tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40967559130162062042024-02-02T19:24:15.883-05:00Happy to be hereAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957439866764235491noreply@blogger.comBlogger131125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096755913016206204.post-50642461719128505202012-04-14T08:50:00.002-05:002012-04-16T08:36:17.075-05:00In Memory....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Brutus passed away the last week of March 2012. Come to find out Brutus had an enlarged heart...which is common in his breed to some extent similar to bad hips in large dogs. It came as a major shock since Brutus showed no symptoms and appeared to be very healthy and happy up to the Monday evening when he first started showing very minute signs of stress. He died Tuesday morning in his family's arms, at the doctors.</div>
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The next weekend the kids came home. It was a very sad weekend. </div>
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Brutus was a wonderful friend and companion. He was much loved by his family. </div>
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He was a remarkable dog. He never complained, never bit, never said a word. He always went along with whatever dumb idea his family came up with (photo is case in point). </div>
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Brutus was beloved of everyone. He will be missed.</div>
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957439866764235491noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096755913016206204.post-89926506694679705882012-04-09T15:39:00.010-05:002012-04-13T10:00:13.358-05:00Annual Easter Egg Contest 2012: The Contestants<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8CJvvV0O49TwEDmoH7ioBvbz3aWDPKOoXMLgBuqJg8gxzXisMEe5YH9SlTKwNCNckzTQQjb0-tVP04TIxPlb98kjturHe50mVgqSMowZ3ZF2GyX1GzGWDxavtsg2gCfmqedoGPLYVVKg/s1600/DSCN0061.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8CJvvV0O49TwEDmoH7ioBvbz3aWDPKOoXMLgBuqJg8gxzXisMEe5YH9SlTKwNCNckzTQQjb0-tVP04TIxPlb98kjturHe50mVgqSMowZ3ZF2GyX1GzGWDxavtsg2gCfmqedoGPLYVVKg/s320/DSCN0061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729812987236395698" /></a> EggCycle Built for Two (this came with music)<div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRvHrXzXNwcEm-BJiEqtrsNWU2KFGlwHIqnbeRCit3SMvIyYqTr4nWwbx2Gc7c4kFygAgN_qliHKuzXHXUWLnk9mk3N0N6YBZgYXjiXOPCW3c9i6esMLfO-O4nR7BtA829cQRMW66fyoA/s1600/DSCN0060.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRvHrXzXNwcEm-BJiEqtrsNWU2KFGlwHIqnbeRCit3SMvIyYqTr4nWwbx2Gc7c4kFygAgN_qliHKuzXHXUWLnk9mk3N0N6YBZgYXjiXOPCW3c9i6esMLfO-O4nR7BtA829cQRMW66fyoA/s320/DSCN0060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729812685781598210" /></a> Eggosaurus<div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0-RpJmy2FwTEEUevYxqDH2d0NihQtHtmgF4JG0BOuO4rKrR_XSOXiuWmzVE4iihZma2-9ZpM9gfTAkzgvFMJ8NEIbGpaAKrTDEBR_8fgOencf5O9Zj_Sun089vH7CeyxShNJGcVZpatI/s1600/DSCN0062.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0-RpJmy2FwTEEUevYxqDH2d0NihQtHtmgF4JG0BOuO4rKrR_XSOXiuWmzVE4iihZma2-9ZpM9gfTAkzgvFMJ8NEIbGpaAKrTDEBR_8fgOencf5O9Zj_Sun089vH7CeyxShNJGcVZpatI/s320/DSCN0062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729812392599204066" /></a> Angry Eggs</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEYhKRBQPOdHnXlZviRNx8KHVK7bqyif0OmxL-ld7GZ0mKmCJTTNJmY9CHa-QtxvfvxaGCW79klEgWxoRL2HpM2GB9bb4NTkHOYUy5g055aubwKY54Avk23GQgwmJcyO4HJDBGuUd18II/s1600/DSCN0057.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEYhKRBQPOdHnXlZviRNx8KHVK7bqyif0OmxL-ld7GZ0mKmCJTTNJmY9CHa-QtxvfvxaGCW79klEgWxoRL2HpM2GB9bb4NTkHOYUy5g055aubwKY54Avk23GQgwmJcyO4HJDBGuUd18II/s320/DSCN0057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729812107837719266" /></a> Blue Egg Group</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYauFKB_k7rB9DjxT3IOGMrtq97r3dJmZQrlRlWJRcaEyWXx1d6_iuoAzRevSYIpndUCKCxHcjX_0_qAbU2HNkLxbbOX_op9pIdLmQ2ZKKU7l6PtM9rzcgPPAYVY24sHLbpFHxBAIfxnc/s1600/DSCN0049.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYauFKB_k7rB9DjxT3IOGMrtq97r3dJmZQrlRlWJRcaEyWXx1d6_iuoAzRevSYIpndUCKCxHcjX_0_qAbU2HNkLxbbOX_op9pIdLmQ2ZKKU7l6PtM9rzcgPPAYVY24sHLbpFHxBAIfxnc/s320/DSCN0049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729811763643273730" /></a> Jabba the Egg</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ_AqPPe4Py1GQBMIOh72DgsOfIm6eaqZ0fS4i1z3ufnaDyr6e4pCpKluHDt2xeDkn1AXKc8iwgAqvVTTF5SBFHElGgk9Cneu9KHc4r3SXg-E5kGjm_pqH8IxU8vxTA3dFyZbMoepdURo/s1600/DSCN0063.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ_AqPPe4Py1GQBMIOh72DgsOfIm6eaqZ0fS4i1z3ufnaDyr6e4pCpKluHDt2xeDkn1AXKc8iwgAqvVTTF5SBFHElGgk9Cneu9KHc4r3SXg-E5kGjm_pqH8IxU8vxTA3dFyZbMoepdURo/s320/DSCN0063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729811375878362834" /></a> Brown Eggcluse Spider</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6CppDF6-qcvOQqKj4aPvWnX-NfIvO61S8EHtCNj5YYzBBN-djpRSZgBGhQDdR6B9aOnuRpEQlXXUZJLDRC9_NGaovfAx29zQOPJ-Xw58OcX40TGcPjm84pYMbmnsR_i05GYuE2Mh1p90/s1600/DSCN0066.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6CppDF6-qcvOQqKj4aPvWnX-NfIvO61S8EHtCNj5YYzBBN-djpRSZgBGhQDdR6B9aOnuRpEQlXXUZJLDRC9_NGaovfAx29zQOPJ-Xw58OcX40TGcPjm84pYMbmnsR_i05GYuE2Mh1p90/s320/DSCN0066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729811075253804066" /></a> pEGGasus (this came with a light show</div><div> that was stolen by Eggcycle Built for Two )</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0v1glMfGVBpSxV8kLcoV27RbH3kAfIaGHfU_8VkwO1mCAlRTGsrNXh3KqZK-9o1jgmOIXTFRJVqsWipZZ8yWFGETc_hxAVWVQNbf5wIysa6ViiM2NtBDil617jyI4OUURtIA7pyepP8w/s1600/DSCN0067.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0v1glMfGVBpSxV8kLcoV27RbH3kAfIaGHfU_8VkwO1mCAlRTGsrNXh3KqZK-9o1jgmOIXTFRJVqsWipZZ8yWFGETc_hxAVWVQNbf5wIysa6ViiM2NtBDil617jyI4OUURtIA7pyepP8w/s320/DSCN0067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729810820708706210" /></a> E'gg'calibur</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiub4rCqCGeZGYmQam2g6HxaIzr_WrWxWf6vDYEPw1Bgft4bQT_e8JyKOeW0kHCuz96yLgQ2xJZ03yf7GQTuoTTgSFHgDdKx9ciovU9DyQ33cYrzNI2R7NJ6EiywUZi-l56qJXaPkdDwkk/s1600/DSCN0068.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiub4rCqCGeZGYmQam2g6HxaIzr_WrWxWf6vDYEPw1Bgft4bQT_e8JyKOeW0kHCuz96yLgQ2xJZ03yf7GQTuoTTgSFHgDdKx9ciovU9DyQ33cYrzNI2R7NJ6EiywUZi-l56qJXaPkdDwkk/s320/DSCN0068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729810512486989266" /></a> M EGG a Millions (with last weeks winning numbers)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU4Id94iJTuAjlv_dN0ZsaJyynVwTLijvYLuegsxNJUcLwjN_QMCoMpd9zdvcDpVJGXHsdT2LFcD3HWq-r6VAi-BX5fpWBoFdOBUBOUkSOwElaIf5fVT9-oYlCNqp0nVEF1vIwjA5gVkw/s1600/DSCN0053.