<?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-14392199</id><updated>2024-03-14T01:49:09.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grumpy Blues</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default?alt=atom&amp;start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593606644997425083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://kramgasse.typepad.com/harry_heidelberg/images/grumpy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14392199.post-3352942460632881451</id><published>2009-07-09T01:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T01:05:07.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More rambling</title><content type='html'>So, things aren&#39;t perfect but I need him in my life. His smell is all over the bedroom. I wish he was here now. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/3352942460632881451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14392199/3352942460632881451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/3352942460632881451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/3352942460632881451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-rambling.html' title='More rambling'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593606644997425083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://kramgasse.typepad.com/harry_heidelberg/images/grumpy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14392199.post-4102492453312282045</id><published>2009-03-09T18:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:19:58.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny kids</title><content type='html'>03/08 Leo spells box from word world and he can add from &quot;I can count&quot; by the 123&#39;s Disney. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/4102492453312282045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14392199/4102492453312282045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/4102492453312282045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/4102492453312282045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/funny-kids_09.html' title='Funny kids'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593606644997425083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://kramgasse.typepad.com/harry_heidelberg/images/grumpy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14392199.post-2423055485870733775</id><published>2009-03-09T18:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:18:50.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny kids</title><content type='html'>2/3/08&lt;br /&gt;Reagan screamed and Leo said Reagan scared me. He asked me to turn her off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/8/08&lt;br /&gt;Leo sang abc song foe first time all the way. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/2423055485870733775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14392199/2423055485870733775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/2423055485870733775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/2423055485870733775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/funny-kids.html' title='Funny kids'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593606644997425083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://kramgasse.typepad.com/harry_heidelberg/images/grumpy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14392199.post-4069342353869585917</id><published>2009-01-06T09:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T09:15:26.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing song</title><content type='html'>Leo just sang twinkle twinkle little star to his sister. I didn&#39;t know he knew all the words to that song. It was so sweet. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/4069342353869585917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14392199/4069342353869585917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/4069342353869585917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/4069342353869585917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/2009/01/sing-song.html' title='Sing song'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593606644997425083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://kramgasse.typepad.com/harry_heidelberg/images/grumpy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14392199.post-8923505166851654295</id><published>2008-09-09T12:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T12:00:10.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for the bus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.cellspin.net/user/958e1e916f/post/22149/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://s3.amazonaws.com:80/posts.cellspin.net/posts/9676/2008/09/09/full_d3b0bbe2e58e0632ea2e564e405d4791.png&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.cellspin.net&quot;&gt;www.cellspin.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8923505166851654295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14392199/8923505166851654295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/8923505166851654295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/8923505166851654295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/2008/09/waiting-for-bus.html' title='Waiting for the bus'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593606644997425083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://kramgasse.typepad.com/harry_heidelberg/images/grumpy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14392199.post-1313575185654376970</id><published>2008-08-19T23:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:44:35.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cellspin and House</title><content type='html'>I added cellspin to my iPhone. Today I finally got it up and running. It&#39;s working pretty good. I think I&#39;ll write a postive review for it on the app store. I also got my House season 4 discs in today. Already transfered and ready to watch on my iPhone. This is by far the best mobile device I have ever had. It has it limitations, but hopefully with time they will open up more options. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/1313575185654376970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14392199/1313575185654376970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/1313575185654376970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/1313575185654376970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/2008/08/cellspin-and-house.html' title='Cellspin and House'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593606644997425083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://kramgasse.typepad.com/harry_heidelberg/images/grumpy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14392199.post-6194440183061965131</id><published>2008-08-19T23:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:39:28.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He&amp;#39;s so cute when he sleeps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.cellspin.net/user/958e1e916f/post/18282/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://s3.amazonaws.com:80/posts.cellspin.net/posts/9676/2008/08/20/full_21383747b73fca61d6e7e5cc9fe82507.png&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.cellspin.net&quot;&gt;www.cellspin.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/6194440183061965131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14392199/6194440183061965131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/6194440183061965131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/6194440183061965131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/2008/08/he-so-cute-when-he-sleeps.html' title='He&amp;#39;s so cute when he sleeps'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593606644997425083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://kramgasse.typepad.com/harry_heidelberg/images/grumpy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14392199.post-116620556395834539</id><published>2006-12-15T11:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T11:59:23.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do...