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Not just forgetting the fact that I disliked jam music like Neil Young and the Grateful Dead.  I have been longing to hear them in a bar, out on the sidewalk, with a pint.  Of course I am not listening to them now.  I am listening to the Flaming Lips, which I know I didn't like before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yoshimi&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, memory loss, on the way home I was writing a killer blog entry.  It was personal and funny even a little heart warming.  Which I have no recollection of now- except the nagging feeling of loss.  But I have a sweet ice-cold Jameson in from of me and I am happy.  I have been googling all sorts of things for work lately, and finding answers,  all the answers but what I was thinking three hours ago.  I have had several good ideas lately.  Like--  Why can't they get GPS working well enough to drive my car so I can sleep or play with Little Big Man in the car?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;how can I rig a system so I know if my teenage son (speed 10 years into the future) leaves the house.  I am positive I can rig a baby monitor and a &lt;a href="http://www.streetdefender.com/cgi-bin/catalog.pl?catalog=1"&gt;personal security device&lt;/a&gt; to do the job, though I am pretty sure I will need to attach it from outside and inside so that he would have to be very coordinated with his posse which would break him out.  I can remember what I dreamt about last week, but I cannot remember the solutions I had to... I am not even sure what I solved.  I thought it was important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Memory loss.  I wonder if there is some tea form of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ritalin&lt;/span&gt;.  Cause I think there is just too much to pay attention to.  I have little big man that is running in all directions, the money running out of our bank account like sand in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sieve&lt;/span&gt;, and working with nasty people, and family moving away, and missing &lt;a href="http://www.traveloregon.com/"&gt;Oregon&lt;/a&gt;, and shoot,  just too much.  then I find out that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lohan&lt;/span&gt; AND Aiken are gay.  Then I find out that &lt;a href="http://www.dailytech.com/LHC+Particle+Accelerator+Offline+Until+Spring/article13047c.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LHC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; may eat the world inside out, but I will have to wait several months to know. Why can't anything happen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;instantaneously&lt;/span&gt;?  That would help my ML.  I could just beam it from my brain to somewhere. I am trying to carry a notebook to notate all my brilliance.  Writing while driving seems less than brilliant to me, somehow.  I have seen it done though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Jameson on the rocks is gone.  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I hate going to th  the salon.&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: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bellemanda.blogspot.com/2008/09/votes-go-back-to-salon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bellemanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/SNgeDcJQI7I/AAAAAAAADg4/zwrc7DHaOo0/s72-c/IMG_3146.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-3486321042658135422</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Aug 2008 13:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-27T06:41:05.903-07:00</atom:updated><title>Fairy</title><description>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;I woke up this morning with an REO Speed Wagon song in my head.&amp;nbsp; I gonna keep on lovin&amp;#8217; you.&amp;nbsp; If it&amp;#8217;s the last thing I&amp;#8217;m gonna do. I don&amp;#8217;t want to sleep&amp;#8230;.&amp;nbsp; And it continues.&amp;nbsp; Then I remembered my dream.&amp;nbsp; I was watching/was&amp;nbsp; a girl with a boyfriend who was making fun of her fairy belt buckle. She &amp;nbsp;said, she didn&amp;#8217;t think it was emasculating at all.&amp;nbsp; So she went to the coffee shop he worked at and started asking his boss questions.&amp;nbsp; Like &amp;#8220;would you eat a sesame cold noodle salad? Would you listen to ABBA?&amp;nbsp; Would you wear a fairy belt buckle?&amp;#8221;&amp;nbsp; The answer to all three from the brown haired boss was yes.&amp;nbsp; She thought this was entirely redeeming of the fairy belt buckle.&amp;nbsp; Then she went to a WWE wrestling match where all the girls were bumping chests and saying RA and wearing pink fairy tutus.&amp;nbsp; Supporting wrestler &amp;#8220;Fairy Avenger&amp;#8221; &amp;nbsp;he was a big deal.&amp;nbsp; At least I am not searching for a clean toilet in public restrooms any longer.&amp;nbsp; I think the pink fairy avenger is a little more entertaining.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  </description><link>http://bellemanda.blogspot.com/2008/08/fairy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bellemanda)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-3666289663068842860</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Aug 2008 15:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-26T20:42:10.270-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">absurdist</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">colors</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">big boy</category><title>playing 9 pins</title><description>&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dark clouds are hanging over the Sleeping Giant today.  