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU4Id94iJTuAjlv_dN0ZsaJyynVwTLijvYLuegsxNJUcLwjN_QMCoMpd9zdvcDpVJGXHsdT2LFcD3HWq-r6VAi-BX5fpWBoFdOBUBOUkSOwElaIf5fVT9-oYlCNqp0nVEF1vIwjA5gVkw/s320/DSCN0053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729809992370791202" /></a> PAIN IN THE EGG (like this contest i think)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIFp-wDkWfduF0RaIu4JmvUkYaxH-xXa_OOBco2eA_n9ZoECJBytG2N8WmJ7nSQ-CiYmZD6MuxiMKSHaICMQjm9X3gL5NSG2DKjok1OXQ93qnoeYaG7PkT8ucayJ0qknceG6w8IWPVFxs/s1600/DSCN0069.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIFp-wDkWfduF0RaIu4JmvUkYaxH-xXa_OOBco2eA_n9ZoECJBytG2N8WmJ7nSQ-CiYmZD6MuxiMKSHaICMQjm9X3gL5NSG2DKjok1OXQ93qnoeYaG7PkT8ucayJ0qknceG6w8IWPVFxs/s320/DSCN0069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729809376651775170" /></a> 16 and PR'EGGnant</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIujJ653ubT6Wm_2ykA5bDs19RnjL8sEYsnGJIPfTSnqhkr3IRH1qSCG6hPVBJ7AyJWX3lJK9aq1gByL1q5mS7Rom5FZ2V_xZfZ3HB8Z5c2wOToUJ5HNfmuxj4Dg0TiRZCQrzFqvK_g-0/s1600/DSCN0072.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIujJ653ubT6Wm_2ykA5bDs19RnjL8sEYsnGJIPfTSnqhkr3IRH1qSCG6hPVBJ7AyJWX3lJK9aq1gByL1q5mS7Rom5FZ2V_xZfZ3HB8Z5c2wOToUJ5HNfmuxj4Dg0TiRZCQrzFqvK_g-0/s320/DSCN0072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729510684877374450" /></a> Gotyegg (this came with a music tract and video)</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVPD8j3mvesMxrQCXlYSl4a9iu2okAmuovO61o-5I0WRyatpbd2I5Liu6o3lvGS8VWsYd92ihMsuM-oksX0My1emSBdUz0chkXNlzSujfrX3m2WzfmeSft46H457-rb3ReCODD2H9Dk6k/s1600/DSCN0073.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVPD8j3mvesMxrQCXlYSl4a9iu2okAmuovO61o-5I0WRyatpbd2I5Liu6o3lvGS8VWsYd92ihMsuM-oksX0My1emSBdUz0chkXNlzSujfrX3m2WzfmeSft46H457-rb3ReCODD2H9Dk6k/s320/DSCN0073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729510053531066210" /></a> Double E Eggs (signed by the artist..look carefully on right double E)</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><u><br /></u></span></div><div><div><br /></div></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957439866764235491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096755913016206204.post-72077460853102700642012-04-09T15:35:00.003-05:002012-04-13T09:52:07.224-05:00Easter Egg Contest 2012: The betting..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTbdQu7yKUm1iTBbQe39-Fn0qCKIoiupEUMOQ03ZiPD47jVvHivbYWob4uVn_l7PLGp7P0wv5HQAAdn7Ssu4_Pt13YlVZInzk-HJgm-y56RJJVQlEfHIAQrelAM31MwH-lgnds8ZQxNLA/s1600/DSCN0079.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTbdQu7yKUm1iTBbQe39-Fn0qCKIoiupEUMOQ03ZiPD47jVvHivbYWob4uVn_l7PLGp7P0wv5HQAAdn7Ssu4_Pt13YlVZInzk-HJgm-y56RJJVQlEfHIAQrelAM31MwH-lgnds8ZQxNLA/s320/DSCN0079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729503227662084818" /></a><br />This year as the judges were busy judging ...... the contestants were busy wagering on BEST OVERALL THEME and FIRST PLACE. Everyone had to bet on both.. two bucks a shot.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957439866764235491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096755913016206204.post-53299041724811566632012-04-09T15:31:00.003-05:002012-04-13T10:00:47.065-05:00The Judges (2012)<div><br /></div><div>Our favorite judges ......</div><div>there were some rules this year.... not everyone should win an award... AND no throwing candy at the winners. (My sister made sure to remove all the free standing dishes of candy to prevent certain contestants from displaying any examples of poor sportsmanship. Apparently last year things got kind of wild. I wasn't there of course which is a good thing probably in case I lost).</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkXrJlhzlLB003UadyAkk6XgO9UgpZh6skE3jXVF6DG5vICy3zwz3lOkJ-N525KI2TYuf2PxDLx5D_Bt2K-P_N2DD281UCDzrcSKG1zT3tqLOdrINr-uyAaZvqyW5OaJxwY1DJKWTjXn4/s1600/DSCN0074.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkXrJlhzlLB003UadyAkk6XgO9UgpZh6skE3jXVF6DG5vICy3zwz3lOkJ-N525KI2TYuf2PxDLx5D_Bt2K-P_N2DD281UCDzrcSKG1zT3tqLOdrINr-uyAaZvqyW5OaJxwY1DJKWTjXn4/s320/DSCN0074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729501711481385426" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957439866764235491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096755913016206204.post-37617936262520052572012-04-09T15:24:00.008-05:002012-04-13T10:01:25.291-05:00Annual Easter Egg Contest 2012: The Winners! (cont)And the winners are......<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ABK2yN-bHa7RY_g9_tc98ecg70wo_W2hxTQQLHirJMVepauZhZ_4CnUqW_3zJBKQng3uu4aFOQu_Mz1R1oPx1aP1GGeReSeMtNCsA2V7VmjT_0M3voLWLcbb_bir3d9gqEE1AiEHxiM/s1600/DSCN0086.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729501016543873762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ABK2yN-bHa7RY_g9_tc98ecg70wo_W2hxTQQLHirJMVepauZhZ_4CnUqW_3zJBKQng3uu4aFOQu_Mz1R1oPx1aP1GGeReSeMtNCsA2V7VmjT_0M3voLWLcbb_bir3d9gqEE1AiEHxiM/s320/DSCN0086.JPG" /></a>3RD PLACE: 16 & Pr'eggers! (Tommy)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibU-yHfe5hA-KAQfTjCKnn4JvS6k7KCRwa3XlkhwInMdJdkNbg8592xPohN_AZzZSQQxsWHAvDB_zCEMzDfsU4ackyjynBeH3U7lDGcH3_Z1XasgUuChnuqFiLIeSWTNnPzJIt00mBlNA/s1600/DSCN0087.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729500462888157282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibU-yHfe5hA-KAQfTjCKnn4JvS6k7KCRwa3XlkhwInMdJdkNbg8592xPohN_AZzZSQQxsWHAvDB_zCEMzDfsU4ackyjynBeH3U7lDGcH3_Z1XasgUuChnuqFiLIeSWTNnPzJIt00mBlNA/s320/DSCN0087.JPG" /></a>2ND PLACE: Double E's eggs (Billy) (signed by the artist)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnQ_k9RQE3mO53HC72jdjb8WX4jM_9g67QlbWCeDsxyxUpwEwQHZeYf2_u6ACQ7hVQ_-rOUO-Z-tr4O0Zq_FrKjaUxP_98PMJMjX0gEkVOxGD65er707BjN7ueh2ZEHEmn4N12EtNJPuM/s1600/DSCN0088.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729499873150020546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnQ_k9RQE3mO53HC72jdjb8WX4jM_9g67QlbWCeDsxyxUpwEwQHZeYf2_u6ACQ7hVQ_-rOUO-Z-tr4O0Zq_FrKjaUxP_98PMJMjX0gEkVOxGD65er707BjN7ueh2ZEHEmn4N12EtNJPuM/s320/DSCN0088.JPG" /></a>FIRST PLACE: Jabba the Egg </p><br /><br /><br /><p>Oh.. late post.. MOST LAME: The GottyEgg (Megan)</p><br /><br /><br /><p>The judges tell us it was a tough decision between PAIN IN THE EGG and THE GOTTYEGG. PAIN IN THE EGG had points taken off because the SCAR which was a pretty good effort. Thus Mike's egg(er Pain in the Egg) was disqualified as truly lame.