<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617076690479366081</id><updated>2009-10-17T05:01:26.646+03:00</updated><title type='text'>adjusting to life as a stay at home wife</title><subtitle type='html'>The life of a 20 something girl.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985661468937872902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617076690479366081.post-1004691454069772267</id><published>2009-04-22T11:03:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:08:11.670+03:00</updated><title type='text'>European Immunization Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" mce_style="text-align:justify;"&gt;Hey it's good deed of the month time again. This time in the form of an adorable video made for the World Health Organization European Immunization Week!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" mce_style="text-align:justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sGKrs1ED_rw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=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/sGKrs1ED_rw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" mce_style="text-align:justify;"&gt;So, if you have a baby, want to have a baby, know someone who has a baby, have seen a baby or have been a baby check the video out! And then go to the &lt;a href="http://www.euro.who.int/eiw2009" mce_href="http://www.euro.who.int/eiw2009"&gt;EIW page&lt;/a&gt; for mor info.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" mce_style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prevent. Protect. Immunize.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617076690479366081-1004691454069772267?l=lauranpaikka.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/feeds/1004691454069772267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617076690479366081&amp;postID=1004691454069772267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/1004691454069772267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/1004691454069772267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/2009/04/european-immunization-week.html' title='European Immunization Week'/><author><name>LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985661468937872902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02294800974138985020'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617076690479366081.post-4159750059972306900</id><published>2009-03-12T14:08:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:25:20.975+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Thing I Will Do This Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grill at least once a week (rain or shine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Party trip to either Yyteri or Kalajoki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sit on a terrace with a cold beer/cider watching people go by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a summer party like last year. Good food, good company, good wine, good music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to at least one festival. RMJ? Pori Jazz? Ruisrock? Ankkarock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go swimming... more than once&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grow some organic produce at the farm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hike to Makkarajärvi. Swim, grill and drink beer :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep outside at least once&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wear a dress/skirt at least once a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617076690479366081-4159750059972306900?l=lauranpaikka.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/feeds/4159750059972306900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617076690479366081&amp;postID=4159750059972306900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/4159750059972306900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/4159750059972306900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/2009/03/thing-i-will-do-this-summer.html' title='Thing I Will Do This Summer'/><author><name>LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985661468937872902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02294800974138985020'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617076690479366081.post-8106831964488399725</id><published>2009-01-22T13:05:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:07:54.772+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 20 Hype List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SXhFXZ5CSFI/AAAAAAAABJY/5K34FmkbGtY/s1600-h/ishot-0901221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 341px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SXhFXZ5CSFI/AAAAAAAABJY/5K34FmkbGtY/s400/ishot-0901221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294057630363437138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617076690479366081-8106831964488399725?l=lauranpaikka.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/feeds/8106831964488399725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617076690479366081&amp;postID=8106831964488399725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/8106831964488399725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/8106831964488399725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/2009/01/top-20-hype-list.html' title='Top 20 Hype List'/><author><name>LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985661468937872902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02294800974138985020'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SXhFXZ5CSFI/AAAAAAAABJY/5K34FmkbGtY/s72-c/ishot-0901221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617076690479366081.post-505023189834228885</id><published>2008-10-27T09:38:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:53:31.459+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 20 Hype List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SQVlWSEg_AI/AAAAAAAABJI/QEjwr8eAGZY/s1600-h/ishot-0810273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SQVlWSEg_AI/AAAAAAAABJI/QEjwr8eAGZY/s400/ishot-0810273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261723173134597122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/lMax/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617076690479366081-505023189834228885?l=lauranpaikka.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/feeds/505023189834228885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617076690479366081&amp;postID=505023189834228885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/505023189834228885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/505023189834228885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/2008/10/top-20-hype-list.html' title='Top 20 Hype List'/><author><name>LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985661468937872902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02294800974138985020'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SQVlWSEg_AI/AAAAAAAABJI/QEjwr8eAGZY/s72-c/ishot-0810273.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617076690479366081.post-4696987905403831200</id><published>2008-09-29T12:54:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T13:05:02.521+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 20 Hype List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SOCoPzHMQFI/AAAAAAAAA1c/lMFgK0xi2to/s1600-h/ishot-0809292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SOCoPzHMQFI/AAAAAAAAA1c/lMFgK0xi2to/s400/ishot-0809292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251382154885873746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617076690479366081-4696987905403831200?l=lauranpaikka.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/feeds/4696987905403831200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617076690479366081&amp;postID=4696987905403831200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/4696987905403831200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/4696987905403831200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/2008/09/top-20-hype-list.html' title='Top 20 Hype List'/><author><name>LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985661468937872902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02294800974138985020'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SOCoPzHMQFI/AAAAAAAAA1c/lMFgK0xi2to/s72-c/ishot-0809292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617076690479366081.post-2606949310640309175</id><published>2008-08-12T14:42:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T15:24:30.900+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Geocaching</title><content type='html'>On Sunday we were wondering what to do. The lazy weekend had already got to us and we were already getting irritated by each others constant presence. We both wanted to go for a walk but couldn't figure out where we wanted to go. I thought we could go walk part of Birgitan Polku this trail that goes from Tampere to Lempäälä but I couldn't find a proper map so we could have decided an appropriate length. During my internet I found this website listing Geocaches along the trail. I'd heard about Geocaching before but had thought that Finland wouldn't have that many. However as it turns out Finland has loads! So we decided to start a new hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SKF_5QFCtzI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/r-hia7_ZP24/s1600-h/DSC04126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SKF_5QFCtzI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/r-hia7_ZP24/s320/DSC04126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233604863526614834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picking berries on the way to the cache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SKF_5-UxCfI/AAAAAAAAAvY/9vE4JsgN7nU/s1600-h/DSC04139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SKF_5-UxCfI/AAAAAAAAAvY/9vE4JsgN7nU/s320/DSC04139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233604875940596210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bobby sensing we have found something. (A staged photo since Bobby couldn't find something even if it bit him in the butt.