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It turned green, I paused (like my mom taught me) and then drove forward to cross the intersection.I saw a tan blur coming at me on the passengers side.  I had just enough time to register, "What the..." between blur and impact. Both my airbags deployed and I was spun 360 degrees. Through my cracked windshield I saw the other car careen into a </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Chokmah/~3/Ytsn1RjmdUk/biggest-car-accident-of-my-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (AnnaB)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://slurmfactory.blogspot.com/2012/01/biggest-car-accident-of-my-life.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14493204.post-7146323426137502115</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jan 2012 17:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-20T12:18:35.600-05:00</atom:updated><title>Employed Interlude</title><atom:summary>I lucked into a contract gig in Quincy this week. It's supposed to last about 3 weeks. The pay is miniscule (barely better than unemployment). The way I got this job is thanks to a job interview for another position in the company so when this project came up, they thought of me!It is an Excel nerds dream job. I basically need to clean up a database that was screwed up by an outside company. It's</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Chokmah/~3/mxpzhoc2-4o/employed-interlude.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (AnnaB)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://slurmfactory.blogspot.com/2012/01/employed-interlude.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14493204.post-8568424680356881689</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jan 2012 22:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-13T03:19:42.197-05:00</atom:updated><title>Titration Sucks Donkey Gonads</title><atom:summary>The past couple of  days I have been out of commission.  Why? Because I entered week 2 of taking Lamotrigine.  Week 2 is when I had to double my dosage by taking two pills a day (50 mg).  I tried one in the morning and one before bed.  I felt really gross so I did one in the morning and one after dinner.  Day 3 I stayed in bed wracked with nausea, crying jags, dizziness, and utter exhaustion.  </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Chokmah/~3/XCA0iYC3qls/titration-sucks-donkey-gonads.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (AnnaB)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h3R6UQPXbdA/Tw_pEoLe9vI/AAAAAAAABgg/iX4B9HECDIE/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://slurmfactory.blogspot.com/2012/01/titration-sucks-donkey-gonads.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14493204.post-1949200649335808407</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Jan 2012 04:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-04T23:45:39.787-05:00</atom:updated><title>You Should Buy These ASAP!</title><atom:summary>Remember how I fell three times last winter and completely wrecked my knees winding up in PT for months? Since I had no plans on moving to Florida, I did some research on what gives the best traction in the winter.  So I bought these babies back in August.My goodness, YaxTrax are simple amazing!  I used them all the time for my Stowe weekend.  I walked up to a ski lodge on packed snow with just </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Chokmah/~3/zcKCdw2LFcs/you-should-buy-these-asap.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (AnnaB)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c2XtmaCi0OQ/TwUo0vSFE_I/AAAAAAAABcQ/iEMIoRJejAw/s72-c/pro.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://slurmfactory.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-should-buy-these-asap.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14493204.post-8061447211208919449</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2012 06:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-04T02:25:46.582-05:00</atom:updated><title>Ringing in the Year</title><atom:summary>I know, I know it has been a month.  So, apologies all around.  It wasn't like I didn't have the time to blog, I didn't get around to it.The GoodThe Medical Security Program is now covering 80% of my monthly premium.  No more loans from my retired fixed income father - woohoo!  Also, I had help figuring out the paperwork and submission process from my local career center. So I highly recommend </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Chokmah/~3/GV7ZDllkl8s/ringing-in-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (AnnaB)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://slurmfactory.blogspot.com/2012/01/ringing-in-year.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14493204.post-1172120515030973269</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Dec 2011 02:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-06T16:09:55.573-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Garden of the Mind's Eye</title><atom:summary>Wow, it has been a while!  Now, it's December - which blows my mind.  November was a complete desert job-wise.  No interviews, phone calls, or any interest.  Also, the job search group I joined turned out to be just two older guys on the verge of giving up on employment so that was a bust.  But, oddly enough, the second it turned into December, I got an uptick on interviews and phone calls!  