<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213274</id><updated>2024-09-15T20:46:42.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E’s Truth...or Not</title><subtitle type='html'>...and other stuff that doesn&#39;t matter.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498062252486941054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.e-scribblers.com/emy/images/gumby.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1370</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213274.post-3694286643766002949</id><published>2016-12-30T12:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2016-12-30T12:17:07.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can we just hope 2017 is not as fucked as 2016.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/feeds/3694286643766002949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8213274/3694286643766002949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/3694286643766002949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/3694286643766002949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/2016/12/can-we-just-hope-2017-is-not-as-fucked.html' title=''/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129266689259572065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213274.post-3603000573049915762</id><published>2013-05-25T15:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-25T15:48:54.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Are We</title><content type='html'>Sometimes the Unknown.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/feeds/3603000573049915762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8213274/3603000573049915762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/3603000573049915762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/3603000573049915762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/2013/05/who-are-we.html' title='Who Are We'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498062252486941054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.e-scribblers.com/emy/images/gumby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213274.post-7678675807683966731</id><published>2013-05-22T18:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-22T18:35:29.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss You Already</title><content type='html'>Joey you can now rest in peace. 

&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvit0MkWngBHPmBGogkDjLftu0rUrhDf35tHzXFwxMFan8DHvqUl6jwUOwuya806xxWYNCU_7S_N7KtEaTe_jBxuIkhNMDVa5rs6qVX9D75aCpGY2vRgNo4iEUqfSGK8px7Rui/s1600/RIP+Joey.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; &gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvit0MkWngBHPmBGogkDjLftu0rUrhDf35tHzXFwxMFan8DHvqUl6jwUOwuya806xxWYNCU_7S_N7KtEaTe_jBxuIkhNMDVa5rs6qVX9D75aCpGY2vRgNo4iEUqfSGK8px7Rui/s320/RIP+Joey.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/feeds/7678675807683966731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8213274/7678675807683966731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/7678675807683966731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/7678675807683966731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/2013/05/miss-you-alread.html' title='Miss You Already'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498062252486941054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.e-scribblers.com/emy/images/gumby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvit0MkWngBHPmBGogkDjLftu0rUrhDf35tHzXFwxMFan8DHvqUl6jwUOwuya806xxWYNCU_7S_N7KtEaTe_jBxuIkhNMDVa5rs6qVX9D75aCpGY2vRgNo4iEUqfSGK8px7Rui/s72-c/RIP+Joey.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213274.post-215026434335045722</id><published>2013-04-04T19:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-04T19:55:31.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder...</title><content type='html'>When I was a child from 4-14 I went to the beach every summer for most of the month of August with my family. One of our big deals was to find shells and such to bring home. This included the hard to find full sand-dollar. It couldn&#39;t be broken or in pieces. These were very hard to find, we would get up really early hit the beach and spend hours hunting for them. If we were lucky one of us (5 total) would find one per trip. So these days when we go to the beach I find numerous and I bring bags of them home for the garden. Now what I was thinking about today as I drove home with the kids and a car full of worthy sand-dollars was how times have changed. They are not so hard to find now and it still pleases me to no end to bring loads of them home, however if I really think about it perhaps it is saying something about the health of our ocean? I wonder...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/feeds/215026434335045722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8213274/215026434335045722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/215026434335045722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/215026434335045722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/2013/04/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder...'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498062252486941054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.e-scribblers.com/emy/images/gumby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213274.post-5340851974069076781</id><published>2013-04-02T09:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-02T09:56:13.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocean awaits me</title><content type='html'>My favorite place to be. I am here with my daughter and a couple of her friends. I miss the wife but she is home working and with the boys who had school. The place were staying will not be repeated but I am happy non the less. Kids are already at the beach, I will be joining them in a bit.

These kids made me laugh yesterday as we went to the store to pick up food. I told them go grab some junk food for yourselves. In my day (including today) that would mean chips, cookies, and even candy. The kids returned with mangoes, bananas, berries and fruit juice.

Okay the ocean is calling and since there is no phone service that is something.  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/feeds/5340851974069076781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8213274/5340851974069076781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/5340851974069076781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/5340851974069076781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/2013/04/ocean-awaits-me.html' title='Ocean awaits me'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498062252486941054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.e-scribblers.com/emy/images/gumby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213274.post-2011344442086258734</id><published>2013-01-15T09:12:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-15T09:12:27.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How old am I?</title><content type='html'>This morning when I was suppose to be on route to work, I was home looking for my keys. Hell I even got Tamara into helping. I know I unlocked the door yesterday afternoon, hence had to have had my keys then. So I knew they were in the house somewhere.

After a full search and 30 minutes later I found them in my &quot;other coats&quot; pocket. How the hell they got there I have no clue. Damn I must totally be getting old to be doing shit like that. How sad. 