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I decided to sign up to &lt;a href="http://www.geocaching.com/"&gt;Geocaching&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.geocaching.com/profile/default.aspx?guid=4448a8f2-b192-468d-b9a2-7464662c604e"&gt;wrongwayfast&lt;/a&gt; if any one is interested. We realized that there is a couple of places right by our apartment. So, off we went. And we actually found the &lt;a href="http://www.geocaching.com/seek/cache_details.aspx?guid=d6724e08-dc74-4c08-a667-200d73955dbd"&gt;Voimalenkki&lt;/a&gt; treasure! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SKF_6I9GeTI/AAAAAAAAAvg/zGNCJUe_HtI/s1600-h/DSC04141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SKF_6I9GeTI/AAAAAAAAAvg/zGNCJUe_HtI/s320/DSC04141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233604878794127666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yay! Treasure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SKF_6zRHymI/AAAAAAAAAvo/R95i53m6WVQ/s1600-h/DSC04164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SKF_6zRHymI/AAAAAAAAAvo/R95i53m6WVQ/s320/DSC04164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233604890152389218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This treasure is mine! Muahahha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SKF_7CXo-xI/AAAAAAAAAvw/76b_T49Df10/s1600-h/DSC04181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SKF_7CXo-xI/AAAAAAAAAvw/76b_T49Df10/s320/DSC04181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233604894206262034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weird fungus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2617076690479366081-2606949310640309175?l=lauranpaikka.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/feeds/2606949310640309175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617076690479366081&amp;postID=2606949310640309175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/2606949310640309175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/2606949310640309175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/2008/08/geocaching.html' title='Geocaching'/><author><name>LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985661468937872902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02294800974138985020'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SKF_5QFCtzI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/r-hia7_ZP24/s72-c/DSC04126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617076690479366081.post-592583971590796487</id><published>2008-08-07T19:46:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T19:48:17.022+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The day I suspect that I have something wrong with my liver because I'm an irresponsible idiot who drinks too much my gran gets bloody sent to hospital because of hers... shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617076690479366081-592583971590796487?l=lauranpaikka.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/feeds/592583971590796487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617076690479366081&amp;postID=592583971590796487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/592583971590796487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/592583971590796487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/2008/08/irony-sucks.html' title='Irony sucks'/><author><name>LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985661468937872902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02294800974138985020'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617076690479366081.post-2743538110045034230</id><published>2008-08-07T19:44:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T19:46:06.743+03:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Postcrossing Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJsmcQX-6YI/AAAAAAAAAvI/betZJzacYVc/s1600-h/Postcrossing005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJsmcQX-6YI/AAAAAAAAAvI/betZJzacYVc/s400/Postcrossing005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231817658994715010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yay! This one is from Weedland... Emma told me to lick the stamp to see if I could get hight... I didn't (lick the stamp that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617076690479366081-2743538110045034230?l=lauranpaikka.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/feeds/2743538110045034230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617076690479366081&amp;postID=2743538110045034230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/2743538110045034230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/2743538110045034230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/2008/08/3rd-postcrossing-card.html' title='3rd Postcrossing Card'/><author><name>LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985661468937872902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02294800974138985020'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJsmcQX-6YI/AAAAAAAAAvI/betZJzacYVc/s72-c/Postcrossing005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617076690479366081.post-4386660218799967507</id><published>2008-08-06T11:39:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T11:54:20.476+03:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Postcrossing Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJlkAsbTPGI/AAAAAAAAAvA/hWdKbGwUCdw/s1600-h/Postcrossing002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJlkAsbTPGI/AAAAAAAAAvA/hWdKbGwUCdw/s400/Postcrossing002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231322405255986274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woohoo! Second Postcrossing card! This one is from Sofia who lives in Portugal. See delicious picture of Portugese delicacies mmm... seafood... *drool* She suggested we should trade recipes which sounds like a super idea. Mmmm... Portugese food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617076690479366081-4386660218799967507?l=lauranpaikka.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/feeds/4386660218799967507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617076690479366081&amp;postID=4386660218799967507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/4386660218799967507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/4386660218799967507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/2008/08/2nd-postcrossing-card.html' title='2nd Postcrossing Card'/><author><name>LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985661468937872902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02294800974138985020'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJlkAsbTPGI/AAAAAAAAAvA/hWdKbGwUCdw/s72-c/Postcrossing002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617076690479366081.post-143657543474616459</id><published>2008-08-06T11:23:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T11:37:54.907+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready for the Cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been knitting myself some leg warmers and finally got one finished the night before. So, basically I only have 1 leg warmer so far. I was watching TV with the dog and fitting the leg warmer on my leg. After a while I got bored of that and decided that the dog wanted to try it on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJlirH9KrtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/kcsOxZhprLc/s1600-h/DSC04086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJlirH9KrtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/kcsOxZhprLc/s320/DSC04086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231320935177039570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1st we tried the head/neck scarf model. But I don't think Bobby liked that one much since his ears were covered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJlirKm_yuI/AAAAAAAAAu4/wQVSFYF77io/s1600-h/DSC04100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJlirKm_yuI/AAAAAAAAAu4/wQVSFYF77io/s320/DSC04100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231320935889357538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, then we tried the poncho model and that seemed to satisfy him more. Sooo guess I'll be knitting 3 leg warmers in anticipation for -30C weather.&lt;/span&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/2617076690479366081-143657543474616459?l=lauranpaikka.