I'm </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Chokmah/~3/CFm9QNIkdu4/garden-of-minds-eye.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (AnnaB)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xa04y2-cy8w/Tt01ObFJYDI/AAAAAAAABbo/uNsfO3Ne1vw/s72-c/Gemmix28b.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://slurmfactory.blogspot.com/2011/11/garden-of-minds-eye.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14493204.post-6028186663891718405</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Nov 2011 17:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-19T13:59:48.639-05:00</atom:updated><title>Fall 2011 TV Report Card</title><atom:summary>              &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:Times;} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt;     </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Chokmah/~3/qczudpgby1g/fall-2011-tv-report-card.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (AnnaB)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ghGFNG-6N5Q/Tsfl8iQWnMI/AAAAAAAABas/agB5-Sq1438/s72-c/Community.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://slurmfactory.blogspot.com/2011/11/fall-2011-tv-report-card.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14493204.post-3799017130459842706</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Nov 2011 20:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-08T15:15:15.298-05:00</atom:updated><title>Recipes from My Brother</title><atom:summary>Veggie StewJust get out your crock pot.-Fill the  thing with frozen vegetables, whatever you want. I specifically used:  grilled asparagus, broccoli, chopped spinach, peas, artichoke hearts,  mixed grilled onions and peppers. -Splash a little water on top, I used much less than  a cup. It doesn't need much, because the frozen veggies will provide  water as they melt.-Seasonings on top. I used: </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Chokmah/~3/o8mAbCZAn4M/recipes-from-my-brother.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (AnnaB)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://slurmfactory.blogspot.com/2011/11/recipes-from-my-brother.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14493204.post-9051360923277289632</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Oct 2011 19:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-30T15:44:09.846-04:00</atom:updated><title>Apologies to My Mother</title><atom:summary>I have a feeling this blog title will be popping up kinda frequently as I get older..  This pioneering apology pertains to Play-doh.As a little kid, I loved the stuff.  I was a bit confused by the food making contraptions because Play-doh made such good looking fake food and yet you couldn't eat it.  Also when I was little, my mother only allowed us to use Play-doh down in the basement because </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Chokmah/~3/e4wdo-H5hDo/apologies-to-my-mother.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (AnnaB)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AnT-q_RRV-c/Tq2niQ95G7I/AAAAAAAABaM/GdxqH2Kb8zc/s72-c/10-2039-01.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://slurmfactory.blogspot.com/2011/10/apologies-to-my-mother.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14493204.post-6106607762540988632</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Oct 2011 17:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-21T13:36:29.167-04:00</atom:updated><title>What Am I Doing Wrong?</title><atom:summary>145 job applications, 10 rejections, 3 interviews over 85 days (approximately 3 months).  This has been the most discouraging job hunt period I've had for the past several years.  Everyone from recruiters to job specialists at the Unemployment office love my resumes.  I've been told that I am doing everything right.  But what the hell?  I'm applying to a variety of positions from analyst to </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Chokmah/~3/NP0HbOMpJW4/what-am-i-doing-wrong.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (AnnaB)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8UdTx3qkYy0/TqGtgPLh2wI/AAAAAAAABZg/RO2HQzaN1b0/s72-c/2010-08-30-Unemployed_Man_book_cover.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://slurmfactory.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-am-i-doing-wrong.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14493204.post-441659696792534782</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Oct 2011 21:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-12T17:28:56.789-04:00</atom:updated><title>Left Behind</title><atom:summary>One of the remaining deficits from my stroke is messed up feeling on my left side.  The nerves are fine but the feeling interpretation center in my brain isn't in top form.  Medical stuff doesn't make me feel queasy and I just love telling gross stories to queasy people.  So buckle up!Years ago, around 2002 or 3 when I was living in Waltham, I was organizing my bedroom and folded up one of those </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Chokmah/~3/w2tru-YfmsU/left-behind.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (AnnaB)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5LltVCOvM20/TpYAxYgZ7xI/AAAAAAAABYo/IghRrq8qkvc/s72-c/Anthology.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://slurmfactory.blogspot.com/2011/10/left-behind.