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I was worried that he would have trouble going down, but my little mountain sheep had no trouble. he is sure footed and stubborn. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217349579744413826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/SGe_zNGzCII/AAAAAAAACCc/6LZQAs5MoXI/s320/IMG_2616.JPG" border="0" /&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 style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bellemanda.blogspot.com/2008/06/up-hill_29.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bellemanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/SGe9853NB5I/AAAAAAAACB8/vIDXENPVmv8/s72-c/IMG_2615.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-1684783375608620581</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2008 02:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-28T19:34:46.985-07:00</atom:updated><title>Mesmerized</title><description>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/SGb0xm_E7JI/AAAAAAAABpk/7vAwGlhBje4/s1600-h/IMG_2648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/SGb0xm_E7JI/AAAAAAAABpk/7vAwGlhBje4/s400/IMG_2648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has cleared out the wood plank railroad that he was working on.  he is just chilling at &lt;censored&gt; Creek Campground.  We had a wonderful time there.  We have already reserved the "holy grail" of campsites for later this summer.  I am not going to tell you which one though!  We ate hotdogs almost every meal.  Next time I am going to plan the menu better.  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Coral Gardens is the name of the reef that we looked at there where all sorts of fish and eels and corals.  I was nervous that my inexperience would knock some coral off and it takes 4 years for coral to grow one inch.  So I was probably more careful than I needed to be.  Do you think the girl in the picture got a sun burn?  Yes, and it was worth it.  I am such a whitey I get a sun bun through water-proof SPF 70.  Though I did manage tan (as much tan as I get) through all that sun screen.   I really wish they could make a sunblock that smelled like tanning oil.... Ah coconut and pineapple.&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;</description><link>http://bellemanda.blogspot.com/2008/04/snorkeling-is-fun.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bellemanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/SAlQWEBu3NI/AAAAAAAABos/UmYOjUwyiRk/s72-c/139912-R1-04-4.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-8088977178551784252</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Apr 2008 05:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-12T22:08:07.976-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beautiful</category><title>Photos from Ohau and Maui trip</title><description>Hawaii is beautiful.  The people were friendly and beautiful.  It was clean and warm and tropical.  There wasn't anything not to like!  Here are some of my &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bellemanda/20080412Hawaii"&gt;photographs&lt;/a&gt;.</description><link>http://bellemanda.blogspot.com/2008/04/photos-from-ohau-and-maui-trip.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bellemanda)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-5545738818373099727</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Apr 2008 04:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-12T21:25:03.035-07:00</atom:updated><title>Back from Hawaii</title><description>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/SAGLHEBu07I/AAAAAAAABLU/okne_HAd03g/s1600-h/IMG_2211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/SAGLHEBu07I/AAAAAAAABLU/okne_HAd03g/s400/IMG_2211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;We had a great time.  Hawaii is a wonderful state.  It went really fast and i loved every minute of it.  However, I missed my boy very much.  He had a great time at Nana's.  I will post more pictures soon.  This picture was taken in Lahaina on Maui at the Old Lahaina Luau.  Tasty food and pretty people.&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;</description><link>http://bellemanda.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-from-hawaii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bellemanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/SAGLHEBu07I/AAAAAAAABLU/okne_HAd03g/s72-c/IMG_2211.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-5046558795419849525</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 2008 02:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-31T19:51:25.598-07:00</atom:updated><title>Easter Morning</title><description>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/R_GjLW8Yw0I/AAAAAAAABLA/vNFSiXrc2hk/s1600-h/IMG_1972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/R_GjLW8Yw0I/AAAAAAAABLA/vNFSiXrc2hk/s320/IMG_1972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could be so interesting in those eggs?&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;</description><link>http://bellemanda.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-morning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bellemanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/R_GjLW8Yw0I/AAAAAAAABLA/vNFSiXrc2hk/s72-c/IMG_1972.