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/feeds/143657543474616459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617076690479366081&amp;postID=143657543474616459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/143657543474616459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/143657543474616459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/2008/08/getting-ready-for-cold.html' title='Getting Ready for the Cold'/><author><name>LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985661468937872902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02294800974138985020'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJlirH9KrtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/kcsOxZhprLc/s72-c/DSC04086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617076690479366081.post-334922518839347692</id><published>2008-08-05T19:38:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:46:44.265+03:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Postcrossing Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJiCZWzD7MI/AAAAAAAAAuo/5RKBcRx2mw0/s1600-h/Postcrossing001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJiCZWzD7MI/AAAAAAAAAuo/5RKBcRx2mw0/s400/Postcrossing001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231074339318918338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I got my first &lt;a href="http://www.postcrossing.com"&gt;Postcrossing&lt;/a&gt; card! It came from Berlin, Germany from a Brasilian café mmmm... *drool* food *drool*&lt;br /&gt;Jördis (the person who sent me the card) suggested two artists I should check out: &lt;a href="http://www.camille-music.com"&gt;Camille&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.antonyandthejohnsons.com"&gt;Antony and the Johnsons&lt;/a&gt;. Both were good but I totally dig Camille! She is so going on my next 10 ten hype list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617076690479366081-334922518839347692?l=lauranpaikka.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/feeds/334922518839347692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617076690479366081&amp;postID=334922518839347692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/334922518839347692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/334922518839347692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/2008/08/1st-postcrossing-card.html' title='1st Postcrossing Card'/><author><name>LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985661468937872902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02294800974138985020'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJiCZWzD7MI/AAAAAAAAAuo/5RKBcRx2mw0/s72-c/Postcrossing001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617076690479366081.post-228642862044101713</id><published>2008-08-05T13:51:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:46:44.756+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Creamy Tuna Spaghetti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJgzhQuXVvI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/cDNe7Az8fJw/s1600-h/Spagh1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJgzhQuXVvI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/cDNe7Az8fJw/s320/Spagh1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230987613708965618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after the fish and chips disaster (the fish plummeted down to the fry basket and got stuck) I decided that I would do something I knew how to do... i.e. tuna spaghetti. Samuli doesn't really like tuna and then he went on a rant about how fish and spaghetti/pizza/Italian food does not go together. Pfft... so I had to prove him wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJgzhvy-PbI/AAAAAAAAAuY/bOXsA5JMm9M/s1600-h/Spagh2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJgzhvy-PbI/AAAAAAAAAuY/bOXsA5JMm9M/s320/Spagh2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230987622049791410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I boiled the spaghetti al dente and poured out most of the water. Then I put some garlic, tomatoes, olive oil, salt and pepper into a small pot and heated until the tomatoes and garlic went all mushy. Then I took some cream cheese and threw it in with the pasta. Added a can of tuna to the mushy tomato mixture. Mixed the cream cheese until it melted into the pasta while heating the other mixture. Then poured the sauce into the pasta pot and mixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJgziHJZ_SI/AAAAAAAAAug/2GHY-RUSS4U/s1600-h/Spagh3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJgziHJZ_SI/AAAAAAAAAug/2GHY-RUSS4U/s320/Spagh3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230987628317900066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well. I liked it... AND Samuli said he liked it too! Although I suspect he was a little intimidated by the fork I was waving at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617076690479366081-228642862044101713?l=lauranpaikka.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/feeds/228642862044101713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617076690479366081&amp;postID=228642862044101713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/228642862044101713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/228642862044101713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/2008/08/creamy-tuna-spaghetti.html' title='Creamy Tuna Spaghetti'/><author><name>LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985661468937872902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02294800974138985020'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJgzhQuXVvI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/cDNe7Az8fJw/s72-c/Spagh1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617076690479366081.post-2795675365524633139</id><published>2008-08-03T11:45:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:46:45.151+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Smooth and Sweet Southern Iced Tea</title><content type='html'>Last week I was walking the dog and listening to food podcasts, as always. And Evan Kleinman of KCRW Good Food was interviewing Chef Martha Hall Foose about Southern sweet tea. It sounded really good since Finland sucks for finding good ice tea. I mean in Switzerland you could get it in bottles everywhere and also that powdered stuff from Migros. I always buy tens of those ice tea packets when I go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJV7oklbQGI/AAAAAAAAAt4/uSFq3Mu4prM/s1600-h/Saturday"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJV7oklbQGI/AAAAAAAAAt4/uSFq3Mu4prM/s320/Saturday" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230222479206334562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's been really hot over here lately and I've really been craving for something refreshing and preferably non-alcoholic (for the time being). So this whole interview couldn't have come at a better time. I mean I've been wondering how to make ice tea without getting all the bitter taste that comes when simply letting tea go cold. I searched the internet and found out the secret ingredient and it is... BAKING SODA! Yes, it makes tea smooth and gives it a nice dark color! The recipe I used was one I got from &lt;a href="http://www.allrecipes.com/"&gt;AllRecipies&lt;/a&gt; called &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Smooth-Sweet-Tea/Detail.aspx"&gt;Smooth Sweet Tea&lt;/a&gt;. I decided to make it with mint tea bags and it turned out really good! I didn't think it was too sweet and the baking soda worked wonders. So yes I can say I'm a fan of Southern Iced Tea and will be making loads of this stuff for the rest of the summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJV9U7m1JKI/AAAAAAAAAuI/vCbLBP2P8hE/s1600-h/mosaic8118174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJV9U7m1JKI/AAAAAAAAAuI/vCbLBP2P8hE/s320/mosaic8118174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230224340812113058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="external-link" href="http://www.marthafoose.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617076690479366081-2795675365524633139?l=lauranpaikka.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/feeds/2795675365524633139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617076690479366081&amp;postID=2795675365524633139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/2795675365524633139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/2795675365524633139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/2008/08/smooth-and-sweet-southern-iced-tea.html' title='Smooth and Sweet Southern Iced Tea'/><author><name>LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985661468937872902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02294800974138985020'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJV7oklbQGI/AAAAAAAAAt4/uSFq3Mu4prM/s72-c/Saturday' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617076690479366081.post-1820728204155670219</id><published>2008-08-03T00:32:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:46:45.277+03:00</updated><title type='text'>And for those who care...</title><content type='html'>... here is my leg post-graduation party i.e. after I went running up the outhouse stairs and on and on and on and on into the mess of prickly bushes and things beyond. (Yes, I am aware that I haven't shaved for several months...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTS8NlOniI/AAAAAAAAAtw/-eXz8pk9_rE/s1600-h/DSC03686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTS8NlOniI/AAAAAAAAAtw/-eXz8pk9_rE/s320/DSC03686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230036999163780642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a bruised knee... and a weirdo bruise on my upper arm... hmmmm... My dad is right, I am a bit of a moron when I'm drunk... heh heh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617076690479366081-1820728204155670219?l=lauranpaikka.