</title><content type='html'>Ever since I went back to work my son has not been listening. It&#39;s either one of two things I thought. Either the babysitter is not enforcing that he listen when I&#39;m not here or he is acting out simply because I&#39;m not here for attention when I am here. It&#39;s probably #2 because she does make him listen.  Time out is not working and spanking is not working. I&#39;ve even tried to spend more time with him, but that is hard when all he won&#39;t listen. Sometimes I just wish I had a whole day without him. I&#39;m stuck taking care of everyone and there is no one taking care of me. The whole time I was sick I was taking care of everyone else. I got sent home from work to come home and work. I would have loved to relax and lay in bed all day while someone doctored me back to health, but that&#39;s not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I must get out, my mother in law thinks it&#39;s better to spread out her cold medicine so she doesn&#39;t run out too fast. Great idea huh? It doesn&#39;t work if you don&#39;t take it as prescribed. It also doesn&#39;t work if you don&#39;t eat and drink lots of water. One meal a day does not count as eating. She also said that if she takes her meds reg she will get laryngitis. You get laryngitis from the cough that you still have from not taking your medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I&#39;m done bitching.  I have to get this out somewhere and I can&#39;t tell the people  who I should be able to talk to about anything.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/116620556395834539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14392199/116620556395834539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/116620556395834539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/116620556395834539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-to-do.html' title='What to do...'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593606644997425083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://kramgasse.typepad.com/harry_heidelberg/images/grumpy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14392199.post-115837591487637055</id><published>2006-09-15T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T22:05:14.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Magnet tool</title><content type='html'>I was checking out my page and On my cool refridgerator magnet tool my sweet husband writes &quot;Someone loves you.&quot; I love you too honey.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/115837591487637055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14392199/115837591487637055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/115837591487637055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/115837591487637055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/2006/09/cool-magnet-tool.html' title='Cool Magnet tool'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593606644997425083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://kramgasse.typepad.com/harry_heidelberg/images/grumpy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14392199.post-115671509216038648</id><published>2006-08-27T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T16:44:52.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Training Leo</title><content type='html'>Today Leo learned to nod his head to say yes. I feel bad sometimes. He&#39;s not a dog, but we teach him new tricks and then make him perform for people. He likes it though. It makes people laugh and he loves to see people laugh.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/115671509216038648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14392199/115671509216038648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/115671509216038648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/115671509216038648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/2006/08/training-leo.html' title='Training Leo'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593606644997425083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://kramgasse.typepad.com/harry_heidelberg/images/grumpy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14392199.post-115552172695031057</id><published>2006-08-13T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T21:17:54.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4032/1081/1600/happy-birthday-balloons.0.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4032/1081/400/happy-birthday-balloons.0.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;I Love You Sweetheart. Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/115552172695031057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14392199/115552172695031057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/115552172695031057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/115552172695031057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593606644997425083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://kramgasse.typepad.com/harry_heidelberg/images/grumpy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14392199.post-115471715656942026</id><published>2006-08-04T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T13:45:56.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leo&#39;s words</title><content type='html'>Leo said &quot;ON&quot; today while we were getting ready to put his shoes on to go to the library.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/115471715656942026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14392199/115471715656942026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/115471715656942026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/115471715656942026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/2006/08/leos-words.html' title='Leo&#39;s words'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593606644997425083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://kramgasse.typepad.com/harry_heidelberg/images/grumpy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14392199.post-114239975372661021</id><published>2006-03-14T23:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T23:15:53.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote from prego journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;There are three ways to get something done:&lt;br /&gt;1. Do it yourself&lt;br /&gt;2. employ someone&lt;br /&gt;3. Forbid your children to do it&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/114239975372661021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14392199/114239975372661021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/114239975372661021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/114239975372661021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/2006/03/quote-from-prego-journal.html' title='Quote from prego journal'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593606644997425083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://kramgasse.typepad.com/harry_heidelberg/images/grumpy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14392199.post-114006850252234681</id><published>2006-02-15T23:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T23:41:42.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Leo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;From: Linda McClintock &lt;br /&gt;Sent: Wed 2/15/2006 19:34&lt;br /&gt;To: Mcclintock, Dallas&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Leo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;We had apples and ham and carrots. Just had a very solid po. Leo might have a red mark on his forhead tom, he was playing where the toy chest is and manageed to pull the toy Aunt Jo gave him forward, it went pop hard but that wasn&#39;t what made him cry, he was a little stuck under it and couldn&#39;t get his leg out, he&#39;s making lots of noise because I&#39;m on his computer!!!&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/114006850252234681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14392199/114006850252234681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/114006850252234681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/114006850252234681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/2006/02/leo.html' title='Leo'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593606644997425083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://kramgasse.typepad.com/harry_heidelberg/images/grumpy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14392199.post-114006846725540959</id><published>2006-02-15T23:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T23:41:08.