</p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957439866764235491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096755913016206204.post-60938960038775894662012-04-09T15:02:00.013-05:002012-04-13T10:01:46.355-05:00Annual Easter Egg Contest 2012: THE WINNERS! (cont.)The Lamest: GottyEggs (Megan)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7zLG3cYpJtRP26FNNJ3Dq4wqMCPB3JkHu55D8lIRIohNqH6CYcsDAvbxOylOn0uq5bvutR67HcTjplJtxPjPsJ21d7F1nrlEQ7SGIWF9lqykGIL6BhYTEED5sBqRzYFgaubNvjRrAnhQ/s1600/Lamest.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730246478061548066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7zLG3cYpJtRP26FNNJ3Dq4wqMCPB3JkHu55D8lIRIohNqH6CYcsDAvbxOylOn0uq5bvutR67HcTjplJtxPjPsJ21d7F1nrlEQ7SGIWF9lqykGIL6BhYTEED5sBqRzYFgaubNvjRrAnhQ/s320/Lamest.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Judges Choice: P'Eggasis (Jim)<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLqSm2p_aP0AEBZaUuhMFZowc8aKC0cZ_yhgVsDB29lcmIomAa6UfCZac48rlx6EMk41TAKzNflk6qYxVO8cEJBahnhBD7bdiE5T3yhOz56Xg5_A8D7xCM21n-uYFdMkx-MODBRbYZn5E/s1600/DSCN0083.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729498539690686034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLqSm2p_aP0AEBZaUuhMFZowc8aKC0cZ_yhgVsDB29lcmIomAa6UfCZac48rlx6EMk41TAKzNflk6qYxVO8cEJBahnhBD7bdiE5T3yhOz56Xg5_A8D7xCM21n-uYFdMkx-MODBRbYZn5E/s320/DSCN0083.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Most Artistic: Bicycle Built For Two (Le Roy)</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9N8Jz6Ths6WK4rNLmhwxrl0kH4eXhwayULJmCGcxZ-Or2ofmqlntNCf8o5nHnDXnNRmQx_Lgu7QFGPkgYn_DsXqF8tXy_wl-OFOW9cK7mla2cROPoujPSLSQScwRTeQ1L_3Df-sg7y4o/s1600/DSCN0081.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729497706222427282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9N8Jz6Ths6WK4rNLmhwxrl0kH4eXhwayULJmCGcxZ-Or2ofmqlntNCf8o5nHnDXnNRmQx_Lgu7QFGPkgYn_DsXqF8tXy_wl-OFOW9cK7mla2cROPoujPSLSQScwRTeQ1L_3Df-sg7y4o/s320/DSCN0081.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Best Theme: M'egg A Million (Shannon)<br /><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqklNh9vL1E7ambgALcdSTNeNisM6y9E3AZJyjH8MyplHXgW0eD4-b81yQW-S1BQ8g3rDSIVr0LcHs2VzI4pr_H1k79GRvsajwdeJwwYtuE5tFOmEXwuyK-iWR7UH5cESTJWkmMFN37tU/s1600/DSCN0082.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729497257886119666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqklNh9vL1E7ambgALcdSTNeNisM6y9E3AZJyjH8MyplHXgW0eD4-b81yQW-S1BQ8g3rDSIVr0LcHs2VzI4pr_H1k79GRvsajwdeJwwYtuE5tFOmEXwuyK-iWR7UH5cESTJWkmMFN37tU/s320/DSCN0082.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957439866764235491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096755913016206204.post-90734125162134518602010-04-06T06:18:00.026-05:002012-04-13T09:53:06.028-05:00Annual Easter Egg Contest 2010The competition was fierce this year. We had a new set of judges since everyone complained about last years judges. Last year, the neighbors judged, but they brought over their kids who also judged. Unfortunately the children were easily swayed by props and candy and seemed to get stuck on the first row. We think it was because they were too short to see accross the table or something.<br /><br />Over the course of the day my sister was approached by the family that judged last year. They wanted to participate this year. Things got tense as the hour approached and she had to field complaints from contestants who complained bitterly about the fact that kids wouldn't get their egg and so forth. As the day progressed things looked grim. The contestants perservered with their ideas not sure whether the contest would be fair. My sister blithely bypassed the neighbors in favor of her friend Dreama, Dreama's sister Faye, and Dreama's husband Al. Dreama and gang agreed to the judging, knowing what a competitive and surly crowd we could be. She and her fam agreed to the judging thinking that it was ok because we were going to go out to see a favourite band playing at a local bar that night, and they liked what Laura was making for dinner.<br /><br /><strong>The Winners!</strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Nuu6-8ocHBZA3dz70WYn62j3Ca1cKN53zv10B2euNMicuyjMvM6g4lkx5ZCf-o0tsgM1vxowVMxbmxPNmNhlwRHeN-VSeC8T55HpJ7FkHdxEWk_4IjBU4_AftuaMMhmSAZcZcoHS1oM/s1600/Eggs+ALL+with+Prizes.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Nuu6-8ocHBZA3dz70WYn62j3Ca1cKN53zv10B2euNMicuyjMvM6g4lkx5ZCf-o0tsgM1vxowVMxbmxPNmNhlwRHeN-VSeC8T55HpJ7FkHdxEWk_4IjBU4_AftuaMMhmSAZcZcoHS1oM/s320/Eggs+ALL+with+Prizes.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456988728366746082" /></a><br /><strong>THE JUDGES:</strong><br />AL, DREAMA, FAYE were incredible, and serious! That's Jim in the background. Just<br />ignore him! He thought that would help his chances for winning, EVEN THOUGH NO ONE<br />KNEW WHO MADE WHAT EGG. It was all very hush hush.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhniy-UPC2DYB0lCq4y59enSHpMvkUGKkDoVDj-MYQwfW_td4AaFkyiG0lsoltG906cWbYEWnKu-u8NhOZFn9sLiHc0tHVE8Ct53lKIOMqYrujN9OjUOfKAhnljK9zwXcBNKsy7iJ7mMvY/s1600/EasterJudges.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhniy-UPC2DYB0lCq4y59enSHpMvkUGKkDoVDj-MYQwfW_td4AaFkyiG0lsoltG906cWbYEWnKu-u8NhOZFn9sLiHc0tHVE8Ct53lKIOMqYrujN9OjUOfKAhnljK9zwXcBNKsy7iJ7mMvY/s320/EasterJudges.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456988509553017682" /></a><br /><br />Brutus<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinqOn54tUYWMgxINeiw1Ki9QJQvSWLB3uHvQA1tP8AaZXpLFtKq_Qnlc5pbCxYs9uhwieZpYXfSyL8TtNYdv2b9RycVLH6A6lMeGe9mbCKwDZl9f6Oh9N1mdRq9KBoka-uGZB3GeEsUVU/s1600/IMG00176.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinqOn54tUYWMgxINeiw1Ki9QJQvSWLB3uHvQA1tP8AaZXpLFtKq_Qnlc5pbCxYs9uhwieZpYXfSyL8TtNYdv2b9RycVLH6A6lMeGe9mbCKwDZl9f6Oh9N1mdRq9KBoka-uGZB3GeEsUVU/s320/IMG00176.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456988373904092610" /></a><br /><br />We should explain that the reason Brutus is a Judge, and there is an award: Brutus' choice winner, is because when he was lifted up to the table, that's the one he tried to eat (almost immediately). One thing Brutus knows is opportunity.<br /><br /><strong>THE CONTESTANTS </strong>(in no particular order BUT MINE FIRST!)<br /><br />"the Emperor Who Had No Clothes"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-fZUVYKsSGFHC2EHoEkoAhobLIviGyBhjlK-4NWUuhtE9sBEw6dbUkif9CsXBLCM82PUmX88iC2Ucn-2qasTEHZovPrdQqv5eQWvcM2-H8RbYZ2lv0EHI323F4_-G8O0fA83eeauRQj4/s1600/Egg+Emperor+had+no+clothes.