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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAEQn49eyp7ImA9WhRUFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766432714441744704</id><updated>2012-01-24T18:11:43.063-05:00</updated><category term="Shaun White" /><category term="shopping" /><category term="AP" /><category term="snowboarding" /><category term="WalMart" /><category term="Romney" /><category term="Kohls" /><category term="air travel" /><category term="Christmas" /><title>Deirdre Reilly's Blend of the Day</title><subtitle type="html">The Blend is a mix of both humorous and politically-themed essays for the modern Average Joe who doesn't have time for anything...but through New Media has time for everything.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blendoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blendoftheday.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6766432714441744704/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Deirdre Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04875762831754525676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-tEms2RbbQ/Sc4Z7cMhxYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/KK3UnHKlM4U/S220/pp+project+pic+09+(3).jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>158</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/DeirdreReillysBlendOfTheDay" /><feedburner:info uri="deirdrereillysblendoftheday" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>DeirdreReillysBlendOfTheDay</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8FQXozfCp7ImA9WhRVE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766432714441744704.post-2705893978766139193</id><published>2012-01-12T08:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T08:26:50.484-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-12T08:26:50.484-05:00</app:edited><title>Not By My Chinny-Chin...chilla?</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn2.arkive.org/media/DF/DF6F5B48-AABF-4557-95A0-F6BB1730E41D/Presentation.Large/Long-tailed-chinchilla.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" kba="true" src="http://cdn2.arkive.org/media/DF/DF6F5B48-AABF-4557-95A0-F6BB1730E41D/Presentation.Large/Long-tailed-chinchilla.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This cute little fella, pictured at left, is a chinchilla.&amp;nbsp; Basically, a very large mouse with a squirrel's tail and the attributes of a superhero -&amp;nbsp;chinchillas can run off walls, never touching the floor, they can move at lightning speeds, and they jump pretty fiercely, reaching some pretty surprising heights.&amp;nbsp; And I am putting all my efforts into not becoming attached to one.&lt;br /&gt;
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We are chinchilla-sitting right now; my husband, my 12 year old and myself.&amp;nbsp; My college son's girlfriend has been away, so the job of chinchilla-sitting fell to him...which means now it has fallen to me.&amp;nbsp; And I love animals, and this animal presents a whole new world of excitement: chinchillas take dust baths!&amp;nbsp; (You buy dust at the pet store - &lt;em&gt;no kidding&lt;/em&gt; - and they roll around in it!&amp;nbsp; Seriously!)&amp;nbsp; Chinchillas are soft!&amp;nbsp; (They used to make fur coats out of them.)&amp;nbsp; Chinchillas often like people, and bond with them!&lt;br /&gt;
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So, I have been instructed to avoid this chinchilla's&amp;nbsp;adoring gaze, ignore his soft fur, and turn away when he is jumping around appealingly, inviting me to observe his antics.&amp;nbsp; You would think it would be my 12 year old my husband is worried about - it's me, instead.&amp;nbsp; "Peanut has to go home soon," he said gently last night, as I was gazing into (our) chinchilla's little red eyes while I cleaning his cage.&amp;nbsp; "He has a real mommy.&amp;nbsp; We are just baby-sitting.&amp;nbsp; This is not a&lt;em&gt; forever&lt;/em&gt; pet, just a visitor."&amp;nbsp; (Then he hands me my binky and my blanky and I toddle off to bed.&amp;nbsp; Come on; I'm a grown-up.&amp;nbsp; A grown-up that &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; to have a chinchilla or I'll just &lt;em&gt;die&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;
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I know, I know.&amp;nbsp; You would think 2 dogs, a tortoise and a horse would be enough.&amp;nbsp; But...is there ever enough cute jumping softness in one's life, I ask?&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S.&amp;nbsp; These&amp;nbsp;cuties live a long time, so if his real mommy takes more trips or needs a sittter...Aunty is waiting!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766432714441744704-2705893978766139193?l=blendoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Such an interesting race to the GOP nomination this year!&lt;br /&gt;