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/feeds/1820728204155670219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617076690479366081&amp;postID=1820728204155670219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/1820728204155670219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/1820728204155670219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-for-those-who-care.html' title='And for those who care...'/><author><name>LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985661468937872902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02294800974138985020'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTS8NlOniI/AAAAAAAAAtw/-eXz8pk9_rE/s72-c/DSC03686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617076690479366081.post-6657959445803760505</id><published>2008-08-02T23:23:00.017+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:46:49.071+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Evening Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since I spent most of Bobby's birthday (yesterday) feeling dizzy, throwing up, groaning about a headache and menstruating today we decided to do something special. We got pizza from KotiPizza. Samuli got the Berlusconi (a shameless reference to his comment on Finnish food) pizza which had smoked reindeer, chantarelles and red onion. I opted for the Parmiamo, prosciutto, rocket (arugula), cherry tomatoes and Parmesan cheese. My pizza was damn good. I finished it all! And that's unusual for me because I don't usually like pizza that much. Bobby on the other hand devoured bits of crust and Ceasar gourmet dog food whilst playing (or rather running away from) his birthday toy, a red chewy frisbee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after lunch/dinner we did what any nice respectable family would do on the weekend... We went for a nice evening walk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTG9uO84UI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Qe_4_NAb0a0/s1600-h/DSC03718_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTG9uO84UI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Qe_4_NAb0a0/s320/DSC03718_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230023830969049410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Setting out on our respectable family evening walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTG94ln9DI/AAAAAAAAAtg/5giVckQ6PVI/s1600-h/DSC03727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTG94ln9DI/AAAAAAAAAtg/5giVckQ6PVI/s320/DSC03727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230023833748501554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bobby sniffing some bush/signpost for 10 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTG-URcpHI/AAAAAAAAAto/VIRsJn_cTnM/s1600-h/DSC03736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTG-URcpHI/AAAAAAAAAto/VIRsJn_cTnM/s320/DSC03736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230023841180066930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn lamp posts! Why why oh why do there have to be so many of them!! And more importantly why do we have to stop, sniff, sniff, sniff, piss on every single one of them??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTGDw7b3eI/AAAAAAAAAsw/Dur3H5e_KJI/s1600-h/DSC03742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTGDw7b3eI/AAAAAAAAAsw/Dur3H5e_KJI/s320/DSC03742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230022835260087778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teaching Bobby to cross the road sensibly... not to run mindlessly in front of cars even if mommy is on the other side of the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTGEQZrVJI/AAAAAAAAAs4/FpOHWv3EFrI/s1600-h/DSC03764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTGEQZrVJI/AAAAAAAAAs4/FpOHWv3EFrI/s320/DSC03764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230022843708429458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doggy park FINALLY! After about 100 different bushes/posts/benches/other things that must be pee-ed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTGE7jotTI/AAAAAAAAAtA/kNu51zLXE6U/s1600-h/DSC03766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTGE7jotTI/AAAAAAAAAtA/kNu51zLXE6U/s320/DSC03766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230022855292925234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waiting around while Bobby and daddy have some fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTGFFUMRtI/AAAAAAAAAtI/pPz3Bif93ec/s1600-h/DSC03771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTGFFUMRtI/AAAAAAAAAtI/pPz3Bif93ec/s320/DSC03771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230022857912501970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Bobby and daddy having some fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTGFrnQ13I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/y5pjDt5mldg/s1600-h/DSC03777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTGFrnQ13I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/y5pjDt5mldg/s320/DSC03777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230022868193040242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTFze15TxI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/F6BXoLRLtaY/s1600-h/DSC03790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTFze15TxI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/F6BXoLRLtaY/s320/DSC03790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230022555527106322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daddy is worn out so Bobby goes to make his own fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTF0CX4GeI/AAAAAAAAAsg/AHJISU9hyJE/s1600-h/DSC03859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTF0CX4GeI/AAAAAAAAAsg/AHJISU9hyJE/s320/DSC03859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230022565064874466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... soooo mommy and daddy decide to have their own kind of fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTFz-mxSPI/AAAAAAAAAsY/qqqNZCJ58Ic/s1600-h/DSC03811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTFz-mxSPI/AAAAAAAAAsY/qqqNZCJ58Ic/s320/DSC03811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230022564053600498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... little Bobby doesn't notice a thing... too busy digging away... (which I know you're not supposed to let your dog do in the dog park... we filled it up before we left... honest!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTF0YdMhaI/AAAAAAAAAso/1IuBa0dXDpA/s1600-h/DSC03860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTF0YdMhaI/AAAAAAAAAso/1IuBa0dXDpA/s320/DSC03860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230022570992764322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...mommy and daddy continue with their fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTFIC1D-qI/AAAAAAAAAsA/LAkFbIIV284/s1600-h/DSC03869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTFIC1D-qI/AAAAAAAAAsA/LAkFbIIV284/s320/DSC03869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230021809273043618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...until suddenly they are... BUSTED!! Sneaky little baby we have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTFHhgr3tI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Pl-QciTxOYU/s1600-h/DSC03874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTFHhgr3tI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Pl-QciTxOYU/s320/DSC03874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230021800329207506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, I know we have a ferocious digging machine disguised as a dog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTE7AzZ3AI/AAAAAAAAArw/B9wX3LpxdcE/s1600-h/DSC03877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTE7AzZ3AI/AAAAAAAAArw/B9wX3LpxdcE/s320/DSC03877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230021585390918658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...even Samuli is confused by the ferocious digging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTE1iITUPI/AAAAAAAAAro/9ABRvH4dU0M/s1600-h/DSC03884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTE1iITUPI/AAAAAAAAAro/9ABRvH4dU0M/s320/DSC03884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230021491257725170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...but then, before we can call the vet Bobby returns back to normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, we decided it was time to leave the park with the nice holes that we filled in... honest! And started to make our way back home. But then suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTEo87XlJI/AAAAAAAAArY/0KeIcN-96aE/s1600-h/DSC03923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTEo87XlJI/AAAAAAAAArY/0KeIcN-96aE/s320/DSC03923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230021275112936594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... something rather disturbing caught Samuli's eye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTEtnmRzTI/AAAAAAAAArg/Kn283wdH10k/s1600-h/DSC03922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTEtnmRzTI/AAAAAAAAArg/Kn283wdH10k/s320/DSC03922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230021355286678834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... "OMG! WTF! ROFL! LOLZZ! Look at that lamp post" he yelled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTEetS2LZI/AAAAAAAAArQ/YJIFFWKlIZw/s1600-h/DSC03938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTEetS2LZI/AAAAAAAAArQ/YJIFFWKlIZw/s320/DSC03938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230021099117751698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... and there it was a magic crooked lamp post and when I went to lean on it everything changed to psychedelic retro mode...