<?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-7261463</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:31:36.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Word of the Hour Is?</title><subtitle type='html'>Wishing for greatness, and yet satisfied with the mundane.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2501</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-3786496195386744886</id><published>2012-02-09T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T08:02:39.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>poems for the popper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The sun is hiding.&lt;br /&gt;Behind the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;The world has gone dull.&lt;br /&gt;Beneath it's shroud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then ... moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new jar of peanut butter yesterday. I can't help but love peanut butter. I do eat the reduced fat .... however I know that it isn't the complete greatest for you ... but then ... what do you eat for that hit of protein with the celery .. you can't chuck a piece of ham on a stick of celery. Well .. you can have cream cheese .. that's extra exciting ... but fricken expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime while I ramble this is what is taking place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My home doesn't echo. Except in the Jimmy's room. There's a lotta echoing going on in there. In the meantime the other end of the house is loaded up down and sideways with the Jimmy's stuff. Including Jimmy ... he's camping in the&amp;nbsp;livingroom.&amp;nbsp;Quite the camping situation we have going&amp;nbsp;on here ... chaos before change. It's that simple.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-3786496195386744886?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/3786496195386744886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=3786496195386744886' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/3786496195386744886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/3786496195386744886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2012/02/poems-for-popper.html' title='poems for the popper'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-4997921685349465421</id><published>2012-02-06T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T08:56:11.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome lalas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;That was my first thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little lalas running around,&lt;br /&gt;little lalas falling down,&lt;br /&gt;little lalas spreading their wings,&lt;br /&gt;little lalas doing great big things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, a Monday poem ... what an accomplishment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other things accomplished:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't yet got the boy out of his makeshift bedroom yet. He is currently being housed in the livingroom while his room is in for renovations. I gave away his furniture over the weekend .. and he has been without ever since, so an air mattress an an excess of blankets have been his best friends ... when he needed to sleep. He went out the other night .. and got home at 0530 in the morning. Put your eyeballs back in your brains ... he went out to help a friend work on a project .. they went to the all day all night recording school. Jimmy and his billions of dollars worth of equipment. It's all good .. he managed to work 2 eight hour shifts over the weekend, plus stay out to help a friend, plus went to an 80th birthday dinner, plus took his date out! What a lazy ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other things lazy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I feel on Monday mornings ... except that I can't be. My one task of the morning is getting that Jimmy to school .. and then I can have a bit of free time to myself .. and look around the house, and take mental notes of things that need to be accomplished. Then those mental notes, make me mental .. then I use a very well established habit ... and I MANAGE to forget everything that I thought about .. and go on with my day ... I am SO a professional at this! Not to fear .. all those thoughts come rushing back at a quarter past midnight ... hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have bought myself another day of free time. My last day at my group is March 1st. Sadly. BUT .. with the changes that have occured, and what has become a steady new norm of the association, I am not pleased with the lack of communication, and the expectation that half my work should be conducted as a volunteer. I was not happy having a volunteer as a volunteer, but rather should have been a paid position, on top of my position. AS odd as that sounds. Nonetheless ... I am out. Done. Complete-O. Quitsville. I wish the next person they find great successes .. because they are going to have to be someone that is willing to do a whole whack of stuff, for not really a lot of coin in their pockets. I think I might have been dumb for doing it this long. Oh well ... sometimes it takes time to realize that YES you really are that dumb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other other things so greatly exciting .. its .. "bring your camera to class" tonight at my photogroup! I am so so so so excited about that ! I am hoping today I can run around and gather some photos before going .. not that anything exciting will pop out at me ... but just fun&amp;nbsp;enough to gather some images before I go ... I totally forgot about until now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That has created a certain light footstep all of a sudden .. better get moving while the fever strikes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-4997921685349465421?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/4997921685349465421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=4997921685349465421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/4997921685349465421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/4997921685349465421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2012/02/welcome-lalas.html' title='Welcome lalas.'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-2152641730132163642</id><published>2012-01-30T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T10:19:52.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;need more ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music, laughter, pictures, memories, maid &amp;amp; some laundry soap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-2152641730132163642?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/2152641730132163642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=2152641730132163642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/2152641730132163642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/2152641730132163642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2012/01/really.html' title='Really ...'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-5646673356434336353</id><published>2012-01-24T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T10:34:33.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And if at first</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;You don't go crazy .. try try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes people .. that is my&amp;nbsp;profound achievement&amp;nbsp;for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have to try very hard .. and well will you look at that ... I have already completely mastered my first task!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other things less exciting but more noteably:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard to make sense of the boys band, and their attempts at moving forward, given the fact that he makes up 30% of the musical creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for now will have to ignore that one ... unless I need to call a lawyer. AND if that's the case .. well then you know that things have definitely gone SOUTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my camera group last night. Again .. interesting .. EXCEPT for the hum in the room, where the already QUIET talkers were muffled by the hum. It took all my restraint (as the new comer sitting in the dark) ... to not wildly hiss ..."STAND UP and talk&amp;nbsp;you FREAKS ... the old guy on the other side just SAID .. "I can't hear you ... " I will be allowed back due to my stealthly silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait actually, because along with anything that I do ... it becomes an experiment into the human mind ... I love to see where people get there passion .. and how they project themselves onto an image - in relation to how they master their shots. I wonder if I'm just too simple .. I try and do as little editing as possible. I get quite perturbed when the camera can't see what I see ... so in effect I am left to fiddle and faddle with settings that help me to project my intentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One lady stated: "I shoot RAW". That's nice. I eat things that are RAW. Big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved Harry's photos ... except that Harry shouldn't take pictures of his hands. Harry's hands were something strait out of a 1700 century warrior ... squishing grapes too boot. I'm not sure if my reaction was one of complete repulsion or extreme fascination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also LOVED Grant's photos. He's left handed. Of course I would love his photos. GAWD. How's that for writing on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the computer operator girl with the skinny ankles that didn't click NEXT on the slide show fast enough when it came to the ugly pictures. There were the gasps of WOW-NESS when the shots of the singular rose flashed upon the screen. Hello. Macro. Lens. Big. Whoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE ME SOMETHING that I can sink my teeth into ... as in .. TELL me what the aperture was for the snowy owl .. and did you shoot in aperture .. or how did you shoot it .. and what was the ISO.. and tell me the F stop. Please. Left handed GRANT didn't have to ... because his photos were REMARKABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya .. moving on ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snowman is melting .. I should get a picture of him .. while I still can ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-5646673356434336353?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/5646673356434336353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=5646673356434336353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/5646673356434336353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/5646673356434336353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-if-at-first.html' title='And if at first'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-8313090212336564867</id><published>2012-01-23T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T09:30:37.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well .. that was it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;For the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now .. it's been nothing but rain rain rain ... and a little wind thrown in for good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other things crazed and out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No... just kidding.&amp;nbsp; Well .. semi not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently the state of mind is this ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelmed by the stupidity of others; and frustrated by the fact that being thrown underneath a bus doesn't seem to have an impact on it's victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH well .. can't change what is.... however now it will be important to pick up the pieces ... if there are any left to pick up.&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/7261463-8313090212336564867?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/8313090212336564867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=8313090212336564867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/8313090212336564867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/8313090212336564867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2012/01/well-that-was-it.html' title='Well .. that was it.'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-7906877931246206320</id><published>2012-01-17T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T17:08:57.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's January</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-38N6gh0SXfE/TxYbm0E88GI/AAAAAAAADZE/Zedcmgb3mbI/s1600/_DSC7086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-38N6gh0SXfE/TxYbm0E88GI/AAAAAAAADZE/Zedcmgb3mbI/s400/_DSC7086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uRUGdfvxx_M/TxYbnP25HTI/AAAAAAAADZQ/UxiX3thZkDg/s1600/_DSC7092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uRUGdfvxx_M/TxYbnP25HTI/AAAAAAAADZQ/UxiX3thZkDg/s400/_DSC7092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rGn5pyLMIE/TxYbnrLcg-I/AAAAAAAADZY/9n927DY6jcQ/s1600/_DSC7097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rGn5pyLMIE/TxYbnrLcg-I/AAAAAAAADZY/9n927DY6jcQ/s400/_DSC7097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wlskDSo21yA/TxYbnxnFwPI/AAAAAAAADZo/1BSVZQwnqYc/s1600/_DSC7130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wlskDSo21yA/TxYbnxnFwPI/AAAAAAAADZo/1BSVZQwnqYc/s400/_DSC7130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-agSXe6Vi3js/TxYboa3N8OI/AAAAAAAADZ4/UUzRQppHfKI/s1600/_DSC7139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-agSXe6Vi3js/TxYboa3N8OI/AAAAAAAADZ4/UUzRQppHfKI/s400/_DSC7139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WX4pN66tXP0/TxYbpMJlEDI/AAAAAAAADaA/l5Ro-N7oyE0/s1600/_DSC7144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WX4pN66tXP0/TxYbpMJlEDI/AAAAAAAADaA/l5Ro-N7oyE0/s400/_DSC7144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MKB0_cWxf-I/TxYbpc0rvkI/AAAAAAAADaQ/GBBi4Y_uMfI/s1600/_DSC7150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MKB0_cWxf-I/TxYbpc0rvkI/AAAAAAAADaQ/GBBi4Y_uMfI/s400/_DSC7150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else do you take pictures of ... birds in trees, or on the road, and their luxury homes, the random goat .. and what looks to be a his and hers fence .. guess which one is the HIS side!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/7261463-7906877931246206320?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/7906877931246206320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=7906877931246206320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/7906877931246206320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/7906877931246206320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-january.html' title='It&apos;s January'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-38N6gh0SXfE/TxYbm0E88GI/AAAAAAAADZE/Zedcmgb3mbI/s72-c/_DSC7086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-6953585333925344189</id><published>2012-01-16T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T10:38:35.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now it's sunny .. with snow falling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;There's a little clear patch in the sky above ... with the sunshine peaking through. Kinda cool .. however ... all the cameraness in the world will not capture the excitement of the moment. Really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue skies above us... with a hint of snow trickling through. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other things of great interest ... my hair colour is brown, with a huge hint of grey falling ... Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the fact that I did not run my group today ... (weather condtions leave people having to leave their homes in MAYBE ways that could make them slip) .. I have the time to perfect my hair back to the perfect brown-ness ... ok not perfect brown-ness, but some assorted flavour of colouring more than the colour grey. Ick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other things ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyson has a new love interest. Yae him. Yae for the mother that loves the new love interest ... only because the new love interest is in fact in love with school. While love is still young and blossom filled .. will happily regard the situation as a walk towards the light! I will not speak of the torrent of dark cloud that has cast it's ugly shadow over our homestead for a great number of months in attempts to get the boyson to the education system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been told that my work to get him to the education system is one that shouldn't be done, and in fact enabling the boyson to continue to behave in a manner that is far than admireable. My response to the pointedness of the facts include the simple and mere truth ... I never wish to look back and say "what if". "If only" ... "Maybe if I" ...&amp;nbsp; The truth of the matter be told ... is this exhausting .. YES. Is this equivalent to hammering your head against a wall? YES.&amp;nbsp; Is this torcher one that will have a positive outcome? Perhaps not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ... at least my inner soul will not be one of regret if there comes a day that the boy doesn't make it to the end of school. It wont be because I gave up on him. It wont be because I just couldn't be bothered any longer. It wont be because I gave him the OUT of not going. It wont be that he somehow decided it was OK not to complete his education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE he is a very smart kid .. eventually he will get it ... even though he doesn't quite get it yet .. I have been told by many people .. "if he doesn't want to go to school .. and won't get out of bed ... then just leave him .. let him fail". OK .. how about NO. How about ... everyday he join the grind .. every day he makes an attempt to join in with the rest of the ranks and plug his way through the system ... just the same way we all have to. Everyday that he remains in the school system the is actually under somebodies radar. Everyday that he joins in with the school system ... somebody will influence him ... Everyday that we trudge our way to school and not giving him an out to excuse himself from the rest of the world ... there's the lesson. Like I know .. he's a smart guy ... he can make it through the work requirements ... if only I can get him through the life requirements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES .. it is soul taxing on my part, on the families part. Is it completely stressful getting this hugely smart young man to the four walls that will eventually lead to his freedom? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, blue skies .. with a little snow falling ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-6953585333925344189?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/6953585333925344189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=6953585333925344189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/6953585333925344189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/6953585333925344189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2012/01/now-its-sunny-with-snow-falling.html' title='Now it&apos;s sunny .. with snow falling.'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-5861540951378415988</id><published>2012-01-11T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T10:44:34.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well look at that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I am back ... at the old interface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAWD ... how I love this interface ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not certain how&amp;nbsp;a box, and tabs across the top, and tan coloured sections can put one at great ease, but it has with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to send the cheque with the boy. How shocking is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In MORE important news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I charged my new watch ... holy crap is that ever cool ... I signed in with my FB account ... and now it has all my activity from April of last year, of course with the exceptions of all the times that I did not use my ipid to do my walking/running with. Very cool. The NIKE people have suggested that I try bumping up my work outs .. ya, sure NIKE people, not a problem. FRUITACAKE you, if you know what I mean. I will just bring the menial labourers on board to clear the way for mamma oompa to powerhouse around the town at all hours of the day so that I can increase my workout time. Somedays I look in the fridge and wonder who is really in charge of this whole grocery shopping thing anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's always been a confusing one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL .. I am just so relieved. .... I just love this interface. That will teach me for clicking buttons that lead to possible great black holes ... yes people, I do believe that if I change this layout I could manage to find myself in&amp;nbsp; that very blackhole ... and upon being a semi-interested learned one ... those blackholes have quite a bit of gravity going for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN OTHER THINGS ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spied the bears trails yesterday .. holy crumble cakes (better write this quietly .. he might come knocking) ... has he made a mess out there ... omagawd&amp;nbsp;a mess and a half. If you take the time to peer through the bushes ... he has crap scattered all over the place. AND ... it was comical to see this large black object fly through the air yesterday ... and plop into the bushes ... that I know was scaredy cat running and jumping ... what a bad boy he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this talk of running and jumping .. better be off ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-5861540951378415988?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/5861540951378415988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=5861540951378415988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/5861540951378415988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/5861540951378415988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2012/01/well-look-at-that.html' title='Well look at that...'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-6491985167586845816</id><published>2012-01-11T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T10:24:43.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I liked the old layout.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;What was wrong with the old layout ... it was prettier to look at, softer corners, a nicer box, something told me it was saving my draft every 20 seconds, the publish button was easily at the bottom left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now this ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A white box.&lt;br /&gt;Something that flashes to the top right of the screen every so often.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where I am any longer on this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear greatly that if I try to update or change this thing ... then the last 7 years will be lost in blogger blackspace ... which could be very similar to those big black holes that are somewhere out their 5 universes from here .... and I will never be able to get my fence pictures ... ok, well I will let the fence pictures go .. but the rest ... like clouds and stuff .. well I will never get that back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eagles, bears, bobcats,&amp;nbsp;children .. well we will be able to find them again ... certainly so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go to the options now ... who knows .. it's a new year, you may never hear from me again ... eeke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-6491985167586845816?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/6491985167586845816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=6491985167586845816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/6491985167586845816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/6491985167586845816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-liked-old-layout.html' title='I liked the old layout.'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-2852069227077593547</id><published>2012-01-10T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T11:20:34.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And because I dont get around much ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xCO_L8RLdq8/TwyPfLXpEVI/AAAAAAAADYg/IC8yIl7YNko/s1600/_DSC6939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xCO_L8RLdq8/TwyPfLXpEVI/AAAAAAAADYg/IC8yIl7YNko/s400/_DSC6939.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LDUqO9S8kuI/TwyPgaLTnoI/AAAAAAAADYo/eXc4KtL2brI/s1600/_DSC6940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LDUqO9S8kuI/TwyPgaLTnoI/AAAAAAAADYo/eXc4KtL2brI/s400/_DSC6940.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more fences. Well ... I was out waiting for a friend ... and I had my camera ... with non other than the 70 -300 mm range ... so uhm .. right ... off I trudged in the rain, (but not as much the following day, so thankful for little things !) ... I wasn't quite sure what to start experimenting with .. so I just randomly started finding fences ... because there are lots .. and many that we don't see because of the walls that surround them. Hm. Believe that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways ... it forced me to go crazy with trying to figure out using different features on the camera ... and I even went into the very scary mode of MANUAL. I joined a camera club ... because in reality .. it's the right thing to do ... given that I am an enthusiast, or a wannabe. Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for another two hour camera course ... in the perfect DIM light of January. I wanted to know if we were going out in the wet weather .. she suggested that I wait til May or June. I told her that I wanted to figure out settings in the this remarkable low and dreary days that follow us around for months on end. In reality ... it is easy to take pictures of things with colour, and manage to make the pictures look interesting and thought provoking ... it is even more challenging to take what is grey, feed it light, and make that interesting. But that is only me ... thinking that thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's that whole issue of discussing cameras with people. It's hard. They ask, you tell them. Then the pause. It's interesting talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school just called .. they wanted money from me.... for Mr Outstanding. I asked the lady what they were for ... she said that she was only covering, making phone calls, and when would I be coming in to pay the $145.00 in fees. I asked her when would somebody be able to call me back when they could tell me what I was paying for. She told me Home Economics. I told her Mr. Outstanding wasn't in Home Economics, and would I be bringing in the check today. No. Not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school just called. I owe them money. $45.00. Whew. Good thing I didn't relent the first time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal comedy at it's finest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh .. and saw the bear jump into the bush this morning. I didn't see if he had another garbage in tow, because clearly that has been his winter occupation, since sleeping isn't the first thing for this bad boy to be doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/7261463-2852069227077593547?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/2852069227077593547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=2852069227077593547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/2852069227077593547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/2852069227077593547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-because-i-dont-get-around-much.html' title='And because I dont get around much ...'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o54yljRtTkU/TwyPayhWZ0I/AAAAAAAADWw/wF0uT0xiLak/s72-c/_DSC6926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-774291721410939454</id><published>2012-01-10T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T10:52:35.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I found some fences!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JGhZOWE5x48/TwyI8R7KMAI/AAAAAAAADVw/UBCvh1FFgo0/s1600/_DSC6923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JGhZOWE5x48/TwyI8R7KMAI/AAAAAAAADVw/UBCvh1FFgo0/s400/_DSC6923.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/7261463-774291721410939454?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/774291721410939454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=774291721410939454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/774291721410939454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/774291721410939454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-found-some-fences.html' title='I found some fences!'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X_tqtoQ7vSA/TwyIy40GNeI/AAAAAAAADSY/CSDJnjn41Eo/s72-c/_DSC6847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-3494259214570933758</id><published>2012-01-10T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T10:22:09.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January hilights!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NpGJcl3FPa4/TwyBzBapBMI/AAAAAAAADRo/Ymg6zV1W2iw/s1600/_DSC6711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NpGJcl3FPa4/TwyBzBapBMI/AAAAAAAADRo/Ymg6zV1W2iw/s400/_DSC6711.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CXRnbAymY4k/TwyBzUAkhJI/AAAAAAAADR4/71KBsJ096lI/s1600/_DSC6804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CXRnbAymY4k/TwyBzUAkhJI/AAAAAAAADR4/71KBsJ096lI/s400/_DSC6804.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UMY7n_kmXE/TwyB0NVo3fI/AAAAAAAADSA/U0tS83gx4gg/s1600/_DSC6827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UMY7n_kmXE/TwyB0NVo3fI/AAAAAAAADSA/U0tS83gx4gg/s400/_DSC6827.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WwHXPnz76T0/TwyB0J9ZgzI/AAAAAAAADSI/-b-EnUHEzYY/s1600/_DSC6835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WwHXPnz76T0/TwyB0J9ZgzI/AAAAAAAADSI/-b-EnUHEzYY/s400/_DSC6835.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using the camera, one mistake at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/7261463-3494259214570933758?