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I stayed up as long as I could to watch the results in Iowa, and ended up hanging off the couch almost upside-down (which makes the cadidates' faces look very long, in an interesting optical-illusion aside.)&amp;nbsp; The rest of the fam had long gone to bed, and&amp;nbsp;after 11 PM it was clearly&amp;nbsp;shaping up to be Santorum's night, a tie being a win in this case. (I think Romney was 3 votes ahead in the end.)&amp;nbsp; Who would have guessed just a week before, when it looked like Newt Gingrich would be the big opponent for Romney?&amp;nbsp; Newt is now calling people liars and looking utterly exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think that Romney is vulnerable to Santorum in a way he has not been vulnerable to the others because &lt;em&gt;a)&lt;/em&gt; Santorum has no baggage, like the other contenders (Cain, Newt, Perry's early debate flubs), and &lt;em&gt;b)&lt;/em&gt; Santorum is truly conservative in a narrowing field.&amp;nbsp; Mitt has had to play the game by switching positions to move ahead, which I don't entirely oppose - views do change, and you must be &lt;em&gt;pliable,&lt;/em&gt; let's call it, to move forward in politics.&amp;nbsp; But Santorum is who he is, or seems to be who he is (does that even make sense?)&lt;br /&gt;
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This election is so important, that in the end, the candidate must be able to beat President Obama.&amp;nbsp; Period.&amp;nbsp; If the jobs numbers look up, the President will gain swift traction, even though he is currently boasting Carter-like numbers of the approval-type.&amp;nbsp; Yikes!&amp;nbsp; The Republican nominee must be a good debater, have no "buzz-phrase" weaknesses (Romneycare), and must be able to connect with independents (I think this ultimately goes to Mitt, with his business experience.&amp;nbsp; It will be a JOBS referendum.)&lt;br /&gt;
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There is something seemingly made of steel about Romney - he just presses forward, from election to election, debate to debate, and now primary to primary.&amp;nbsp; There is a forced-jovial doggedness to him that is both impressive and scary.&amp;nbsp; Remember the scene in "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid" where Butch and Sundance are being chased through the plains, and they keep looking back, and then at each other, and saying "Who IS that guy?"&amp;nbsp; His name is Mitt Romney, boys.&lt;br /&gt;
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The next two debates will tell so much; buckle your seat belts and grab your score cards!&lt;br /&gt;
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**I am assuming this is goodbye for Bachmann; good job, girl.&amp;nbsp; Good effort.**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766432714441744704-4668296265615584203?l=blendoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Tonight is one of those nights that rarely happens...I just learned I will have several hours alone.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Completely alone.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; It is so rare that I don't know what to do!&amp;nbsp; I am stunned; deer in the headlight time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I love movies, so that was my first choice; usually it is too late or we are too tired by the time we can sit down to watch one, and we end up watching&amp;nbsp; an episode of "Hawaii Five-O" (now there's a re-make!) or one of the CSI's.&amp;nbsp; Or I could clean our room with my free evening, which looks like a crime scene and was "wrapping central" before Christmas.&amp;nbsp; Or I could do some work...hey, did I say that? Ugh.&amp;nbsp; Dishes?&amp;nbsp; No way - besides, the hubs did them while I was up at barn.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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So, it's a movie, and it's just me, and I'm really content.&amp;nbsp; Just one thing...how do you work the fireplace flue, and how do you search for movies on FIOS?? I forget...&lt;br /&gt;
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Celebrate the hours you can claim for yourself, and don't always clean or work them away.&amp;nbsp; These hours all strung together and these "tiny, inconsequential" choices about how to spend these rare hours make up the &lt;em&gt;quality&lt;/em&gt; of your interior life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766432714441744704-4068894525592327300?l=blendoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The dinner has long been eaten, "Elf " has been watched, the cookies polished off and the stockings gone through (two out of three made&amp;nbsp;it back to the mantle.)&amp;nbsp; My family is all around me, and everyone is sleepy, well-feed, and just glad to be together.&amp;nbsp; It is the state of being called &lt;em&gt;Christmas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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You don't know, from year to year, what changes wll take place in your family, and as you age you learn to appreciate the precious faces around you even more.&amp;nbsp; Judgement fades, as you realize that acceptance is a big part of love.&amp;nbsp; If you are lucky enough to have no illness, no death, and no calamity visit your door, you have every reason to count yourself lucky and blessed, especially at holiday season.&amp;nbsp; Around the globe there is so much pain, anxiety and death that we in America are lucky to have the kinds of strife we have - even a bad economy and political divide pales in comparison to starvation, natural disasters and genocide.&lt;br /&gt;
