<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230703891201439884</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:21:25.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Di's Light Side</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerricianambassadorlightside.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230703891201439884/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerricianambassadorlightside.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Diana Rickett and Greg Greer of  DG Marketing Partners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028928515142565146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jLSu-ucIR0/S9MO0jlX96I/AAAAAAAAAq8/-SRe3g0ozRU/S220/ME+april+2010.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230703891201439884.post-794205210245141984</id><published>2008-09-05T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T00:55:59.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in the Bag?</title><content type='html'>A redhead, a brunette, and a blonde robbed a supermarket. As they were stealing, a police officer walked in the store and saw what was happening. He dashed toward them, but they were able to get away into the back of the store. There they found three sacks to hide in. When the police officer checked there, he examined each sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kicks the first bag, and the redhead says "meow" in a high voice. The cop determines that it must only be a cat in that bag, and he moves on to the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he kicks the second bag, the brunette says "woof" in a low voice. The officer determines that it must only be a dog in that bag, so he moves on to the last bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kicks the third bag, and the blonde shouts "potato" to the officer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5230703891201439884-794205210245141984?l=amerricianambassadorlightside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerricianambassadorlightside.blogspot.com/feeds/794205210245141984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5230703891201439884&amp;postID=794205210245141984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230703891201439884/posts/default/794205210245141984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230703891201439884/posts/default/794205210245141984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerricianambassadorlightside.blogspot.com/2008/09/whats-in-bag.html' title='What&apos;s in the Bag?'/><author><name>Diana Rickett and Greg Greer of  DG Marketing Partners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028928515142565146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jLSu-ucIR0/S9MO0jlX96I/AAAAAAAAAq8/-SRe3g0ozRU/S220/ME+april+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230703891201439884.post-6385799149455207017</id><published>2008-09-05T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T00:53:12.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Going Ice fishing!</title><content type='html'>A blonde who got a fishing rod for her birthday decided to go ice fishing to make good use of her gift. Early the next morning, she got all her gear together and headed out to the ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she reached her final destination, she cut a large hole in the ice and dipped the rod in. Then suddenly she heard a voice that said: "There are no fish in there".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she moves to another spot and cuts another hole, but then the same voice spoke again and told her there were no fish in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she moves again, and the voice tells her there are no fish in there. So she looks up and sees an irritated man staring down at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you know there are no fish there?" asks the blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the man cooly says "Well first of all, this is a hockey rink, and second of all, you're going to have to pay for those holes."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5230703891201439884-6385799149455207017?l=amerricianambassadorlightside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerricianambassadorlightside.blogspot.com/feeds/6385799149455207017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5230703891201439884&amp;postID=6385799149455207017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230703891201439884/posts/default/6385799149455207017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230703891201439884/posts/default/6385799149455207017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerricianambassadorlightside.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-going-ice-fishing.html' title='I&apos;m Going Ice fishing!'/><author><name>Diana Rickett and Greg Greer of  DG Marketing Partners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028928515142565146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jLSu-ucIR0/S9MO0jlX96I/AAAAAAAAAq8/-SRe3g0ozRU/S220/ME+april+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230703891201439884.post-9066241742527316426</id><published>2008-09-05T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T00:50:46.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horse Pulls the Car</title><content type='html'>An out-of-towner drove his car into a ditch in a desolated area. Luckily, a local farmer came to help with his big strong horse named Buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hitched Buddy up to the car and yelled, "Pull, Nellie, pull." Buddy didn't move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the farmer hollered, "Pull, Buster, pull." Buddy didn't respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once more the farmer commanded, "Pull, Jennie, pull." Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the farmer nonchalantly said, "Pull, Buddy, pull." And the horse easily dragged the car out of the ditch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The motorist was most appreciative and very curious. He asked the farmer why he called his horse by the wrong name three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer said, "Oh, Buddy is blind, and if he thought he was the only one pulling, he wouldn't even try!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5230703891201439884-9066241742527316426?l=amerricianambassadorlightside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerricianambassadorlightside.blogspot.com/feeds/9066241742527316426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5230703891201439884&amp;postID=9066241742527316426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230703891201439884/posts/default/9066241742527316426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230703891201439884/posts/default/9066241742527316426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerricianambassadorlightside.blogspot.com/2008/09/horse-pulls-car.html' title='Horse Pulls the Car'/><author><name>Diana Rickett and Greg Greer of  DG Marketing Partners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028928515142565146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jLSu-ucIR0/S9MO0jlX96I/AAAAAAAAAq8/-SRe3g0ozRU/S220/ME+april+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230703891201439884.post-1975800449557671006</id><published>2008-09-05T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T00:49:05.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ploughing the Land!</title><content type='html'>A husband and wife were driving down a country lane on their way to visit some friends. They came to a muddy patch in the road and the car became bogged. After a few minutes of trying to get the car out by themselves, they saw a young farmer coming down the lane, driving some oxen before him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer stopped when he saw the couple in trouble and offered to pull the car out of the mud for $50. The husband accepted and minutes later the car was free. The farmer turned to the husband and said, "You know, you're the tenth car I've helped out of the mud today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband looks around at the fields incredulously and asks the farmer, "When do you have time to plough your land? At night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," the young farmer replied seriously, "Night is when I put the water in the hole."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5230703891201439884-1975800449557671006?l=amerricianambassadorlightside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerricianambassadorlightside.blogspot.com/feeds/1975800449557671006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5230703891201439884&amp;postID=1975800449557671006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230703891201439884/posts/default/1975800449557671006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230703891201439884/posts/default/1975800449557671006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerricianambassadorlightside.blogspot.com/2008/09/ploughing-land.html' title='Ploughing the Land!'/><author><name>Diana Rickett and Greg Greer of  DG Marketing Partners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028928515142565146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jLSu-ucIR0/S9MO0jlX96I/AAAAAAAAAq8/-SRe3g0ozRU/S220/ME+april+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230703891201439884.post-6433452302340144184</id><published>2008-09-05T00:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T00:46:33.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother-in-law Killed!