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-fZUVYKsSGFHC2EHoEkoAhobLIviGyBhjlK-4NWUuhtE9sBEw6dbUkif9CsXBLCM82PUmX88iC2Ucn-2qasTEHZovPrdQqv5eQWvcM2-H8RbYZ2lv0EHI323F4_-G8O0fA83eeauRQj4/s320/Egg+Emperor+had+no+clothes.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456986153720048802" /></a><br /><br />"Fried Eggs"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPuJ-QO5Jmbf_IoxxIDn9tgKVORePImVWF9CkSKIn-6g_HbtqpmOHjuYxHeLPT9mS892cZTQgbhiAc1hwL4xyir6G1tIixqYWrgR3-qQW16hYhSoKc4MdF6GXujiLt8kGAD7KkBlFeqCM/s1600/Fried+Eggs.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPuJ-QO5Jmbf_IoxxIDn9tgKVORePImVWF9CkSKIn-6g_HbtqpmOHjuYxHeLPT9mS892cZTQgbhiAc1hwL4xyir6G1tIixqYWrgR3-qQW16hYhSoKc4MdF6GXujiLt8kGAD7KkBlFeqCM/s320/Fried+Eggs.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457063224831577378" /></a><br /><br /><br />"Fr 'egg'enstein"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia04TbuDAbhJ7yaH3ig3LsVUIdXDit7_fUU7imy3qw9ArmJXx6OdElgAwsKfGGh7_jrUjO7z4T4T48sdNwS5LUxaCZfxPizcOJUHzafzZMutvHZgYy6GhS6U_e_L9KOzwblnQ9hrhMfM4/s1600/Egg+Fr%27egg%27enstein.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia04TbuDAbhJ7yaH3ig3LsVUIdXDit7_fUU7imy3qw9ArmJXx6OdElgAwsKfGGh7_jrUjO7z4T4T48sdNwS5LUxaCZfxPizcOJUHzafzZMutvHZgYy6GhS6U_e_L9KOzwblnQ9hrhMfM4/s320/Egg+Fr%27egg%27enstein.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456985974901097618" /></a><br /><br />"Egg Monkey"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguPjRmziODMzd4PqJGoZrtk4jhovop50ADTNsKL8i6z8hOpIX2YK9x_NljW9UoBMDkacMagG6LUBVvx8Z_c5re6TlAY2QulwPIRfDqmN-pIFIiqwaCv5H2f6y4rVkRNIw0xfqYy_n7Esw/s1600/Egg+monkey.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguPjRmziODMzd4PqJGoZrtk4jhovop50ADTNsKL8i6z8hOpIX2YK9x_NljW9UoBMDkacMagG6LUBVvx8Z_c5re6TlAY2QulwPIRfDqmN-pIFIiqwaCv5H2f6y4rVkRNIw0xfqYy_n7Esw/s320/Egg+monkey.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456985520070005506" /></a><br /><br />"Na Egg Vi"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoSl0-DzJmhBRhD508NBhk4XKobu51kZmSgoK_kMYeQ_x2uUB2yHZkDRKD0WTWQYviHb-Jq5C85hrFLKfoZ2uCbDLZ27sVMFaYZll4ac2utQbnoxr0hmpgWFc7U14DpcXbkbFUD0J8SZ8/s1600/Egg+NA+EGG+VI.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoSl0-DzJmhBRhD508NBhk4XKobu51kZmSgoK_kMYeQ_x2uUB2yHZkDRKD0WTWQYviHb-Jq5C85hrFLKfoZ2uCbDLZ27sVMFaYZll4ac2utQbnoxr0hmpgWFc7U14DpcXbkbFUD0J8SZ8/s320/Egg+NA+EGG+VI.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456985326772691618" /></a><br /><br />"Egg Petting Zoo"<br />Hey! How did Na Egg Vi's head get in there?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdTrioAWITsMXIJ7stKbcSiOytm_ccMdKf0UjyIzdY9s5Zg-EYlX-WSm6D9TnU2j-5w6_jBbh8jSZWlM8e30fiMyIcpxOaklAbwfXjZSejm_UeyfLLinw5K4z8Temd_j8w0KcUikZjoro/s1600/Egg+Petting+Zoo.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdTrioAWITsMXIJ7stKbcSiOytm_ccMdKf0UjyIzdY9s5Zg-EYlX-WSm6D9TnU2j-5w6_jBbh8jSZWlM8e30fiMyIcpxOaklAbwfXjZSejm_UeyfLLinw5K4z8Temd_j8w0KcUikZjoro/s320/Egg+Petting+Zoo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456985130541326642" /></a><br /><br />"Egg Pig"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcTmBV81mLvzodt4Ssf3gPAnsruWf2ghcYqNlHBjpCNSOMdOqTvC18K0BHo6kncm5kSBhENKF7vmbypTbo9QP-ozl8cUoi7UKBP9kMYqSCNG1wMpSHc_4hFZTR3kCIcoMsA-FbCSDUo2M/s1600/Egg+Pig.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcTmBV81mLvzodt4Ssf3gPAnsruWf2ghcYqNlHBjpCNSOMdOqTvC18K0BHo6kncm5kSBhENKF7vmbypTbo9QP-ozl8cUoi7UKBP9kMYqSCNG1wMpSHc_4hFZTR3kCIcoMsA-FbCSDUo2M/s320/Egg+Pig.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456984932087524578" /></a><br /><br />"Egg The Scream"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibdXiyFi3V-_Gq-8d7tNHDwZ72bdkZ3SEt3LhhnKvOwOfFwOHv465JqQsm91DHkxL-nuLi-pSZKWahLymuSVYCYpXAWAlJ3bEDI6038TB7uxj8HGlrwQnzNqphF9tiO-vgnZkf2N3d78I/s1600/Egg+The+Scream.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibdXiyFi3V-_Gq-8d7tNHDwZ72bdkZ3SEt3LhhnKvOwOfFwOHv465JqQsm91DHkxL-nuLi-pSZKWahLymuSVYCYpXAWAlJ3bEDI6038TB7uxj8HGlrwQnzNqphF9tiO-vgnZkf2N3d78I/s320/Egg+The+Scream.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456984744076564610" /></a><br /><br />"WyEgg Earp"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNKa_dr6Q-sWktf-tSwSY4kDDWdcL-6RYlDXdZ13BM8qC3mgs9C914blz9nwk21B2yCYxj1siLV92xsklidB3_OAnvLjauqccjte15Iho4AHI-g25ZWvOmIlc0RNq__m8Vt-OGgbUJjYs/s1600/Egg+WyEgg+Earp.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNKa_dr6Q-sWktf-tSwSY4kDDWdcL-6RYlDXdZ13BM8qC3mgs9C914blz9nwk21B2yCYxj1siLV92xsklidB3_OAnvLjauqccjte15Iho4AHI-g25ZWvOmIlc0RNq__m8Vt-OGgbUJjYs/s320/Egg+WyEgg+Earp.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456984527276766258" /></a><br /><br />"Eggo"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizRpoGQOtLzDIbInN3AumyL-7SzHRo6rfD6iuvdI3mUmTzfyEYSEidUDys7Kg90LYBAiQlMIp-bNfvPCSdhjE2fe-c6j-PmKVqDrQv4-I9Lz7QbZqXB0RRvNa2TkMkcYVK2LzRnmjBJOo/s1600/Eggo.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizRpoGQOtLzDIbInN3AumyL-7SzHRo6rfD6iuvdI3mUmTzfyEYSEidUDys7Kg90LYBAiQlMIp-bNfvPCSdhjE2fe-c6j-PmKVqDrQv4-I9Lz7QbZqXB0RRvNa2TkMkcYVK2LzRnmjBJOo/s320/Eggo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456984341579996098" /></a><br /><br />"Eggs in a Basket"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX7kCozMrqdot2IRB4jMAFZL703wG5tUp4G-8ifaaTZdX9OwK_fB6Cuo5qIcVFA-_3hXKjXt3xlxRQT_H0tUm0UXDdxVoZStRRQSY8_6pZCaJIgOjiD7QM4LwvtGU0u936xzKfl9ciaD0/s1600/Eggs+in+a+Basket.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX7kCozMrqdot2IRB4jMAFZL703wG5tUp4G-8ifaaTZdX9OwK_fB6Cuo5qIcVFA-_3hXKjXt3xlxRQT_H0tUm0UXDdxVoZStRRQSY8_6pZCaJIgOjiD7QM4LwvtGU0u936xzKfl9ciaD0/s320/Eggs+in+a+Basket.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456984160622498498" /></a><br /><br />"EggstraTerrestrial Landing"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd8_5y2XO0N9g2EXWJb2Mfhj_FWadIACelV9SNuecCwVs894k7-LrECbU7lt2O_3Xn5blO3lGgytrmapvBH5X58ZuXHcXSfsEqGbLdSyI_7b8amdWxt-abVPIiPdkLyYFFdW0F7o6HpRU/s1600/Eggstraterrestial+landing.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd8_5y2XO0N9g2EXWJb2Mfhj_FWadIACelV9SNuecCwVs894k7-LrECbU7lt2O_3Xn5blO3lGgytrmapvBH5X58ZuXHcXSfsEqGbLdSyI_7b8amdWxt-abVPIiPdkLyYFFdW0F7o6HpRU/s320/Eggstraterrestial+landing.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456983914784405410" /></a><br /><br />"Eggstraterrestrial"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs1KViteQmJLi_vqou_2Fzz0jEOT5ZGRQv7oorQTA7ukQLkrgjCvLHcUW7b-YVVAQrwDXsCXxmG9lpWGow3dOrm2Y39IiCjBI8vlGDBlHAzw6OpUH4zuV3pJDWcU9IMHncq8bM11vSLH0/s1600/Eggstraterrestial.