What I should do between now and then get get another key made for my car and even put a house key on it. I am not getting younger and who the hell knows where I could put them next time.

At least this was not a morning I needed to get my daughter to school, so something she could tease me about for a very long time. That was the bright side.

</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/feeds/2011344442086258734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8213274/2011344442086258734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/2011344442086258734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/2011344442086258734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/2013/01/how-old-am-i.html' title='How old am I?'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498062252486941054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.e-scribblers.com/emy/images/gumby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213274.post-8674801292289263837</id><published>2012-11-29T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-29T16:40:30.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consultants or Axe</title><content type='html'>Call them what you want but I guess our &quot;Lean&quot; system was not very affective, who could have known that. Waste of time, energy and money. So now they brought in the consultants. Libraries usually do not do very well with consultants. What&#39;s 15 years.

If I get laid off I will be giving myself a small break from reality. In desperate need.

Wish I felt better physically.



</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/feeds/8674801292289263837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8213274/8674801292289263837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/8674801292289263837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/8674801292289263837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/2012/11/consultants-or-axe.html' title='Consultants or Axe'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498062252486941054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.e-scribblers.com/emy/images/gumby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213274.post-5477914451146348262</id><published>2012-11-22T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-22T14:58:31.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Our feast is moved to Sunday with the kids. So today we slept in, that was nice. Next we got outside (not raining) got on the roof and swept it down while also cleaning out those gutters. 

Came back in to a nice hot shower, had some food and watched the original Star is Born with Judy Garland. Now I am messing with my desk in hopes it cleans itself off and doing loads of laundry. 

Tonight I will make T and I some of my Alfredo sauce and perhaps we will watch another movie.

Boring people or what.

Peace, Health and Happiness.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/feeds/5477914451146348262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8213274/5477914451146348262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/5477914451146348262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/5477914451146348262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/2012/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498062252486941054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.e-scribblers.com/emy/images/gumby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213274.post-5686743902034029995</id><published>2012-11-16T17:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-16T17:07:17.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>365 days</title><content type='html'>I am glad to not hear any shitty phone calls today. This time last year I came home to house that had be cleaned out by small time slime bags.  Hell they pawned our TV (40 inch flat screen) with our Wii system and all those bits and got a hundred bucks. Was that worth it? Probably to a small time drug addict it was.  We got some stuff back but unfortunately not everything. Most of the stuff we did not get back had more memories than value.  

I sure hope karma gets them.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/feeds/5686743902034029995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8213274/5686743902034029995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/5686743902034029995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/5686743902034029995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/2012/11/365-days.html' title='365 days'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498062252486941054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.e-scribblers.com/emy/images/gumby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213274.post-3596065618009997072</id><published>2012-11-14T19:42:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-14T19:42:05.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some days...</title><content type='html'>and weeks are better than others. I am looking forward to the better ones...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/feeds/3596065618009997072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8213274/3596065618009997072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/3596065618009997072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/3596065618009997072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/2012/11/some-days.html' title='Some days...'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498062252486941054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.e-scribblers.com/emy/images/gumby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213274.post-2256115897882231243</id><published>2012-11-05T17:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-05T17:29:03.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five PM</title><content type='html'>We are already in darkness at 5pm. A sure sign that winter is soon to arrive.

The mornings are a bit lighter but even that will slip away soon. Odd that life actually feels a bit dark right now, matching the daily ups and downs.

Here is hoping one can find a bit more light.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/feeds/2256115897882231243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8213274/2256115897882231243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/2256115897882231243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/2256115897882231243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/2012/11/five-pm.html' title='Five PM'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498062252486941054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.e-scribblers.com/emy/images/gumby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213274.post-7856136745117943911</id><published>2012-11-02T11:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-11-02T11:52:53.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sun is Shining</title><content type='html'>I am glad it is Friday and I am also actually pleased to see the sun shinning. Tomorrow is the official twelve year old&#39;s b-day. She is having her friends stay over. I am super excited or not.

Actually I just feel old and tired lately. I could use a vacation. None really in sight.

But who knows, with the way things are going the future might hand me a large amount of time. One will wait and see.

Peace, Health and Happiness. We could use it all.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/feeds/7856136745117943911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8213274/7856136745117943911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/7856136745117943911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/7856136745117943911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-sun-is-shining.html' title='The Sun is Shining'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498062252486941054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.e-scribblers.com/emy/images/gumby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213274.post-4466832727774564766</id><published>2012-10-31T10:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-31T10:40:10.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What?</title><content type='html'>How sad am I...it is 10:39 am I looked at myself in the bathroom at work realized I had my shirt on inside out. Could none of my co workers let me know? Do they even look at me when we talk? What&#39;s up with that? 