</title><content type='html'>A newlywed farmer and his wife were visited by her mother, who immediately demanded an inspection of the place. The farmer had genuinely tried to be friendly to his new mother-in-law, hoping that it could be a friendly, non-antagonistic relationship. All to no avail though, as she kept nagging them at every opportunity, demanding changes, offering unwanted advice, and generally making life unbearable to the farmer and his new bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were walking through the barn, during the forced inspection, the farmer's mule suddenly reared up and kicked the mother-in-law in the head, killing her instantly. It was a shock to all no matter their feelings toward her demanding ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the funeral service a few days later, the farmer stood near the casket and greeted folks as they walked by. The pastor noticed that whenever a woman would whisper something to the farmer, he would nod his head yes and say something. Whenever a man walked by and whispered to the farmer, however, he would shake his head no, and mumble a reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very curious as to this bizarre behavior, the pastor later asked the farmer what that was all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer replied, "The women would say, 'What a terrible tragedy' and I would nod my head and say, 'Yes, it was.' The men would then ask, 'Can I borrow that mule?' and I would shake my head and say, 'Can't. It's all booked up for a year.'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5230703891201439884-6433452302340144184?l=amerricianambassadorlightside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerricianambassadorlightside.blogspot.com/feeds/6433452302340144184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5230703891201439884&amp;postID=6433452302340144184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230703891201439884/posts/default/6433452302340144184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230703891201439884/posts/default/6433452302340144184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerricianambassadorlightside.blogspot.com/2008/09/mother-in-law-illed.html' title='Mother-in-law Killed!'/><author><name>Diana Rickett and Greg Greer of  DG Marketing Partners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028928515142565146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jLSu-ucIR0/S9MO0jlX96I/AAAAAAAAAq8/-SRe3g0ozRU/S220/ME+april+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230703891201439884.post-1183310899120944898</id><published>2008-09-05T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T00:41:03.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping  Your  Father</title><content type='html'>A clergyman walking down a country lane and sees a young farmer struggling to load hay back onto a cart after it had fallen off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You look hot, my son," said the cleric. "why don't you rest a moment, and I'll give you a hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No thanks," said the young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My father wouldn't like it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be silly," the minister said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone is entitled to a break. Come and have a drink of water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the young man protested that his father would be upset. Losing his patience, the clergyman said, "Your father must be a real slave driver. Tell me where I can find him and I'll give him a piece of my mind!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," replied the young farmer, "he's under the load of hay."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5230703891201439884-1183310899120944898?l=amerricianambassadorlightside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerricianambassadorlightside.blogspot.com/feeds/1183310899120944898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5230703891201439884&amp;postID=1183310899120944898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230703891201439884/posts/default/1183310899120944898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230703891201439884/posts/default/1183310899120944898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerricianambassadorlightside.blogspot.com/2008/09/helping-your-father.html' title='Helping  Your  Father'/><author><name>Diana Rickett and Greg Greer of  DG Marketing Partners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028928515142565146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jLSu-ucIR0/S9MO0jlX96I/AAAAAAAAAq8/-SRe3g0ozRU/S220/ME+april+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230703891201439884.post-668344303133151017</id><published>2008-08-24T02:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T02:23:16.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hearing Aid</title><content type='html'>Seems an elderly gentleman had serious hearing problems for a number of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to the doctor and the doctor was able to have him fitted for a set of hearing aids that allowed the gentleman to hear 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elderly gentleman went back in a month to the doctor and the doctor said, "Your hearing is perfect. Your family must be really pleased that you can hear again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the gentleman said, "Oh, I haven't told my family yet. I just sit around and listen to the conversations. I've changed my will three times!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5230703891201439884-668344303133151017?l=amerricianambassadorlightside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerricianambassadorlightside.blogspot.com/feeds/668344303133151017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5230703891201439884&amp;postID=668344303133151017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230703891201439884/posts/default/668344303133151017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230703891201439884/posts/default/668344303133151017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerricianambassadorlightside.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-hearing-aid.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;New Hearing Aid&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Diana Rickett and Greg Greer of  DG Marketing Partners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028928515142565146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6jLSu-ucIR0/S9MO0jlX96I/AAAAAAAAAq8/-SRe3g0ozRU/S220/ME+april+2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230703891201439884.post-4804709853173571255</id><published>2008-08-24T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T02:00:32.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old maid's burglar</title><content type='html'>A story I'll tell of a burglar bold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who started to rob a house;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He opened the window, and then crept in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As quiet as a mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked around for a place to hide,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Till the folks were all asleep,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then said he, "With their money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take a quiet sneak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So under the bed the burglar crept;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He crept up close to the wall;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't know it was an old maid's room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or he wouldn't have had the gall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought of the money that he would steal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As under the bed he lay;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at nine o'clock he saw a sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made his hair turn gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At nine o'clock the old maid came in;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am so tired," she said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought that all was well that night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she didn't look under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took out her teeth and her big glass eye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the hair from off her head;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The burglar, he had forty fits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he watched from under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From under the bed the burglar crept,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a total wreck;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old maid wasn't asleep at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she grabbed him by the neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't holler, or shout or call,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was as cool as a clam;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She only said, "The Saints be praised,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last I've got a man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From under the pillow a gun she drew,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the burglar she said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Young man, if you don't marry me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blow off the top of your head!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She held him firmly by the neck,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hadn't a chance to scoot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at the teeth and the big glass eye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And said, "Madam, for Pete's sake, 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