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-7377083753523319892</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 2008 02:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-31T19:47:02.789-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">absurdist</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">baby</category><title>Child Labor Laws: Important</title><description>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/R_Gh5G8YwzI/AAAAAAAABK4/3xfLkFi4BHk/s1600-h/IMG_2020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/R_Gh5G8YwzI/AAAAAAAABK4/3xfLkFi4BHk/s320/IMG_2020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I am happy that I do not have the life that requires toddlers to do anything. I would really feel like I was a cat wrangler trying to get little fingers to do work. Not having to makes it fun to pretend that we really work. The luxury of a tap that runs water.  Now put some elbow grease into it boy! &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bellemanda.blogspot.com/2008/03/child-labor-laws-important.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bellemanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/R_Gh5G8YwzI/AAAAAAAABK4/3xfLkFi4BHk/s72-c/IMG_2020.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-4833494619755034694</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 2008 02:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-31T19:42:48.082-07:00</atom:updated><title>Afternoon at the museum</title><description>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/R_GhJ28YwyI/AAAAAAAABKw/EwEkYwpvCGg/s1600-h/IMG_2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/R_GhJ28YwyI/AAAAAAAABKw/EwEkYwpvCGg/s320/IMG_2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little detectives are on the case!  Nothing is unexplored.  No stone left unexamined.  The Museum of the Rockies is a great place to run around and look at stuff.&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;</description><link>http://bellemanda.blogspot.com/2008/03/afternoon-at-museum.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bellemanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/R_GhJ28YwyI/AAAAAAAABKw/EwEkYwpvCGg/s72-c/IMG_2009.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-698066515087796137</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 2008 02:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-31T19:39:03.218-07:00</atom:updated><title>Imagine, this was messy!</title><description>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/R_GgRm8YwxI/AAAAAAAABKo/jxm5QIh1t-U/s1600-h/IMG_2034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/R_GgRm8YwxI/AAAAAAAABKo/jxm5QIh1t-U/s320/IMG_2034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accidentally made the Cream of Wheat too thin.&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;</description><link>http://bellemanda.blogspot.com/2008/03/imagine-this-was-messy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bellemanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/R_GgRm8YwxI/AAAAAAAABKo/jxm5QIh1t-U/s72-c/IMG_2034.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-2687358457609129533</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 2008 02:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-31T19:36:54.606-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beautiful</category><title>Spring in Montana</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/R_Gfhm8YwwI/AAAAAAAABKg/hgVfw_sMjDg/s1600-h/IMG_2036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184100045818479362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/R_Gfhm8YwwI/AAAAAAAABKg/hgVfw_sMjDg/s320/IMG_2036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what we woke up to this morning!  I am happy I am going to Hawaii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bellemanda.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-in-montana.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bellemanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/R_Gfhm8YwwI/AAAAAAAABKg/hgVfw_sMjDg/s72-c/IMG_2036.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-3455027489934413098</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 2008 02:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-31T19:34:59.261-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beautiful</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">colors</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spring</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">baby</category><title>Easter Eggs</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/R_GfGW8YwsI/AAAAAAAABKA/qZTJCbqn6G0/s1600-h/IMG_1970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184099577667044034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/R_GfGW8YwsI/AAAAAAAABKA/qZTJCbqn6G0/s320/IMG_1970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/R_GfG28YwtI/AAAAAAAABKI/0g9ttUN-mUE/s1600-h/IMG_1991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184099586256978642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/R_GfG28YwtI/AAAAAAAABKI/0g9ttUN-mUE/s320/IMG_1991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/R_GfHW8YwuI/AAAAAAAABKQ/aL0crF3_2yI/s1600-h/IMG_1996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184099594846913250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/R_GfHW8YwuI/AAAAAAAABKQ/aL0crF3_2yI/s320/IMG_1996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/R_GfH28YwvI/AAAAAAAABKY/iH-imSmkVOo/s1600-h/IMG_1998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184099603436847858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="246" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/R_GfH28YwvI/AAAAAAAABKY/iH-imSmkVOo/s320/IMG_1998.JPG" width="326" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I had a boy. Those eggs on the bottom are real eggs. I didn't use them for deviled eggs.