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14493204.post-4944509284349079750</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Sep 2011 15:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-30T11:32:07.079-04:00</atom:updated><title>Laughing While I Drink Frosting</title><atom:summary /><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Chokmah/~3/9IE_yUI35EA/laughing-while-i-drink-frosting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (AnnaB)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://slurmfactory.blogspot.com/2011/09/laughing-while-i-drink-frosting.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14493204.post-364789126210721102</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Sep 2011 22:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-25T18:23:24.025-04:00</atom:updated><title>Bette Davis Eyes</title><atom:summary>June 2011.  It was a warm night so I had my bedroom windows open.  My bed was against a wall with two windows on either side.  The windows open out onto the roof of the porch downstairs.  Stella had been home for 3 months and had settled in nicely.  Rasputin was still curious and when he approached her, she would swat or hiss.  She would never approach him.  She just wanted to exist alone.Around </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Chokmah/~3/zGhEkDIHvIk/bette-davis-eyes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (AnnaB)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L6lAgx67968/Tn-mjlTKf3I/AAAAAAAABXE/eqC_TpvVdCc/s72-c/Anthology.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://slurmfactory.blogspot.com/2011/09/bette-davis-eyes.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14493204.post-5280561864000066357</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Sep 2011 20:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-13T16:36:23.217-04:00</atom:updated><title>Health Insurance is Bananas</title><atom:summary>Guess what I found out today with the help of a health insurance specialist at the unemployment center?  I had secondary health insurance for a year that I didn't know about!  Apparently, on the back of the rejection letter that Mass Health sends out, is your Health Safety Net member info.  A year ago, I saw the first paragraph rejecting my Mass Health application and threw the letter out.  Who </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Chokmah/~3/VN4wp3VorIo/health-insurance-is-bananas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (AnnaB)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLWVi83b_cU/Tm--aoDVzHI/AAAAAAAABW8/HfsazjaEdjs/s72-c/healthcare_monopoly.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://slurmfactory.blogspot.com/2011/09/health-insurance-is-bananas.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14493204.post-6813556306857962864</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Sep 2011 18:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-09T19:32:14.661-04:00</atom:updated><title>Mardi Septiembre Tizenegy Zweitausendeins</title><atom:summary>My first day back to work full-time was Tuesday September 11, 2001.  I had been working a reduced schedule due to my stroke.  By September, I had made pretty decent progress.  My speech was still horrible - getting mangled on hard consonants and left sided feeling was weird.  The day started at 8:30 and I settled into my desk as an admin at a local college.  Not many professors had come in yet so</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Chokmah/~3/E_2eAd8Djus/mardi-septiembre-tizenegy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (AnnaB)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Z9E0Fao22w/TmpbNUgK-NI/AAAAAAAABW0/ux68DswcI5A/s72-c/ManhattanSpaceDaySpaceImaging12th.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://slurmfactory.blogspot.com/2011/09/mardi-septiembre-tizenegy.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14493204.post-5754988707521304081</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Aug 2011 16:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-31T13:44:36.943-04:00</atom:updated><title>Life Update</title><atom:summary>Irene
The forecasts and warnings got me into super prep mode gearing up for the storm.  I hauled out my red cross emergency kit and packed a go bag.  I also lined up two evacuation locations.  If driving was fairly decent, I'd go to my parents.  If driving was FUBAR, I'd go to my grandpa (who was alone at my aunt and uncle's place one town over).  With the cats of course...  I was hoping that </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Chokmah/~3/jV_a3NVoov4/life-update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (AnnaB)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H2jq27nyPGc/Tl5n28jK1oI/AAAAAAAABWc/uvvkO5xeWjQ/s72-c/334045_10150350604183615_653023614_9619587_7292558_o.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://slurmfactory.blogspot.com/2011/08/life-update.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14493204.post-6101986704520254368</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Aug 2011 02:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-10T23:11:48.315-04:00</atom:updated><title>Paying the Piper</title><atom:summary>I love food.  I have been eating like a maniac for decades. If food is my drug then I am Keith Richards.  Oh sure, there were years here and there where I made an effort to eat healthy but that never lasted.  I'm approaching 35 at my highest weight ever.  Sadly, that knowledge doesn't make ice cream taste less sweet or chocolate less tantalizing...