And how stupid am I? Fairly stupid obviously.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/feeds/4466832727774564766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8213274/4466832727774564766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/4466832727774564766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/4466832727774564766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/2012/10/what.html' title='What?'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498062252486941054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.e-scribblers.com/emy/images/gumby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213274.post-4123417885838505217</id><published>2012-10-31T10:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-31T10:38:21.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin bust</title><content type='html'>Last night (yes we are very late this year) we were planning pulling out the carving knives and creating our usual grouping of pumpkin fun. Well it started slow, one pumpkin had to be retired to the yard waste bin (rotting with bottom all falling out).

Got the other 4 inside ready to go and hello what this the matter? Well this year Tamara and I bought these &quot;cute&quot; warty pumpkins. They were solid as rock. We chose not to break the knives and gave up carving. Hence the two kiddos were left. They did okay, but it seemed like a let down for me. T went ahead and painted hers, but the paint ran as bit so now she has a very sad looking pumpkin. My wart filled one sits untouched on the front porch.

On to the next day we go.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/feeds/4123417885838505217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8213274/4123417885838505217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/4123417885838505217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/4123417885838505217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/2012/10/pumpkin-bust.html' title='Pumpkin bust'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498062252486941054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.e-scribblers.com/emy/images/gumby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213274.post-5379906090408095687</id><published>2012-10-15T19:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-15T19:34:21.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for Reality</title><content type='html'>Will have to wait and yet I have begun moving forward in a different path. Wonder what reality that will hold.

Unknowns all around, a good thing. 

Peace, Health and Happiness...at least try for it.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/feeds/5379906090408095687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8213274/5379906090408095687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/5379906090408095687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/5379906090408095687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/2012/10/waiting-for-reality.html' title='Waiting for Reality'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498062252486941054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.e-scribblers.com/emy/images/gumby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213274.post-3911386866441277350</id><published>2012-10-14T19:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-14T19:17:20.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chnge?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it happens when you are not looking and then there are the times that you are looking directly at it. One wonders what is all means. Time for me to step forward and find out. 

So many things one is just waiting for. The future holds the unknowns. 