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/3494259214570933758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=3494259214570933758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/3494259214570933758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/3494259214570933758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2012/01/january-hilights.html' title='January hilights!'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NpGJcl3FPa4/TwyBzBapBMI/AAAAAAAADRo/Ymg6zV1W2iw/s72-c/_DSC6711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-5828796807735831072</id><published>2012-01-04T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T12:25:14.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a new day ... along with a new year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Sounds like a religious experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today .. well .. off I went, had a shower, got all tidied&amp;nbsp;up, just to put on my oompa pants, and then on a whim reached to bring my running pants .. and off I went to drive the Jimston over to school, and then bypass the rainy weather, and assorted tracks and headed to Port Moody&amp;nbsp;... 4 miles later in the cover of the rec centre I decided I was done. I probably could have stayed for hours .. but knew that wouldn't be the best of decisions ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a wait list of excitement waiting for me in the homestead .. of which I must tend to .. sometime this year.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I fell upon an opportunity that I was most pleased with .. I was asked to accompany a friend, but not accompany a friend .. and all I had to do was sit and wait for her .. except I didn't sit and wait .. I just took my camera and wondered around the little side streets. That was fun ... in the pouring rain ... learning the configurations and limitations of my camera .. the limitations were more than likely all me ... anyways .. I was pleased with the outcome .. of sorts.... but more importantly it gave me the confidence to continue to press buttons, and shift film speed and aperatures for greater effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me ... I bought a groupon for another camera learning experience ... I better get that sorted out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well .. it's the beginning of the year .. surely the adventures will be of great excitement and even more excitement ... ya .. believable ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly though the principal called from the Celista school district and told us that they had found our dog Cicely ... as the german shepherd had a tag on it with that name, and our phone number ... uhm ... I asked the fellow ... I guess Celista is considered heaven on earth I said to him ... because unless she is getting kicked out of heaven .. because she has been gone for a great many years ... Poor Prance ... can't even cut it in doggy heaven .. what a crazy lovely evil queen she was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the clock ticks on .. so do the chores .. pop cans are klitanking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-5828796807735831072?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/5828796807735831072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=5828796807735831072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/5828796807735831072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/5828796807735831072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-new-day-along-with-new-year.html' title='It&apos;s a new day ... along with a new year.'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-3263882400481361216</id><published>2011-12-31T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T14:44:29.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;To the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has finally come to a close, with all but a few short hours left of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for our families continued health and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what to make of the new year coming in, in about 11 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably will not have any revelations, nor aspirations to do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ... I might get better at colouring my hair ... because afterall... I do get a lot of practice at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might find contentment .. but I don't think so. That is a hard road to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is the road that has the word TIME attached to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timing is everything ... so I am hopeful that when I find the TIME .. it wont be whiddled away before I realize that I am wasting my time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did spend a lot of time this year watching the fish, when they were here. Now there is something that doesn't have a lot of time to do a whole lot of anything .. and when I went back for an inspection ... all the remnants of them being on this earth had vanished. ... I know they have deposited another lifetime of species that will surf through this earth, and I will not see them for another four years. Seems so strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no plans to change they way I live, or change the way I eat, or change the amount of exercise I can accomplish.. well .. I will plan on buying more runners actually, which will increase the amount of exercise ... so that should be fun. I don't think I will join any running clinics, or runs, or walks, or causes ... because I have about 399 causes in my brain .. I do not need to slap a number on and exchange some money .. to say I did it ... cause I will just do whatever it is I wish to do anyways ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we are going to get a dog. There's big talk, and plans to purchase a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not think we are going to build another family room. I do think though that we are going to carry on with the front fascade renovation, and something called a porch. This is a carry over from the summer, when the sir snapped his bicep. Damned to middle age .. cause that is when they talk about when this injury happens .. middle age. I'm not sure when the whole middle age happened, but it did .. but I don't think that happened this year ... it's been a compilation of many years in the making. However .. my middle age isn't for quite a number of years yet ... since I am planning on living till at least a 105.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw an old guy yesterday ... he wasn't quite that old, he was more impressed at his roommates age ... the roommate was 99. The old guy ... 96. So you see .. hold on ... to what you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning on purchasing another pair of running pants this year. I have two. One pair which I do not like, but I wear, and another pair, which I love, but they are seasonal ... So, I do have 2 plans now. Whew .. that should see me through the next 365 days at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that my pippies hair will grow out this year....and that my supersons stays short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to join something this year ... it's quite a challenge .. and it's free. I am looking forward to it ... and am hoping that I will believe in myself enough to see that I continue this adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my blog .. so I get to write me, all me, all the time. I think I am going to write way way way way more about my adventures. I do have quite a few adventures actually, but ultimately fail to write about them. Albeit that it appears that I live a quite consumably boring life being a mother, wife and someone that manages to have four separate jobs. I wont say that I am failure for not writing about the adventures ... for whatever reason .. I just don't! GAWD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I dont think I am going to get rid of that saying any time soon. I love the word GAWD. It wasn't around when I was growing up .. and I would like to think when I say that I get to stomp my foot and flick my hair, and throw my hands in the air ... something that I have to do on a regular occasion .. minus the antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to figure out utorrent. I have a whack of music that I need. Badly. So bad, I don't even know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited for the adventures that are in store ... only because I feel an adventuring spirit will eventually take over ... and these four jobs will be whittled down to just one, a whole one encompassing plaster of something that I can pour my energies into one solid endeavour, rather than run here and do that, then do this over here, and then over the water do this ... I am thinking it's all going to stream together ... will it be this year .. that is the larger question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also thinking about using a wine glass everyday... just because it's fun, and it's light, and not everything is fun and light everyday. The reality of course is the fact that I do not drink every day, or even a regular basis ... so it looks like I am going to inhale a lot of soda water and talking rain ... it looks so refreshing in a wine glass ... or equally fun are the peach coloured outdoor wine glasses, that I use year round. Simple, and yet complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping to re-arrange my closet this year. But if I do not get to it .. then I will not dismay ... it's not something that someone should schedule for a year long adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will go and buy a piece of granite. The Sir and I were just talking a bit ago ... and I asked hom what project is doable.... cause he was complaining about putting to more chairs in the family-non family room. He said it wasn't making his efforts to build it any easier ... so then I asked which project seemed like it was actually going to happen ... the front of the house .. or the family room ... he said front porch, so I said take the chairs away. He's so dumb... which is why I lovingly just randomly call out dumb-dumb. It takes one to know one, which gives me free and clear access at throwing the insults, or so it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other things non related to anything in particular at the end of the year but will make it on the list of accomplishments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to take a camera course, even though it was only one, I did manage, and have already booked for another course, with the date yet to be determined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even managed to organize my photos. That was an effort however; somehow this will make it easier in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recycled something. Well, I recycled a whole whack of shit! More importantly .. I recycled my viewsonic screen ... I love this screen ... I just do .. it's flat, it's lovely, it makes things just look like a frame, it has a lovely speaker system at the bottom of it&amp;nbsp;.. and then it broke. The computer guys told me to chuck and buy a new one, which is what I did. Except I chucked it into the back of my car .. bought a new screen, hooked it up, and hated it. I'm not sure how one can hate a screen, but it is possiblye, apparantly. I returned the computer screen, then returned to the computer place, insisted that they put a new lightbulb in it, and I don't care if it's going to cost me one hundred dollars for a lightbulb .. it's a lightbulb that has brought me much happiness ... and so yes .. I continue to be thrilled with my screen ... I think the ultra nice reason, is the fact also that is has clean lines, no cords hanging out, and no additional speakers are required in an effort to make this computer system work. Although .. if you look behind my little moveable computer desk ... it is wire central ... but that is fine ... outwardly it makes owning such a dinasour of a computer completely liveable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on playing another 10,000 hours or more of angrybirds ... because ... why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And such as life goes .. I have had quite the time of keeping that car of mine clean. How does one do that? I spend a lot of time over at the handy wash place ... just spraying down the vehicle .. and giving it the quick clean up .. and then have to drive down a road that is full of dirt from the trucks that remove dirt from the places that are being built ... GAWD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become a personal assistant to the son .. who facetimes me, txts me, emails me, calls me .. and these meager words .. HEELLPP. GAWD.&amp;nbsp; it's usually to retrieve juice, the jimmy and his juice .. that has been his mainstay this last year. We are still on the nonmilk in the nonmilk department .. only because I think that it really aggravates his face, and he has such a nice looking face ... so one he continues to grow up .. in about 165 years .. he might be able to drink milk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my fingers crossed for his band .. they are all good looking guys, with a lot of going for them, and a mountain of ideas packed in their musical brains, .. I am hoping that beyond their musical selves they can manage to get themself out there ... whereever that out there is. The biggest thing is that I hope that the mr jimmy stays within the the realms of getting through things ... he's got a lot on his plate ... between school, his band, his job, his social time ... crazy boy .. he will probably be like that until he grows up... which might be more than the 165 as suggested previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well .. I see that my internet connection is having a spaz attack .. not sure why .. so I might just publish this one day journal right now ... and be back later .. because ... I can ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This BLOG is all about me .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-3263882400481361216?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/3263882400481361216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=3263882400481361216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/3263882400481361216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/3263882400481361216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/12/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-4844758773053699114</id><published>2011-12-29T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T11:13:49.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I should have something to say ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Minus the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have let these past 4 days trickle by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't made an effort to do anything ultra special or that required energy. Other than walking in the pouring rain the other night with the crazy sister. But that's cause the two of us are crazy ... and when last night ... it was pouring out ... I quickly slammed back a glass of wine&amp;nbsp; (BECAUSE I COULD!!!!) just so I could say I was highly intoxicated, and therefore couldn't go walking in case the crazy sister asked .. but she didn't ... because she was probably doing less crazy things, similar to me .. like playing words with friends, or cruising through facebook, or even better playing a slot machine game on her iphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fusspot is wondering if we will ever leave the home again ... and yet we did ... temporarily the other day ... to purchase a new running jacket ... but that didn't happen ... because they didn't have my extra healthy size ... OK .. in FAIRNESS ... I will COMPLAIN that Nike doesn't believe that sporty clothing should be made for the peoples that are slightly more than a sporty looking size. I'm not small, BUT I am not HUGE-GANTIC ... so I do not know where I fit in the clothing department ... apparently not in Nike's apparel at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In things that are just things ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to buy a lottery ticket now. Wish me luck ... cause my luck could just be your good fortune also!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-4844758773053699114?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/4844758773053699114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=4844758773053699114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/4844758773053699114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/4844758773053699114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-should-have-something-to-say.html' title='I should have something to say ...'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-8033927373125262951</id><published>2011-12-29T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T11:04:13.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In other things ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I read this book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="The Wife's Tale" id="coverImage" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1255992359l/6452818.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 16 year old son picked this book out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will be 17 in 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say ... I loved this book ... ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN ... my girl picked this book ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-9286" height="200" src="http://1000awesomethings.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/bookofawesome3d.jpg?w=500" title="bookofawesome3d" width="138" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is 14 1/2. I love this book ... ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young people with brilliant minds.&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/7261463-8033927373125262951?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/8033927373125262951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=8033927373125262951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/8033927373125262951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/8033927373125262951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-other-things.html' title='In other things ...'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-6648771322400571448</id><published>2011-12-29T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T10:46:52.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pause for a moment ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ry1fUf7UwVE/Tvy1k59CVNI/AAAAAAAADQ4/AvE8v_FxCv8/s1600/_DSC6309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ry1fUf7UwVE/Tvy1k59CVNI/AAAAAAAADQ4/AvE8v_FxCv8/s400/_DSC6309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sSoQXWttLew/Tvy1lIRjENI/AAAAAAAADRI/ZS2R1WiUZAc/s1600/_DSC6330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sSoQXWttLew/Tvy1lIRjENI/AAAAAAAADRI/ZS2R1WiUZAc/s400/_DSC6330.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HNPyNfMKybY/Tvy1mDJt2fI/AAAAAAAADRQ/oGiTM6jW-SE/s1600/_DSC6368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HNPyNfMKybY/Tvy1mDJt2fI/AAAAAAAADRQ/oGiTM6jW-SE/s400/_DSC6368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2nhsq_YFuXY/Tvy1macTOLI/AAAAAAAADRg/FoABavRsQf8/s1600/_DSC6387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2nhsq_YFuXY/Tvy1macTOLI/AAAAAAAADRg/FoABavRsQf8/s400/_DSC6387.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snowy Owls ... on a stop off from the Arctic.&lt;br /&gt;You would never have known this was three days before Christmas ... and all the running around, and doing things to get ready for a large supper ... WHO CARES ... I say .. I WANTED TO SEE the Snowy Owls. I don't do the cooking anyways ... so I was off the hook ... except that it was still my job to clean the toilets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/7261463-6648771322400571448?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/6648771322400571448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=6648771322400571448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/6648771322400571448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/6648771322400571448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/12/pause-for-moment.html' title='Pause for a moment ...'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ry1fUf7UwVE/Tvy1k59CVNI/AAAAAAAADQ4/AvE8v_FxCv8/s72-c/_DSC6309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-3451956505637327494</id><published>2011-12-20T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T09:31:50.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Day to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Today I am doing one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or TEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make that TWENTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do&amp;nbsp;TWENTY things on the twentieth day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty rhymes with plenty, which is exactly what I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy a couple of presents ... for people ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy a gift ... for someone ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful pair of mothers ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe buy a gift for the husband ... or not! (jk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In things that are important ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think tomorrow is supposed to be nice outside ... I think me and my camera are going to go for a stroll, well - a ride then a stroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is upside down with responsibilities .. as in ... do I bake? .. do I bottle wine? ... do I shop for things ... ? do I vacuum ... ? Did I send out christmas cards .. ? no no no no no no no no and no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ... I did learn something very very very wonderful ... more wonderful than all those twenty thousand things put together ... I make a difference. Not to my family .. cause I make a difference to them all the time ... "look ... your laundry is done, ... or I bought you conditioner, now you can brush your hair, "yes, I will give you a ride to the mall ... and back again in a short period of time, without a doubt I will drive around at 1 am in the morning listening to a mastered CD of your band, not a problem that I drive to pick you up from a concert at 3 am in the morning, even though I need to be at work at 0730, yes I did go shopping for Jimmy Juice and Pipenza milk, oh .. we have food again !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEYOND doing the little things for the little family .. there is a greater family that I meet up with each week ... and I learned my importance to them ... what a nice gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime ... my giftiness has not stopped .. I bought new drinking glasses last night .. cause for 15 dollars ... nicely weighted glasses ... that makes me happy ... and MORE importantly .. I really think that it is supposed to be sunny tomorrow ... and with the wind that is predicted for today .. I am hoping up a STORM that we get some blue sky ... and I am going to run away and do some photo-ing .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas .. ya ya ... christmas will come, gifts will be wrapped ... dinner served ... BUT the photo ops ... now that is something that I can not miss!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like being selfish at this time of year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could wait till after christmas ... and go then .. and I probably will ... ! ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime ... I just keep watching that little christmas video made by those face.plant characters and chuckle ... so much in store for these guys ... it is unfathomable to even contemplate ... and then I watch the PIP and continue to marvel at her incredible character .. and wonder .. holy crap .. these two little (BIG) beings are the most amazing gifts one could continue to receive !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband .. well .. I would like him more if I could split him into TWO .. the one fellow I would send to work .. and then his duplicate could shimey around the homestead and build up a storm of all the things that we wish to accomplish and enjoy ... like a porch and a pergola, and a deck, and a front door, and another room, and a book case, and another french door ... and a picket fence ... not that I am asking for much ... AT ALL. In the meantime we will get him a dog. That wont be time consuming now will it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes .. back to that twenty things and counting..... I better go get the Pip a christmas present .. cause we do not want a mad Pip storming around these parts on christmas day ... can't have the most beautiful girl in the world have a frown on her face ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 and counting ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-3451956505637327494?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/3451956505637327494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=3451956505637327494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/3451956505637327494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/3451956505637327494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-day-to-me.html' title='Happy Day to me.'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-998674417206793513</id><published>2011-12-12T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T08:56:06.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy crumb towns.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;That is what my little life is flailing about doing ... creating crumbs at every checkpoint. I'm not into video games either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Race, race ... checkpoint&lt;br /&gt;Race, race .. and race .. checkpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ALAS ... let me share some wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS MUCH AS I don't quite like it at this "momento" ... I am still thankful to be putting around doing all the putting around .. and it isn't because it's that time of year to find christmas cheer .. it's everything else that monopolizes the time obligations the whole rest of the year ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that shopping is easier this year. A LOT easier. The boy wants cash. The girl wants things. The husband doesn't like anything. I wish for time. All's well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other things more normal among the homesteadians:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jimmy refused to let me go get a christmas tree last evening with him and "the sir" ... I was told my place was the laundryroom. ... because children wearing towels to school in minus five weather was not permitted. Me, the laundryslacker. What a bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMAGAWD. The telephone situation is at its ultimate in GADGETRY FINEST these days. I have started playing words with friends. HOLLY HOLY crumbcakes houston .. there's a big problem out there. I thought I loved angrybirds and all it's absolute pigpower finery ... and then I started WWF. I'm not sure why I love it so much .. but I do .. this morning I woke up to someone getting 48 points on me ... I should just resign now!!!! But I won't ... I will make them play to the end ... because now I have come to understand ... you also need to get rid of the tiles too ... so I have a chance ... or probably not ... but it's the experience of playing. Wow .. I can see how there are scrabble championships and such things ... or isn't there .. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking LOTS about a certain friend these days ... never get to see her, but I know she's out there .. and she's doing WELL! Such a different place this year, than last ... I am glad that we FIND people in life that we can share a lifetime friendship with ... even though because of time and schedules we do not see one another on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH .. and for the shock of shocks .. I have NOT done christmas cards this year. I didn't have it in my plan of attack back in November, I thought about it back in October, and told myself to make a decision .. DO I or DONT I ... I decided not to .. it was just easier that way. It apparently was a good choice .. since the mailman doesn't really deliver to my house anyways .. and if he does, it is sometimes other peoples mail anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other things ... The Fuss and I made a FAT socials teacher a CAKE project last week. She promptly told Fussy that the FUSS didn't do it correctly, because the cake icing did not change colour as the elevation of the MOUNTAIN rose, and if the FUSS wished to re-do it, she could, and then she would get a better mark. The Fuss demonstrated her FUSSY knowledge and showed the FAT socials teacher the pieces of paper that marked the elevations of the mountain did in fact change colour as they went up. Ya people ... I said FAT ... cause I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ... on to that second cup of coffee and try to figure out how my printer will make my hair more grey today ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-998674417206793513?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/998674417206793513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=998674417206793513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/998674417206793513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/998674417206793513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/12/holy-crumb-towns.html' title='Holy crumb towns.'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-1939824513655123795</id><published>2011-12-12T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T08:33:35.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Faceplants - Get Away (Live Acoustic)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bQqDw6lhovY?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy and his band people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like these guys ... they all compliment one another, in a proprioceptive way. If there is such a thing with musicky people. There has to be ... cause I have seen them many times now ... and they just seem to know what's going on with everyone else. Weird. Or instinct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-1939824513655123795?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/1939824513655123795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=1939824513655123795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/1939824513655123795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/1939824513655123795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/12/faceplants-get-away-live-acoustic.html' title='The Faceplants - Get Away (Live Acoustic)'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bQqDw6lhovY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-6530226218585815969</id><published>2011-12-05T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T08:53:56.