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTEUFqfccI/AAAAAAAAArI/zD1t1cX5w_E/s1600-h/DSC03950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTEUFqfccI/AAAAAAAAArI/zD1t1cX5w_E/s320/DSC03950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230020916680815042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...but thankfully I have a strong handsome fiancé who came to the rescue and tugged the lamp post back into place and everything came back to normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTEOFfQkDI/AAAAAAAAArA/fqnlKEs8fMQ/s1600-h/DSC03958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTEOFfQkDI/AAAAAAAAArA/fqnlKEs8fMQ/s320/DSC03958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230020813554487346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... or did it?? And more importantly did alcohol have some part in it??? (Surely not on a RESPECTABLE evening walk with the family!!)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTEIqrVSPI/AAAAAAAAAq4/_a2kGRB4V_w/s1600-h/DSC03963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTEIqrVSPI/AAAAAAAAAq4/_a2kGRB4V_w/s320/DSC03963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230020720458025202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...and sure enough, before we knew it retro mode came back when we were standing outside our corner store!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTEDDT9PTI/AAAAAAAAAqw/CSV6Jv_NWqo/s1600-h/DSC03976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTEDDT9PTI/AAAAAAAAAqw/CSV6Jv_NWqo/s320/DSC03976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230020623991651634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..thank goodness for Samuli's quick thinking as he swung into urban rapper mode and managed to get everything to go black and white...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTD4lQ7HyI/AAAAAAAAAqo/XLo7CURi6l8/s1600-h/DSC03989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTD4lQ7HyI/AAAAAAAAAqo/XLo7CURi6l8/s320/DSC03989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230020444127174434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...then we found some magic mold on a rosebush which in turn made everything go back to normal... YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617076690479366081-6657959445803760505?l=lauranpaikka.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/feeds/6657959445803760505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617076690479366081&amp;postID=6657959445803760505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/6657959445803760505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/6657959445803760505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/2008/08/saturday-evening-walk.html' title='Saturday Evening Walk'/><author><name>LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985661468937872902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02294800974138985020'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SJTG9uO84UI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Qe_4_NAb0a0/s72-c/DSC03718_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617076690479366081.post-4891702595115793480</id><published>2008-07-31T09:33:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T10:10:01.596+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last weekend we finally had my graduation party at our cottage in Mäntyharju. I spent most of the weeks before planning and trying out recipes since I had stubbornly decided to make the food myself (with the help of my mum and brother of course). So, you can imagine how I spent the last few days/nights slaving away in the kitchen making cupcakes, mini pies, preserving oven dried tomatoes, cooking savoury marmalades, marinating chicken drumsticks, salting fish...  When Friday came around I was tired and slightly stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning everyone was a bit cranky and it felt like our small cottage kitchen was about to burst. Luckily it was nice weather outside and we had loads of tables and seats in the shade. The party got off to a fairly slow start and I was getting a little nervous since only my three aunts and their families had arrived. To add to my anxiety my in-laws had just called and said they were still getting ready. They happen to live less than a kilometer away so I was counting on them to be the early birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People coming at different times was a good and bad thing since I was having some trouble keeping food warm, but at the same time was able to keep making new food as people came. We had a little 'tapas' table with all kinds of nuts, wasabi peas, sundried tomatoes, artichoke hearts... So, when people arrived I directed them there and then had time to check the other stations. Our main course was assorted salads (thanks mom), different smoked fish (thanks dad for going down the road to the local farmers shop), oven roasted salmon and chicken (thanks to me) and a bunch of other little things I can't remember right now. My brother who is working for a large food company got us ample amounts of cheese, juice and cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of booze I had made sure that we were well stocked since I had seen what lack of alcohol does to Finns at Elina &amp;amp; Janne's wedding. So when people were still arriving I was already very happy! And I think others were too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we had singing and jamming on the piano, sexophone and guitar... more eating and socializing. There were lots of little kids and babies and Bobby was having the time of his life running around with them. All in all the party went brilliantly in my opinion. Seeing as it started at around 12:00 on Saturday and people were still going at it past 2:00 Sunday I thought it was a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the all important awards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most Busy Person Award: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd&lt;/span&gt; place my brother for sourcing all the cheese, cakes, juice etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd&lt;/span&gt; place me for staying up the week prior prepping random food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st&lt;/span&gt; place for my mom who slaved away the week prior AND stayed up till 5 am(!!!) washing and cleaning up after us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Drunk Award:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a difficult one since we have so many many many good contenders however I have revised my notes and chosen there three fabulous/scary incidents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd&lt;/span&gt; place goes to my dad's colleague who asked him how many cows he would sell me for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd&lt;/span&gt; place goes to me for running after my brother-in-law up the outhouse stairs and on on on even though you should either (a) turn left for the outhouse door (b) stop running... and ended up sprawled behind the outhouse in a prickly bush wondering what happened. Bonus points: my mom saw the whole thing and wondered were I was going and why I suddenly disappeared (thanks mom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st &lt;/span&gt;place goes to our 50+ year-old close family friend who frolicked around naked. Walked around the table where my bro, fiancé and brother-in-law were sitting (twice), sat down and began to pee (yes while sitting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes a good party and photos will follow. I had no time to take any between slaving away and getting drunk so I must wait for guests to send some my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617076690479366081-4891702595115793480?l=lauranpaikka.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/feeds/4891702595115793480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617076690479366081&amp;postID=4891702595115793480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/4891702595115793480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/4891702595115793480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/2008/07/graduation-party.html' title='Graduation Party'/><author><name>LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985661468937872902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02294800974138985020'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617076690479366081.post-1905755366913637531</id><published>2008-07-22T10:00:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:46:50.411+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Up North</title><content type='html'>Last weekend we set on our yearly road trip up North to see my grandparents. Basically this means 1000 km in a car with my family, being force fed delicious food and remembering that my grandmother prefers boys over girls.