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs1KViteQmJLi_vqou_2Fzz0jEOT5ZGRQv7oorQTA7ukQLkrgjCvLHcUW7b-YVVAQrwDXsCXxmG9lpWGow3dOrm2Y39IiCjBI8vlGDBlHAzw6OpUH4zuV3pJDWcU9IMHncq8bM11vSLH0/s320/Eggstraterrestial.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456983168125702674" /></a><br /><br />"Bombshell McEgg"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNGriOmpmJSmtMwBiDsDQaF5xMrqKbKsr0UAmwQxfqCA9wwE8dtVIDG2IUCIosFSsuM3KewmpVgvf6y8wvWCSMzwIDqgujS9jS7O-uJNYC0JQGID5M63v1VthFTRuEvZBlzhZfgQi5d7M/s1600/Egg+Bombshell+McEgg.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNGriOmpmJSmtMwBiDsDQaF5xMrqKbKsr0UAmwQxfqCA9wwE8dtVIDG2IUCIosFSsuM3KewmpVgvf6y8wvWCSMzwIDqgujS9jS7O-uJNYC0JQGID5M63v1VthFTRuEvZBlzhZfgQi5d7M/s320/Egg+Bombshell+McEgg.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456982942556085538" /></a><br /><br /><strong>And the winners were:</strong><br /><br />Best in Show - Laura (Fried eggs)<br />First Place - Laura (Fried eggs)<br />2nd Place - Jim Eggstraterrestial Landing)<br />3rd Place - Kelly (Eggs in a Basket)<br />Most Artistic - Mom's Scream )<br />Best Animal - Matt's (Egg Petting Zoo)<br />Most Original – Wyegg Earp Harry's<br />Lamest - Billy's (Egg Monkey)<br />Most Creative - Na Egg VI, Eggo, Emporer ( Jenny, Mike, Anne)<br />Best Break Out - Shannon (Eggstraterrestrial)<br />Best Theme – Bryan's (Fr'egg'enstein)<br />Brutus's Choice - Megan (pig)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957439866764235491noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096755913016206204.post-30513922721252746672010-03-31T20:39:00.001-06:002010-03-31T20:41:27.829-06:00Get Up And Dance: To That Eastern European Kind of Funk!<object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ab9C0klYilw&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ab9C0klYilw&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957439866764235491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096755913016206204.post-14400044178083596902010-03-29T10:25:00.005-06:002010-03-30T14:29:55.153-06:00Spring Break<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRuPQzfVSL4uaQAhhnnUZcXKr3J2_o3CChPlhnDNP0LIYCfMaGWgrgkZjuVRhvRpJiAyjaT97XMwHaDgYRvo8K9e7d1shA0k-f_JyuztaKo64q7wMD9A88TEDmpwaqYgmNGDiPQvnDGaE/s1600/Photo002.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRuPQzfVSL4uaQAhhnnUZcXKr3J2_o3CChPlhnDNP0LIYCfMaGWgrgkZjuVRhvRpJiAyjaT97XMwHaDgYRvo8K9e7d1shA0k-f_JyuztaKo64q7wMD9A88TEDmpwaqYgmNGDiPQvnDGaE/s320/Photo002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454526803125754882" /></a><br />Harry and I had been talking about his plans for Spring Break. He was going to spend the week at home just chillin'. This was actually a couple of weeks ago as his school had an early spring break, middle of March actually.<br /><br />So, Harry calls me at 2pm on Friday the day he was due to come home. I was at work. He calls to tell me when he was coming home,around 6:30pm, and was there any food in the house. Fortunately I had gone grocery shopping and bought the cereal i thought he was eating and milk and orange juice and a roast and i took some things out of the freezer. I said yes we had food.<br /><br />So that evening Harry gets home and he asks if I went to the grocery store and commented that he saw I had eggs and he could probably live on those. After some questioning I discovered the root cause of all the concern. I did not have food that he could eat right out of the package and he wanted something he did not have to fix. Feeling sorry for the poor kid, I made some spaghetti. <br /><br />Conclusion: Saturday / Sunday I cooked a roast (for snacking), made a meatloaf (and potatoes) and baked a chicken so that he would have some food for the next week while he was at home. I think that will probably last through Wednesday.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957439866764235491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096755913016206204.post-5234566284708317472010-03-18T15:46:00.006-06:002010-03-19T15:13:56.459-06:00Of camels and men<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh25A4DU_Rgxhqpxss3f02z4BwasaOeyJaB9pfZ6j2OcYWqCSrb08utXQ2FWQKBEYaauyOTAKFtoGve5fpbeLhneSv1D4hE75y7gSKBzlPj-L8M_DIVwzHgVH3BOBur9jXPZ2LPW42-MkA/s1600-h/camels-4.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh25A4DU_Rgxhqpxss3f02z4BwasaOeyJaB9pfZ6j2OcYWqCSrb08utXQ2FWQKBEYaauyOTAKFtoGve5fpbeLhneSv1D4hE75y7gSKBzlPj-L8M_DIVwzHgVH3BOBur9jXPZ2LPW42-MkA/s400/camels-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450093901523832946" /></a>We went to the zoo one time in February. It must have been early February. There was snow on the ground. It was dry and cold and in the low 20's, but was a really nice sunny day. We rode the Zoo Tram while there because John had trouble walking.<br /><br />Most of the animals were inside. The camels, to our surprise, were out in the pasture. There was a male with two females. They were up by the gate where they go back in to the sheds. The tour guide told us that they were let out into the pasture daily for grazing but were returned to the shed and pen yard at 5pm every day in the cold weather. It was about 3 pm in the afternoon and the male had the two females corralled up near the gate. The male was behind them, keeping them from going out into the pasture to graze. The females stood their patiently,chewing cud or whatever they do. <br /><br />Every day, the guide explained, the male camel herded the females up to the gates. The male repeated this at the same time every afternoon to wait to be let in to the sheds. Her comment was that he was rather bossy with the females. It was always early afternoon and he was consistent.<br /><br />I think of this behavior often because it reminds me of the sort of thing that I see men do all the time with women. It can be protective and meant to be helpful but still it looks like herding. I seem to notice many more examples of this these days now that I don't live with them. And now, when I do see it happen, the image of the camels comes to mind. It is funny how these characteristics have transmuted through the animal kingdom. I really like men but that was one of their more irritating characteristics. I don't miss it (I guess).Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957439866764235491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096755913016206204.post-56433631968044541032010-03-15T10:38:00.001-06:002010-03-18T16:42:39.485-06:00Joan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid27VgstF364IoghESQzj49rlc2t2X9qdHSCfFxXN6vc_qdAoEsBnkpEsocu3tq9eoqy7N0yR60GG1URcLBbnrk8hxA7jnZKcfah_pVwhY87dpfTJbzwSNtwHDHnLJHHKqws18v6ej3FY/s1600-h/clip6_21aaa.