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As always ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I am visiting my space of blankness, and creating something that will last an eternity in computerland .. while I am supposed to be doing things that otherwise help me to get ready for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ALAS ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is far finer .. and much more cathartic to the soul ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a sip of java juice, then come up with some VERY IMPORTANT ramblings .. and then a sip, and then a ramble .. it's an important piece to my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that HALF of my computer space is now available ... !?&amp;nbsp; How comforting to know that I can replenish NEW photos ... and start the process all over again with the filling procedure .. ALTHOUGH .. I am thinking that if I can clean out the guts a little more .. then there would be quite a bit of shelf life left to this computer .. SINCE I am getting me an APPLE in the months (read YEARS) to come ...&amp;nbsp; I am pleased with my plan ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dealings with the chicklets ... the Jimmy wished to have 12 dollars for "the winter ball" which he claims that he got tricked into going to ... I tried giving him our fanciful LOONIE money .. which he outright denied taking ... he says "it makes me feel like an asshole handing over that much change ... I will just go find my own money ...." ... alright Jimmy ... off you go ... get your own cash stash .. just make sure MONOPOLY isn't engraved on it .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My coffee is cold ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am most excited about the livingroom furniture .. it isn't fancy , it isn't unsitable, it isn't even uncomfortable ... it is just nice to stare at something different in that livingroom of ours. I put it down to .. I am kinda this person that runs the same wheel of life ... on any given day you can find me doing the same thing, at the same time, without fail .. I say the same things, plead the same case (to the Jimmy), think about the same things .. (where will the stroke group get money from), now I have to run and get _____. So now that I have this livingroom furniture .. IT doesn't have to sit in the same position as it has done for the past 18 1/2 years. REALLY it has. For the prior TWO years that we owned the same couch and loveseat it SAT in the same position as well. Furniture that lasted, but never moved out of place ... it got kinda (Very very VERY) borings after 20 1/2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I want to paint my HALLWAY!!!! I am going to have to do it ONE day .. when the sir isn't looking .. LIKE I did many moons ago .. when he went to work one day .. he came back .. and WHALA .. the hallway was painted ... EXCEPT for the small problem of trying to paint up to the ceiling ..and not getting it on that fancy ceiling white stuff. GAWD. Now he is going to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In things of an even lesser urgent nature:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to put a whole WHACK of junk in my room last week ... STUFF that doesn't have a home, doesn't really fit in any other corner of the tiny little house, nor does it belong to anybody .. EXCEPT me ... now I just need to make it go away .. like the OTHER box of stuff that is sitting in my room. .. how is that possible ... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time is up .. I think I am going to warm this coffee up .. it isn't that warm .. &lt;br /&gt;just my thoughts on this Monday !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-6530226218585815969?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/6530226218585815969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=6530226218585815969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/6530226218585815969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/6530226218585815969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/12/as-always.html' title='As always ...'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-8169454371592074968</id><published>2011-11-30T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T17:03:03.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticky situation 11,342.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I was just about ready to click DELETE on the "my music" portfolio ... when a little bird came chirpping at me ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"uhmm ... something is telling YOU not to do that Deanna, so you better not"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK GAWD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured out that it would have deleted my whole itunes thing that I have going on on the Ipid. YEupp ... my ipid, the Jimmy's ipid, not the Sir or The Fuss'es ipids .. cause they are hooked up on different computers .. BUT MINE .. well that would have been good reason to be the crumpled flower still alive in the garden bed, and try to look pretty, when the situation clearly wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT .. that was avoided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DELETED my picture library instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I did folks .. all ten bazilgalilion pictures and assorted videos .. GONZO charlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I had my handy 240 GB external hardrive to capture all that I deleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would have been cause for more than a freakout than I am already having with my mastercard bill that just so happens to have my roof purchase on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other things far more daring and adventuresome and equally expensive ... now that I have transferred all my images ... I am considering doing on-line scrapbooking .. and doing albums for "the years" that have accumulated. This may be far more time efficient, albeit maybe just as expensive as scrapbooking ... BUT at least there would be the images in hardcover to rifle through. The whole making time to drink wine and scrapbook have all but been thrown out the window. What a shame. I enjoyed my evenings out .. or maybe it was the wine .. at any rate ... my lovely piles of scrapbook adventures will wait for me until the timing is right ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In things that are important to this time of year ... got caught up in a groupon the other day .. and bought TWO of them ... so you know .. I have TWO gifts and all ... for the peoples and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 24 more days to perfect this gift buying adventure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-8169454371592074968?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/8169454371592074968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=8169454371592074968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/8169454371592074968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/8169454371592074968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/11/sticky-situation-11342.html' title='Sticky situation 11,342.'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-4830117546372981181</id><published>2011-11-27T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T20:18:16.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eagles not so far from home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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I mean crap .. he had just gone to bed at what ...5:13? At any rate ... he is done is early morning working for the week ... thank the lord to the mother with the patience of a golden rainbow ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GreyCup is in our big city today. Ick. Football. I once upon a time made the fatal mistake of going to actually watch these large events, thinking that I would get it ... and what I did get was the fact that I felt like an idiot ... cause I didn't have a clue what was going down. AND the freaking whistle ... CHEESUS I HATE the whistle. I'd rather listen to a cowbell ... but apparently that's not the way it is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well .. I have spent a huge HUGE HUU-UUGE&amp;nbsp;portion of time this past week deleting, moving, copying and cleaning ... THIS computer out. The memory WAS full. So full it did look a little bloated and was a tad bit moody in actuality. I am not really sure if it is in fact as cleaned out as it should be ... I think a little more fruit lax from above, will make the final clean out a blow out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime .. I am going to throw some more pictures into this thing .. because NOW I know that I can not delete the library, cause that is going to piss off our little friends "The Ipods". GAWD damned friends .. now these are clearly OBJECTS that I can no longer live without. I think I might love it more than the three humans and two dead dogs combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK .. enough with that gawd damned whistle. I am thankful however that this is the most football that the husbandman will watch for the entire year .. is todays game .. so you know .. I am sorta thankful .. thanks GOD. I am also thankful for the DOOR that husbandman put on the den .. cause it's been shut ... as of now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other things ... will fiddle with the computer .. and the camera .. and you know .. just waste time while I should be doing other things that I know I should be doing .. but just can't be bothered ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE IMPORTANTLY ... I got rid of my 21 year old couch today ... and the other 22 year old couch that wasn't mine to start with .. but I ended up with .. that I gave to the sister ... who I think she might be happy with it .. once she stops being mad ... about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't cure the world .. but I did definitely cure my livingroom of some old stock of something ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-4233785617394781039?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/4233785617394781039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=4233785617394781039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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of the loveseat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3 responses in 20 minutes off of craigslist with the 2nd ad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd pack of mentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd refill of icecubes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd glass of wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 keyboards in front of me ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd time typing on the computer when I should have been txting on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is my second brain when I need it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7261463-5468463343977204682?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/5468463343977204682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=5468463343977204682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/5468463343977204682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/5468463343977204682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/11/2nd-time-around.html' title='2nd time around'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-4078423509969272713</id><published>2011-11-14T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T09:38:01.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resignation incomplete</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I'm still on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still working on that letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to NOT say what I really wish to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other things as equally boring as that ... would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called the school,&lt;br /&gt;talked to the VICE.&lt;br /&gt;He sounded cool,&lt;br /&gt;he sounded nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked on&amp;nbsp;a plan,&lt;br /&gt;or something like that ...&lt;br /&gt;chatted about things like:&lt;br /&gt;being a magician with a hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so not really a magician;&lt;br /&gt;but more like a sleuth;&lt;br /&gt;keeping a watchful eye,&lt;br /&gt;on a particular youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND it gets more boring ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy called it quits;&lt;br /&gt;at the separation game.&lt;br /&gt;All of the non-talking, &lt;br /&gt;was driving him insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He marched himself to the room,&lt;br /&gt;where the forbidden one stood;&lt;br /&gt;Politely wished to conduct himself,&lt;br /&gt;as any young man should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is it;&lt;br /&gt;a trial of separation has ended;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully again,&lt;br /&gt;he wont get suspended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND STILL the boringness continues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A movie in the making,&lt;br /&gt;of which nothing is known ...&lt;br /&gt;A sound engineer sent some music,&lt;br /&gt;of which true talent has been shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Information has been swapped;&lt;br /&gt;and now they lie in wait...&lt;br /&gt;Will the music be used ...?&lt;br /&gt;Can this be their fate ..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT let the snooze button wake you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certain pretty Fuss,&lt;br /&gt;with all her craziness aside ...&lt;br /&gt;has opened up some peoples ears&lt;br /&gt;With a "Manners Speech" to present far and wide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it .. I'm out ... Happy Monday people of the universe.&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/7261463-4078423509969272713?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/4078423509969272713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=4078423509969272713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/4078423509969272713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/4078423509969272713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/11/resignation-incomplete.html' title='Resignation incomplete'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-354930259615745696</id><published>2011-11-07T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T08:51:31.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>writing a resignation letter 101.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;How does one do that ... ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me ..&amp;nbsp; it is unfortunate that I am writing this .. but I QUIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I QUIT because ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has become impossible to split myself into more than one being, or it is at the current time in our universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit because lots of people have a lot of money to be given out, except I can't seem to get anyone to give any to me... and it really isn't for me .. it's for the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit because the pieces of paper that I have to keep track of somehow don't all fit into one binder, or one bag, or one bookcase, without being lost .. because I work out of a box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit because although I do get paid to do a position, I also end up being a volunteer. How is that completely possible? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an essance I look at volunteering as a way of moving forward. An opportunity to make gains where otherwise you wouldn't have a chance at "testing out your skills", in reality a volunteer is ultimately someone that comes, gives and leaves .. no strings attached ... except ... when you end up being a paid volunteer. Wow, now theres a string that's attached!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit because I have let myself fall prey to thinking about a singular item 24 hours a day. Now I have&amp;nbsp; work/quitting OCD .. and I spend half my time telling myself to not think about something, and the other half the day telling myself to write something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit because I just don't know what to do any longer .. and the longer it takes me to quit the longer I stay, and the longer I stay, the longer it takes me to quit. .. not sure how I ended up on this treadmill of happiness ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH right .. it is the PEOPLE. Hook. Line &amp;amp; Sinker. What a snag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I wont quit for today afterall ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-354930259615745696?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/354930259615745696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=354930259615745696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/354930259615745696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/354930259615745696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/11/writing-resignation-letter-101.html' title='writing a resignation letter 101.'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-4506873845919385099</id><published>2011-11-07T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T08:38:57.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mind warp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Somedays I am not cut out for this parenting gig. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lick my knife, make messes, purchase outrageous items, ( OK ..&amp;nbsp;so purchasing livingroom furniture shouldn't be OUTRAGEOUS after 21 years of the current furniture no?)&amp;nbsp;want for everything in the world, text non stop, dream of being great at something, I don't know what I will be doing in 10 years, hope to pull out my paint brushes, paper and pencil and do something ... tomorrow ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I wonder ... how did I get here .. with these two characters ... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am more them, than I am of me, except I just get to be older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly mind warp like .. I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( I have pictures .. of stuff and things .. haven't downloaded into FULL computer!)&lt;br /&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/7261463-4506873845919385099?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/4506873845919385099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=4506873845919385099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/4506873845919385099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/4506873845919385099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/11/mind-warp.html' title='mind warp.'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-1595029690921928679</id><published>2011-10-24T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T08:48:06.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Again ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I ask the question ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or more like a comment .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait .. a mere expression .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's exasperation ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try an eyeball roll with a fixed glaze ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothings good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again .. another sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~ In things fairly funny, at least to me it is ~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I txted the Jimmy the other night. It was 4 AM. I asked where his ride had left him, other than high and dry. He said that his ride was sleeping, so were the other people that were also depending on a ride. So were the other other people that they had gone to visit, on foot, minus the ride. OHMAGAWD. Jimmy ... really ... so there he was STUCK at his friends house .. in the middle of the night, didn't know what to do ... so he was sitting there. Since I securely had him in place via the txting machine, he promptly and silently slipped through the front door, and began marching home ... the trail would have been the quickest easiest route to stealthly find his way home .. but since bears and coyotes inhabit dark trails at night, he set out along the LONG ROAD HOME. My Jimmy ... the musical genious, movie trivia marvel, the social robot. Seriously. He is out ... walking at a pace faster than his heartrate (probably over 200 beats per minute!) .. making his way home in the dark and fog. He is giving me a play by play of the horrifyingly scary event ... so much so that he proclaims .. that he is LEGEND.... and is walking down the centre of the street in an attempt to not meet up with random bears, thugs or zombies. Eventually, just as the battery on his phone is about to sparkle away .. the LEGEND says ... come pick me up ... you will see me ... I am the ONLY one out here ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-1595029690921928679?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/1595029690921928679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=1595029690921928679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/1595029690921928679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/1595029690921928679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/10/again.html' title='Again ...'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-3951103883148913259</id><published>2011-10-18T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T11:16:34.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I would like today:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;More humour.&lt;br /&gt;More craziness.&lt;br /&gt;More laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have already done all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have completed my days request as a smooth 11:11 in the am, what do I have left ...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there is that laundry detergent that I forgot to buy ...&lt;br /&gt;There are the pansies and kale, and bulbs&amp;nbsp;that I am most excited to plant.&lt;br /&gt;I have to continue to empty pots .. which really does excite me!&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are the blue sky colours to catch, along with the vibrant fall colours mixed among it.&lt;br /&gt;AND .. because I am daring I am throwing together a pot of soup. AND because I am even more daring ... I don't even cut up the vegetable .. I just wash, chop the ends and throw in a pot. Sounds strange. Of course it is .. but that is how I roll folks. Must get that done by 11:30 .... it's 11:14. For no other reason that I have to get outside and enjoy this most &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCELLENT BEAUTIFUL WONDEROUS of days ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH .. and wash my car that I just spent 13 bucks at cleaning .. clearly I am not good at the car wash place either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-3951103883148913259?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/3951103883148913259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=3951103883148913259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/3951103883148913259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/3951103883148913259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-i-would-like-today.html' title='What I would like today:'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-6771195040313278050</id><published>2011-10-03T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T09:34:28.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday itsa Monday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;AND that day is TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my&amp;nbsp;Mondays, I really do.&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of my working week.&lt;br /&gt;I like the people that I work with.&lt;br /&gt;I like the people that I get to see.&lt;br /&gt;I like everything about a Monday.&lt;br /&gt;It fills me full of glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other things adventuresome:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to collect the mother tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;She has been visiting my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure my aunt had to go buy a freezer just to keep all the stuff that they baked.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure of it!&lt;br /&gt;We will adventure off at 0600 in the morning again.&lt;br /&gt;The weather I think will be the CRAPS .. and it's my turn to drive through the crap weather and crap location! (Past Abbotsford, Chilliwack, Hope ... not a great drive in the blackness, wind and rain) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT then ... when we get to Kamloops we will be meeting up with a friend for coffee. How cool is that ... three times the charm. I put some pics up on the&amp;nbsp;face.book page ... and our longtime friend says ... what the heck .. you guys are driving through .. and you are not stopping in to see me!? So tomorrow we will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other things ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a friend last week ... it was good to see her ... in fact great to see her ... got to go to a fundraiser ..... nice to see a whole whack of people out to support someone that needs some help ... thatsa&amp;nbsp; good feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other things far more boring but mind boggling ... I need some help in the education department, and navigating through it. Or not. I would prefer THE "or not" ideal, however I'm not sure that is the best way to proceed. My brain is telling me to go with the "or not" situation, but something is propelling me to act on my instinct. I'm confused, but this isn't the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;S.H.O.C.K.I.N.G!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daylight hours for the bears are running slim. Will have to conquer at least ONE good picture before they head off to bed ... that is my next goal. .. Well, that and get my memory card back .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off ... &lt;br /&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/7261463-6771195040313278050?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/6771195040313278050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=6771195040313278050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/6771195040313278050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/6771195040313278050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/10/someday-itsa-monday.html' title='Someday itsa Monday.'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-2766466046401295054</id><published>2011-09-26T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T08:42:47.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big and small ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I see it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LITTLE &amp;nbsp;dogs were doing some BIG barking the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have taken better notice. Well I did notice, but didn't realize that only a LITTLE part of our fence was knocked over by a BIG bear that is currently touring our neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a BIG field next to us, and today I noticed that there is now a LITTLE gate that has opened up the field to our viewing pleasures. However, there is a rather BIG notice parked on the LITTLE gate that there is still no tresspassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG thanks, from LITTLE me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was down at the BIG fields, looking for LITTLE bears, however all I saw were BIG bears, looking LITTLE in all the fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please tell me what BIG setting I am supposed to be taking pictures at, in an effort to get one LITTLE picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husbandman has had the OK to take off his arm holder thingy that makes him look like roboman, whatever that is.... now I have BIG plans for his LITTLE problem arm .. now that he is back in partially working order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this not so BIG stained glass window that is over a hundred years old, sitting propped up inside our LITTLE laundry room. It needs a BIG effort to have a LITTLE frame built around it ... it seems like the perfect physio effort for the roboless husbandman to undertake.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Currently I have the LITTLE heater throwing out some BIG heat while I am typing this .. the weather is wicked and wet and BIG raindrops are flying over our LITTLE homestead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BIG girl that I now own had a LITTLE bit of her lovely long locks chopped last week .. now the BIG blond ponytail is a LITTLE on the smaller side ... but not by much, however it was enough hair to make&amp;nbsp;a BIG change in her LITTLE attempts to actually do her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning the BIG son had me fix a LITTLE spot of his hair, which creates such&amp;nbsp;a BIG ordeal for a LITTLE smudge of hair that insists on sticking up. I think we will make a BIG trek over to the LITTLE hair cutter place to remedy this LITTLE situation that creates such a BIG time waster event in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In more things about me ... I didn't go for a BIG hill challenge yesterday, because of the LITTLE time that I left for myself after the working adventure. Now that today is filled with BIG raindrops, I am left with LITTLE options as to what I will do to ensure that this BIG body gets a LITTLE exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ... there is a LITTLE bit of coffee left, and I have a perfect BIG enough cup to fill it with .. before the next BIG adventure begins for my LITTLE workday.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-2766466046401295054?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/2766466046401295054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=2766466046401295054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/2766466046401295054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/2766466046401295054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/09/big-and-small.html' title='Big and small ...'