&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at many weird roadside flea markets and attractions on the way up to Vaasa (where my brother is working this summer). This included some flea market my dad bought a straw stetson hat from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SIWIgwf5ImI/AAAAAAAAApo/-cUhH4_qsMI/s1600-h/DSC03657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SIWIgwf5ImI/AAAAAAAAApo/-cUhH4_qsMI/s320/DSC03657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225733038989189730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some herb garden that makes all kinds of strange potions out of different plants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SIWI8bQcjEI/AAAAAAAAApw/QhZ9oYGRCTM/s1600-h/DSC03574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SIWI8bQcjEI/AAAAAAAAApw/QhZ9oYGRCTM/s320/DSC03574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225733514323594306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a roadside cheese factory where my dad milked a fake cow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SIWKHPsP2mI/AAAAAAAAAp4/aWqqfNmlrCc/s1600-h/DSC03578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SIWKHPsP2mI/AAAAAAAAAp4/aWqqfNmlrCc/s320/DSC03578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225734799709166178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited my brothers girlfriend Emma's family in Vaasa when we picked him up. They had some freaking delicious strawberry cakes that were honestly to die for! Then we continued on our way to Raahe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we decided to go shopping in the wonderfully huge *cough* town of Raahe... only the whole town seemed to close at 14. My dad and Tom saw a bird fly into a window and we tried to get it back on its feet/wings. When we were leaving its mom was checking up on it and it seemed to be recovering... maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SIWKe8JQzCI/AAAAAAAAAqA/b_Ka0tiK1W8/s1600-h/DSC03652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SIWKe8JQzCI/AAAAAAAAAqA/b_Ka0tiK1W8/s320/DSC03652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225735206779014178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the evening we made our traditional trip to the beaches of Raahe. And the next morning we were on our way back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SIWKsgv2T4I/AAAAAAAAAqI/AJu4R80lgHY/s1600-h/_DSC1304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SIWKsgv2T4I/AAAAAAAAAqI/AJu4R80lgHY/s320/_DSC1304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225735439942832002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SIWK2HW22CI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/aHr-q_HiG2g/s1600-h/DSC01357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SIWK2HW22CI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/aHr-q_HiG2g/s320/DSC01357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225735604925814818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SIWLCTW9ucI/AAAAAAAAAqY/_kfoVkvIC8Q/s1600-h/_DSC1384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SIWLCTW9ucI/AAAAAAAAAqY/_kfoVkvIC8Q/s320/_DSC1384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225735814305921474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617076690479366081-1905755366913637531?l=lauranpaikka.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/feeds/1905755366913637531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617076690479366081&amp;postID=1905755366913637531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/1905755366913637531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/1905755366913637531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/2008/07/up-north.html' title='Up North'/><author><name>LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985661468937872902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02294800974138985020'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SIWIgwf5ImI/AAAAAAAAApo/-cUhH4_qsMI/s72-c/DSC03657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617076690479366081.post-159775719732449671</id><published>2008-07-22T09:53:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T09:58:31.570+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Hype List</title><content type='html'>1. "Pikku Huopalahti" Pariisin Kevät&lt;br /&gt;2. "Rakastaa ja Tulla Rakastetuksi"Aleksi Ojala&lt;br /&gt;3. "Manic" Plumb&lt;br /&gt;4. "Social Butterfly" Kim Herold&lt;br /&gt;5. "Sunny Day" Kristiina Wheeler&lt;br /&gt;6. "Miss Blue" Vincent&lt;br /&gt;7. "I Eat Dinner (When the Hunger's Gone)" Rufus Wainwright feat. Dido&lt;br /&gt;8. "Play" Flunk&lt;br /&gt;9. "Korkokengät" Stella&lt;br /&gt;10. "Hole In My Shoe" Traffic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617076690479366081-159775719732449671?l=lauranpaikka.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/feeds/159775719732449671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617076690479366081&amp;postID=159775719732449671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/159775719732449671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/159775719732449671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/2008/07/top-10-hype-list_22.html' title='Top 10 Hype List'/><author><name>LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985661468937872902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02294800974138985020'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617076690479366081.post-6639837477728729196</id><published>2008-07-17T12:30:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:46:51.210+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcakes! Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SH8UtE_7xoI/AAAAAAAAApY/8HxGVGKBJ5U/s1600-h/DSC03544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SH8UtE_7xoI/AAAAAAAAApY/8HxGVGKBJ5U/s400/DSC03544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223916857441633922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I made cupcakes again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since I'm pretty much graduated (still waiting for the official paper) we're holding a party next Saturday... AND you're all invited! My dad freaked out because he thinks parties are too much hassle and he wanted to hire a caterer which to me defeats the whole point of having a darn party. Call me old fashioned, strange or just plane insane but I LOVE it when people taste something I've made and then compliment that. I think complimenting my food is one of the nicest compliments I can get :) Plus I'm on a diet. Someone actually thought I was pregnant! That and my dad is constantly on my case to loose some weight. So at the mo' I'm just trying to get the 'perfect' weight for my height (1.58m) which apparently is about 53kg... Basically instead of eating so much I'm cooking a lot! It's somewhat therapeutic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SH8UaUZ7stI/AAAAAAAAApI/STIkQgLF0t8/s1600-h/DSC03540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SH8UaUZ7stI/AAAAAAAAApI/STIkQgLF0t8/s320/DSC03540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223916535159698130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, like I said... I MADE CUPCAKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SH8U2eRu3pI/AAAAAAAAApg/Z32znhhntHs/s1600-h/DSC03545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SH8U2eRu3pI/AAAAAAAAApg/Z32znhhntHs/s320/DSC03545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223917018845994642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought I would try something more challenging than the basic cupcake with cute frosting. I found this awesome sounding cupcake from the most awesome &lt;a href="http://www.cupcakeblog.com/index.php/2006/12/cherry-vanilla-cupcakes?p=50"&gt;CupcakeBlog&lt;/a&gt; I mean it's a CHAI CHOCOLATE CUPCAKE! I mean mmmm.... damn that can't be bad! And they weren't bad at all even if I say so myself :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617076690479366081-6639837477728729196?l=lauranpaikka.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/feeds/6639837477728729196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617076690479366081&amp;postID=6639837477728729196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/6639837477728729196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/6639837477728729196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/2008/07/cupcakes-again.html' title='Cupcakes! Again...'/><author><name>LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985661468937872902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02294800974138985020'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evQOhSHDohs/SH8UtE_7xoI/AAAAAAAAApY/8HxGVGKBJ5U/s72-c/DSC03544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617076690479366081.post-5079518831534557174</id><published>2008-07-16T10:53:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T11:05:14.860+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Hype List</title><content type='html'>1. "Play" Flunk&lt;br /&gt;2. "Breathe Me" Sia&lt;br /&gt;3. "I Eat Dinner (When the Hunger's Gone)" Rufus Wainwright feat. Dido&lt;br /&gt;4. "Miss Blue" Vincent&lt;br /&gt;5. "Toy Soldier" Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;6. "A Rainy Day in Vancouver" Dirk Reichardt&lt;br /&gt;7. "Something Good This Way Comes" Jakob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;8. "Paper Bag" Fiona Apple&lt;br /&gt;9. "Lemon" Katy Rose&lt;br /&gt;10. "Tap That" Megan McCauley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ "You Got The Light" Beats And Styles feat. Elastinen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617076690479366081-5079518831534557174?l=lauranpaikka.