1gY/SOa1aXLiqQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/KTtB9a5Qh0U/S220/vegas2+2+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576986490419524142.post-198025773552001435</id><published>2008-10-05T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:43:15.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV and Film'/><title type='text'>Nick and Norah</title><content type='html'>I am obsessed with the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my head spinning, butt glued to the couch, coffee guzzled, Advil swallowed and fuzzy memories of last night...I pulled it together to go see Nick and Norah's Infinite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Playlist&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Excellent decision on my part! The movie is filled with all different types of love...love for one another, love for NYC and of course love of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour and a half, I think I  may be in love with Nick/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Michael&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cera&lt;/span&gt;. How could I not be? With his goofy looks, charming smile, passion for music and CD making skills he encompasses a little bit of everything I like. And he's in a band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only they would have put a backwards hat on him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My faith in guys has been restored and it only cost me $11.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I got to see the Proactive vending machine? Yep,  you read that correctly.&lt;br /&gt;If you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what I'm talking about, it may be time for you to hit up Century City.&lt;br /&gt;Bottom of the theater escalator across from the massage chairs - you won't be sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576986490419524142-198025773552001435?l=whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/198025773552001435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576986490419524142&amp;postID=198025773552001435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576986490419524142/posts/default/198025773552001435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576986490419524142/posts/default/198025773552001435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com/2008/10/nick-and-norah.html' title='Nick and Norah'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14353639932399769218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ci8SUfCElJ0/SObDnnm1XXI/AAAAAAAAADk/PvWF7RPUOtI/S220/annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576986490419524142.post-3914133064690092429</id><published>2008-10-03T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:07:38.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessed : Friday's Joke of the Day</title><content type='html'>An old cowboy sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. As he sat sipping his drink, a young woman sat down next to him. She turned to the cowboy and asked, "Are you a real cowboy?"&lt;br /&gt;He replied, "Well, I've spent my whole life, breaking colts, working cows, going to rodeos, fixing fences, pulling calves, bailing hay, doctoring calves, cleaning my barn, fixing flats, working on tractors, and feeding my dogs, so I guess I am a cowboy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "I'm a lesbian. I spend my whole day thinking about women. As soon as I get up in the morning, I think about women. When I shower, I think about women. When I watch TV, I think about women. I even think about women when I eat. It seems that everything makes me think of women."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two sat sipping in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while later, a man sat down on the other side of the old cowboy and asked, "Are you a real cowboy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, "I always thought I was, but I just found out I'm a lesbian."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576986490419524142-3914133064690092429?l=whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/3914133064690092429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576986490419524142&amp;postID=3914133064690092429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576986490419524142/posts/default/3914133064690092429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576986490419524142/posts/default/3914133064690092429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com/2008/10/obsessed-fridays-joke-of-day.html' title='Obsessed : Friday&apos;s Joke of the Day'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14353639932399769218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ci8SUfCElJ0/SObDnnm1XXI/AAAAAAAAADk/PvWF7RPUOtI/S220/annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576986490419524142.post-6128473849537575779</id><published>2008-10-03T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:07:38.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gudis'/><title type='text'>I'm obsessed with Gudis, round 2</title><content type='html'>Taylor here. I'm obsessed with Gudis, too. She, God bless her, has a diametric opposition to looking directly at a camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s62.photobucket.com/albums/h90/tamaro_photos/?action=view&amp;amp;current=brig9-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h90/tamaro_photos/brig9-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...we're working on it though. Baby steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if you like "obsessed," you'll love &lt;a href="http://rumintaytions.blogspot.com/"&gt;rumintaytions&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576986490419524142-6128473849537575779?l=whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/6128473849537575779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576986490419524142&amp;postID=6128473849537575779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576986490419524142/posts/default/6128473849537575779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576986490419524142/posts/default/6128473849537575779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-obsessed-with-gudis-round-2.html' title='I&apos;m obsessed with Gudis, round 2'/><author><name>teemoney</name><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-5576986490419524142.post-470986365900823243</id><published>2008-10-03T17:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:07:38.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gudis'/><title type='text'>Notice the earring (singular)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Fitting that this is posting No. 1. Why? Because I'm obsessed with Gudis... and this photo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253085003364964338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bpN0e4xN1gY/SOa0-oCAF_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/nkiolzOv5gE/s320/gudis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576986490419524142-470986365900823243?l=whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/470986365900823243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5576986490419524142&amp;postID=470986365900823243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576986490419524142/posts/default/470986365900823243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576986490419524142/posts/default/470986365900823243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareyouobsessed.blogspot.com/2008/10/notice-earring-singular.html' title='Notice the earring (singular)...'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831753192414238415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bpN0e4xN1gY/SOa1aXLiqQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/KTtB9a5Qh0U/S220/vegas2+2+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bpN0e4xN1gY/SOa0-oCAF_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/nkiolzOv5gE/s72-c/gudis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