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-8314401834999915918</id><published>2011-09-19T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T09:28:41.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The sun hasn't even left us for the season and I already miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be out again in full force tomorrow, and then in hiding by Wednesday. Thursday it rains, and Friday is cloudy .. and by then it will be official ... fall will have arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss summer already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss many things actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mostly miss my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a limited time here, and I am not sure when I am going to reach that potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my time is obligated. If my time isn't obligated then it is used up, taken up, borrowed, consumed and manipulated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I think I have time, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days when I say to myself .. "ok, will get that started when I have time"..... still waiting.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the time is now ... and some things need to&amp;nbsp;be flung to the back burner when other time sensitive events happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend commented the other day that why am I sitting listening to the Jimmy play, when that is the reason he has a CD now. Ok ... he might have a CD, but he also has about&amp;nbsp;a minimum of&amp;nbsp;5 hours worth of music sitting in his fingertips, which he always wants me to listen to. It's a double edge sword .. he is willing to sit and play, and converse, and build his repetoire, which springboards him into being a better musician ... or&amp;nbsp;I could go out walking/running and build muscle and burn calories, and yae for me I did it ... but at the end of the day ... I will still be able to do that .. tomorrow .. and who knows where the Jimmy will be tomorrow ... so HIS time is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I kind with my time, or simply kinda stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the Mr. Husbandman in all of this ... he doesn't care to take an interest in this sort of endeavour .. however .. I know all too well if the boy would be outside chiseling up a hunk of wood with bandsaws, whipsaws and seesaws there would definitely be an active interest by the Husbandman .... in the meantime ... while the Jimmy is under our crumbling roof&amp;nbsp;I will lend an honest ear to the time that it takes to watch a musician in the making. I think this is time well spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime I will continue to miss our longer well lit days, and admitedly accept the narrow length of time that the sun will bless us with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course with the darkening days of the fall quickly approaching I am warmed by the thoughts of my beautiful new reading lamp that I purchased back in the summer time .. when&amp;nbsp;I thought I had lots of time to read, and still didn't find the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if all my time obligated to working could actually go to a new supersonic chair for doing some reading in .. instead of things like roofs and trips to Cuba for children .. then it would be most stupendous! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Pipalot is HELL bent on getting to Cuba this spring. I congratulate her efforts ... and I was wishing that I could make the trek with her .. but that comes with competition from a whole other whack of parents all clamouring for the same trip (for free... cause we would be chaperones after all) ...OR we would have to pay for it to accompany her. Without a doubt this little chickster is going to CUBA ... and I don't care how much money it costs .. this little lady is going on this trip ... cause she is worth it .. and more. I should maybe throw my hat in the ring ... TIMING could be everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time .. right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/7261463-8314401834999915918?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/8314401834999915918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=8314401834999915918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/8314401834999915918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/8314401834999915918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/09/missing-things.html' title='Missing things'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-6984630285569828180</id><published>2011-09-12T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T21:55:12.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>double trouble berry bears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JaxPRLRTGoo/Tm7bCyGb-0I/AAAAAAAADJY/p1enen01a_c/s1600/_DSC4662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JaxPRLRTGoo/Tm7bCyGb-0I/AAAAAAAADJY/p1enen01a_c/s400/_DSC4662.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/7261463-6662730219046143914?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/6662730219046143914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=6662730219046143914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/6662730219046143914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/6662730219046143914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/09/berry-bears.html' title='berry bears'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jWlMTqaHAds/Tm7bCPrVfzI/AAAAAAAADJA/-3K_grZgY-s/s72-c/_DSC4654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-6610447291259107353</id><published>2011-09-12T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T08:41:33.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The face of the Fuss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8zFzLIKGpKY/Tm4oLTZCNLI/AAAAAAAADI4/Lb0qGwxaEc8/s1600/_DSC3650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8zFzLIKGpKY/Tm4oLTZCNLI/AAAAAAAADI4/Lb0qGwxaEc8/s400/_DSC3650.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands down ... this Pipalot is a sure fire Chickalot.&lt;br /&gt;Love her-a-lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/7261463-6610447291259107353?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/6610447291259107353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=6610447291259107353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/6610447291259107353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/6610447291259107353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/09/face-of-fuss.html' title='The face of the Fuss.'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--f6BYiEse_A/Tm4oK9Cb73I/AAAAAAAADIg/5LKAh9q1nbQ/s72-c/_DSC4292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-4574453188026389251</id><published>2011-09-12T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T08:30:55.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spy at work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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I spied some pretty flowers, along side the of the racing flags in the cities downtown core. Love this time of year when they put the racing flags up ... just for the car show! The geese came to town, in an odd location. I spied him, and he spied me. I spied this gate edge, because it was fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this spy has gone back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/7261463-4574453188026389251?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/4574453188026389251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=4574453188026389251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/4574453188026389251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/4574453188026389251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/09/spy-at-work.html' title='Spy at work.'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0dI552dZQNY/Tm4lraxGcUI/AAAAAAAADII/cy2z16DgeNc/s72-c/DSC_3767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-544808332571395959</id><published>2011-09-05T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T16:48:00.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life from the back seat ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VzTjS6w9Gk0/TmVfrgceqhI/AAAAAAAADHo/j_C6wkRwH8c/s1600/_DSC4188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VzTjS6w9Gk0/TmVfrgceqhI/AAAAAAAADHo/j_C6wkRwH8c/s400/_DSC4188.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qvslEhdHGbE/TmVfruXm0qI/AAAAAAAADHw/4bRJg9BrCpg/s1600/_DSC3811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qvslEhdHGbE/TmVfruXm0qI/AAAAAAAADHw/4bRJg9BrCpg/s400/_DSC3811.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NhnJmC-VtjM/TmVfr2ScSAI/AAAAAAAADH4/Kn8i_jZ_Iyo/s1600/_DSC3508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NhnJmC-VtjM/TmVfr2ScSAI/AAAAAAAADH4/Kn8i_jZ_Iyo/s400/_DSC3508.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H8tQ3uY-fbE/TmVfr8TWn8I/AAAAAAAADIA/gmwDP1W5Li8/s1600/_DSC3834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H8tQ3uY-fbE/TmVfr8TWn8I/AAAAAAAADIA/gmwDP1W5Li8/s400/_DSC3834.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/7261463-544808332571395959?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/544808332571395959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=544808332571395959' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/544808332571395959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/544808332571395959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-from-back-seat.html' title='Life from the back seat ..'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VzTjS6w9Gk0/TmVfrgceqhI/AAAAAAAADHo/j_C6wkRwH8c/s72-c/_DSC4188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-7208030081251462358</id><published>2011-08-29T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T10:13:21.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yAYBiBMQ0bg/TlvIpcm-J5I/AAAAAAAADHI/CvCOnUcOmGI/s1600/DSC_3515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yAYBiBMQ0bg/TlvIpcm-J5I/AAAAAAAADHI/CvCOnUcOmGI/s400/DSC_3515.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7-aMmiIAS4/TlvIqH9O5yI/AAAAAAAADHQ/U07lXFVhBfc/s1600/DSC_3512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7-aMmiIAS4/TlvIqH9O5yI/AAAAAAAADHQ/U07lXFVhBfc/s400/DSC_3512.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NBC27Xu1wqg/TlvIrDvwM_I/AAAAAAAADHY/qbtoN9-co3s/s1600/DSC_3519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NBC27Xu1wqg/TlvIrDvwM_I/AAAAAAAADHY/qbtoN9-co3s/s400/DSC_3519.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LzffZR4-xSY/TlvIsEGDTgI/AAAAAAAADHg/O7_B9Oveseo/s1600/DSC_3508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LzffZR4-xSY/TlvIsEGDTgI/AAAAAAAADHg/O7_B9Oveseo/s400/DSC_3508.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fussy's country club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure how many 14 year old girls would go off treking into the big high mountains, minus all things that make us ever so comfortable in life .. and still wear a smile. AND this girl does! She loved it. The husbandman went four wheeling with his jeep club .. somewhere into the mountains, and this girl was up for any and all kinds of adventure. This misadventure is MISS Adventure at her finest. Her only complaint ... she ran out of macrame twine, while they were stuck on the side of the road when they broke down. (The now VERY MYSTERIOUS end result of the breakdown was actually caused by water in the husbandmans gas tank, which he tracked back to the last place he got gas, up until that point the BELOVED jeep had run to perfection).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! too bad the wife doesn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/7261463-7208030081251462358?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/7208030081251462358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=7208030081251462358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/7208030081251462358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/7208030081251462358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-is.html' title='This is ...'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yAYBiBMQ0bg/TlvIpcm-J5I/AAAAAAAADHI/CvCOnUcOmGI/s72-c/DSC_3515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-540769522037886713</id><published>2011-08-29T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T09:53:17.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WlqjjehaIgk/TlvD-p2DpDI/AAAAAAAADGo/M_Zyd9l3-ZA/s1600/_DSC4053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WlqjjehaIgk/TlvD-p2DpDI/AAAAAAAADGo/M_Zyd9l3-ZA/s400/_DSC4053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rockin with colour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i-gqprp9L-E/TlvD-4_Pa7I/AAAAAAAADGw/tOynI4Fk_IE/s1600/DSC_3631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i-gqprp9L-E/TlvD-4_Pa7I/AAAAAAAADGw/tOynI4Fk_IE/s400/DSC_3631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rockin the wave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UkHuS_Jfz5Y/TlvD_FUr0_I/AAAAAAAADG4/jjxXh84xQMQ/s1600/DSC_3540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UkHuS_Jfz5Y/TlvD_FUr0_I/AAAAAAAADG4/jjxXh84xQMQ/s400/DSC_3540.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rockin the coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wzwwTBiSwKY/TlvD_NRowYI/AAAAAAAADHA/eSo5PZ9cZF0/s1600/DSC_3563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wzwwTBiSwKY/TlvD_NRowYI/AAAAAAAADHA/eSo5PZ9cZF0/s400/DSC_3563.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just rockin the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rock girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/7261463-540769522037886713?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/540769522037886713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=540769522037886713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/540769522037886713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/540769522037886713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/08/rock-girl.html' title='Rock girl'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WlqjjehaIgk/TlvD-p2DpDI/AAAAAAAADGo/M_Zyd9l3-ZA/s72-c/_DSC4053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-7324638524443125143</id><published>2011-08-29T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T09:37:11.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolutely the weirdest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Feeling in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night I had to drive (as usual, not complaining, happy to do it, pretty much, I'm thinking) the boy and his people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where it gets weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are flying down the freeway ... well, me and the three youngish characters .. in the grandious indigo blue mazda 5 ... everybody is silent, with the exception of the CD that was blaring out through the speakers, at volume set at none other than the highest number possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sounds that were penetrating the eardrums, was the incredible collaboration of the three young characters that were sitting in the mazda 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a surreal experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only are these young characters just three hard working guys ... they are incredibly talented musicians .. so much so that they have just finished recording their CD. The oldest is 18... soon to be 19, but not for a number of months away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What floors me in the most extreme is the very fact that I can not wrap my head around how they were able to pull off this CD without someone having any input into their music, except them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am of course biased .. I am the mother of one of the musicians, so therefore I should like the music. Not entirely. If I didn't think the music was pleasing to my ear .. I certainly would not listen to it, I know I would have a hard time encouraging my "elton john boy" to rock the death metal ... which this music isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS a parent I am intensely apprehensive to watch and see what happens next, if anything. I am apprehensive to see my boy get caught up in a life that may only be as good as recording this music will get. I am fearful that this may be the un-doing of all my doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, you would never know that the group of characters sitting in my car the other night had the almighty power of creating some very powerful music ... something that resonates in your brain, long after the music is over. Strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all so bizarre.&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/7261463-7324638524443125143?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/7324638524443125143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=7324638524443125143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/7324638524443125143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/7324638524443125143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/08/absolutely-weirdest.html' title='Absolutely the weirdest'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-5979369993095032403</id><published>2011-08-18T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T13:01:06.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I go to the Rockies:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-idjNWUz699w/Tk1vf0EW4DI/AAAAAAAADGI/vR8XYUFdRLA/s1600/_DSC4301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-idjNWUz699w/Tk1vf0EW4DI/AAAAAAAADGI/vR8XYUFdRLA/s400/_DSC4301.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jS5v9F4szZ0/Tk1vf_63z2I/AAAAAAAADGQ/X2E9vsuP_fE/s1600/_DSC3984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jS5v9F4szZ0/Tk1vf_63z2I/AAAAAAAADGQ/X2E9vsuP_fE/s400/_DSC3984.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ynw3vGz_AyU/Tk1vgOnRE0I/AAAAAAAADGY/vHwTNRLYTVA/s1600/_DSC3886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ynw3vGz_AyU/Tk1vgOnRE0I/AAAAAAAADGY/vHwTNRLYTVA/s400/_DSC3886.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8-ZUCOmfVPY/Tk1vgTg3AmI/AAAAAAAADGg/KeYS8HrbLVE/s1600/_DSC3436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8-ZUCOmfVPY/Tk1vgTg3AmI/AAAAAAAADGg/KeYS8HrbLVE/s400/_DSC3436.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what I come up with??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh .. has anyone seen my other memory card ... it seems to be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/7261463-5979369993095032403?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/5979369993095032403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=5979369993095032403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/5979369993095032403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/5979369993095032403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-go-to-rockies.html' title='I go to the Rockies:'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-idjNWUz699w/Tk1vf0EW4DI/AAAAAAAADGI/vR8XYUFdRLA/s72-c/_DSC4301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-6114378676001661548</id><published>2011-08-17T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T17:13:40.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh dear Deanna.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Keyboard stuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer broken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts lost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera unavailable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rqbho1="111"&gt;What is with the absence of intelligence on this page?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rqbho1="111"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rqbho1="111"&gt;None of the above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rqbho1="111"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rqbho1="111"&gt;Just absent ... minded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rqbho1="111"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rqbho1="111"&gt;I have been on "holidays" ... whatever that means.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rqbho1="111"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rqbho1="111"&gt;Staying away from addictive sorts of endeavors .. like this. Of course FB is much quicker and easily accessible to my needs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rqbho1="111"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rqbho1="111"&gt;I miss this addictive endeavor ... how do I get to share my idiotic stories of complete and total duldrums of one persons life? .. if I do not live here in mysterious world .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rqbho1="111"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rqbho1="111"&gt;I have pictures of our time away ... of course I can't find the memory card. How convenient is that .. I have a feeling that a certain someone has made away with it .. and now has given it to their friends .. who have promptly misplaced it ... cause now I have a certain somebody elses memory card ... which I KNOW wasn't in my camera last week. FUCK. It's gone forever now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rqbho1="111"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rqbho1="111"&gt;There is dust on my computer desk. THAT is how little I have been settling into this computer location.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rqbho1="111"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rqbho1="111"&gt;I do have a freezer loaded with blueberries .. of which I did not pick, but rather just bought from a from down the street. They are ever so beautifully delicious. .. AND if somebody wishes to hand me over MORE blueberries .. I would gladly take them ... I am not shy about this blueberry business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rqbho1="111"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rqbho1="111"&gt;The SIR required SURgery. On his arm .. after he blew his tendon that holds his bicep up. KABOOM! Tendon sent sailing into the wind.... or muscle. I am ever so thankful that the young man blew it up at work. Helpful in the FINANCIAL department .. cause this could have happened at home ... and then that would be challenging .. given my aversion to working extra hours and all. Look at me .. Lady Picky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rqbho1="111"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rqbho1="111"&gt;Mr Jimmy has been recording his album with his band the last number of weeks, actually this is their fourth week. Today of all days .. FINALLY .. I was drifting home from way the other side of 200th ... in Langley .. and there are close to about 3002 lights along the way .. I managed to ride through them all .. BUT one. Incredible.... however today was my last day of giving these characters rides back and forth out there ... wouldn't you know it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rqbho1="111"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rqbho1="111"&gt;Oh .. and the biggest news of ALL. I left the province of BRITISH COLUMBIA .. yes people I did... I really DID!!! I so WANTED to see a grizzly while I was out and about in the province .. but I did not .. BUT I did see some signs that told me that there were grizzlies in the area ... but NONE were spotted .. although I did get to spot a whack of other life forms. I actually managed to go and see the Rockies. Wow .. what a concept.&amp;nbsp;I have pictures .. somewhere... it's a blur now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rqbho1="111"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rqbho1="111"&gt;The Pipenzadoll has been more than busy since ...&amp;nbsp; uuuhm ... I think July 1st. She really has. Everything this chickster has done, she has had to schedule. Quite possibly the best vacation a parent could ever plan for their child!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rqbho1="111"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rqbho1="111"&gt;I have not yet managed to read one book this whole entire summer ... (not sure if its hit its entirety ... but anyways ... ), haven't had a chance ... no I have not. I have done a little reading here and there ... but nothing that amounted to me closing a book and saying .. "wow ... that was a good book". So the stack continues to grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rqbho1="111"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rqbho1="111"&gt;I am currently in limbo in my working department. I am very much want&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;ing to hit the SEND button on my email at work stating that I am leaving the weekend post.&lt;/span&gt; I'll think on it ... for a bit longer ... cause what do I do on the weekends anyways ... ?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rqbho1="111"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rqbho1="111"&gt;Well .. I am going to leave now and go somewhere .. off walking .. cause that is also what I am a professional at. Not that I have a certificate stating such a fact ... which is what you need nowadays to get a job ... little piles of certificates. Guess it doesn't bode well for tree hugger lady that refuses to print things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rqbho1="111"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rqbho1="111"&gt;OK .. am off ... who knows what day I will return .. could still be out walking!&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/7261463-6114378676001661548?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/6114378676001661548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=6114378676001661548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/6114378676001661548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/6114378676001661548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-dear-deanna.html' title='oh dear Deanna.'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-4755351677220663099</id><published>2011-07-27T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T08:20:21.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rattlebattle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_b0dra="115"&gt;I am in the midst of being rattled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_b0dra="115"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_b0dra="115"&gt;It's a battle to be this rattled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_b0dra="115"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_b0dra="115"&gt;I know how to fix this ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_b0dra="115"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_b0dra="115"&gt;Get away from it all ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_b0dra="115"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_b0dra="115"&gt;Which is what I am doing tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_b0dra="115"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_b0dra="115"&gt;Today is just filled with organizing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_b0dra="115"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_b0dra="115"&gt;No more battling with this rattling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_b0dra="115"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_b0dra="115"&gt;Now that was easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_b0dra="115"&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/7261463-4755351677220663099?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/4755351677220663099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=4755351677220663099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/4755351677220663099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/4755351677220663099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/07/rattlebattle.html' title='Rattlebattle'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-1509370181706634761</id><published>2011-07-13T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T08:29:29.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little story coming from the woods</title><content type='html'>Well it's not really from the woods ... I'll just say it is ... cause I'm good like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl is into DAY 3 of her summer camp volunteering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omagawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just the best thing in the world that we have ever decided to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is purposeful honest helping work, and the littler girls just love her. They don't like their leader. Cause he is old. ALL 18 years of him. THATS how old their leader is. AND he is a BOY. Which makes him even more DISLIKEABLE. The Fuss is in charge of smoothing over the girls, and calming the waves of hysteria that are generated with each camp task. She is also a good workhorse ... gathering the requested firewood by BEN the much elder BOY LEADER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is hilarious. Listening to her stories ... and best yet .. she gets weekends off. FREE TIME is now a cherished event in this homestead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy is a lot of work. But when isn't he? Oh .. I know ... when he is sleeping .. but then .. who knows when those hours occur either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am currently waiting on ... wait for it ... waiting and waiting ... for a NEW JOB! Yes people .. I have gone out and done it again .. I found a little job that kinda interests me, in only a way that a little job can! I think yet again .. that this is a smart move job ... so I am very much hoping that I will be contacted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well .. must move forward with the day. Their are angrybird levels that I must conquer. OK .. not really .. cause I have conquered them all .. just waiting for updates ... actually there are book pages that I must turn. I think I am going to spend every extra waking hour sitting in my yicky sometimes dusty livingroom... reading my books. Cause now I have a basket loaded with them. I will treat them like angrybird levels ... I will not achieve three star status until the last page is turned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-1509370181706634761?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/1509370181706634761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=1509370181706634761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/1509370181706634761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/1509370181706634761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/07/little-story-coming-from-woods.html' title='A little story coming from the woods'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-3631606779065119712</id><published>2011-07-13T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T08:10:58.