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At Christmas we are reminded to help the poor, and Jesus meant &lt;em&gt;constantly&lt;/em&gt;, and as a mission in life.&amp;nbsp; It is actually about the poor among us.&amp;nbsp; Jesus asked us to help widows, orphans and the poor.&amp;nbsp; I am&amp;nbsp;reminded&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;to see how I personally can do more for the truly poor; why have so many other things gotten in the way? &amp;nbsp;Is there any more important work?&amp;nbsp; As our parish priest pointed out today at Mass, we come from the ages of saints whose work was the poor and the state of our souls...this is our inheritance.&amp;nbsp; What will we do with it...squander it, or live up to it?&lt;br /&gt;
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May peace and joy stay with you this season, and throughout the year.&amp;nbsp; God bless us, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766432714441744704-6479556030984803826?l=blendoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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As you can see, Nello is adorned with a Christmas decoration affixed to his halter - which he tried to eat - and the photo was challenging because Nello likes to close his eyes when stationary, his theory being that it is never a wrong time for a nap.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The only reason that he is looking at me with eyes open is that I crinkled paper near him - which sounds like a bag of carrots opening.&lt;br /&gt;
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As you can see, he is fuzzy, having grown his winter coat.&amp;nbsp; It keeps him nice and warm on trail rides or just standing in his paddock, enjoying the sun.&amp;nbsp; Nello's current favorite pasttime is trying to stand as close as possible to a mare named Allie, whom he is in desperate love with.&amp;nbsp; He moons over her, standing pressed to the fence, watching every move she makes.&amp;nbsp; (She likes him too, thank goodness!)&lt;br /&gt;
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We have been together for 8 months now, and we are enjoying every minute.&amp;nbsp; Nello is happy at his new barn, and is affable to anything I might have planned - except for getting on his back.&amp;nbsp; He has a new maneuver, when I am attempting to mount up; swinging his hind quarters away from me.&amp;nbsp; This started when he had a terrible bout of arthritis, and was trying to tell me he couldn't handle a rider.&amp;nbsp; Now that he is better he has adopted this move as a permanent one, so we are working on it - it is important, in the horse world, for the rider to "win" every argument, so I have exhausted myself trying to climb aboard this fellow.&amp;nbsp; He is slowly getting better.&amp;nbsp; The funny thing is, he swings his head back at me while he is doing his signature move, as if to send his regrets about his behavior.&amp;nbsp; I'm not buying it, Mister.&lt;br /&gt;
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He is my Christmas present, my source of relaxation, my down-time, my investment in myself.&amp;nbsp; I am grateful every day that I took the plunge and bought this carriage horse who had never had his own person until now.&amp;nbsp; Nello was always a "throw-in" in a sale of other horses, or part of a carriage team, with no identity or recognition&amp;nbsp;of his own.&amp;nbsp; He was almost put down a few years ago, as he was on a working farm and he was not serving a purpose, due to an old injury that was quite serious, although it healed well, thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, he has a sweet attitude of compliance and gratefulness that many animals who get a second chance have - and makes himself a pleasure to be around.&amp;nbsp; The people and horses at his barn love him, and he is truly spoiled with treats, pats, and baby-talk (which he melts at, when he hears.)&amp;nbsp; He loves carrots, apples and cookies, is fussy about hay, is afraid of trailers, gets energized by wind, and loves to have his back scratched.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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He is perfect for me.&amp;nbsp; Merry Christmas, boy.&amp;nbsp; Thanks for the amazing ride we're on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766432714441744704-1819004217666602736?l=blendoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The race for the Presidency is my Superbowl, as I often remind my husband Fred, in an attempt to show him the importance of these debates - and happiness they bring to me - as we near the first primary.&amp;nbsp; He just shakes his head and throws another log on the fire for me, and freshens up my hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is my question: why does Mitt Romney always look so uncomfortable?&amp;nbsp; I do believe that he will be the nominee, and I will volunteer for his campaign locally&amp;nbsp;if/when he gets The Nod.&amp;nbsp; But why does he look so stiff and uncomfortable?&amp;nbsp; Is it because he is not a politician right now?&amp;nbsp; He was our Governor, and did not look uncomfortable at press conferences back in the day, speaking&amp;nbsp;on any range of issues.&amp;nbsp; What is it about the campaign trail that makes him itchy/sweaty/unable to respond?&lt;br /&gt;