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote from Prego Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;Feel the dignity of a child. Do not feel superior to him, for you are not. &lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/114006846725540959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14392199/114006846725540959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/114006846725540959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/114006846725540959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/2006/02/quote-from-prego-journal.html' title='Quote from Prego Journal'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593606644997425083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://kramgasse.typepad.com/harry_heidelberg/images/grumpy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14392199.post-113918422410590539</id><published>2006-02-05T17:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T18:03:44.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother in Law</title><content type='html'>I have a mother in Law who complains about everything, but behind my back. My husband is sick of hearing her constant bitching. He&#39;s told her, but it&#39;s in one ear and out the other. She is afraid to confont me because I might say something back. I&#39;ve tried so many times to talk to her like an adult, but it&#39;s just not possible. She always says she is being treated like a 2 yr old. NO, but she sure acts like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she is upset because I went to the store real quick for some baby food and didn&#39;t bring her list.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/113918422410590539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14392199/113918422410590539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/113918422410590539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/113918422410590539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/2006/02/mother-in-law.html' title='Mother in Law'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593606644997425083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://kramgasse.typepad.com/harry_heidelberg/images/grumpy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14392199.post-113918370379113544</id><published>2006-02-05T17:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T17:55:03.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Your horoscope for today (02/05/2006)...</title><content type='html'>eBaum&#39;s World - Daily Horoscope&lt;br /&gt;PISCES &lt;div class=&quot;horoscope&quot;&gt;The heavens have arranged for each and every word you utter to emerge sounding firm, grounded and absolutely impossible to argue with. That goes double for emotional issues, which will undoubtedly be the subject. Fortunately, there&#39;s no time like the present for a heart-to-heart talk with the person you love most. Stop mulling and start talking. Make the call and clear the air. You&#39;ll feel much better afterward.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/113918370379113544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14392199/113918370379113544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/113918370379113544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/113918370379113544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/2006/02/your-horoscope-for-today-02052006.html' title='Your horoscope for today (02/05/2006)...'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593606644997425083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://kramgasse.typepad.com/harry_heidelberg/images/grumpy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14392199.post-113901868290651594</id><published>2006-02-03T20:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T20:08:04.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FW: Leo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;From: Linda McCLintock &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;Sent: Fri 2/3/2006 20:03&lt;br /&gt;To: Mcclintock, Dallas&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Leo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;He must have been tired, I layed him down at 6 and he slept until 7:15, got up and ate All his supper without fussing, now we are playing. Don&#39;t think Ed will like it but Leo loves Barry Manalow (sp)&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/113901868290651594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14392199/113901868290651594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/113901868290651594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/113901868290651594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/2006/02/fw-leo.html' title='FW: Leo'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593606644997425083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://kramgasse.typepad.com/harry_heidelberg/images/grumpy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14392199.post-113895056590606221</id><published>2006-02-03T01:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T01:09:25.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My post to the rip off report about Primerica</title><content type='html'>I would like any one of you bad mouthing this company to tell me that your company does not have anyone unethical working there. I&#39;m not asking about you personally but your company. You can&#39;t say that and if you do you are lying. Any large company is going to have a few bad apples. It might help you to think of the horrible Customer Service people feel that Sprint gives. Do you think they are going out of business any time soon? NO, Not at all. They are even given awards by J.D. Power. I we could fire these people we would, but they are independent business owners. They work for themselves. Unless they are caught doing something illegal nothing can be done. Also for the agents starting out they are somewhat inexperienced, but I&#39;m sure you didn&#39;t start out an expert in your job either. The problem here is all this site provides is complaints and people to try and defend those complaints. I&#39;m sure we would break the bandwidth limits if every satisfied customer made a comment.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/113895056590606221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14392199/113895056590606221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/113895056590606221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/113895056590606221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-post-to-rip-off-report-about.html' title='My post to the rip off report about Primerica'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593606644997425083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://kramgasse.typepad.com/harry_heidelberg/images/grumpy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14392199.post-113886156741908841</id><published>2006-02-02T00:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T00:26:07.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Your horoscope for today (02/02/2006)...</title><content type='html'>This is soooo freaky considering everything I have been feeling thinking and going through the past week.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class=&quot;starBar&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;PISCES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;It is now officially time to get over yourself. Stop dwelling on the past. It&#39;s gone, and it won&#39;t be back. Put some distance between you and whomever or whatever makes you even the slightest bit unhappy. Come on. Let go and let the universe drive. Who knows where you&#39;ll end up? Regardless of where that happens to be, it&#39;s got to be better than sitting in front of the television&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/113886156741908841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14392199/113886156741908841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/113886156741908841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/113886156741908841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/2006/02/your-horoscope-for-today-02022006.html' title='Your horoscope for today (02/02/2006)...'