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/feeds/5079518831534557174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617076690479366081&amp;postID=5079518831534557174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/5079518831534557174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/5079518831534557174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/2008/07/top-10-hype-list.html' title='Top 10 Hype List'/><author><name>LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985661468937872902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02294800974138985020'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617076690479366081.post-7390771730483517605</id><published>2008-06-24T10:37:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T11:04:06.027+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Juhannus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Friday was midsummer, which apparently doesn't mean much fun if you're outside the Nordic countries (unless you're part of some pagan cult). In Finland however it is just another excuse to get insanely wasted. I mean in a country where I bet over half the population has an alcohol problem alcohol sales in the state run Alko go up 70%. And then people light bonfires and drown themselves. Oh yeah and look for trouble in the form of drunken brawls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Juhannus options were: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; civilized Juhannus spent with my parents grilling good food and having a few beers and wine &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; semi-civilized Juhannus spent trying to get my fiancé's parent drunk and maybe going to see the bonfire + local 'barn dance' +over 50's brawl &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; going to a club and getting wasted &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; doing the teenager thing and going to someones trashed out house to watch past out 14 year olds try to have drunken sex. We opted for number 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuli's grandfather promised we could use his cottage but in the end everyone was way too drunk to make it there. We ended up going to some girls trashed out house pressured by my sister-in-law (Sonja) and  Samuli's cousin Elina (the one with the babies). So you see I was not intentionally searching to see wasted kids try to fondle each other. It just so happens that I had enough beer + wine in my system to feel like busting in on them to give them a lecture on cheating, unprotected sex and teenage drunkenness. End result was that despite my lecture they probably did something dirty when we left them to it. I also got some girls number because she thought I was nice... LOL. She was nice too in this "I've just met you but feels like we've been friends since 1st grade" sort of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After most of the people there either rolled home or went off to the local bar we (Samuli, Sonja and me) decided to slowly make our way back to Samuli's grandfather's cottage, which was EMPTY. No drunken teens no anyone apart from us. Since Sonja was hyped on some alcohol she was going on about how everyone has to come there to continue partying. Everyone turned out to be Lari (Samuli's brother) and his girlfriend and Elina's husband. So, what to do when you have a mostly related group of young adults? Play spin the bottle of course. With emphasis on no actual daring and more "who would you rather have sex with" questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point during the night I managed to slip on the wonky unstable front steps of the cottage (running back from the outhouse in the dark rain) and hurt my leg. Which bled all over my white stockings. Pfft... So, in the end it was a fairly interesting Juhannus. Next year Sonja will be 18 so it should be less teen. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617076690479366081-7390771730483517605?l=lauranpaikka.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/feeds/7390771730483517605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617076690479366081&amp;postID=7390771730483517605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/7390771730483517605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/7390771730483517605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/2008/06/juhannus.html' title='Juhannus'/><author><name>LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985661468937872902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02294800974138985020'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617076690479366081.post-6928196835689090168</id><published>2008-06-17T11:07:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T11:13:35.696+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Hype List</title><content type='html'>1.  "One" Epik High feat. 지선&lt;br /&gt;2. "Fan" Epik High&lt;br /&gt;3. "Warwick Avenue" Duffy&lt;br /&gt;4. "Tap That" Megan McCauley&lt;br /&gt;5. "Skinny" Lo-Rider&lt;br /&gt;6."Stay Away" Silly Fools&lt;br /&gt;7. "Music" Epik High feat. K.will&lt;br /&gt;8. "One (Planet Silver Remix)" Epik High&lt;br /&gt;9. "Before You Know It" Adam Tensta&lt;br /&gt;10. "?" Armchair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617076690479366081-6928196835689090168?l=lauranpaikka.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/feeds/6928196835689090168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617076690479366081&amp;postID=6928196835689090168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/6928196835689090168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/6928196835689090168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/2008/06/top-10-hype-list.html' title='Top 10 Hype List'/><author><name>LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985661468937872902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02294800974138985020'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617076690479366081.post-2437869419508818198</id><published>2008-06-17T02:41:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T03:13:01.074+03:00</updated><title type='text'>What time is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's time to almost throw up. Must be the combination of little sleep, 2+ beers a day thing I've had going on for almost 3 weeks, emotional damage, general delusions and never ending philosophy essay. All these issues also account for the twisted weirdo semi seasonal emotions I've been having about 'someone'. I've noticed that these phases of hyper obsessiveness coincide with times of struggle and also the two times I actually had hope (with him)... argh... whatever I don't care. Stupid stupid stupid person! I mean why does he think it's OK to periodically come and screw around with my emotions in my dreams. WTF?! It's all because I had to think that the accident, it could have been him... and then I was selfish enough to think that it can't be him because if it was I would be devastated because I really really really like him. And what sucks even more is that I'm supposed to like him, but I'm not quite sure in what way. I preferred it when I really didn't like him. And for a long time I didn't. It'd been such a long time since I actually thought about him (weird as it may seem since I do see him fairly regularly), that it only registered now that he has a girlfriend. Which means he's taken too. And even though it really shouldn't bother me it does in away because on some level it makes me jealous but then again on some level that's OK. I mean we've been hanging out in the same group of friends for quite some time and I was really used to having him around and now he's always off somewhere and I never see him! And I guess I just realized how much his company means to me, that he's almost like family and I miss hanging out with him. I mean bottom line is in my dreams I REALLY like him, but when I'm awake I like him kind of like a brother and the feelings I have about him in my dreams seem almost revolting (in an incest sort of way, not like he's hideously abominable or anything). But recently with the stress of trying to graduate, late nights, booze and my already over emotional weeks it seems like the emotions from my dreams are creeping up on me when I'm awake and that's just freaky wrong. Ew. Then today I was reminiscing, flipping through my photo album, trying to find memories about Lauri I could cling on to. So, I found these picture from this party from 'the summer I was a slut' and hooked up with half a town and there we are posing like dorks and I love that picture... So yes I hope I can get this degree done with so I can go back to being NORMAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617076690479366081-2437869419508818198?l=lauranpaikka.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/feeds/2437869419508818198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617076690479366081&amp;postID=2437869419508818198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/2437869419508818198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/2437869419508818198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-time-is-it.html' title='What time is it?'