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old meets new</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jEXGDcosSqg/Th21ggbLDiI/AAAAAAAADEk/xxiQFdamDN0/s1600/_DSC2586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jEXGDcosSqg/Th21ggbLDiI/AAAAAAAADEk/xxiQFdamDN0/s400/_DSC2586.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fellows were playing at Sapperton Days a number of weeks ago ... I'm not really sure what Sapperton Days really are .. but there was/is a caps cycle that has been home to this street for as long as Sapperton has been around .. at least I believe. It's a bit of a street festival where people gather with their sometimes happy, and sometimes not so happy children, eat, get painted on, collect balloons and FREE bags from local businesses, and listen to good music ...&lt;br /&gt;bascially an excuse just to have a small event to welcome in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all good, along with this local band seen in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/7261463-3631606779065119712?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/3631606779065119712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=3631606779065119712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/3631606779065119712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/3631606779065119712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/07/old-meets-new.html' title='Old meets new'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jEXGDcosSqg/Th21ggbLDiI/AAAAAAAADEk/xxiQFdamDN0/s72-c/_DSC2586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-193239562652648492</id><published>2011-07-04T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T09:16:17.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year ...has left the building.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Thank goodness for good things. More drama and chaos than a bunch of 13 year old girls ... except that it wasn't the thirteen year old girls ... it was a singular sixteen year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still be fuzzled over the waves that smacked me up side of the head over the last number of months ... clearly I am numb from the events . Interestingly enough while it appears that the Jimmy egged on a number of events that took place in his music program ... that music program is far removed into the community as well. So much so ... that the music program instructor laid claim to an event that happened over the weekend, and questioned certain attendees reason for being there .... the gob smacked former music program students sat there ... and replied ... "because this is a public event, and has nothing to do with school ... which we graduated from LAST year ..." All I can say .. is that I am ever so thankful that "the Jimmy" was nowhere to be found amongst this young group of individuals ... cause that would have been cause for CONSIDERABLE chaos in the next number of years. Luckily JIMMY was stationed at his work place ... for once in his already drama filled life, he was at the right place at the right time. I feel for the guys that the altercation took place with ... cause they were all his bandmates &amp;amp; his manager .. so he would have been right along side of them if it hadn't been for his stressful 4 hour evening shift! Thanks WAL.mart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other events news worthy in my life filled with happy humdrum ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just drank a mojito for the very first time the other night. ABSOLUTELY incredible. When did alcohol start tasting so good!? Then I had a second one last night.&amp;nbsp;I might even have one again tonight ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to chat to some very very very concerned parents last night. I feel for them. The boy and THAT band are/WERE going to apply to cover.me cbc canada and submit an audition to be on the show. They put together a video, an EXCELLENT video .. and after I chatted with the very very very concerned parents I went on line to see what some of the story was ... I had only quickly scanned it the other day ... AND that was when I noticed that the VIDEO couldn't be used. .. thus put them in great jeopardy of not applying for the show ... (WHICH!) is a huge committment ... as in living away from home for 10 weeks ... or MORE!&amp;nbsp; Anyways ... am still not sure on the details .. or even if they are going to be able to apply ... what a disappointment for all of them ... it would have been an opportunity of a lifetime. DESPITE the fact that the JIMMY would have been in school ... but then so would the other band members, or keeping them from their jobs ... HOWEVER they are young ... and these types of things only come through very few times in a lifetime ... so .. now that the Jimmy is sleeping .. I am not sure what the final decision has been. The issue if over the BASE player .. he has decided to leave the band .. and they made the video ( on Canada Day) with him in it .. and you can not use anybody in the video if they are not applying for the show. WOW .. wished we would have known that then. That said .. it was a difficult decision for the base player to leave the band .. I have a feeling he hasn't quite left yet. SEE ... spiraling sparks of craziness happening when one is least expecting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PIP .. well we found some truly horrific nail polish that tastes like dandelion juice ... guess who has stopped biting their nails now!&amp;nbsp; She is now moving onto HIGH school ... and will be re-acquainted with her brother inside the same walls of the education system. She will just fly this girl. The right amount of common sense, and a certain drive to do well will see her through. She has her sights set on the choir, (going to CUBA this year!)&amp;nbsp;and getting into the play ... which I have NO doubt she will manage to succeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking of purchasing some new runners ... just need to get to the location at which to make the purchase ... I ran a 10k last week ... not sure why I decided to do it ... I think it could be the chatter that goes on about "10k". I thought I would try it out for size. I did it before, ten million moons ago, when I was less than half my age now ... and I can still do it. OK yae. I think today I will go out again .. I just haven't figured out where ... I like the track (easy on the joints, and pretty view surrounding you, but BORING going that many circles), I don't mind the roadways around my house (quieter, gives you some scenery, but long and boring), and the dyke is alright .. (but I "run" with music, and you are out there alone, and the rocks get into your shoes ... but the scenery is just that ... SPECTACULAR!) ... not sure what the decision will be .. sometimes it just boils down to convenience .. what's good for me RIGHT NOW. Well .. I will figure that out later .. when I need to make that all important decision!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must fly .. and make my hair look people friendly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-193239562652648492?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/193239562652648492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=193239562652648492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/193239562652648492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/193239562652648492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/07/another-year-has-left-building.html' title='Another year ...has left the building.'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-2996688520304580933</id><published>2011-06-28T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T09:08:16.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a box ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pens,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Papers,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;little bags,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;odd rocks,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cards,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;special bags&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;key chain holders&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;name tags&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wooden boxes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;scraps of material&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;toothbrush&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;old sunglasses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;12 books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cd case&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;camera manuals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;iphone box "special"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ribbons &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hand cream tubes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wooden unpainted characters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;leftover christmas decorations&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Yes ... that is what my box will be full of the second I leave here ..... It's little pieces of stuff that has accumulated in little inconspicuous corners of the world, that serve to clutter me up. I am about to be defragged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news newsworthy ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an aha moment .. just a moment ago ... I am going to transfer the pictures of the strides for stro.kes event from saturday onto a memory card, and then bring my frame, and let them play from that ... what an idea~! People will be most happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gift bag cupboard is full .. well full of tissue paper that is ... AND then I bought more BEAUTIFUL gift bags last week. ONE can never have enough gift bags ... and to think that I only have ONE shelf dedicated to that sort of stuff .. no wonder I cant put the gift bags away. Probably should buy more gifts ... I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY thundering granola bars .. it's my nieces 16th birthday today ... my BIL took a gorgeous photo of the girl ... absolutely gor.gee.os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl, and my boy .. along with a couple other thousand kids are writing their provincial math exam today. Nothing like having your birthday at the end of June, or the beginning of September, or even the beginning of January ... it's all a WELCOME to school event .. of which we all have done this to our children. Well .. my boy had his chance ... he could have arrived on Christmas .. like I wished for him to.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other non-christmas events ... it's raining out ... but warm ... so in effect my flowers and APPLE trees are being watered! I can not find my box of carrot seeds that I had here last week ... can't hink of what I did with them .. and they didn't fill my box of SHIT... CRAP... STUFF... delicately placed items of existance ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need some pictures .. must go find some ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-2996688520304580933?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/2996688520304580933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=2996688520304580933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/2996688520304580933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/2996688520304580933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-have-box.html' title='I have a box ...'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-1820492721499165457</id><published>2011-06-27T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T09:47:09.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am Am Am Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So GLAD this weekend is over!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how glad ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ALWAYS dead nervous running events ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The WALK went over very well ... DESPITE the rain ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our music remained good souls, and played for the group ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the perfect amount of help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND managed to run 6 miles at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used SUNDAY as a day of rest ... cause that is the way it was done ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time .... !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-1820492721499165457?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/1820492721499165457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=1820492721499165457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/1820492721499165457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/1820492721499165457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/06/am-am-am-am.html' title='Am Am Am Am'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-4330542611191273551</id><published>2011-06-21T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T09:56:34.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of summer ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I certainly hope it stays that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HAVE SUNSHINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have offered up my house for an event next week. Kinda nervous ... cause it just makes me nervous offering up my house ... not that we have party crashers .. it's more of ... I just get worried that the place will never get clean enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. who cares. It will be nice to just "do something different".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other things different...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SUNSHINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other things different....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SUNSHINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In things that are going on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SUNSHINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No really ... I speak the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am doing things differently already .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have booked some dates for the stroke group to meet in the summer. NOW that is different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have decided that I am going to try and run 5 miles in an hour. I did it in an hour and TWO minutes yesterday. Had a little freak out at my failure!... of course the freakout was because the PIP was with me ... and I had my music turned up ... Omaaaagggaaaawwdddd ... EVERYBODY needs this song "Back in the New York Groove" by KISS. ... and I was trudging along ... with the music in my ears... and the PIP rolling along side of me... and me singing ... to the song ... which I barely know the lyrics ... and the FUSSILINA doll is rolling her eyes and laughing at my craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My real goal was to run for 60 minutes ... but when I saw that I was going to get close to running to the 5 mile mark my pace quickened ... cause sometimes I am just that determined. The Fussy had been busily telling me about how she doesn't do anything competitive, and we had been talking about that while I ran,&amp;nbsp;and she road&amp;nbsp;.. and so it was that exact TEACHABLE moment that it sprung upon me that life is a competitive adventure .. if only it is US that we compete against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next goal is to continue to quicken my pace, if only a very small amount .. and purchase some new runners ... however currently I am still very much loving these nike air runners that I have owned for a small while, and are still very cushiony, and still have a large amount of tread that hasn't been flattened. I might even buy another pair of running pants. AND .. then I am going to attempt to run every second day, instead of every third. Lots of plans swirling about ... just need to jump on them .. between the weather storms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More news on the Fussilina doll ... she auditioned &amp;amp; FINALLY got a solo for the leaving ceremony on Thursday. My Fussilina doll ... amazing young lady with a glowing spirit, she exudes such&amp;nbsp;gentle confidence mixed with a certain amount of craziness. Oh how I wish I could have been this way when I was her age. Crazy ... well I believe I had perfected that in Grade 8 ... but that confidence .. and auditioning &amp;amp; singing IN FRONT of others ... neva, neva, neva, NEVERRRRR! She is over the top excited to begin Grade 9 ... just so that she can&amp;nbsp;get into the play ... that is her sole focus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Jimmy. The Jimmy is good. Looking like James Dean again, with that black leather jacket, t-shirt and jeans. That Jimmy is now "his" departments "go-to" guy. The manager lady asked for "the Jimmy" when he showed up for work yesterday and told him that he was now "the go to guy" for the other employees in his department. She said that she watched him in action the last couple of weeks, and saw that he had a good work ethic, and encouraged others to complete tasks that were asked of them. HOLY FLYING FRUITBATS ... I knew this day would come ... that the Jimmy would take ownership of doing a good job, when there was a lot at stake. Mr. 16 year old newbie is the go-to guy. Rock on Jimmy ... oh .. right .. that he will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy first day of summer .. and a warm welcome back .. to the SUNSHINE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-4330542611191273551?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/4330542611191273551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=4330542611191273551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/4330542611191273551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/4330542611191273551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-day-of-summer.html' title='First day of summer ...'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-8014723155237690309</id><published>2011-06-20T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T09:39:54.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I have ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone come and do my hair for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Please plug the curling iron in and style away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your payback will just be a simple thank you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;In other things that I wish I can have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;That would be time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And money .. not necessarily for my own family, but a larger cause.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A chauffer ... for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wait ... I want a housekeeper, that isn't me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Does she do laundry .. cause I want one of those people too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What about a shopper person ... there is such a service!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An appointment scheduler ... for things like oil changes and stuff!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think a stylist is in order ... cause I have the simplest style going.... this could be challenging.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A closet organzier. NO ... someone that re-organizes my specially contained stuff, to be re-contained ultra special like.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A present shopper. I am the WORST ever present shopper. I even consented to a gift for a good gift giver for the giftee's, and the good gift giver has come up giftless, which makes me even more giftless, and now I can't retract the gift-in-tow obligation to regift my non-gift that I would have simply presented in a giftcard.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;That's all.&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/7261463-8014723155237690309?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/8014723155237690309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=8014723155237690309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/8014723155237690309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/8014723155237690309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/06/can-i-have.html' title='Can I have ..'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-4288984917397305198</id><published>2011-06-13T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T09:33:42.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>speeding away at the speed ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Of sound ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&amp;nbsp;I was at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, it was Sunday, and that is generally where I find myself on most Sundays.... but when it came to 2:00 ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shot up and left... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ran (well OK I didn't run at this very moment&amp;nbsp; but rather quickly made my way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to get to ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the faceplant fellas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing at Sapperton Days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there they were in big bold daylight ... on stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing and playing their big sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very cool to watch ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;I watch these characters and wonder where does one get their drive to perform?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King and I are very NON performers. So it doesn't come from that. I have always been intrigued about intrinsic motivation, and how truly UN-intrinsicly moved the Jimmy has been over the course of his years ... EXCEPT when it comes to his music &amp;amp; what HE wishes to perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Miss Pipalot is the same ... a natural performer. She has excelled in the exact ways that the King and I never enjoyed during the school years ... presentations and getting involved in the school plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be interesting times next year when the chicklets of mine re-enter the SAME school ...&amp;nbsp; and they are BOTH going to try out for the play. The difference will be exactly this ... the PIPPY will be able to adapt to whatever is thrown her way, and she will just go with it ... and I know the JIMMY will find a swirling current and get caught going a different direction .. as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime ..... I will continue to trudge around the lower mainland watching the faceplant fellas play on a variety of stages ... and I will try and get pictures of them ... of course the trick here is to get a good picture of each them, in a light where they look good in an exact moment. Challenging no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-4288984917397305198?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/4288984917397305198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=4288984917397305198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/4288984917397305198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/4288984917397305198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/06/speeding-away-at-speed.html' title='speeding away at the speed ...'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-5228026021598682512</id><published>2011-06-07T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T15:49:41.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats up in the neigbourhood...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-elfx83dLdC0/Te6q_w-qCzI/AAAAAAAADC4/-rqTNoZyFi8/s1600/_DSC2300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-elfx83dLdC0/Te6q_w-qCzI/AAAAAAAADC4/-rqTNoZyFi8/s400/_DSC2300.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ut8cGhWALuo/Te6rASiQjnI/AAAAAAAADDA/XFL5qI8Ix90/s1600/_DSC2391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ut8cGhWALuo/Te6rASiQjnI/AAAAAAAADDA/XFL5qI8Ix90/s400/_DSC2391.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FNK-JyCOBjA/Te6rA4p8tDI/AAAAAAAADDI/YwaOvEV-zJU/s1600/_DSC2318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FNK-JyCOBjA/Te6rA4p8tDI/AAAAAAAADDI/YwaOvEV-zJU/s400/_DSC2318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1C0glmPw0zE/Te6rBMrqktI/AAAAAAAADDQ/8yjOBNiuadU/s1600/_DSC2327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1C0glmPw0zE/Te6rBMrqktI/AAAAAAAADDQ/8yjOBNiuadU/s400/_DSC2327.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group played at &lt;a href="http://www.theyale.ca/"&gt;"The Yale"&lt;/a&gt; the other night. This place has been spoken about in one of the boys classes by quite a musician himself ( the teacher) . All of these young characters have been subject to the classroom chatter ... and therefore made a point of trying to get their muscial abilities in ... before the place shuts down. Or so I have been told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My challenge of the day of course was trying to get a picture without using the flash .. always easier said than done, but nonetheless I worked at it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be mistaken by the fellow on stage left .. although he looks like the Jimmy himself .. he is a taller version of the Jimmy, who is behind the bass guitar guy on the right, next to the drummer, which you can't see either~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/7261463-5228026021598682512?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/5228026021598682512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=5228026021598682512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/5228026021598682512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/5228026021598682512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/06/whats-up-in-neigbourhood.html' title='Whats up in the neigbourhood...'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-elfx83dLdC0/Te6q_w-qCzI/AAAAAAAADC4/-rqTNoZyFi8/s72-c/_DSC2300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-624090461425188214</id><published>2011-06-05T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T19:36:39.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So yesterday ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Was a long long time ago .. so I'm gonna talk about today.... as it's so fresh in my mind and all. But wait .. first a moment of brilliance ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yae me: I managed to plant alot of my little plants and such yesterday ...&lt;br /&gt;Yae me: I remembered to call my friend ... it was her birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Yae me: I partook in a random&amp;nbsp;wine sampling festival at my friends house.&lt;br /&gt;Yae me: I think I will never get invited back ... not that I was invited anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Yae me: I broke a tree stump down into smitherines &amp;amp; turn to bark mulch.&lt;br /&gt;Yae me: I managed to eat cake and enjoy it guilt free!&lt;br /&gt;Yae me: I remembered to change something from the day before ...! Whoa!&lt;br /&gt;Yae me: I trudged around&amp;nbsp;making plans to turn little things into BIG things!&lt;br /&gt;Yae me: I managed to eat a bun before going to bed in an effort to feel well!&lt;br /&gt;Yae me: I relaxed and enjoyed the moment of being "in the moment"&lt;br /&gt;Yae me: I enjoyed the beautiful evening &amp;amp; didn't worry about those chicklets&lt;br /&gt;Yae me: I managed to get myself back to work this morning minus an alarm.&lt;br /&gt;Yae me: I forgot that I was going to talk about today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some sort of crazy inhumane challenge for myself after work ... I decided to run the route that we normally walk. Except that I don't run .. I kinda trudge, and then work at trudging ... I don't know when it will ever happen that I do run ... if ever .. but for now I trudge. So on Friday I did the 60 minute trudge challenge ... so I ran around the countryfied streets for an hour ... that was all good. Yesterday was a day off ... hence the gardening that got to happen .. and then today I decided that I needed to run around the streets and hills ... you know ... to mix it up a bit ... because I am sorta stupid that way ... I had my Neil Diamon "Crunchie Granola Sweet" &amp;amp; "Brother Loves Traveling Band" playing away on the tune maker, and punched in my random route that I dreamt up .. and off I went .. not sure what was to become of me ... of course there was someone that came up from behind me and flew past me down the hill ... I can't even go down the hill fast ... (which might be a smart thing ... ) ... and continued on ... I ran (trudged ... but DIDN"T walk)&amp;nbsp;for 50 minutes along roadways and inclines ... and eventually when I got myself back to the big hill .. I just walked up it ... for the time being I am not out winning awards at being the complete crackpot that nobody knows I am anyways ... so I figured walking up the hill was still a win in my books... but kind of ... and it was actually just HOT. Of course we are now into the start ofthe summer months, and have only had two maybe three nice days of blue sky weather ... so heatwise it was a bit dicey ... but I was still happy with the results ... I think eventually I might even be able to melt away some extra portions of me ... but will not hold my breathe .. for the moment ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty .... so you in the streets and grocery aisles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-624090461425188214?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/624090461425188214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=624090461425188214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/624090461425188214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/624090461425188214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-yesterday.html' title='So yesterday ...'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-1130846575916949037</id><published>2011-05-31T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T08:41:45.