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 364px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid27VgstF364IoghESQzj49rlc2t2X9qdHSCfFxXN6vc_qdAoEsBnkpEsocu3tq9eoqy7N0yR60GG1URcLBbnrk8hxA7jnZKcfah_pVwhY87dpfTJbzwSNtwHDHnLJHHKqws18v6ej3FY/s400/clip6_21aaa.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448901544955170866" /></a>Last night after my exercise class I used the hot tub at the gym and I met Joan. Joan is 48, and single, and lives with her mother. Joan was from a smallish town in central Ohio. The way she got around to introducing herself was a different, but she wasn't from around here. What she told me was that she had spent 28 years in this little town, and she moved this year, and she missed all her friends.<br /><br />As we talked, I am thinking WOW, She reminded me of a character out of a novel, or perhaps I could write her into a novel or write about her and make it a novel! <br /><br /> I have never actually met a single person who lived with their mother past say 30. I thought that only happened in fiction novels or movies (creepy guys like Norman Bates, or again usually creepy guys who keep their mom in the freezer, or desiccated in a closet for 10 years to collect on her social security).Single people in novels, on TV or in movies who live with their mothers are never, in my memory, portrayed as healthy, normal people, but Joan seemed pretty cool and I liked her. <br /><br />Her mom was 87, and they moved here to be closer to her brother. Maybe she needed more help with her mom, I wasn't sure. From Joan's description, her mom was in good enough shape to come to the gym, she just tires easily. I couldn't tell if Joan worked, and I did not ask. For that matter,Maybe Joan has been married and I just have an overactive imagination. <br /><br />I don't remember the details but Joan asked me if I was from around here, which I<br />was. Then she asked if I grew up here which I hadn't. When she mentioned she<br />was from Ohio we had lots to talk about.<br />. <br />Before all this started I had pre-arranged to meet a friend (who happened to be male) in the hot tub. I talked this guy into getting a membership at the RAC, because he had been complaining about his weight and exercising. He was from the area and had lived here all his life except to serve in the army and traveling for work. I had barely said hello to my friend before I started talking to Joan. This friend made no motion to talk to Joan and turned away several times and his body language was pretty clear that he did not want to participate and had no interest in meeting her. <br /><br />Joan started to tell me what activities she had gotten involved in. They all sounded good and I was encouraging. Joan asked me if it was hard to meet people here. I said yes, you have to be aggressive She kept taking side long looks at this guy, like she was considering addressing him and including him into the conversation. I was just rolling on the inside and trying very hard not to wisecrack. I so wanted to say to Joan... see they are all like him.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957439866764235491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096755913016206204.post-91979766798841090192010-03-12T05:23:00.002-06:002010-03-12T05:32:14.342-06:00In Memorium<span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://happyacmoore.blogspot.com/2007/10/they-need-dog.html">Pufkin</a></span> <br />2006 - 2008<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwFa43tLjr4-oDiRTHRT4UjAQhTy_dUHB9PFeYp3QPNJ4FxxcGRJA21UOeUtwat1YxtOSs4t6LaBE0oqdZ30yWrkgjdz_P9ApFEXUMWq2tAz3ir9op8dvzM4Gb15zj-Ffih59HTsoyHh4/s1600-h/Pufkin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwFa43tLjr4-oDiRTHRT4UjAQhTy_dUHB9PFeYp3QPNJ4FxxcGRJA21UOeUtwat1YxtOSs4t6LaBE0oqdZ30yWrkgjdz_P9ApFEXUMWq2tAz3ir9op8dvzM4Gb15zj-Ffih59HTsoyHh4/s400/Pufkin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447706978685662802" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957439866764235491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096755913016206204.post-87753401073703740882010-03-05T20:22:00.006-06:002010-03-05T20:48:14.969-06:00Xplod explosion<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmKH76pgUl5KiUb_F9bn_Wrp56lLIy3I2bTFNAbs3rlsdhDm5pZ1hevdkrF9rVNc6CSJkN58UPIX686oOy2EpTak3sjHVx4dBTVfvkOlLA55nlqY-AVx17fbRsR-G2RmaDa-lKfMXa7UY/s1600-h/xplod.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmKH76pgUl5KiUb_F9bn_Wrp56lLIy3I2bTFNAbs3rlsdhDm5pZ1hevdkrF9rVNc6CSJkN58UPIX686oOy2EpTak3sjHVx4dBTVfvkOlLA55nlqY-AVx17fbRsR-G2RmaDa-lKfMXa7UY/s320/xplod.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445342239949504978" /></a>When I moved to Rochester I wanted a stereo to play cd's, tapes, and the radio. I wanted something with GREAT sound. I used some of those electronic buyers guide websites like CNET and read reviews and finally decided on the Sony XPLOD CD/CASSETTE BOOMBOX with AM/FM Radio in BLACK with all these great features: <br /><br />"Take this boombox to the beach with you and lay out on the sand with some of your favorite songs. <br /><br />Product Features <br />Built-in CD player and cassette deck let you enjoy all of your favorite tunes <br />CD functions include track programming, shuffle, repeat, high-speed dubbing and CD synchro record <br />Digital AM/FM radio tuner with 30 presets (10 AM, 20 FM) <br />Xplod power drive design for improved bass quality <br />2 built-in high-power 10W speakers with a built-in 100mm power-drive subwoofer <br />4-preset graphic equalizer <br />Digital display for easy menu navigation <br />Frequency response: 20Hz - 20kHz <br />Remote included"<br /><br /><br />I read the product reviews from average guys. I read a review from a guy who had the box in an auto body workshop garage and really liked the quality of the sound over the noises at work in the shop. I thought, wow, that is great. I'll take one! <br /><br />And I loved it until one day when a friend pointed out that at our mature age, in the stage of our lives where we are downsizing, kids leaving home, minimizing our footprint, you know, mature urban sophistication, condo living, all that; we want something sleek and powerful and cool with great sound and neat features. Yes, cool things in small packages that fit our