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593606644997425083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://kramgasse.typepad.com/harry_heidelberg/images/grumpy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14392199.post-113876862757155066</id><published>2006-01-31T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T22:37:07.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to be a better person</title><content type='html'>This weekend I went to an awesome Primerica Conference. I came back feeling better about everything. I have so many ideas for changing my life and making it better I don&#39;t really know where to start. I figured I would start with the small things like taking my lunch to work and making myself earn TV time by doing things to better myself. I plan on working hard to build a successful business with Primerica with my husband. I want to change everthing in my life because I&#39;m not happy with where it is going or maybe I should say not going.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/113876862757155066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14392199/113876862757155066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/113876862757155066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/113876862757155066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-want-to-be-better-person.html' title='I want to be a better person'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593606644997425083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://kramgasse.typepad.com/harry_heidelberg/images/grumpy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14392199.post-113460000874417161</id><published>2005-12-14T16:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T16:40:08.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning 11-3-05</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;From: Scott McClintock [mailto:sempfs@gmail.com]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thu 11/3/2005 07:18&lt;br /&gt;To: Mcclintock, Dallas&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Good Morning&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-post&quot;&gt;I love you, Sweetheart! I hope you have a good day. Don&#39;t&lt;br /&gt;worry...everything will be okay.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/113460000874417161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14392199/113460000874417161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/113460000874417161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/113460000874417161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/2005/12/good-morning-11-3-05.html' title='Good Morning 11-3-05'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593606644997425083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://kramgasse.typepad.com/harry_heidelberg/images/grumpy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14392199.post-112632434421638591</id><published>2005-09-09T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T22:52:24.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Frustration</title><content type='html'>There is so much going wrong with my immediate and extended family right now. There is arguing, mistrust, lying, deceiving, and backstabbing. I don&#39;t know how much more I can take. I love everyone who is fighting, but my husband is right. We have to think about our family right now. Most important is my son Leo. He comes before everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can&#39;t stand the lying. That is one thing that is most important to me in any relationship. My sister&#39;s lie to each other. People who I thought were friends of my fmaily have lied and hurt us financially, which has caused emotional anguish. Now the only way to get back on our feet is to hurt them financially and cause them to hurt emotionally. The problem is they have no one to blame but themselves.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/112632434421638591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14392199/112632434421638591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/112632434421638591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/112632434421638591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/2005/09/family-frustration.html' title='Family Frustration'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593606644997425083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://kramgasse.typepad.com/harry_heidelberg/images/grumpy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14392199.post-112612212123153200</id><published>2005-09-07T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T14:44:57.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Real Palm Addict</title><content type='html'>Posted on Palm Addict -S. E. McClintock, Associate Writer (San Antonio, TX USA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.ldw.com/vs/&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4032/1081/400/vs_anim_160_88.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I was getting in the car this moring to go to work, my wife, Dallas, came rushing out of the house in her bath robe. Mind you, minutes before this, she was complaining that she could barely move or get out of bed because of back pain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Where&#39;s the the Treo?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I have it with me like I told you last night.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Let me see it.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Why?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Just let me see it.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go back to the car to retrieve the Treo and bring it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I left my Village Sim game running last night on slow and if you took it to work and left it running all day all my villagers would be dead.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you would chase after spouse in your bath robe, just because you left a game running on the palm? NOW THAT&#39;S A TRUE PALM ADDICT!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/112612212123153200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14392199/112612212123153200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/112612212123153200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/112612212123153200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/2005/09/real-palm-addict.html' title='A Real Palm Addict'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593606644997425083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://kramgasse.typepad.com/harry_heidelberg/images/grumpy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14392199.post-112559835925665078</id><published>2005-09-01T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T13:12:39.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scott and Leo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4032/1081/1600/Photo_090105_005.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4032/1081/320/Photo_090105_005.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the two most important people in my life. Aren&#39;t they cute. You can just see the love when these two look at each other.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/112559835925665078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14392199/112559835925665078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/112559835925665078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14392199/posts/default/112559835925665078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grumpyblues.blogspot.com/2005/09/scott-and-leo.html' title='Scott and Leo'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593606644997425083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://kramgasse.typepad.com/harry_heidelberg/images/grumpy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>