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Way out there ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I really have drifted ... a long long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not for any reason in particular .. I am just "out there" ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to start ... clearly I am hungry ... ! I am trying to type, and eat my max flax bread with peanutbutter at the same time, and wondering why I am not able to write anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK .. back to square one .... moving onto the cup of coffee .. so things should get easier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Here.. this is easier .. numbers in front of sentences increase the opportunity for complete randomness, something at which I have come to be good at.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I experimented with lighting (film speed &amp;amp; aperature)&amp;nbsp;the other night at the boys first "little" rockshow with the FP's.&amp;nbsp; I managed to capture a couple of photos .. minus the flash .. which I didn't want to use anyways, but attached it just in case.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to work last Friday and didn't really work at my hired position, but the fake position that nobody recognizes as valuable, and much needed .. the nice thing was ... what a cool moment to be in ... sitting around a table playing card bingo with a bunch of ladies who had dementia, alzheimers &amp;amp; failure to thrive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That boy of mine has spread his wings, and has begun take off ... of course currently he is residing on another planet, but has his limbs firmly attached to this address, which makes owning him rather tricky, and often difficult, but none the less completely enjoyable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That boy of mine went to his very first job experience on Sunday. It was a very proud moment for me as a parent to embrace the notion that he is making attempts at moving forward in life. Or more importantly earn enough money so that he can have unlimited texting, picture &amp;amp; messaging on his phone ... cause the $550.00 dollar bill needs to be be paid somehow ... and it isn't from me ... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That girl of mine also grew leaps and bounds this past weekend also. She and "Aunty J" went off to the spa together ... the two of them ... lavished in mani/pedi's, then off to the mall .. and shopped together. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That girl of mine gave up biting her nails a number of weeks ago ... and the result was that of a spa experience .. well and a gift for a most awesome 14 year old girl.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nails polished and looking lovely .. she headed out the door this morning to get to choir, and then will be forging ahead with her woodworking JEEP project ... because that is the kind of girl she is ... if we could put her in a ballgown, with safety boots and her hair coiffed, she would happily march around the woodworking room and build her projects. The Tech Ed teacher does laugh at her strong girlish wood loving ways.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The husbandman is currently owning a jungle of a backyard ... last night he made the good efforts of collecting the gas it was going to take to make it throught the jungle of a lawn we are currently owners of.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The husbandman also has his little 12 foot aluminum boot on our ugly back deck tipped for repairs. It makes my job of spring (now close to summer) clean up a bit dicey ... of course the weather, being that of icecubes up until ... I don't know ... last night at 12:30 am ... one of icecubes as well hasn't left much room for yard clean up availability. Global warming .. hmm ... more like global swimming .... thoughts of mad max and the thunderdome movie .. with mel gibson .. ??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have paced myself into the adventures of running ... I dragged my iphone with me the other day ... and clicked on the app where the lady talks to you at intervals, and lets you know your progress ... of course I didn't click off the app, and proceeded to keep running for close to 24 hours. No wonder I could hear cheers coming from somewhere .. but I wasn't sure where ... and eventually figured out it was my phone cheering at me ... in the end I deleted that first timed run ... clearly I am not marathon material. But it was a 5k that I aimed for, and accomplished. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Somedays it's just a marathon of ones mind, it's that simple.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today is also hair colouring day. It has to be ... otherwise that little person talking to me from my iphone that I could barely hear ... will be screaming at me. I just no it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I watched the boy at rock. the fox last week. Very cool. I got to watch him sing and play an Emine.m set with Elton.John singing in parts ... guess which part the handsomeson did? It was cool. I am glad that I was there to see it in person ... because otherwise the videoing of it comes across as darkness from the left hand side of the stage... which is where he was. In fact .. the funniest of things ... him and the rock.school teacher had a rowl about what keyboard he was going to play ... the grand piano (facing the crowd), or the keyboard .. facing the curtains &amp;amp; the side of the stage ... too funny.... the boy ended up playing the grand piano ... it was an exciting moment ... even if he didn't have any real lights on him!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In more things that are out there .... oh wait ... time is catching up again ... I'll be back ... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-1130846575916949037?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/1130846575916949037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=1130846575916949037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/1130846575916949037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/1130846575916949037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/05/way-out-there.html' title='Way out there ...'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-2090129700218097071</id><published>2011-05-29T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T21:35:11.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that boy of mine ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gXELQA-XvEo/TeMefIGyALI/AAAAAAAADBw/egWOwbbWbos/s1600/_DSC2255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gXELQA-XvEo/TeMefIGyALI/AAAAAAAADBw/egWOwbbWbos/s400/_DSC2255.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jy1I2FYFzi0/TeMefY_6WwI/AAAAAAAADB4/YL0mEn-oyRk/s1600/_DSC2224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jy1I2FYFzi0/TeMefY_6WwI/AAAAAAAADB4/YL0mEn-oyRk/s400/_DSC2224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BJRJWSZ6u1A/TeMeflWGtUI/AAAAAAAADCA/z1P7A71reHo/s1600/_DSC2188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BJRJWSZ6u1A/TeMeflWGtUI/AAAAAAAADCA/z1P7A71reHo/s400/_DSC2188.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FjHmcSDpKB4/TeMef_P3WFI/AAAAAAAADCI/ArtmMQXW5GY/s1600/_DSC2161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FjHmcSDpKB4/TeMef_P3WFI/AAAAAAAADCI/ArtmMQXW5GY/s400/_DSC2161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a small concert the other night ... they rocked it ... at the Senior's Centre&lt;br /&gt;.. minus the seniors, well not including me that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/7261463-2090129700218097071?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/2090129700218097071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=2090129700218097071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/2090129700218097071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/2090129700218097071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/05/that-boy-of-mine.html' title='that boy of mine ...'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gXELQA-XvEo/TeMefIGyALI/AAAAAAAADBw/egWOwbbWbos/s72-c/_DSC2255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-4494582133179130323</id><published>2011-05-15T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T08:55:47.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is going on ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2i6FG5Oz6KE/Tc_3gvHhZqI/AAAAAAAADBY/gVbgKrJ07-U/s1600/_DSC0584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2i6FG5Oz6KE/Tc_3gvHhZqI/AAAAAAAADBY/gVbgKrJ07-U/s400/_DSC0584.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around here ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or a bobcat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dryer is drying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are washing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just mastered TWO financial statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going on around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/7261463-4494582133179130323?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/4494582133179130323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=4494582133179130323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/4494582133179130323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/4494582133179130323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-is-going-on.html' title='What is going on ...'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2i6FG5Oz6KE/Tc_3gvHhZqI/AAAAAAAADBY/gVbgKrJ07-U/s72-c/_DSC0584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-5192695029203380741</id><published>2011-05-12T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:23:48.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun fact of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The girl said I was crazy.... she said to not use it as an excuse ... she boldly said I was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very bad 14 year old daughter. &lt;em&gt;VERY BAD.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT am I doing with a 14 year old daugher anyways ... I'm not even sure .. I really must be crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI ... she is VERY BAD, in the same way I am VERY CRAZY.&lt;br /&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/7261463-5192695029203380741?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/5192695029203380741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=5192695029203380741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/5192695029203380741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/5192695029203380741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/05/fun-fact-of-day.html' title='Fun fact of the day'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-2546473486231188645</id><published>2011-05-05T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T08:26:21.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm serious ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;About some things ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not so much about others .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about buying back some time ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT from where ... ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's barely 0830 and I have already had two breakfasts ... hows that for buying time!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-2546473486231188645?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/2546473486231188645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=2546473486231188645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/2546473486231188645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/2546473486231188645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-think-im-serious.html' title='I think I&apos;m serious ...'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-5719346526242954064</id><published>2011-05-04T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T20:03:25.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I'm thinkin ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I might just take up running .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR MY LIFE ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kid you not ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crickets sound insert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-5719346526242954064?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/5719346526242954064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=5719346526242954064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/5719346526242954064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/5719346526242954064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-im-thinkin.html' title='So I&apos;m thinkin ....'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-6115743100221904787</id><published>2011-04-27T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T09:16:22.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annnnd ... we're out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x8sqobDXc3s/TbhBU4OxU3I/AAAAAAAADAo/R7TefC_80eI/s1600/_DSC1322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x8sqobDXc3s/TbhBU4OxU3I/AAAAAAAADAo/R7TefC_80eI/s400/_DSC1322.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mUz964ssed0/TbhBVCzK-vI/AAAAAAAADAw/zYnn8z1IJhg/s1600/_DSC1343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mUz964ssed0/TbhBVCzK-vI/AAAAAAAADAw/zYnn8z1IJhg/s400/_DSC1343.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vyvGm6sVc-k/TbhBVSC7dGI/AAAAAAAADA4/utIq7Vj6kMw/s1600/_DSC1351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vyvGm6sVc-k/TbhBVSC7dGI/AAAAAAAADA4/utIq7Vj6kMw/s400/_DSC1351.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even this farmland is exciting to me ... ! I never knew how much I loved pavement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/7261463-6115743100221904787?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/6115743100221904787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=6115743100221904787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/6115743100221904787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/6115743100221904787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/04/annnnd-were-out.html' title='Annnnd ... we&apos;re out.'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x8sqobDXc3s/TbhBU4OxU3I/AAAAAAAADAo/R7TefC_80eI/s72-c/_DSC1322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-5344141184039157565</id><published>2011-04-27T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T09:11:31.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making our way out ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ACCXVYXhj-A/TbhAMPtDkdI/AAAAAAAADAQ/A8ULKsAfD2A/s1600/_DSC1251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ACCXVYXhj-A/TbhAMPtDkdI/AAAAAAAADAQ/A8ULKsAfD2A/s400/_DSC1251.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N7MAq5DcHmk/TbhAMT1v4GI/AAAAAAAADAY/_oOIVaSOrPs/s1600/_DSC1255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N7MAq5DcHmk/TbhAMT1v4GI/AAAAAAAADAY/_oOIVaSOrPs/s400/_DSC1255.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QNJYg5rmt6A/TbhAMnMhz-I/AAAAAAAADAg/xY0o6hKVbys/s1600/_DSC1312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QNJYg5rmt6A/TbhAMnMhz-I/AAAAAAAADAg/xY0o6hKVbys/s400/_DSC1312.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crumbscakes ... I'm not so sure about this adventuring business. Of course on a selfish point ... I am trying to take pictures ... in which the jeep doesn't stop moving ... which really might be a good thing ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/7261463-5344141184039157565?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/5344141184039157565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=5344141184039157565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/5344141184039157565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/5344141184039157565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/04/making-our-way-out.html' title='Making our way out ...'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ACCXVYXhj-A/TbhAMPtDkdI/AAAAAAAADAQ/A8ULKsAfD2A/s72-c/_DSC1251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-5117680327063856320</id><published>2011-04-27T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T09:06:44.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E01IbuiZmHg/Tbg_EnQk8nI/AAAAAAAAC_4/YoW-lyN-DPo/s1600/_DSC1210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E01IbuiZmHg/Tbg_EnQk8nI/AAAAAAAAC_4/YoW-lyN-DPo/s400/_DSC1210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aKQvzfh3UEU/Tbg_EzuFPbI/AAAAAAAADAA/0I-gzLIdmWA/s1600/_DSC1212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aKQvzfh3UEU/Tbg_EzuFPbI/AAAAAAAADAA/0I-gzLIdmWA/s400/_DSC1212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ww4GZBKnnpo/Tbg_E_k9OMI/AAAAAAAADAI/tuia2eFjFHs/s1600/_DSC1221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ww4GZBKnnpo/Tbg_E_k9OMI/AAAAAAAADAI/tuia2eFjFHs/s400/_DSC1221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take pictures of little waterfalls ... without something stable beneath the camera, so they are blurry waterfalls ... but thats ok ... it has the same reference to life all the same ... eventually everything becomes blurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/7261463-5117680327063856320?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/5117680327063856320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=5117680327063856320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/5117680327063856320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/5117680327063856320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-i.html' title='And I'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E01IbuiZmHg/Tbg_EnQk8nI/AAAAAAAAC_4/YoW-lyN-DPo/s72-c/_DSC1210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-2450824064482796388</id><published>2011-04-27T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T09:03:18.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But then ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6tUbZmNNDiI/Tbg-QJyKpyI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/ExOFzM-oSp0/s1600/_DSC1182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6tUbZmNNDiI/Tbg-QJyKpyI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/ExOFzM-oSp0/s400/_DSC1182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qTAssvy40xE/Tbg-Qm4dDSI/AAAAAAAAC_g/UeO9QB6FS84/s1600/_DSC1184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qTAssvy40xE/Tbg-Qm4dDSI/AAAAAAAAC_g/UeO9QB6FS84/s400/_DSC1184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uoxLLRigsfA/Tbg-Q_lYySI/AAAAAAAAC_o/2Qy0IZomtc0/s1600/_DSC1188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uoxLLRigsfA/Tbg-Q_lYySI/AAAAAAAAC_o/2Qy0IZomtc0/s400/_DSC1188.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L0467fqvWsg/Tbg-Rfld_rI/AAAAAAAAC_w/SIfYaIXbR7M/s1600/_DSC1230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L0467fqvWsg/Tbg-Rfld_rI/AAAAAAAAC_w/SIfYaIXbR7M/s400/_DSC1230.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of them find things like these fossil rock thingys ... which are clearly really kinda old cause they are fossils and all ... and this is a lake, which I think was once all glacier ... and these are shell like looking items. I would have to consult people of extensive knowledge .. which I do not know of ... but kind of cool these fossils are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/7261463-2450824064482796388?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/2450824064482796388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=2450824064482796388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/2450824064482796388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/2450824064482796388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/04/but-then.html' title='But then ...'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6tUbZmNNDiI/Tbg-QJyKpyI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/ExOFzM-oSp0/s72-c/_DSC1182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-8914125564054645165</id><published>2011-04-27T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T08:58:09.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhmm ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zHZMo45cwvA/Tbg9DgWQdbI/AAAAAAAAC_A/855vZGn-9sg/s1600/_DSC1131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zHZMo45cwvA/Tbg9DgWQdbI/AAAAAAAAC_A/855vZGn-9sg/s400/_DSC1131.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-74i2G3ToHyQ/Tbg9D8R1K-I/AAAAAAAAC_I/RzC7J7ZK2RI/s1600/_DSC1133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-74i2G3ToHyQ/Tbg9D8R1K-I/AAAAAAAAC_I/RzC7J7ZK2RI/s400/_DSC1133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hU1LMOsKTfw/Tbg9EEt0_6I/AAAAAAAAC_Q/mDrj89v9h3Q/s1600/_DSC1178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hU1LMOsKTfw/Tbg9EEt0_6I/AAAAAAAAC_Q/mDrj89v9h3Q/s400/_DSC1178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husbandman and the pipster like this sort of traveling ... down creek beds and forests that really don't see the light of day ... all to get to these sorts of places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/7261463-8914125564054645165?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/8914125564054645165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=8914125564054645165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/8914125564054645165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/8914125564054645165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/04/uhmm.html' title='Uhmm ...'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zHZMo45cwvA/Tbg9DgWQdbI/AAAAAAAAC_A/855vZGn-9sg/s72-c/_DSC1131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-2645792407654400299</id><published>2011-04-27T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T08:50:30.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These two are:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h05GxoXz6lE/Tbg7Q4PC3_I/AAAAAAAAC-o/Cz_x9UdmzSw/s1600/_DSC1055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h05GxoXz6lE/Tbg7Q4PC3_I/AAAAAAAAC-o/Cz_x9UdmzSw/s400/_DSC1055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jQhOpeBpqCA/Tbg7RFlK-rI/AAAAAAAAC-w/0PJQIz3mA6g/s1600/_DSC1061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jQhOpeBpqCA/Tbg7RFlK-rI/AAAAAAAAC-w/0PJQIz3mA6g/s400/_DSC1061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2IhkTZqW89s/Tbg7Ract3MI/AAAAAAAAC-4/i-7BlhTTBpI/s1600/_DSC1073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2IhkTZqW89s/Tbg7Ract3MI/AAAAAAAAC-4/i-7BlhTTBpI/s400/_DSC1073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy in love with this jeeping.... so much so ... they find rock fragments to proove it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/7261463-2645792407654400299?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/2645792407654400299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=2645792407654400299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/2645792407654400299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/2645792407654400299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/04/these-two-are.html' title='These two are:'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h05GxoXz6lE/Tbg7Q4PC3_I/AAAAAAAAC-o/Cz_x9UdmzSw/s72-c/_DSC1055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-8537875970881707861</id><published>2011-04-27T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T08:47:06.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking good ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ojfQjk5wYxM/Tbg6dsWIuLI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/92dYdmB6K_8/s1600/_DSC1006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ojfQjk5wYxM/Tbg6dsWIuLI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/92dYdmB6K_8/s400/_DSC1006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RyahpClu9Rw/Tbg6eKVKenI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/B0dz8iYpW4E/s1600/_DSC1009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RyahpClu9Rw/Tbg6eKVKenI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/B0dz8iYpW4E/s400/_DSC1009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-If59PG5kl60/Tbg6eXrCI5I/AAAAAAAAC-g/o6JmoODqm9I/s1600/_DSC1037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-If59PG5kl60/Tbg6eXrCI5I/AAAAAAAAC-g/o6JmoODqm9I/s400/_DSC1037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At all angles ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/7261463-8537875970881707861?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/8537875970881707861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=8537875970881707861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/8537875970881707861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/8537875970881707861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/04/looking-good.html' title='Looking good ...'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ojfQjk5wYxM/Tbg6dsWIuLI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/92dYdmB6K_8/s72-c/_DSC1006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-5354279177051726103</id><published>2011-04-27T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T08:43:10.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling views</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0eFAUIY6oLk/Tbg5imq6oTI/AAAAAAAAC94/huo_UJw__uY/s1600/_DSC0946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0eFAUIY6oLk/Tbg5imq6oTI/AAAAAAAAC94/huo_UJw__uY/s400/_DSC0946.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XesIMLz3x3U/Tbg5i435WMI/AAAAAAAAC-A/LCg-C55OPRc/s1600/_DSC0978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XesIMLz3x3U/Tbg5i435WMI/AAAAAAAAC-A/LCg-C55OPRc/s400/_DSC0978.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YtKLCjz1oHc/Tbg5jN_grgI/AAAAAAAAC-I/EtXcznIqs7o/s1600/_DSC0985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YtKLCjz1oHc/Tbg5jN_grgI/AAAAAAAAC-I/EtXcznIqs7o/s400/_DSC0985.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agreed to going with the husbandman and the pipster out for a ride on Saturday ... it was all good .. with the exception of these tight little trails that we rode through ... that were filled with rocks and tree stumps, but they call this fun ... so I went with it ... for the most part all the pictures captured were taken along the way ... so I was doing my best to capture what I could by continuously adjusting my settings ... cause I don't want to be a green zone girl any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/7261463-5354279177051726103?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/5354279177051726103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=5354279177051726103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/5354279177051726103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/5354279177051726103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/04/rolling-views.html' title='Rolling views'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0eFAUIY6oLk/Tbg5imq6oTI/AAAAAAAAC94/huo_UJw__uY/s72-c/_DSC0946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-7977481911743323195</id><published>2011-04-27T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T08:35:49.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now this is news worthy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XVFWOJ-9r_o/Tbg3Ck8LO6I/AAAAAAAAC9w/ihqL1H26n0k/s1600/_DSC0879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XVFWOJ-9r_o/Tbg3Ck8LO6I/AAAAAAAAC9w/ihqL1H26n0k/s400/_DSC0879.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;First bear of the season ... down the road, in the field, with clear evidence that he has been wondering throughout our location ... hence the backyard deposit behind the fence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Taken at 6:53 PM ISO 5000 1/50 s f/6.3 (blur)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: CENTER;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7261463-7977481911743323195?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/7977481911743323195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=7977481911743323195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/7977481911743323195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/7977481911743323195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/04/now-this-is-news-worthy.html' title='Now this is news worthy'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XVFWOJ-9r_o/Tbg3Ck8LO6I/AAAAAAAAC9w/ihqL1H26n0k/s72-c/_DSC0879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-6732784923725593745</id><published>2011-04-27T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T08:23:05.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo shoot ... or not</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pC-Ym9fa2dE/Tbg01oIWdlI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/2LWfZpiwulQ/s1600/_DSC0620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pC-Ym9fa2dE/Tbg01oIWdlI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/2LWfZpiwulQ/s400/_DSC0620.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the one photo I took. That's it, over the course of 2.5 hours. That's a lot of learning .. just wish I could remember it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9hhq_UWa5aI/Tbg0159EOZI/AAAAAAAAC9g/t3GO4afCUVA/s1600/_DSC0653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9hhq_UWa5aI/Tbg0159EOZI/AAAAAAAAC9g/t3GO4afCUVA/s400/_DSC0653.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up close, and in the face of "the jimmy" ... using the widest focal range at the closest possible point ... yes this method works well on the subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7UAGVZqtM40/Tbg02JpU0TI/AAAAAAAAC9o/LKzgWykNwvU/s1600/_DSC0786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7UAGVZqtM40/Tbg02JpU0TI/AAAAAAAAC9o/LKzgWykNwvU/s400/_DSC0786.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I used the approach that these things wouldn't mind if I made them sit for extended periods as I fiddled with isos and flirted in moderate disaster with aperture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/7261463-6732784923725593745?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/6732784923725593745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=6732784923725593745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/6732784923725593745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/6732784923725593745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/04/photo-shoot-or-not.html' title='Photo shoot ... or not'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pC-Ym9fa2dE/Tbg01oIWdlI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/2LWfZpiwulQ/s72-c/_DSC0620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-5459793787770785546</id><published>2011-04-20T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T08:35:51.