minimalist, live it light lifestyle. Ok well he didn't say it quite like that. What he said was "What the hell IS that? Its so big, you don't have room for it anyplace!" And all his stuff by the way, IS all really cool and black. <br /><br />Next I went to my mom's place and I looked at her boom box ..She lives in a neat and tidy two bedroom condominium. Her boom box is small and sleek and silver and sits on a shelf in her dining room. It must be true. Everybody does have small sleek and cool. <br /><br />And then I felt bad. My boom box is big and chunky and yes it was hard to find a spot in the kitchen to set it. (I finally got an old table in the corner.) And, it is kind of awkward looking with the big red disk in the center that lights up when you hit the BIG RED XPLOD POWER DRIVE BASS SUBWOOFER BUTTON or whatever the heck that is that pulsates red light with the bass beat. <br /><br />In reality what I had done was bought something that would appeal to an adolescent boy or so my friend pointed it out. What he said though was, "that's something <br />a kid in high school would like." Apparently, a lot of my personal style choices go this way. Yes, maybe it looks like a teenage boy version of the big fluffy animal purse...a chunky black boom box on steroids. <br /><br />I see now that the fact that I did pick this style MAKES PERFECT SENSE. <br /><br />I only ever had a son. All the toys that I bought, the family movies that we watched (I did sneak in a few interesting films BUT), the games we played, and very often the music I listened to are influenced by the fact that I spent a great deal of time hanging out with my son and his friends. OK... maybe if I had waited till my son was off in college for a few years it would have worn off. <br /><br />Still... I am not going to replace the one i've got and it glares at me YES ITS ON STEROIDS every morning and is still a joke with some of my friends. Well, one in particular. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-1PTwr7jigXoZ5EfMP5l8Ij4K1XiU9Ge4QH2AJvV8acLbeSfKIbpCTMJiu20JiAJXd4bawCbxjcJOruqWv_oGwIxX9w7Ejdxy3x8t3dsB4w5Atze3WCBjMC3a6A4jEzAbXuKmQzBcWLQ/s1600-h/AnneHomeXplod.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-1PTwr7jigXoZ5EfMP5l8Ij4K1XiU9Ge4QH2AJvV8acLbeSfKIbpCTMJiu20JiAJXd4bawCbxjcJOruqWv_oGwIxX9w7Ejdxy3x8t3dsB4w5Atze3WCBjMC3a6A4jEzAbXuKmQzBcWLQ/s320/AnneHomeXplod.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445342103683849490" /></a><br />This is my "sound center" at home...yes, next to the refridgerater. It is a multi-use station that also houses my recycling center and office supplies.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDs01d2msGA-aZ62Kcdd5v-uD4-CyRs01hlU6HpsEwLGOzIWh1GYSDs3LesSa4DpsZR6cjkOrzI47haXKqxKkDoIkS4fl_7bKdNlxyDzwn4xKnlCzsnurAoKlsltCNCMPRd_UeC9559fU/s1600-h/AnneXPLODMEXICO.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDs01d2msGA-aZ62Kcdd5v-uD4-CyRs01hlU6HpsEwLGOzIWh1GYSDs3LesSa4DpsZR6cjkOrzI47haXKqxKkDoIkS4fl_7bKdNlxyDzwn4xKnlCzsnurAoKlsltCNCMPRd_UeC9559fU/s320/AnneXPLODMEXICO.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445341863729783810" /></a>I was at a local neighborhood bar (outside, on a corner and very local er I said that) in Buscerias, Mexico and here was MY BOX... a slightly different model but still banging out the tunes with the heavy bass throbbing! <br /><br /><br />And my friend saw the same model in the health office at a local Middle School and sent me this pic: <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMdAEErZAcfmZhoYhFECeA1HEbVw3xJKrcOOcYfHZJgstJ8lUQCB0zABbtIcAuAmhvugJI07uFF004aGsKiVdO2MTpm6UbvAU3tVBnuvtx805oqiFSrRcpZ9QE4VqIOy959j5cXex4YIw/s1600-h/XPLODZumbrotaHealthroom.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMdAEErZAcfmZhoYhFECeA1HEbVw3xJKrcOOcYfHZJgstJ8lUQCB0zABbtIcAuAmhvugJI07uFF004aGsKiVdO2MTpm6UbvAU3tVBnuvtx805oqiFSrRcpZ9QE4VqIOy959j5cXex4YIw/s320/XPLODZumbrotaHealthroom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445341694502513154" /></a> So now I am thinking, if I am lucky, and I hope to be.. I may start collecting pictures of xplod's all over the world!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957439866764235491noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096755913016206204.post-90563141504460499642010-03-03T11:24:00.000-06:002010-03-03T11:25:01.434-06:00Keeping Things WholeIn a field<br />I am the absence<br />of field.<br />This is<br />always the case.<br />Wherever I am<br />I am what is missing.<br /><br />When I walk<br />I part the air<br />and always<br />the air moves in<br />to fill the spaces<br />where my body's been.<br /><br />We all have reasons<br />for moving.<br />I move<br />to keep things whole.<br /><br /> -- Mark StrandAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957439866764235491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096755913016206204.post-67326769464629551362010-02-25T14:44:00.008-06:002010-02-25T15:16:28.096-06:00What would we do without them?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8YXx1z88e25nZOdOCTmc9hXO8Vy-US9XP6y4DlquMTt7MHg-87CLkQK6XcE9h0uZCTxFrwkR0ll0Z1TIeFW2zxWsWKg6qUUlz_7_MsVDBWVo7NvWElNdNG25017J2lUXJJwROVTiMoEM/s1600-h/Media+CardBlackBerrypicturesIMG00138.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8YXx1z88e25nZOdOCTmc9hXO8Vy-US9XP6y4DlquMTt7MHg-87CLkQK6XcE9h0uZCTxFrwkR0ll0Z1TIeFW2zxWsWKg6qUUlz_7_MsVDBWVo7NvWElNdNG25017J2lUXJJwROVTiMoEM/s320/Media+CardBlackBerrypicturesIMG00138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442290255477286578" /></a> So, since publishing my last post, I have recieved many anecdotes from my vast readership... oh alright, just one from my sister! She sometimes works remotely, and has a home office, AND she has the same problem I do... yes, you guessed it, those crazy adorable pets that color our life. What would we do with out them? <br />Her cat is fanatical about the computer mouse, and spends the major part of her feline day fixated with the computer screen. It is a constant battle for Laura, always pushing the cat out of the way so she can work. But sometimes the cat wins.<br /><br /><br />Not to be outdone, below is the other little bugge..er I mean, charmer. <br /><br />When my sister's husband put together her home office, he equipped the room with steps for their daschund to use to get to choice spots like the window above the file cabinet, or up to the sofa. With a bad back, they do not want it to jump and cause more aggravation. What a life! He's such a cutie pie, how could you not?