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I cringed when he offered his hand to Rick Perry and asked to bet him $10,000.&amp;nbsp; Mitt...what he heck?&amp;nbsp; Do you know how much money that is to us regular folk?&amp;nbsp; If we had $10,000 to run around betting, we would probably stick with the President we have!&amp;nbsp; (Just kidding).&lt;br /&gt;
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Advice to Mitt:&amp;nbsp; a) practice not smiling at the candidate who is speaking, but looking stern.&amp;nbsp; b) please write this on your hand: &lt;em&gt;everyone is not&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;wealthy!&amp;nbsp; Keep it real!&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; c) argue and go after other candidates; it's "Go Time" now.&amp;nbsp; No more fawning smile when Gingrich is speaking. We are beginning to picture each candidate arguing with China, or Iran, and we need to see focus and will, and a little something called gumption.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mitt, please find your center.&amp;nbsp; And no more betting...except on yourself, as President of the United States of America.&amp;nbsp; And let that confidence shine through!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766432714441744704-2707711199303096395?l=blendoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So today I post&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.wickedlocal.com/reading/news/opinions/x902788055#axzz1fyrxwNmq"&gt;my favorite Christmas column&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;the one&lt;/em&gt; that I truly felt I had Divine Help with.&amp;nbsp; Please enjoy it, and take it for what you will...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Enjoy the shopping,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;visiting, and happiness the season brings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Love, Deirdre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766432714441744704-9019203908769122449?l=blendoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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1.&lt;strong&gt; Jon Huntsman&lt;/strong&gt; - great hair, nice smile, good sport...not going to be President, but a good cabinet member who would foster across-the-aisle communication.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. &lt;strong&gt;Ron Paul&lt;/strong&gt; - this former medical doctor will not be the nominee either, but is an important voice on the campaign trail, and his supporters are fervent believers.&amp;nbsp; As a Libertarian he is focused on human rights and financial market reforms.&amp;nbsp; Reminds me of Frank Perdue, the chicken magnate.&amp;nbsp; I enjoy him in the debates.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Rick Santorum&lt;/strong&gt; - will not get nomination either.&amp;nbsp; Seems nice, loves to bring up coal-mining background and family tree, sometimes to excess (like Bachmann).&amp;nbsp; The only practicing Catholic in the field who also has a good relationship with Protestants, he could bring in the religious money...but will not be our nominee.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Rick Perry&lt;/strong&gt; - perfect for Texas, not so perfect for the Presidency.&amp;nbsp; He might be an interesting choice for an Ambassadorship...to a country that already likes us.&amp;nbsp; He has done&amp;nbsp;good things in Texas, and is firm on border control, which is a very&amp;nbsp;important issue in race.&amp;nbsp; I believe he is honest, and has a nice self-depracating sense of humor.&amp;nbsp; Bad memory, though ("Vice President Bachmann, how many nuclear missiles do we have again?")&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Michelle Bachmann&lt;/strong&gt; - would actually make an excellent President, but I don't think she has (or will receive)the mainstream support to garner GOP nomination.&amp;nbsp; She loves this country, and is a fighter!&amp;nbsp; She would be an excellent VP nominee on any ticket, and would bring in the vocal and not-to-be-discounted Tea Party vote.&amp;nbsp; Accomplished, well-spoken woman who could be President someday.&amp;nbsp; I believe that she means what she says, and does not mince words, or back down.&amp;nbsp; She is my first choice.&amp;nbsp; The wardrobe could be a little more hip, Mish...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Herman Cain&lt;/strong&gt; - Oh, Herman...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Newt Gingrich&lt;/strong&gt; - Roaring back after a 13-year absence from politics, I predict a fight until the end for the nomination between Newt and Romney, with Romney pulling out a win by a hair (a hairsprayed, perfect hair).&amp;nbsp; Newt has personal baggage (leaving a wife with cancer??), and has a quality that is kind of &lt;em&gt;snarky&lt;/em&gt;, almost - he can make someone look like the biggest idiot in the world; someone who&amp;nbsp;is simply not worth his time.&amp;nbsp; This man is the smartest man up there.&amp;nbsp; He is probably brilliant, is very scholarly, and a pretty shrewd businessman.&amp;nbsp;He would do a fine job as President, bringing us back to the Constitution, which he has studied for years.