It is unacceptable to bring food- and by food I don't mean pretzels. I mean a full lunch; sandwich, orange, banana, etc- and eat it during a seminar when other people are trapped in the room, about to go out of their minds from the sound of your chewing and the yucky banana-smell of your banana. It is unacceptable. You may eat before seminars, and you may eat after seminars. If there is a break in the seminar, you are welcome to go into the hallway and enjoy your bananas.
There are no exceptions.

Less is More, Theoretically. In Actuality, Though, More is Definately More.

I'm going to start a petition to have cologne registered as a weapon or regulated as a controlled substance. It is entirely possible to asphxiate someone by wearing too much. I'm learning that as we speak. And I'm outside. This is a serious case.

The Al Gore Game

Rob and I are always trying to come up with ways to harrass each other and generally make the other person seethe. So the other day we watched "An Inconvenient Truth", which was depressing and end-of-the-worldy and all, so we thought, we recycle and all, but we should recycle.. more.. or something. Anyways, what ended up happening was this:
I walk into a room and Rob left the fan on. So I say:
"Hey, Rob"
"Yeah, Laura"
"Al Gore called. He wants to know why you're leaving the fan on and making the world cry. Maybe you left it on to dry it's tears?"

Or

"Hey Rob, I'm going to go to Old Navy"
"You're going to drive over to Old Navy?"
"Yeah"
"Okay. Call Al Gore on the way and explain to him why you don't care about your children's future, would you?"

"You make Al Gore cry" is pretty much a regular part of our conversations now.
I highly recommmend this game. It's a family-friendly way to save the earth while completely getting the better of your spouse.

Rock, Paper, This Guy Is My Soulmate (sorry Rob, you're cool too!)

It's best if I never meet this guy, I feel as if we would get along a little too well.

Then again, Rob did call me rabbit face.

Commence Lameness.

It looks as if we've all finally graduated from college. In two weekends, the power duos of Ryan/Jen and Joe/Erin will be relocating from the Kzoo area to areas an hour or so away. You may (or may not) recall that Rob and I were also attempting to relocate but, due to job locations, we appear to be staying for at least another year.
This is sad. What about game nights? What about Girls' Night Thursdays? What about Gallaghers Fridays, Harvey's Tuesdays and Lost Night Wednesdays? Okay, in all fairness, we only did Lost Night Wednesdays a few times. But nonetheless.
There are good things about moving, (clearly, or Rob and I wouldn't be trying to do it, too), and I am particularly happy for Joe/Erin who now not only get to finally live in the same state, but get to get out of Kzoo as well. But this is the part where we all have to make actual effort to get together rather than "Hey, meet me at OP in 10 minutes."
Now what am I supposed to do? Work? Watch TV? Join a Master Gardening class?
I am selfish, but I am selfish with genuine love.

Could you be! The most byoo-tiful girl(s) in the world!

Always classy, you'll notice the 24-karat Tiffany's hairtie around my wrist. It looks as if it's supposed to be there because it's the same color as my dress, but really, it's a 10 cent Goody hairtie. Further proof that you can take the girl out of Rite Aid, but you can't take the Rite Aid out of the girl.

Also, this reminds me of this conversation the other day:

Me: Rob, I don't have a rabbit-y face, do I?
Rob: ... A little bit, honey.

Note to those wishing to stay married, please don't follow Rob's example.

Contest Upset! Ryan Disqualified! FAKES?! PLAYING WHILE GROUNDED?!

In a surprising turn of events, Ryan was disqualified in the mascot contest.
We here at Lolalou.com are sad to throw the character of Ryan into scrutiny by revealing that some have called into question the authenticity of Ryan's pictures.
In an effort to assist Ryan and prove his innocence, I asked him to identify the names of the cheerleaders he is shown with in the pictures.
Ryan made a half-hearted (slightly pathetic) attempt to answer below is the transcript of our conversation.
Me: Ryan, some believe that the cheerleader photograph was a stock image. Please prove them wrong, by reciting for us their names.
Ryan: Um.. Brittany, Tiffany... Stephanie?
Me: What about the rest of them?
Ryan: They're all named Brittany, Tiffany or Stephanie.

That seemed somewhat logical to me, so I came back him with the allegations of a noticeable 'glow' around him in some of the pictures which opponents claim is the work of Photoshop.
Ryan then claimed to be, and I quote "an angel".
Ryan: Yeah, it's just always kind of been there. I guess I'm blessed.

But Ryan wasn't blessed, apparently, as I later received an anonymous tip from his father-in-law, Mr. Rick D., that Ryan was actually grounded during the time that those pictures were supposedly taken, by Rick himself.

For shame, Ryan.

And so, the new co-winners are Mr. Gordita "I've got a thing for people in bird costumes" W., and Ms. Rebecca "Does the drunk guy downtown count as a mascot?" H.

Finally, the rightful people have been rewarded. Let's all take a moment and hope that Ryan "The Fallen Angel" T. has learned a lesson about fair play.