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bellemanda.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-eggs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bellemanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/R_GfGW8YwsI/AAAAAAAABKA/qZTJCbqn6G0/s72-c/IMG_1970.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-2396676979367475383</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 2008 02:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-31T19:28:51.489-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">absurdist</category><title>tres bizarre mais amusante</title><description>check this out.  &lt;a href="http://www.zanorg.com/prodperso/automachine.htm"&gt;I found it diverting.&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://bellemanda.blogspot.com/2008/03/tres-bizarre-mais-amusante.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bellemanda)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-7824407432353505901</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Mar 2008 04:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-21T21:10:31.105-07:00</atom:updated><title>12 YEARS OLD.  DAMN I AM OLD.</title><description>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/R-SGtW8YwrI/AAAAAAAABJ4/0iX9oB1Hezw/s1600-h/IMG_1839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/R-SGtW8YwrI/AAAAAAAABJ4/0iX9oB1Hezw/s400/IMG_1839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother turned 12 the first of this month.  He is a fine young man.  Handsome, smrt and fun.  Here's to you kid.&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;</description><link>http://bellemanda.blogspot.com/2008/03/12-years-old-damn-i-am-old.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bellemanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/R-SGtW8YwrI/AAAAAAAABJ4/0iX9oB1Hezw/s72-c/IMG_1839.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-5540485835489125169</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Mar 2008 03:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-21T20:54:02.673-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beautiful</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">baby</category><title>Scoop up my boy.</title><description>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/R-SCLG8YwqI/AAAAAAAABJw/SByfCt6MoxA/s1600-h/IMG_1887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/R-SCLG8YwqI/AAAAAAAABJw/SByfCt6MoxA/s400/IMG_1887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is growing so fast.  I am a little nostalgic for the now that will be the past in the future.  I googled old highschool friends tonight.  Never a good sign.  I only found one, well one of the 2 I remember their names.  then I &lt;a href="http://www.lostamerica.com/roadside.html"&gt;found these pictures &lt;/a&gt;on the web and that didn't help my nostalgia at all.  Little big man's favorite yoga pose is the Sunflower.  I reach to the sky then I dive down and say "scoop up my boy" as I pick him up.  He laughs and yells "again mama, scoop up my boy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bellemanda.blogspot.com/2008/03/scoop-up-my-boy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bellemanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2KH9lEz1YM0/R-SCLG8YwqI/AAAAAAAABJw/SByfCt6MoxA/s72-c/IMG_1887.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-4352028743477042617</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Mar 2008 17:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-16T10:45:28.098-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">absurdist</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">entertainment</category><title>Awarness test</title><description>Count the &lt;a href="http://www.dothetest.co.uk/"&gt;Passes &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally failed this test!</description><link>http://bellemanda.blogspot.com/2008/03/awarness-test.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bellemanda)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-3583120077021160873</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Mar 2008 02:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-02T19:33:39.455-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">absurdist</category><title>Work Motivation</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0_Qk_OiBFN0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0_Qk_OiBFN0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They recently showed this at work as motivation! Don't you feel motivated.  It felt like a Promethius moment--  Like the mountain like the rock and like it again tomorrow!  My motivators lately are more like this &lt;a href="http://www.despair.com/blame.html"&gt;motivational poster&lt;/a&gt;.</description><link>http://bellemanda.blogspot.com/2008/03/work-motivation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bellemanda)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-5215985022472527428</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Feb 2008 14:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-26T07:14:24.205-07:00</atom:updated><title>Who do I vote for?</title><description>&lt;blockquote&gt;There is a tragic flaw in our precious Constitution, and I don't know what can be done to fix it. This is it: Only nut cases want to be president.&lt;br /&gt;  - Kurt Vonnegut&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://bellemanda.blogspot.com/2008/02/who-do-i-vote-for.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bellemanda)</author></item></channel></rss>