&amp;nbsp; He gets my vote when Bachmann is out.&amp;nbsp; The account at Tiffany never bothered me a bit; good for him (and his wife!!)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Mitt Romney&lt;/strong&gt; - meet the GOP nominee.&amp;nbsp; He is a flip-flopper that feels entitled the the Top Job.&amp;nbsp; We will nominate him for our economy; we need jobs badly, and I believe that the country will believe that Mitt can deliver jobs (he once saved a whole Olympics!!)&amp;nbsp;Romneycare will be a hurdle, indeed, but&amp;nbsp;I feel that he will receive the nomination because he can beat Obama, and will appeal to the most number of folks across the land.&amp;nbsp; Republicans (including Yours Truly) will throw all their support behind him, and he hopefully will win the Presidency.&amp;nbsp; I still can't believe that Obama &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; received the Democratic nomination, let alone the Presidency (Hillary would have been so much better!!!), so I believe that while the smart choice would be Newt, the&lt;em&gt; actual&lt;/em&gt; choice will be Mitt.&lt;br /&gt;
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There you have it.&amp;nbsp; I don't have a great track record with guessing, so Herman Cain will probably end up being the nominee, teehee.&amp;nbsp; Have a great week-end, and thanks to all who visit this blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766432714441744704-1568118689551437438?l=blendoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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WalMart, Target and Kohl's have adopting the advertising strategy of portraying women as over-caffeinated, dangerously wacko bargain-hunters who will knock you over in the aisles and stomp on your toddler to get to the latest cool "must-have," and finish&amp;nbsp; off their list.&amp;nbsp; Is this a mirror of how we really are, &lt;em&gt;or a ploy to get us to become this way?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This year we need bargains, for sure.&amp;nbsp; The smart company would have an advertising&amp;nbsp;roll-out beginning with a commercial of an average woman (c'mom, we do most of the shopping; it's true!!) explaining how she definitely needs a great deal on her items this year, and XYZ Company helps her to get this deal, with a price she can trust.&amp;nbsp; She could even, God forbid, tell us that she is looking forward to relaxing - instead of being an over-stimulated freak show - and enjoying the true gifts of the season, due to the ease of shopping thanks to XYZ Co.&amp;nbsp; Now &lt;em&gt;that's&lt;/em&gt; a company that I would support.&amp;nbsp; I'm sick of the blatant commercialism and not so blatant female-stereotyping of this year's ads already - and it's not even December!&amp;nbsp; Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;
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And... Heaven help you car companies that try to tell us that we should have a car with a bow on it sitting in the driveway to show our love to that special someone this Christmas; pease just run an ad that says, "Look, we sell cars, and when you have some money for a great lease or purchase, come on down and talk to us; we'll be here waiting to serve you.&amp;nbsp; But this year, we want to just wish you Merry Christmas, and alert you to the fact that a small portion of our annual earnings are going to help families of the military.&amp;nbsp; We've got that covered, and we'll look forward to seeing you in the showroom soon!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;That's a dream ad.&amp;nbsp; And that's a car company that I would consider - and isn't that the goal?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Commercialism at Christmas is a fact in America.&amp;nbsp; But it is up to you to turn on your filter, and be the person - and shopper - you want to be this holiday season.&amp;nbsp; I have a vow that I am shopping when I want and how I want, even if it is on December 24th.&amp;nbsp; Now go get 'em...at your own pace.&amp;nbsp; :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766432714441744704-8148002833273430772?l=blendoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Today the radio went off, the&amp;nbsp;TV went off, and my mind went off - I can't take anymore bad news, and I'm a newsy person.&amp;nbsp; Its time to soak in some real life, and put things in a positive gear.&lt;br /&gt;
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What I like about these rocking chairs is that they are very scarred; they are peeling all over, and are now more wood-and-white than white, their original color.&amp;nbsp; We've had them for years.&amp;nbsp; I think about painting them every once in awhile, but for some reason I never do; it's like I would be paiting over all the conversations we have had sitting in them - our sons, too, and friends, and us.&amp;nbsp; If they could talk...I would take an axe to them!!&amp;nbsp; But I thought they looked beautiful there in the yard, summer gone, fallen leaves surrounding them.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Eoix1VMYwAo/Tr15JWF81nI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ktS-XdGQnEU/s1600/porch+pic.