</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/feeds/3911386866441277350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8213274/3911386866441277350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/3911386866441277350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/3911386866441277350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/2012/10/chnge.html' title='Chnge?'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498062252486941054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.e-scribblers.com/emy/images/gumby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213274.post-5349079704841652086</id><published>2012-10-07T14:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-07T14:04:49.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring Ring...</title><content type='html'>The Ocean is calling. I really need to see the beach. I wonder when it will happen?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/feeds/5349079704841652086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8213274/5349079704841652086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/5349079704841652086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/5349079704841652086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/2012/10/ring-ring.html' title='Ring Ring...'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498062252486941054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.e-scribblers.com/emy/images/gumby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213274.post-5928826994724701473</id><published>2012-03-06T09:33:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-06T09:38:20.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow in March</title><content type='html'>Odd and yet seemed fitting this morning. Beautiful outside as we slowly adventured off to work and school the snow fell slowly as well. Now the sun is shinning brightly and signs of the morning are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seattle continues to confuse many and for me it&#39;s perfect. I still love this place and I am glad my family is happy here as well. Makes it that much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day will be like no others as each is a small piece of the uniqueness of Life. Perhaps as we seek Truth small pieces fall into us when we are least looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, make this Tuesday one to remember or just live your life to the best of your ability and rewards are we get tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Health and Happiness. Words to live by.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/feeds/5928826994724701473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8213274/5928826994724701473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/5928826994724701473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/5928826994724701473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/2012/03/snow-in-march.html' title='Snow in March'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498062252486941054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.e-scribblers.com/emy/images/gumby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213274.post-461651918231627631</id><published>2012-03-05T09:11:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-05T09:25:38.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend is Over</title><content type='html'>Why is it when you finally get some time with nothing planed and almost stress free that the body takes a nose dive? Dammit, spent the weekend feeling like crap and now the work week starts up again. This one most likely gonna be a long one as well (of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our weekend was okay, but could have been so much better if I had not slept a large portion of Saturday and Sunday away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My decision to myself over the last few weeks of stop trying to fight the uphill battle when it is not even mine to fight and the people involved in the fight do not want to take or hear any advise outside of there own. Should make things over all much easier for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I can just get my body to start walking and learning how to be healthier. I know the importance of it all, just wondering if I can come through for myself.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/feeds/461651918231627631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8213274/461651918231627631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/461651918231627631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/461651918231627631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/2012/03/weekend-is-over.html' title='Weekend is Over'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498062252486941054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.e-scribblers.com/emy/images/gumby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213274.post-1972997305329042459</id><published>2012-02-26T05:59:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-26T06:22:02.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool</title><content type='html'>So we went on vacation to Bellingham (about 1.75 hours north of home). I had not been to the town in about 30 years and everyone else had never been there, so a chance to see something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not gotten all the pictures together yet (workin&#39; on it). However one place in particular we got a snappy little video. At the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.sparkmuseum.org/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&quot;&gt;Spark Museum&lt;/a&gt; we saw a very cool lightening experiment and I can HIGHLY recommend this place to anyone visiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;width:auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/v1orY7ku1xZ8Z9ZspMNvZXBpYgcJaHLN39VKPaDeoRQ?feat=embedwebsite&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fQ10UIJQY88/T0o96oX3TtI/AAAAAAAAPPk/fdYWr_lrwgA/s144/MVI_3220.jpg&quot; height=&quot;81&quot; width=&quot;144&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right&quot;&gt;From &lt;a href=&quot;https://picasaweb.google.com/floobycat/VideoFromSPARKMuseum?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCKmmgci6o9KyiQE&amp;feat=embedwebsite&quot;&gt;Video from SPARK museum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/feeds/1972997305329042459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8213274/1972997305329042459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/1972997305329042459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/1972997305329042459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/2012/02/cool.html' title='Cool'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498062252486941054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.e-scribblers.com/emy/images/gumby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fQ10UIJQY88/T0o96oX3TtI/AAAAAAAAPPk/fdYWr_lrwgA/s72-c/MVI_3220.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213274.post-2180913849420945156</id><published>2012-02-17T12:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T13:02:48.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Time</title><content type='html'>Or that is what it is called, sometimes I am not sure vacation is the right term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am looking forward to a vacation where I don&#39;t have to go or do anything and have zero plans do whatever the hell I want to. Gosh, chances of that happening anytime soon are far far away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now and the next 7 days, no work as vacation with the family has arrived.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/feeds/2180913849420945156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8213274/2180913849420945156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/2180913849420945156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/2180913849420945156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/2012/02/vacation-time.html' title='Vacation Time'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498062252486941054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.e-scribblers.com/emy/images/gumby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213274.post-3863151553193000817</id><published>2012-02-13T12:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T12:42:37.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>How can one say gay marriage destroys others marriage? Or how can they use the bible as a way of saying it is wrong and yet still get tax breaks through the federal government? Hence separation of church and state? Anyone? And speaking of that bible part, lets us be clear on how many things are in this book that is overlooked and not followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majorities should not have the right to vote on restrictions of minorities...that is wrong as civil rights has proven, time and time again. The Constitution is about rights, not restrictions and it should never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so much fear and hate when it comes to gay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, get over it. We are here to stay, the sooner that is realized the sooner we can move on to truly tough issues on this planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can folks stop trying to control others? Keep your social agenda to yourself and while your at keep your religion there as well.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/feeds/3863151553193000817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8213274/3863151553193000817' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/3863151553193000817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/3863151553193000817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/2012/02/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498062252486941054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.e-scribblers.com/emy/images/gumby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213274.post-4082647108587916526</id><published>2012-02-12T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T18:54:10.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RIP Whitney...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/feeds/4082647108587916526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8213274/4082647108587916526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/4082647108587916526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/4082647108587916526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/2012/02/rip-whitney.html' title=''/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498062252486941054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.e-scribblers.com/emy/images/gumby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213274.post-4420980972333847482</id><published>2012-02-03T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T08:46:46.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Ribbon ...CUT!</title><content type='html'>Now they change there tune when the realize that the money is going elsewhere...screw you Komen...not one more dime EVER. Your tune changed today and yet we all know what real slime balls you are now, hence live with it. Your hidden agenda is no longer hidden. Hope your conservatives can make up the difference...you have permanently damaged yourself...no going back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ribbon be cut...bye bye.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/feeds/4420980972333847482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8213274/4420980972333847482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/4420980972333847482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/4420980972333847482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/2012/02/pink-ribbon-cut.html' title='Pink Ribbon ...CUT!'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498062252486941054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.e-scribblers.com/emy/images/gumby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213274.post-2236170587564124645</id><published>2012-01-14T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T12:19:40.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does it all go?</title><content type='html'>Time, energy, money and life? 2012 wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last few months have been challenging on many fronts. I am ready for a few less challenges. Finally actually feeling better physically and perhaps giving bit more room for those mental challenges. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What lays ahead no one actually knows, but here is hoping for a bit more stability and less chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet I prepare for more of the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Health and Happiness.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/feeds/2236170587564124645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8213274/2236170587564124645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/2236170587564124645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213274/posts/default/2236170587564124645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emyster.blogspot.com/2012/01/where-does-it-all-go.html' title='Where does it all go?'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498062252486941054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.e-scribblers.com/emy/images/gumby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>