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to things more important:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I went to a photography course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't move for three hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took two pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was completely amazed at how much I learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very happy with my groupon purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully now I can take that learning, and put it into picture taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT only maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the time-being, I have taken about 300 pictures of mini muffins that the Pipster baked up the other night. She is just so convenient at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However ... I still do not think that I am happy with the photograph. I guess it's like shopping for toothpaste ... every box has a unique and incredible addage to it ... similar to the pictures that I took. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will delete before I download.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is out. I will make great attempts to throw myself into the middle of it, for many hours, endless hours actually. I will have to be careful to not obsessively walk around the block looking for shiney things .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note ... the diamond thing may well be solved .. I took the ring to two jewelers ... the first guy that made my wedding band, and the second guy that was intrigingly persuasive, almost con artist like. That's pretty bad to say .. but guess what .. I'm thinking that I might just take my ring back for his business, cause the other guy didn't offer me as much information .. AND this guy was left handed. Yes, a judgement call based on the handedness of a human. It boils down to instinct. If anyone gets that out there in the big wide world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to renovate my front yard. I wish I had the momentum to do it. I need a plan. I have the frenzied energy, but I am uncertain about the plan of where to put things. It's a shame cause things look kind of quaint .. and I am going to uproot it all. ... but it is the perfect time to be digging up my front yard, as now that we have cleaned out the 15 tons of moss and malingerers of moss ... I can make some garden paths ... if I wait much longer the heat will arrive (OK being completely optimistic) .... which will make it hard for the plants to have any luck at survival ... unsure as of this moment .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still staring at the cavernous hole in my ring and can't help but wonder where in the world is that diamond ... cause I am sure it is around .. as I heard something fall, but that could just be me hearing rocks whip across the kitchen floor, or the constant clattering in my head. Unsure of which it really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh .. .and back to interesting again ... my post about spring will have to edited again ... I have taken my camera settings off of raw .. which I don't think I really intended it for to be on .. BECAUSE while I can see them ... they just can't be uploaded for your viewing.. not that they were great pictures .. I am still waiting for those myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and even more exciting things ... I ran into some neighbours who told me that they spotted a bear in the field the evening before ... now that is really back to something important!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-5459793787770785546?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/5459793787770785546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=5459793787770785546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/5459793787770785546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/5459793787770785546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/04/back-to-things-more-important.html' title='Back to things more important:'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-2637984338281365443</id><published>2011-04-18T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T09:41:59.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intrigue ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;at it's finest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be interesting that only LESS than one week after spending twenty years together ... that the towel has been thrown in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splitsville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaput.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you ... foreva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes folks ... my DIAMOND from my WEDDING ring is GONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just called the hubandman ... he told me he would bring me home a piece of tempered glass in it's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause .. we love one another!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-2637984338281365443?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/2637984338281365443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=2637984338281365443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/2637984338281365443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/2637984338281365443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/04/intrigue.html' title='Intrigue ...'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-3460126507633907684</id><published>2011-04-13T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T08:35:51.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky number 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Really ... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is ... maybe sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the building that I work in was being contructed ... they omitted the room "213" do to superstition. They really did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I missed the superstition memo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And got myself married on the 13th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frightful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-3460126507633907684?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/3460126507633907684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=3460126507633907684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/3460126507633907684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/3460126507633907684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/04/lucky-number-13.html' title='Lucky number 13'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-9078623669064225819</id><published>2011-04-13T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T12:45:38.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spring take 54</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lQy_fVZnv0o/TbceumRGg_I/AAAAAAAAC84/XtZJt_UmKJE/s1600/_DSC0462.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lQy_fVZnv0o/TbceumRGg_I/AAAAAAAAC84/XtZJt_UmKJE/s320/_DSC0462.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-znfr3FRyhCU/TbcfB_Z6RwI/AAAAAAAAC88/0tn9faprp58/s1600/_DSC0454.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-znfr3FRyhCU/TbcfB_Z6RwI/AAAAAAAAC88/0tn9faprp58/s320/_DSC0454.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXrsPnPmQM0/TbcfUIqSJBI/AAAAAAAAC9A/pmUlG-SZ59A/s1600/_DSC0575.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXrsPnPmQM0/TbcfUIqSJBI/AAAAAAAAC9A/pmUlG-SZ59A/s320/_DSC0575.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring. Kind of. What a break. Absolutely. &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/7261463-9078623669064225819?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/9078623669064225819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=9078623669064225819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/9078623669064225819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/9078623669064225819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-take-54.html' title='spring take 54'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lQy_fVZnv0o/TbceumRGg_I/AAAAAAAAC84/XtZJt_UmKJE/s72-c/_DSC0462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-581915081019766193</id><published>2011-04-11T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T10:03:30.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a new day ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Sounds like a gospel kind of read ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or some sort of prayer ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even a lead up to a great speech of some form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCKY YOU ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a wish to congratulate my friend on her last day of CHEMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a wish for another person close to me, a day of healing before her chemo can begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a silent wish for my mr gramerica to somehow make amends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a point where the journey of HOPE continues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-581915081019766193?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/581915081019766193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=581915081019766193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/581915081019766193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/581915081019766193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-new-day.html' title='It&apos;s a new day ...'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-3746415225758714177</id><published>2011-04-06T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T13:07:02.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holy grahamcrackers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;there's something brewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's your two by four back, I'm done being smacked in the side of the head with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know how a two week 'SPRINGBREAK' turns into a complete nightmare in a few short hours while back to school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure as to how all the craziness happened ... but I think the Jimmy might have just put someone out on stress leave. It's a maybe on that, but holy grahamwafers cheesewillickers there has been some earth shattering ear drum blowing things going on behind the educational walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really ... but it was just spring break ... and "the jimmy" was milling around, doing "Jimmy" like things ... like sprinting up and down our massive hallway that one could have in a 1365 square foot house,&amp;nbsp;looking like a gazel, so much so, that we just started calling&amp;nbsp;him "gazelion". ... and now he is sitting in the VP's office working on schoolwork ... or maybe he is .. I'm just not sure. I dropped him off this morning, and asked myson myson who the fellow on the phone was, standing outside of the school&amp;nbsp;.. and that was the very man that was waiting for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what today will bring ... maybe a straight jacket, duct tape, police cars ... who knows.&lt;br /&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/7261463-3746415225758714177?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/3746415225758714177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=3746415225758714177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/3746415225758714177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/3746415225758714177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/04/holy-grahamcrackers.html' title='holy grahamcrackers'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-8363654294020764724</id><published>2011-04-04T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T09:29:51.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 weeks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;worth of posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have moved into April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new month, so I will try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been this deficient since before blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even picture taking has come to a dramatic standstill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ... the bears are awake, and the days are longer ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So .. some sightseeing is available to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighbours chopped the cherry tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks strange to look out and see more grey cloud than normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the crows, blue jays and squirrels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting that they didn't have the ONE dead tree in the backyard removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT who am I ... ? with the 20 overgrown and scarey BUT alive trees in my backyard ... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have contacted all these strangers to do a walk for cancer campaign ... am still waiting for people to call me back .. now that we are 4 days into the campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will have to do that again this afternoon ... call and leave messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SH&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&lt;crap!&lt; p=""&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I have lots of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON that note ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-8363654294020764724?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/8363654294020764724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=8363654294020764724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/8363654294020764724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/8363654294020764724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/04/5-weeks.html' title='5 weeks.'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-3018664708802533309</id><published>2011-03-28T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T09:59:05.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and really there's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;another week ...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I voted for this ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Spring break"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it works if you are really wanting to go somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which we aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever.&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;No way.&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really and seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fine actually ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gives the school bugs a nice break.&lt;br /&gt;As in school sicknesses a chance to simmer down.&lt;br /&gt;And DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we bring our freshly traveled (except mine) children back into the mix...&lt;br /&gt;AND whala .. a whole fresh batch of bugs to kill off until summer time. I am talking the school system. I mean really ... how clean are the handles on doorknobs, and bathroom stalls ... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other things groovy and happening... hmmm. yes. right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the way I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you ... we (like I did anything) cut down a little semi-annoying tree in the back yard. Well ... the sir cut it .. and I help him move the branches ... it actually was just the kind of tree that makes a mess, except that it's buds produced pussy willows, and it had round silver leaves which shimmered in the light. I think now our neighbours lawn will flood even more .. cause this tree was awfully awfully heavy ... so that water was going somewhere. And then&amp;nbsp;I carried the chunks to the woodpile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that some wild beast has been scratching the crap out of our deadening logs out back. I helped them out on Saturday and destroyed three parcels of long dead tree, and spread it across the walking area, cause I have bark mulch there anyways ... now I have a topping of sawdust. Kind of cool to see the once living tree shredded to a mound of dust ... I think our friendly ant colony has helped in this regard. I say friendly ... as in I like the things ... at least they are eating chopped wood this time, instead of my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week the boy and his band are going to record four of their songs on an "EP". Not sure what that is. ... other than an extended play album. Not sure what that is. I do know that it is going to cost me money. Life is not free, and most definitely not cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for me ... I am planning my front yard relandscaping festival. Except it wont be a festival ... with beads and bands and mardigras paper flying everywhere. It is just me and a shovel and gardening gloves, and soil and my ipod. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-3018664708802533309?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/3018664708802533309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=3018664708802533309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/3018664708802533309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/3018664708802533309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/03/and-really-theres.html' title='and really there&apos;s'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-736446225519736237</id><published>2011-03-23T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T10:51:31.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wonka factory workings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The blue skies have arrived ! The blue skies have arrived !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure why I am sitting here ... probably because of the revoluntionary factors involved in processing what blue skies actually mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl is playing her wii. The boy is sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children do that sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think me and my camera must go for a roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday I watched the most amazing shot come and go ... but I was not prepared for any sort of shots ... I was semi-cameraless. I had the iphone .. but that is only for miniscule pictures ... not cool eagle shots .. like the one I couldn't take yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to go find me some photos for this space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-736446225519736237?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/736446225519736237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=736446225519736237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/736446225519736237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/736446225519736237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/03/wonka-factory-workings.html' title='wonka factory workings.'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-1445146276350346729</id><published>2011-03-14T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T09:39:33.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>really Marching along.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Isn't that what we do in March?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that half the month is already gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that it has almost come to gardening season, and I will be digging things up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that school is 3/4 through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really ? !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March is really marching along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-1445146276350346729?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/1445146276350346729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=1445146276350346729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/1445146276350346729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/1445146276350346729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/03/really-marching-along.html' title='really Marching along.'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-2170772653675279909</id><published>2011-03-08T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T19:20:18.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to take Jimmy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;to vocal lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK people .. ONE freaking day I am going to videotape him, or just use my iphone ... you have got to hear this crazy bird bust out his songs ... my hair stands on end when he does the whole Neil Diamond thing ... and now that he is singing Elton John ( that duet with M&amp;amp;M) .. it is all mighty cool in these parts. Oh yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND .. in things otherwise spectacular ... the lady PIPSTER is working her way ito a fine young lady .... my little artistic wonder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband .. well he is all good, cause he finds battery chargers and all, and settle my frazzled yet wonderfully coloured hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well .. must fetch my agnry birds and go sit in the dark for 30 minutes.... and wait for the Jimmy ... cause I am really good at that kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it is March .. the grass has had confirmation that it can start to grow. Poor grass... little does it know that I am going to beat the LIVING SHIT out of it this year. Except that the SHIT wont be SHIt because we no longer own a dog .... but the little mole that lives beneath the moss piles ... well they are surely to squirm with the heavy hand that is about to be set upon them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-2170772653675279909?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/2170772653675279909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=2170772653675279909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/2170772653675279909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/2170772653675279909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/03/time-to-take-jimmy.html' title='Time to take Jimmy'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-1825646605759657716</id><published>2011-03-08T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T19:12:24.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hiccup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;blog&lt;br /&gt;frog&lt;br /&gt;dog&lt;br /&gt;bog&lt;br /&gt;swog&lt;br /&gt;fog&lt;br /&gt;jog&lt;br /&gt;smog&lt;br /&gt;snog&lt;br /&gt;wog&lt;br /&gt;tog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the excuse that I will come up with ... it's something about owning a fourth job that has thrown me over the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure of which one to get rid of.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER ... since I have a semi schedule of events that happen every single day ... things will settle soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of everything I even lost my d7000 charger ... and was quite psychotic over the event. Then the husbandman came home, and withing three seconds he totally reminded me where I put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like him.&lt;br /&gt;He's a good guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to my non drinking problem ..&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/7261463-1825646605759657716?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/1825646605759657716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=1825646605759657716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/1825646605759657716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/1825646605759657716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/03/hiccup.html' title='hiccup'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-6198618589392866599</id><published>2011-02-28T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T10:21:25.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is the thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;life is strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people are stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;completely strange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-6198618589392866599?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/6198618589392866599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=6198618589392866599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/6198618589392866599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/6198618589392866599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-this-is-thing.html' title='So this is the thing'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-6041055849225721195</id><published>2011-02-21T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T19:51:59.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>part 7653 in deannaland.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The &amp;nbsp;End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strangest of things going on this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best and most exciting was my phone call to ro.gers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was calling customer relations ... and I am certain I called cattle country ... "Yeeup this is Barb ... snuffffflle, how can I help you ... slurp (from a glass with ice)". The phone call went on forever ... including a couple of FEEUUCKS thrown in for good measure ... !! Seriously ... this was customer relations ... HIGHsterical in the deanna department of funny things. I am waiting for a phone to arrive, ... if it doesn't then I will know that I was completely HAD, and someone in cattle country is still laughing from the idiot from the coast. I called to Calgary, Alberta ... well I didn't purposely call there ... but rather transferred. Only 5 minutes before that I had been talking to MIKE with the big Ang.ry Birds Booming voice accusing me that the plan that I was offered was not going to fly, so I just better get over it ... cause he had worked at Ro.gers for SIX years people ... and THIS offer just wouldn't cut it ... and whala ... 5 short minutes later I was talking to Barb, and another twenty five short minutes later through belches and bleepers I was talking to her, and her slow computer. ... giving me all the things that a good customer should wish for. ... hence that might be the reason I am still waiting for a phone ... I did see a UPS this morning ... but alas did not see a notice when I returned home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other things weird ... bought a blouse the other day. I don't wear blouses ... especially fru fru ones ... but this was fru fru ... and seemingly see through, but not. Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID NOT go out walking, running, stair climbing, hill climbing or any form of heart rate raising adventures at all. So not me ... BUT I did go buy a new pair of walking, running, stair climbing, hill climbing pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In things semi strange to the family but completely normal to me ... I am living inside a tent. Yes I am! I am happily keeping the heat in this very cold house ... or at least the very cold me. If I could drink wine I would ,,,but I am not ... I will go go.ogle that now ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just another day in the life of deannaland ...&lt;br /&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/7261463-6041055849225721195?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/6041055849225721195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=6041055849225721195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/6041055849225721195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/6041055849225721195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/02/part-7653-in-deannaland.html' title='part 7653 in deannaland.'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-3030278673713962830</id><published>2011-02-15T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T09:54:47.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wowa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WEu0oFmjjCY/TVq9vjo9D4I/AAAAAAAAC74/rYUYeFMbiKo/s1600/memory+keepers+daughter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WEu0oFmjjCY/TVq9vjo9D4I/AAAAAAAAC74/rYUYeFMbiKo/s320/memory+keepers+daughter.jpg" width="195" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I read a book! It was a very good book ! Lucky me!&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/7261463-3030278673713962830?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/3030278673713962830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=3030278673713962830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/3030278673713962830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/3030278673713962830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/02/wowa.html' title='wowa'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WEu0oFmjjCY/TVq9vjo9D4I/AAAAAAAAC74/rYUYeFMbiKo/s72-c/memory+keepers+daughter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-7031133718983808972</id><published>2011-02-14T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T08:24:36.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy LOVE Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ejAS1g-nzoM/TVlXQrQelvI/AAAAAAAAC7w/Td51Q5E0SWo/s1600/_DSC9141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ejAS1g-nzoM/TVlXQrQelvI/AAAAAAAAC7w/Td51Q5E0SWo/s400/_DSC9141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy MADE UP card buying, money spending day to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reposting this pic, just cause it has a certain feel of beauty to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might be love, or just a strong desire to be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when you have the BEST of partners ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they present you with a BAG of popcorn on the made up LOVE day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows me very well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE I really really really LOVE popcorn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/7261463-7031133718983808972?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/7031133718983808972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=7031133718983808972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/7031133718983808972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/7031133718983808972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-love-day.html' title='Happy LOVE Day.'