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Eoix1VMYwAo/Tr15JWF81nI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ktS-XdGQnEU/s320/porch+pic.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This picture is of&amp;nbsp;our 3-season porch that I had to walk through to get the pic of the rockers&amp;nbsp;- again, struck by the sun slanting in on our couch; peaceful and comforting.&amp;nbsp; The porch is big and unfinished, and so comfortable; we live in this room 3 seasons a year, due to it's size, and I change it&amp;nbsp;to reflect&amp;nbsp;each season.&amp;nbsp;I don't&amp;nbsp;post pics of my own home normally, but was thinking that we all can stumble on these times in our homes (whether it's an apartment, a mansion, or a mobile home) where we are struck by the feeling of &amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;home&lt;/em&gt;, and whatever that means to us.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, today I'll concentrate on the gifts that are free and good - sun slanting on chairs, a comfortable porch I'm lucky to have, our veterans that today we remember, the love of family and friends.&amp;nbsp; The news can wait; it's always there, and can bring you down and&amp;nbsp;chip away at&amp;nbsp;your spirit.&amp;nbsp; Soaring - whether quietly, with a book,&amp;nbsp;or loudly,&amp;nbsp;with some happy activity that leaves you winded and speechless - is an &lt;em&gt;act,&lt;/em&gt; not a mistake.&amp;nbsp; Find the environment&amp;nbsp;where you can make&amp;nbsp;your thoughts, mind and life soar.&lt;br /&gt;
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We just spent the week-end with our son James' hockey team in Lake Placid, New York, home of the 1980 Olympics, and scene of the Americans beating USSR in Olympics for the gold medal. Our team got to skate on the very same ice! This video shows James&amp;nbsp;taking a shot&amp;nbsp;and Nick getting rebound for goal, netting James an assist.&amp;nbsp; We also saw the original Olympic ski jumps (so high; much higher than they look on TV) and bobsled course (my son James and teammates went down it on an actual bobsled!)&lt;br /&gt;
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Lake Placid is a pretty cool place to go if you want to revive your pride in America, relive the Olympics while walking through a real Olympic village, or just ride a bobsled or two. Our boys played four games and had a lot of fun bonding as a team, and so did the parents... it WAS nice, however, to get back to real coffee; no Dunkin' Donuts on Main Street near our hotel!! Is that even legal in America? I recommend the Marriott where our team stayed; very nice. The hill from the ice rink to the hotel almost killed us all, though - people who have been there, you know what I mean. :-)&lt;br /&gt;
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The ride up was incredibly beautiful this time of year, even though it is past peak foliage time; who knew Vermont and upstate New York so close! I kept telling my husband that there was NO WAY Vermont and New York are connected. He distracted me by pointing out cows and getting me to play the license plate game.&lt;br /&gt;
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Great job Coach Doherty, Coaches Miele and Margossian, and all PeeWee 1 players!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766432714441744704-8136858466132498206?l=blendoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Pre-party at our place last night, and my Wilma hair is actually a fake slap-on foam thing that gives me a headache...but we are going to two parties this week-end&amp;nbsp;as the Flintstones, so I better pack Advil!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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First Party Report/favorite costumes: "Biggest Loser" contestants - two men dressed as female contestants, ran into the party yelling "Last Chance Workout!"&amp;nbsp; Another wild one: "Disney Tourists": a couple wearing rain ponchos with cameras, pushing a stroller with a doll in it who was holding Doritos, a candy bar, and drinking soda out of&amp;nbsp;her bottle.&amp;nbsp; All three wearing Mickey ears (the baby's lit up).&lt;br /&gt;
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Halloween parties are fun: its a riot to see a mermaid and Frankenstien discussing the stock market or the Occupy Boston rallies.&amp;nbsp; The dancing is crazy, and the mood is light.&amp;nbsp; Too much seriousness in life these days!&lt;br /&gt;
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Yabba dabba doo!!!!&amp;nbsp; Happy Halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766432714441744704-6499093928861253380?l=blendoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;May we each love something we've created as much as this,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;and be this proud of it - adorable video of&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Stevie Nicks singing&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;one of her own songs backstage.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766432714441744704-4747080834345735117?l=blendoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Seriously, this is the best thing I've read in a few days...&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20532096,00.html"&gt;I love farmers.