/><author><name>LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985661468937872902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02294800974138985020'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617076690479366081.post-4700040732660279561</id><published>2008-06-17T01:34:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T02:31:13.769+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember the Good Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This year there were two people graduating from our insanely extended family, Samuli's cousin Lauri and Lauri's sister's husband Janne. In Finland everyone graduates from high school on the same day and this year it was the 31st of May. We were all looking forward to a fun weekend in Mäntyharju circulating from house to house to attend the parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Thursday before was a beautiful day. The sun was shining so brightly and Samuli got home from work early enough to take Bobby for a walk. When he came back he said something about Bobby falling into the river and went straight to the bathroom. When I came out of the bedroom to ask what exactly had happened I realized he had left the front door wide open, typically not something he would do, even in the instance of a soaking wet dog. We washed Bobby and then I fussed about drying him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there I was sitting on our bedroom floor blow drying Bobby enjoying the sun shining though the window when Samuli comes into the room. And then he said something like "well there is only one graduation party this weekend". The first thought that crossed my mind was oh did one of the boys screw up. I mean Janne has two kids (!!) and I mean I had a hard enough time graduating without changing diapers and hanging out at maternity courses. So, of course I was thinking along the lines of haha who screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then Samuli goes on and I don't get how I heard it but by the time he had finished the sentence my mind was already blank. Like I seriously cannot remember him saying the words however I just knew that there was something about Lauri and an accident. As cliché as it may sound I felt like I was in one of those dreams where you're looking at yourself from the outside. Everything sort of froze and I was for some reason focusing on staring intently out the window. I was thinking NO that can't be right it's too beautiful for anything like that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even know how Lauri was and I was already crying. I don't even remember when I started but I managed to ask Samuli if Lauri was OK. I guess he wasn't ready to actually say it yet because all he said was "he got hit by a truck, what do you think" and I knew I had thought right. Even though deep down I knew Lauri was dead at the same time my mind was going "this is some kind of joke! It's got to be! I mean he's graduating this weekend!" After I had cried some more Samuli said he was going to go donate blood, something he does on a regular basis but seemed to be spurned by the events, and asked if I was going to call my family or would I like him to do it. I told him I could manage and he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling my mum was really hard. I'd called her the day before crying about some pathetic little thing and I was so sure that she would think I was calling her again about it and that made it so much worse. I knew that the fact that I was crying when I called her wasn't going to prepare her for what I had to say. I could tell from her voice that she thought I was calling her to whine about some lame problem and I really wanted to say no no no this is so much worse but I ended up blurting it out. I realized how calling my brother would be so much worse since he would think I was kidding and I really didn't want to spend 15 minutes on the phone going "no really I'm not joking!" so I asked mum if she could call dad and my brother for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was a blur. I didn't do much the work I was intending to get done which was a pain since I am hoping to graduate soon. In fact my whole plan for an intensive last few weeks flew out the window. I know that maybe my supervisors and coordinators would have been more sympathetic if they knew but for some reason I just couldn't/can't bring myself to tell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday we drove up to Mäntyharju with my mum and saw Samuli's family for the first time since and later in the evening we drove to see Lauri's parents and his girlfriend. I cried so much. So much that I thought I couldn't cry anymore, but I was so wrong. Every time I've hugged Lauri's mum or girlfriend or sister or aunt or my boyfriends dad etc... it just starts all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we left we drove to where it happened. That's when it got more real. I mean how much more real can tire marks, bits of car, flowers and candles make it? And yet it was so unreal standing there with his oldest sister and brother, Samuli, my mum and his aunt with someone saying how he'd been all covered in blood and there was no way any ambulance could have come quick enough to save him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday was the funeral. And I don't know why but I couldn't cry anymore. I had cried it all out the day before when we were driving up to Mäntyharju. Before it had only been sad tears but this time I was so angry. I wanted to yell the way his sister had at the crash site, "why did you take him away!" I mean he was our little Lauri... Our little Lauri with his whole life ahead of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I'd known him for 7 years. And although I didn't know him that well we spent all our holidays hanging out and in the end I have so many memories. I hate seeing all the people that were close to him hurting so bad. In the end it's not only Lauri that's gone, but a piece of all those people who had the pleasure of knowing him and that's what hurts the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617076690479366081-4700040732660279561?l=lauranpaikka.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/feeds/4700040732660279561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617076690479366081&amp;postID=4700040732660279561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/4700040732660279561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/4700040732660279561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/2008/06/remember-good-times.html' title='Remember the Good Times'/><author><name>LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985661468937872902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02294800974138985020'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617076690479366081.post-5056560350189256323</id><published>2008-06-16T22:35:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:59:16.740+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Country Are Your Top 50 Artists From?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The top 50 is taken from my Last.fm scrobbled tracks (excluding all radio shows/podcasts). OK I listen to a lot of crap I know I know I KNOW!!! But everyone knew that already... still I was slightly surprised that some of these artists made my top 50. In my defense for a while my iPod wasn't scrobbling my tracks and of course I listen to serious artists with talent on there so *cough* those guys are somewhere down the list... honestly *cough* ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;USA:&lt;/span&gt; Tori Amos, James Taylor, Ashlee Simpson, Linkin Park, Boyce Avenue, Fall Out Boy, Shiny Toy Guns, Rascal Flatts, Britney Spears, Paramore, Kelly Clarkson, Jack's Mannequin, Dixie Chicks, Johnny Cash, Nick Lachey, Madonna, Christina Aguilera, Suzanne Vega, Fergie, Panic! At The Disco, Foo Fighters, Puddle of Mud &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finland:&lt;/span&gt; PMMP, Leevi and the Leavings, Turmion Kätilöt, Rajaton, Antti Tuisku, Olavi Uusivirta &amp;amp; Paula Vesala, Scandinavian Music Group, Stella, Jani Wickholm, Eleanoora Rosenholm, Sunrise Avenue, Poets of the Fall, Maija Vilkkumaa, Brightboy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweden:&lt;/span&gt; Amy Diamond, Basshunter &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;England:&lt;/span&gt; Amy Winehouse, Sugarbabes &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ireland:&lt;/span&gt; Boyzone &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scotland:&lt;/span&gt; Amy Mcdonald &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wales:&lt;/span&gt; Duffy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canada:&lt;/span&gt; Avril Lavigne &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;France:&lt;/span&gt; Alizée &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barbados:&lt;/span&gt; Rihanna &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Germany:&lt;/span&gt; 666 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Russia:&lt;/span&gt; t.A.T.u. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Zeland:&lt;/span&gt; Bic Runga &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Australia:&lt;/span&gt; Pendulum &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617076690479366081-5056560350189256323?l=lauranpaikka.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/feeds/5056560350189256323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617076690479366081&amp;postID=5056560350189256323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/5056560350189256323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617076690479366081/posts/default/5056560350189256323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauranpaikka.blogspot.com/2008/06/which-country-are-your-top-50-artists.html' title='Which Country Are Your Top 50 Artists From?'/><author><name>LaLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985661468937872902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02294800974138985020'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>