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ejAS1g-nzoM/TVlXQrQelvI/AAAAAAAAC7w/Td51Q5E0SWo/s72-c/_DSC9141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-5012549872211165924</id><published>2011-02-07T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T08:26:04.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back .. again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Thank you for your suggestions about the job or non job event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your words ranked up there the same as Sirs' &amp;amp; the Jimmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a play on words about the unfriendly house dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jimmy went to a (I guess a kinda-maybe-famous-but-not-amous guys) house on Saturday. Well .. Jimmy and his band, or the band and Jimmy. Anyways .. it was cool to let him go, and more interesting to hear what he had to say. I love the fact that when he went inside, it took him a moment to actually look at the guy, and then was quite impressed that he got to shake his hand. I'm not sure of the grand details that the band &amp;amp; the Jimmy were drumming up ... but one of the final questions they asked the maybe famous-amous guy was "what should we do about Jimmy's hair?" ..... The guy commented that the Beiber hair was fine ... which was when Jimmy pointed out that was the problem, with the exception that he doesn't spend thousands of dollars on hair products and styling ... it was the result of a bottle of shampoo, and a certain terettes kind of hair flick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's mindful Monday ... everybody get out there and do a random deed for a stranger. I want to be able to help a friend today .. and because of timing I am not able... which doesn't mean that I'm opposed to helping any other day of the week, but today is the day that I wish to be of assistance. I will plan for next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed yesterday at work .. it was a unit clerk revolution. One small space, and three unit clerks. I wanted to be the Jimmy and shriek in his comical voice "what is going on here??" and throw my hands in the air. Instead the surgeon commented the fact that yesterday (being Saturday)&amp;nbsp;there were two of us, and now today&amp;nbsp; (Sunday)&amp;nbsp;there were three, he wanted to know what exactly kind of screw up that I was that warranted this much assistance. A BIG one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must go find questions &amp;amp; jokes &amp;amp; other things that make the grey matter spit and sputter. Aren't I nice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-5012549872211165924?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/5012549872211165924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=5012549872211165924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/5012549872211165924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/5012549872211165924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-back-again.html' title='I&apos;m back .. again'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-5901535751149928031</id><published>2011-02-04T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T10:45:56.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bizarro lands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/TUxJYffLAVI/AAAAAAAAC68/eKtxhlWpnsc/s1600/_DSC0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/TUxJYffLAVI/AAAAAAAAC68/eKtxhlWpnsc/s400/_DSC0361.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/TUxJYSG11WI/AAAAAAAAC7E/m3TcJEJi4v0/s1600/_DSC0362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/TUxJYSG11WI/AAAAAAAAC7E/m3TcJEJi4v0/s400/_DSC0362.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/TUxJYg873TI/AAAAAAAAC7M/A3dAcrEvw7c/s1600/_DSC0364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/TUxJYg873TI/AAAAAAAAC7M/A3dAcrEvw7c/s400/_DSC0364.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/TUxJYxMt0hI/AAAAAAAAC7U/reihNHfy26o/s1600/_DSC0322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/TUxJYxMt0hI/AAAAAAAAC7U/reihNHfy26o/s400/_DSC0322.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now we have eagles, crows, what appears to be ravens, and of course our unfriendly house dogs .. it's just like scavenger city has bombarded the fields surrounding us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/7261463-5901535751149928031?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/5901535751149928031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=5901535751149928031' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/5901535751149928031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/5901535751149928031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/02/bizarro-lands.html' title='Bizarro lands'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/TUxJYffLAVI/AAAAAAAAC68/eKtxhlWpnsc/s72-c/_DSC0361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-7614243528610995988</id><published>2011-02-04T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T10:33:08.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like a birdbrain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/TUxGYlkm3pI/AAAAAAAAC6k/FPfkBh0MVpA/s1600/_DSC0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/TUxGYlkm3pI/AAAAAAAAC6k/FPfkBh0MVpA/s400/_DSC0345.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/TUxGY1WBPhI/AAAAAAAAC6s/_UPZeteSrc8/s1600/_DSC0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/TUxGY1WBPhI/AAAAAAAAC6s/_UPZeteSrc8/s400/_DSC0331.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/TUxGZMokTuI/AAAAAAAAC60/q0JqKhTRp5Q/s1600/_DSC0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/TUxGZMokTuI/AAAAAAAAC60/q0JqKhTRp5Q/s400/_DSC0306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A serious birdbrain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/7261463-7614243528610995988?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/7614243528610995988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=7614243528610995988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/7614243528610995988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/7614243528610995988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-feel-like-birdbrain.html' title='I feel like a birdbrain.'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/TUxGYlkm3pI/AAAAAAAAC6k/FPfkBh0MVpA/s72-c/_DSC0345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-6391691608117439127</id><published>2011-02-04T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T09:50:06.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok ... come on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;SOMEBODY has to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a job interview&amp;nbsp;today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had about ten billion chances to get out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I find HIGHLY strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I do not want the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is just a formality ...cause I have about 20 zillion hours worth of seniority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My friend will debate that fact ... cause I just told her I had 10 billion hours; but for effect purposes here I have added a humongo number to generate the complete wowness factor of how long I have been at my current place of employment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWHOS ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still really wish to not go ... and it's merely because I will be forced to make a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL OF WHICH I am not extremely fond of making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post again at 2:00, or 14:00 for the 24 hour in you.&lt;br /&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/7261463-6391691608117439127?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/6391691608117439127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=6391691608117439127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/6391691608117439127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/6391691608117439127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/02/ok-come-on.html' title='Ok ... come on'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-9008633503620843355</id><published>2011-02-02T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T08:53:52.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just purchased my FIRST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;GROUPON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a photography class!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW that is newsworthy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-9008633503620843355?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/9008633503620843355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=9008633503620843355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/9008633503620843355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/9008633503620843355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-purchased-my-first.html' title='Just purchased my FIRST'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-8536516858861868617</id><published>2011-02-02T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T08:20:52.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The SON is rising.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;No wait ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SUN is rising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SON never rises with the SUNrise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is an impossible feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONrise &amp;amp; SUNrise should never be attempted inthe same sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the same thought process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However .. SONrise &amp;amp; SUNset seem to have something in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I own a dracula or anything ... no .. we have a "Jimminator" here in these parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-8536516858861868617?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/8536516858861868617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=8536516858861868617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/8536516858861868617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/8536516858861868617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/02/son-is-rising.html' title='The SON is rising.'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-7098247183107848996</id><published>2011-02-01T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T03:20:53.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy day so far.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;For the time being I have nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for the top of the hour to begin so I can fine a place in the den, and look for some fine 0300 in the morning television. There is some right ... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All going well I will be able to view my recordings ... and find something there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little fusspot is feeling a little under the fussiliscious self. It's almost like her cold has relapsed, or found itself in her inner ear .. or something... anyways she isn't up to her regular self. ALTHOUGH when I went out walking earlier ... she did enjoy the electric scooter ... but only for a short time ... but it was still cute to see her ride the thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jimmy worked on his Neil Diamond music. He's already having a hard time. As in hard time trying to figure out how he is going to divide up the vocals.... cause he wants to do them all. I have watched this character go from being the piano guy.. ( and playing everything that other people wanted him to play &amp;amp; asked him to play&amp;nbsp;...) to now walking in and commanding center stage .. with Neil Diamond. It is completely classic Jimmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely KNOW that the things that both my little characters have done&amp;nbsp; &amp;amp; are doing... I would never have accomplished in my schooling life. Neva Neva Neva I say. Even given the opportunities..... I still wouldn't have done it. Not sure where these attributes have come from in the two of them, but all I see is; it is definitely an asset to have the ability to&amp;nbsp;put yourself out there, in front of your peers and show everybody what you are made of. That takes guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly enough ... Jimmy says to me yesterday ... "well .. it looks like I will have a good semester this year in English ... we DO NOT have to do speeches ... because you know how much I despise standing up in front of the class and talking ..." he says to me. That's right Jimmy ... cause YOU are ever so quiet in everything that you do .. and do not like the spotlike to shine upon you EVER. Whereas little Miss go-get-em girl floors me continuously with her gregarious but stealth like approach to all of her endeavours. She just shines. She just makes me smile. EXCEPT when she wont hand over her ipid when I want to play my angry birds. EXCEPT now I have ran out of levels on angry birds ... so I am not wanting to play it right now, and will probably have to revert back to bookworm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy day ... ! or night ... ! whatever the pleasure to you is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-7098247183107848996?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/7098247183107848996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=7098247183107848996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/7098247183107848996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/7098247183107848996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-day-so-far.html' title='Happy day so far.'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-4931021169957100308</id><published>2011-01-31T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T09:17:11.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In other things that are not cold:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what the golden ticket has been .. but I am not cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be the extreme clothing fashion articles that I walk in which keeps the chilled weather from finding me .. of course maybe nothing wants to come near me in my exquisite finery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I resemble a christmas decoration. I am sporting a fluffy&amp;nbsp; red kangaroo jacket, and of course the lovely oompa vest to bring out the true fashion statement that I really am. If only I had pierced ears .. I would dangle some sparkly things from them. It gets better ... I also have on my running pants, which I walk in mostly, (or run up and down the stairs .. but not at my house .. cause that would get boring considering I only have two stairs ..), white socks .. and then to finish off the look, I am sporting my black loafer shoes that I have owned for about I don't know 6 or 10 years, which I am unable to replace... or at this moment unable to replace .. cause I can't find a replacement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last evening ... I decided to NOT go out. I was going to go .. and then thought .. will I wake up in the morning if I DON'T go .. and sure enough ... here I am ... ! What are the odds in that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did however make the effort to call my friend and ask if she wanted to go with me. I believe that due to the fact that I called right at dinner time might have been the reason she said no... and then I think she might have gagged or something ... (it might have been due to the lovely cold, and dark... but that's only a guess!) I don't normally call people to go with me ... cause this is something that I am able to do all by myself ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even plugged the little MP3 player back into it's location and told it that it wasn't going out for a good time either. Then I headed to the counter .. where a bottle of wine has been sitting since Christmas day ... added some ice to my favourite peach plastic outdoor wineglass and poured myself a glass. How is that for awesomeness. Two sips later ... and that was it for me .. I wasn't sure if I even liked the taste of the wine ... does wine go flat after being undone, and then recorked, and then sat on a counter for a month and a couple of days ..? SEE ... see how I have a drinking problem .. the VERY moment I wish to drink something ... it just doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the husbandman open a bottle of red wine .. and then he poured me a really huge glass (the same peach wineglass) ... three swigs later .. and I was done with that ... I surely to GAWD have a drinking problem. I always knew it. ... and now it's reared it's ugly head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of ugly heads .. holy crummolies that boy of mine is a wired-one. His current facebook picture is him in a ponytail, and some wicked looking look .. CAN'T wait for that profile to be changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other Jimmy stories: this morning as we walked out the front door " Why thank you Hamilton .. that's awfully nice of you ... " he says to me, as I carried his small square bag that only holds enough equipment for a binder, a lunch, his pens maybe two textbooks.... which he BITTERLY complains about NONstop. This was said in reference to the little road trip a while back, when two of his friends carried his equipment for him .. as he tried to not projectile vomit all over the place ... so the jimmy could do his gig. ... I believe that my new name will become "Lady Hamilton-Oompa". I just know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what I am thinking ... I have not engaged the&amp;nbsp;top part of my&amp;nbsp;tool bar to be really use friendly .. I am into big wide open spaces, where I can see all the information slammed at me ... and yet .. this tool bar has arrived .. and now I am thinking I might just keep it ... or at least find something that is relevent to my needs ... one thing is the weather thing ... I love the weather thing at my finger tips .. rather than a clicking mouse control away down the sidebar. Will have to&amp;nbsp;think hard about thisone people ADVISE suggestions .. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other things as important as tool bars .. have currently kept the laptop under complete wraps from the jimmy. It went out on repair last week, or two weeks ago ... and it has never made it back into his clutches. AND LOOK .. he's still alive .. the JIMMY is alive people. He has his little ipid that keeps him entertained, and&amp;nbsp;he can even still manage to make it work for all of his jimmy needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In things that are important, and closing in on forgetfulness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked the&amp;nbsp;jimmy up the othernight from the missy's house. ( I say this like its a random occurance .. which it isn't ... ONE would think I am the only ONE with a drivers license in this homestead) &lt;em&gt;anyways&lt;/em&gt; &amp;nbsp;He marched in the front door, disrobed his jimmy attire onto the livingroom carpet ... his jimmydean jacket, with direct reference to James Dean, and his red/black shirt with buttons like shirt thingy.&amp;nbsp;... and then played the piano for the next three hours. I KID YOU NOT. OK ... so I might be lying .. he did stand up a couple of times and played his guitar, and then sat there sometimes and played the guitar and piano at approximately the sametime, and then had to put it down, cause somehow it got in the way of his piano playing. It was a little music marathon. THIS is what I think ... that he spent a number of hours at the missy's house .. probably just doing whatever it is that they do, which I ask little about .. because REALLY do I REALLY want to know, without KNOWING.. but I still ask .. cause I'm the oompa-mumda and all .. but I am thinking that he eventually comes home form being cooped up in that environment and just needs to hear himself rattle away for a while. Which he did. To my BENEFIT. He managed to figure out how to play on the piano some WICKED classics... we are talking ... "Cracklin Rosie", "Sweet Caroline", "Forever in Bluejeans", "Holly Holy" .. "Song Sung Blue". It appears that the Jimmy is attracted to the lilt that our friend Neil has the ability to project from his voice. I know that for this weeks voice lesson he will march in, sit down at the piano and command for his vocal teacher to teach him how to perfect that "Neil sound" so he can replicate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a memory card big enough to capture all the entertainment that goes down in this little 1365 square foot homestead .. WHICH I will tell you will not be growing in size any day soon ... however ... it will be drier this time next year... cause our roof is needing an overhaul. Which means that the front yard will be getting an overhaul, which means that I believe I will be doing a lot of digging in the months to come .. I am thinking. Unless of course I could find some people to come and dig with me .. and I might feed them .. and pay them to dig. I would ask the Jimmy to do such tasks ... but we would probably drown in our home with water pooling in it before the Jimmy would get the message. I know I could ask the Fuss to do such adventures .. but then I am thinking that the beautiful princess would fall into one of the trenches that she would have dug and break something .. although .. I am only a semi adventurer .. so I might just ask. I don't know .. the SIR has told me that we need to redo the drain tiles .. which is believable and all .. I am just not sure who the WE is. .. I believe that this should be left to people that wish to be gainfully employed for a day or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must find jokes, NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-4931021169957100308?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/4931021169957100308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=4931021169957100308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/4931021169957100308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/4931021169957100308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-other-things-that-are-not-cold.html' title='In other things that are not cold:'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-8624227239034018997</id><published>2011-01-31T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T08:33:59.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot this ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;not sure what it was&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;still trying to remember&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;working on finding it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know it was something&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;almost got it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;maybe not&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;was it really that important&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;let me think about it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;give me a moment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;what was it I was saying?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-8624227239034018997?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/8624227239034018997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=8624227239034018997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/8624227239034018997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/8624227239034018997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-forgot-this.html' title='I forgot this ...'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-4443143575761942160</id><published>2011-01-28T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T18:22:28.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More lushesness from the oompa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/TUN54OZ9wZI/AAAAAAAAC5w/cfKqdlhofYU/s1600/_DSC0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/TUN54OZ9wZI/AAAAAAAAC5w/cfKqdlhofYU/s400/_DSC0100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/TUN54VPzvhI/AAAAAAAAC54/4OYtbPPECjw/s1600/_DSC0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/TUN54VPzvhI/AAAAAAAAC54/4OYtbPPECjw/s400/_DSC0118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/TUN54x0C4HI/AAAAAAAAC6A/rEoQlD2qbsc/s1600/_DSC0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/TUN54x0C4HI/AAAAAAAAC6A/rEoQlD2qbsc/s400/_DSC0106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the thing is ... I do have a picture of me .. but it isn't so oompa-ish looking ... it's kinda blurry sort of .. a little bit. Now there is no good in presenting what an oompa really looks like .. if she is jst a little blurry ... just know that I am bright and green and colourful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/7261463-4443143575761942160?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/4443143575761942160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=4443143575761942160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/4443143575761942160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/4443143575761942160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/01/more-lushesness-from-oompa.html' title='More lushesness from the oompa'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/TUN54OZ9wZI/AAAAAAAAC5w/cfKqdlhofYU/s72-c/_DSC0100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-7355935396508445887</id><published>2011-01-28T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T18:06:08.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oompa goes for a walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/TUN2Dc1LNFI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/Yxs90BSKC1Q/s1600/_DSC0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/TUN2Dc1LNFI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/Yxs90BSKC1Q/s400/_DSC0064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/TUN2DtAi3bI/AAAAAAAAC5g/Be1tVe_br1M/s1600/_DSC0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/TUN2DtAi3bI/AAAAAAAAC5g/Be1tVe_br1M/s400/_DSC0068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/TUN2D4UnfbI/AAAAAAAAC5o/7ZN0Ngx6I4M/s1600/_DSC0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/TUN2D4UnfbI/AAAAAAAAC5o/7ZN0Ngx6I4M/s400/_DSC0065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wait .. when doesn't she go for a walk ... but this is where I walked on Wednesday. I may not walk there again.. except on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/7261463-7355935396508445887?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/7355935396508445887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=7355935396508445887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/7355935396508445887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/7355935396508445887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/01/oompa-goes-for-walk.html' title='Oompa goes for a walk'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/TUN2Dc1LNFI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/Yxs90BSKC1Q/s72-c/_DSC0064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261463.post-2226437872284791407</id><published>2011-01-25T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T08:40:40.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's going down you clowns?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Nothing for me, except a frown upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thatsahellofalot dontyouthink. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In things that are important but not:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husbandman found himself going back to work today. Not entirely certain if he should have, but he did. He caught some wicked horrible cold... he might have gotten it from Fussy. She had it last week, and took her out of her skiing lesson. I wont mention that since I am a QUEEN mother .. that I really tried hard to get her to go.... but in the end it was deemed that she was clearly too sick to adventure out. It could have been the clear indication of the full on body ache from head to toe. My thoughts were: she was going to ache anyways from head to toe once she got off the mountain .. this way she wouldn't notice it as much. See .. I am a QUEEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Fussy ... she gave the washer, dryer, and bedroom door a good workout this morning. She was unable to find "anything" to wear and tested out the hinges to see if anything would rattle itself away from a deep dark corner. Except deep dark corners do not exist in our home, being all 1365 square feet and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except when you speak to Jimmy; if you were to speak to him about our abode, he would claim it is massive, with excess people creeping in corners and not enough light switches to his avail. All except for the kitchen. He wanted to know what exactly was going on with all the light switches in the kitchen. Why were all the switches in the kitchen, and none at the ready throughout the rest of the house. He claims the hallway is the worst of locations. All maybe 20 feet of it.... cause our house is massive and all. He says it creaks, and he's sure that there are always people hiding behind the doors, so he has to dart quickly, and then jump to his bed, but then has to get up again, to shut his door, once he realizes that there isn't anybody behind it. Perhaps one should hear it coming from his perspective, because reading it here makes him sound paranoid, which he is, but then he is a comic, which you sort of have to be highly quirky to dispel this sort of theory, and make people laugh, which he did, but that was only me. And really ... perhaps I am just into clown fanfare and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7261463-2226437872284791407?l=deanna2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/feeds/2226437872284791407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7261463&amp;postID=2226437872284791407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/2226437872284791407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7261463/posts/default/2226437872284791407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna2.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-going-down-you-clowns.html' title='What&apos;s going down you clowns?'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163117477505904185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rvcsT6YP58/R-ozg_XEHHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oO5Vp-qV5qA/S220/Deanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