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; Especially Irish farmers.&amp;nbsp; Read his advice at the end - good for him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766432714441744704-6701467381621634381?l=blendoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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In the town where I used to work, I frequently would stop and chat with a woman who owned a downtown shop near my office when I was on my way to lunch, or out for a quick coffee, during my busy day.&amp;nbsp;The shop owner&amp;nbsp;liked to stand outside when the weather was warm, and she was frequently joined by another woman, who was often quiet and seemed to&amp;nbsp;peer right through me.&amp;nbsp; She rarely looked at me when she spoke, and frankly I would almost always get annoyed that she was so off-putting when we would be engaged in simple conversation, staring beyond my shoulder somewhere. &amp;nbsp;"She&amp;nbsp;really doesn't like&amp;nbsp;me," I would think, or just, "She's really not that nice a person at all; I don't have time for this," etc., all those things we think when someone is off-putting or unreadable.&lt;br /&gt;
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The other day I was driving down the street where&amp;nbsp;that shop is&amp;nbsp;located, and I saw the woman who so frequently looked through me. She was walking along&amp;nbsp;slowly, carefully...and with a blind-person cane.&amp;nbsp; She tapped her way along, with that unfocused look that I so often took for disinterest, dislike,&amp;nbsp;or boredom.&amp;nbsp; She wasn't judging me all those times we met on the street.&amp;nbsp; She had been going blind.&lt;br /&gt;
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Humbled, and thinking about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766432714441744704-4397340239605008769?l=blendoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Filed Under "Dad Only Gets to Stay Three Days, Kids" - The President is vacationing in the oh-so-tony island enclave of Martha's Vineyard, Massachusetts, while the rest of the country is hearing more and more about the "R" word - recession - and every graph they show you on cable news looks like a really decent sledding hill in winter.&amp;nbsp; Why not Camp David, sir?&amp;nbsp; Go with the kids and wife for maybe three days, and then beg off, as every dad has had to do at one time or another, saying that you must get back to work.&amp;nbsp; Your work is getting us out of the toilet, so I would be comfortable with three days of vacation ONLY, annointed sir, and those three days only for the girls' sake.&amp;nbsp; (But while you are there, go to the Black Dog; it's an island "must.")&lt;br /&gt;
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Filed Under "You Just Might Get What You Asked For" - Abercrombie and Fitch apparently is upset that The Jersey Shore cast wears their clothes, and reportedly paid one cast member NOT to wear their clothing (the company disputes this).&amp;nbsp; This is hysterical, people!&amp;nbsp; Have you been by an Abercrombie and Fitch lately in the mall?&amp;nbsp; Your ears pulsate with the loud, pounding rhythms as you innocently walk by,&amp;nbsp;and if you enter inside, well...God help you.&amp;nbsp; The posters of half-naked kids are so blatently shouting "the dollar is our God, and we spend a lot on 'tween marketing surveys, too" that you would have to be recently lobotomized to not see that your kids are being played, and you are, too.&amp;nbsp; My kids were not allowed to shop there unless they got a gift certificate from a well-meaning relative - and then they had to wear ear muffs and eye blinders.&amp;nbsp; So...this is just hysterical to me, the Jersey Shore connection.&amp;nbsp; See, A&amp;amp;F, borderline porn ads don't attract&amp;nbsp;just wealthy suburban kids - Jersey Shore is more your speed and taste...so, enjoy!!&amp;nbsp; Hysterical!!&lt;br /&gt;
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And , in the "This Is Just Annoying" category - why do people pronounce the word "Pundits" as "Pundints"?&amp;nbsp; Interestingly, it's the "pundits" that mispronounce it the most, as it's not a word us regular folks need to use too much...kind of like hearing "for all intensive purposes"&amp;nbsp; (all intents and purposes) or "nucular" instead of "nuclear."&amp;nbsp; (I still love you, President Bush.)&amp;nbsp; Just random thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;
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Have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766432714441744704-1861241125592141945?l=blendoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have had a ball with Fred's family (come on - after 25 years they are OUR family, in every way.)  The beach was dicey for me this year; a seagull swooped down and ripped a turkey sandwich right out of my hand, and then I got stung by some fish or crab or monster under the water, and then we saw seals and I was worried about sharks...the list even goes on, but I'll stop there.&lt;br /&gt;
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We are so lucky to even be away, when you think about the world today; riots in England, the dance of the stock market, the unemployment rates (the real ones.)  Enjoy it while you can, prepare for the future as best you can, and try not to think about the sharks in the water too much.&lt;br /&gt;