Maybe fear can get me into food rehab?  I had </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Chokmah/~3/we4AM2iCtdY/paying-piper.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (AnnaB)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA1UbWuZS5U/TkNB-X_9uAI/AAAAAAAABWU/W2NF_NjTmy0/s72-c/Slide1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://slurmfactory.blogspot.com/2011/08/paying-piper.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14493204.post-1296203472260783716</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Jul 2011 13:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-29T21:36:35.380-04:00</atom:updated><title>Extended Vacation</title><atom:summary>My contract has ended and I'm unemployed again.  This comes after a week where I was told that my job was secure and everyone loved me.  And also after a week where I discovered that vlookups in Excel aren't fool-proof.  Apparently if you have files in two versions of Excel, vlookups don't link properly.  Which leads to errors in reports.  Tuesday, I was given a stern warning to "be better".  </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Chokmah/~3/wjZnDLvQzAQ/extended-vacation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (AnnaB)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v8WJWLk55aI/TjNee-zgXzI/AAAAAAAABWA/VZdbK4Ud7sA/s72-c/polls_dragon_unemployed_4726_807522_answer_1_xlarge.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://slurmfactory.blogspot.com/2011/07/extended-vacation.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14493204.post-7231458171698470196</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Jul 2011 02:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-24T22:32:07.764-04:00</atom:updated><title>Crazy Goodness</title><atom:summary>I have been back at work for the past three weeks.  The first week I tried crutches.  It was no fun at all.  I wound up in more pain from my back than my knees!  After some consultation with my physical therapist, I moved onto a cane.  Of course I got some crazy pink and purple flowered number.  One must add a hint of color!  Again, I should praise my fellow T commuters.  I only got one jerk who </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Chokmah/~3/JHtPn346JN0/crazy-goodness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (AnnaB)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bYP6hGsNof4/TizUNThVX5I/AAAAAAAABV4/7Mfmm8bdyWM/s72-c/swim.tiff" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://slurmfactory.blogspot.com/2011/07/crazy-goodness.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14493204.post-4218225947541900473</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jun 2011 17:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-30T14:23:11.094-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Cripple in the Tower</title><atom:summary>Guess what?  Inspired by HBO's "Game of Thrones",  I will be writing my own fantasy series!  No, actually that's my lame  attempt at a joke after two weeks being laid up in my apartment.Technically, it all started back in February when I fell on ice.  But the bad screaming pain built up to unbearable June 14.  Even more alarming, the pain was on my left side which has muted feeling thanks to my </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Chokmah/~3/yymX_j8RQfE/cripple-in-tower.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (AnnaB)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vMxqqCZpT4/Tgy3RF8V1XI/AAAAAAAABVw/9bmmHCtjatM/s72-c/251194_10150273959343615_653023614_8925914_7722691_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://slurmfactory.blogspot.com/2011/06/cripple-in-tower.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14493204.post-6181855901625901561</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Jun 2011 00:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-14T20:09:33.720-04:00</atom:updated><title>Belated Update</title><atom:summary>Well, it has been a while!  A lot has been going on lately so it has been tough to find time to write.The first thing is a combination of good and bad.  A department member left the team at the end of May.  So, I assume you are thinking what I was thinking – job opening!  Unfortunately, the department head refused to place a new hire requisition.  Guess who wound up with all the exiting analyst’s</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Chokmah/~3/e_zjkFaOJPQ/belated-update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (AnnaB)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://slurmfactory.blogspot.com/2011/06/belated-update.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14493204.post-7742035458418294463</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 May 2011 20:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-20T16:32:50.012-04:00</atom:updated><title>Time to Shut Up and Heal</title><atom:summary>You will not believe what happened last Sunday. I fell.  AGAIN.  My knee is pretty messed up.  AGAIN.  I worked from home for two days AGAIN.  Apparently, if I injure the same area three times in four months, I finally am willing to admit that I need serious medical help.  After an appointment with my orthopedist and X-rays, it has been decided that physical therapy is in order.  If that doesn't </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Chokmah/~3/Mu-N3lNHCdA/time-to-shut-up-and-heal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (AnnaB)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://slurmfactory.blogspot.com/2011/05/time-to-shut-up-and-heal.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14493204.post-4594388859368215174</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 May 2011 18:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-18T14:15:52.598-04:00</atom:updated><title>Quincy Road Construction Nightmare</title><atom:summary>I drive through the intersection above every single day.  It wasn't designed in the best manner taking into account Quincy drivers' temperament and traffic flow.  The Quincy driver temperament is "I don't care about right of way, here is my horn, I am in a rush everywhere."  Stop signs are mere suggestions and blocking intersections is par for course.  Also, it is not unusual to see a car pissed </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Chokmah/~3/LXjODjk2vWg/quincy-road-construction-nightmare.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (AnnaB)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-foUk-ngtqb0/TdQKZUN2moI/AAAAAAAABVc/u9l6F8f0bF4/s72-c/Slide1.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://slurmfactory.blogspot.com/2011/05/quincy-road-construction-nightmare.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14493204.post-6239476250472127858</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 May 2011 00:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-16T20:25:37.286-04:00</atom:updated><title>I'm A Sappy Nerd</title><atom:summary>So, there is a TV couple that makes me giddy as a 13 year old girl.  I obsess over every smile, and baby step towards coupledom.  Yes, ladies and gentlemen, this couple is Ben Wyatt and Leslie Knope.  Enjoy this little fanvid fellow Beslies/Wypes:And boy did they take a big step last week!  If your dogs started howling Thursday night, that is because I was squealing hyper-sonically.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Chokmah/~3/LbY4Oc9_wpg/im-sappy-nerd.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (AnnaB)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/15j0MG7Bim4/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://slurmfactory.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-sappy-nerd.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