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We return home today, grateful and ready to begin again at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766432714441744704-3946074448537609450?l=blendoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Of course when we are not discussing Pee Wee hockey in CCD class,we discuss the nature of God.&amp;nbsp; If Susan and I do one thing for the boys, it is this: I hope we can leave them with a sense of not only the&lt;em&gt; rules&lt;/em&gt; of respecting and observing God, but the &lt;em&gt;adventure&lt;/em&gt; that is experiencing God.&amp;nbsp; I hope that they understand that when they are skating as fast as they can, or laughing until their sides hurt, or pointing their skis down a steep ski run and feeling the butterflies that come before flying, God is there, too.&amp;nbsp; And loving it &lt;em&gt;for&lt;/em&gt; them, and &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; them.&lt;br /&gt;
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There is a lot of language that comes with religion &lt;em&gt;- blood of the lamb, being saved, and accepting Christ as&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;your Savior.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; These are all quite true, and familiar expressions of the experience of Christianity...but they make a lot of people itch, look at their watches and move on in conversation.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe if we started thinking about God, and introducing God&amp;nbsp;by saying, particularly to kids: "You know when you saw that deer?&amp;nbsp; God was there with you."&amp;nbsp; Or, "you know when that kid on the other team got knocked down, got up, and scored the goal?&amp;nbsp; God was in that."&amp;nbsp; Many times we ditch our textbook in class, and talk this way, and it is here that we get the kids' attention (granted, not for long, but we do get it.)&lt;br /&gt;
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I believe that God is with you in trouble, sorrow, and struggle.&amp;nbsp; But He is also just as present in excitement, adventure, and exuberance.&amp;nbsp; God &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; Good, in all it's forms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766432714441744704-7172406847244696383?l=blendoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The first clue was when a plastic plant died.&amp;nbsp; The second clue was when guests opted for "jiggling around" instead of using our guest bathroom; I guess it has been awhile since I cleaned in there.&amp;nbsp; The third clue was when I bemoaned the dark stormclouds and bad weather&amp;nbsp;we keep having, only to hear that it's been sunny every single day - my windows are just grey with dirt and dust.&amp;nbsp; The honeymoon has to end, and quick!&lt;br /&gt;
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My only job right now is to keep this place humming.&amp;nbsp; It is&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; humming...it's coughing, or gagging.&amp;nbsp; I have to shape up!&lt;br /&gt;
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Today is the day.&amp;nbsp; I am going to get on my housedress (see photo), get out the cleaning bucket, turn on the hot water, and get to work!&amp;nbsp; I may do some laundry too - my husband is perpetually hunched over in our room, looking through baskets muttering, "So are these clean, or what?"&amp;nbsp; (The only reason I can have this honeymoon phase, by the way, is that he totally understands it - he is addicted to golf.&amp;nbsp; We've lost him for days, too.)&amp;nbsp; Even his calm nature has it's tipping point, though - he wasn't buying my claim that "breakfast for dinner" is a happenin' new trend - at least not when it's cereal.&amp;nbsp; Old cereal.&lt;br /&gt;
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So Nello, my friend, today is not going to happen for us.&amp;nbsp; I must grow up, and find that balance in my life that I am constantly seeking, and am now pretty doubtful about ever attaining.&amp;nbsp; But it's been real, boy.&amp;nbsp; (Psst: hey, it's okay, don't worry; maybe I'll sneak out tonight to see you!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766432714441744704-3150603710928504694?l=blendoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My question is this: &lt;em&gt;what the heck hairstyle did Demi Moore have, exactly&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;in this film?&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; It looks like a "DA," a term popuar in the 1950's (and way before my time, by the way) that stood for, well, "duck's ass."&amp;nbsp; Is it a DA that she's sporting, or a 40's-style chignon, or what???&amp;nbsp; I need to know, now!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This blog is dismissed, and will re-convene here tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6766432714441744704-303064609821597143?l=blendoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I would have loved to hear more...&lt;br /&gt;
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