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg08rDjtu0XuAB_BOXLCTfoss7MJ5PWEIgMRfRHMQbn6zZ3EXnfck5SjuEWQRwgiUMdUuTeL6uKPJXliIskjR4bAIR38_i-bbyHXxYNPoF4mgoGkKkpzE6vRZYZD2gt-ZssgD_chHrn7rg/s1600-h/IMG00176.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg08rDjtu0XuAB_BOXLCTfoss7MJ5PWEIgMRfRHMQbn6zZ3EXnfck5SjuEWQRwgiUMdUuTeL6uKPJXliIskjR4bAIR38_i-bbyHXxYNPoF4mgoGkKkpzE6vRZYZD2gt-ZssgD_chHrn7rg/s320/IMG00176.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442290629936656914" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957439866764235491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096755913016206204.post-5462400095642822962010-02-24T14:02:00.008-06:002010-02-24T14:24:20.070-06:00The CatsWe have a cat named Tiger. We meaning Harry and I, although Harry is away at school, so now it is just Tiger and I. We are watching another cat. Tiger never agreed to it but she has gotten used to Bandita and I think she might even like Bandita. I am not sure. They are sweethearts and fun to watch. <br /><br />They look for me at the windows in the evening, and then Bandita runs to the door and is waiting for me to rub my ankles and say hello. Then she shadows me the rest of the evening. Tiger shows up later, but mostly Tiger shadows her. Often they chase each other or wrestle or box and it is a riot to watch. <br /><br />I won't let them sleep with me because Bandita anchors herself on my leg and Tiger sits on my chest. Tiger is the worst because she pats my chin periodically ALL NIGHT LONG. I am constantly woken up for petting I guess. Instead they are waiting outside my door in the morning and Bandita shadows me as I go through my morning routine. They follow me into the bathroom and wait while I take a shower. Then back in my room, Tiger sits on top of the bed so that she can lay on anything that I throw there...whatever it is ends up with tons of cat hair so I limit it to jeans. Bandita goes under the bed where she grabs anything that I pull out of the dresser or the closet..my room is very small. When she misses she snags my leg instead and that hurts. One morning I took pictures of them as they followed me around... <br /><br /><br />Really, I think I need a life. They need to go outside.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqQ0W_BKRHB07cGa_ZtdCSpWSYO8-JxxGzef57VBGzU8Mm5Fl5llDvvASba6dtzgndpFGx35nRnQCGvcKFhxTITVnOblWgtSxXau0K4k8iZLMPLzmaB-gw9FlPLx33iEMEoHEpDjQ9NvA/s1600-h/0217100635.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqQ0W_BKRHB07cGa_ZtdCSpWSYO8-JxxGzef57VBGzU8Mm5Fl5llDvvASba6dtzgndpFGx35nRnQCGvcKFhxTITVnOblWgtSxXau0K4k8iZLMPLzmaB-gw9FlPLx33iEMEoHEpDjQ9NvA/s200/0217100635.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441905589829968978" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsBx4N5Tj8Ni1iKugpAvhfeRw-CWsEYfO9l3SDmed2MxihuLLTD_T9ZYuUqmpAjFnrnteaoHqhgX9cckemqK1c6Z5nfetDrkPZsalQH2NQnTMwfcQrMWD3pTUceyxazDjSQ1_BGSxUluw/s1600-h/0217100651.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsBx4N5Tj8Ni1iKugpAvhfeRw-CWsEYfO9l3SDmed2MxihuLLTD_T9ZYuUqmpAjFnrnteaoHqhgX9cckemqK1c6Z5nfetDrkPZsalQH2NQnTMwfcQrMWD3pTUceyxazDjSQ1_BGSxUluw/s200/0217100651.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441905508928327394" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2gXTqpq1MoQidxs_pbdX9W1zX9TQ0F96UME5lq7CqTjyKfzDBxWIwP84AUMU1sWdMMBV-jW2Do31v6ZareV-YsJJhFctf8TFdf1bSFt5wS8PBwsCD6o7oINPTWU79dY7JMtZpo5BnOiY/s1600-h/0217100651a.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2gXTqpq1MoQidxs_pbdX9W1zX9TQ0F96UME5lq7CqTjyKfzDBxWIwP84AUMU1sWdMMBV-jW2Do31v6ZareV-YsJJhFctf8TFdf1bSFt5wS8PBwsCD6o7oINPTWU79dY7JMtZpo5BnOiY/s200/0217100651a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441905378919341442" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAvYZf_C5GOfoajSScpZvFH7AqlugxMRFJOtxNnDKqfNUyBUSV5hWnm2p9s9JE4Ug3L-tCSqrvf2piFKM2tvayZUb0Ut58KkjZKA8Zd5U8hRiPfP2xyXqwEsZw_4MLSNuErk1MV3Bd9HY/s1600-h/0217100655.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAvYZf_C5GOfoajSScpZvFH7AqlugxMRFJOtxNnDKqfNUyBUSV5hWnm2p9s9JE4Ug3L-tCSqrvf2piFKM2tvayZUb0Ut58KkjZKA8Zd5U8hRiPfP2xyXqwEsZw_4MLSNuErk1MV3Bd9HY/s200/0217100655.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441905279753646066" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957439866764235491noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096755913016206204.post-64945451616076062132010-02-18T13:57:00.007-06:002010-02-19T11:10:01.792-06:00Hip Hop for Whites<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis4o8INfuf6HlJjlNO4cMiS0AxS1ui5UGXrtfjEYs2j3Zz_PrTALRSlVgsKc4rPCcw6v_lnwMH-KRlggDtKn8i-b7zLGiD_5DdvKXSwbcoulH0pBlxZ3JGofeCLNzKve9ZybfPjLVyg9c/s1600-h/0213101018.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis4o8INfuf6HlJjlNO4cMiS0AxS1ui5UGXrtfjEYs2j3Zz_PrTALRSlVgsKc4rPCcw6v_lnwMH-KRlggDtKn8i-b7zLGiD_5DdvKXSwbcoulH0pBlxZ3JGofeCLNzKve9ZybfPjLVyg9c/s320/0213101018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439696908133730898" /></a><br />Where I live is beautiful this time of year, even as it is, as much as I am tired of the cold. I took the picture on my left last Saturday morning,<br />and yes that is my thumb.<br /><br />Ok fast forward....<br /> <br />Last night I went to my "dancersize" class... it is the first night of Winter II sessions at the gym. And, because we have such long winters here in Minnesota, we have TWO sessions per the winter season, not just one. So how awful is that?<br /><br /><br />Anyway, it was a Hip Hop class, which i like better than ZUMBA, only because gracefulness is not a requirement, and it is boxy, and looks tough, and fits my personal style better. My personal style, you ask? Some people would laugh about that one especially if you ever watched me. <br /><br />Last night a lady that I know from Zumba was there. After a couple numbers, she came up to me and commented that she's missed a few classes, but boy have the dance selections changed. I explained that this was Hip Hop, not Zumba. That explained a lot and the light went on you could just tell. So she danced a couple more numbers, and usually she dances sexy, and she's very good, but with this the steps are different and she was having a rough time. The instructor is also different, not our usual Zumba instructor. So my friend says to me "The instructor is very bouncy. I don't like her." and then she says as if she had some kind of epiphany.. "this is hip hop for whites, isn't it?" and I smiled and nodded, and she gave me this "what a bunch of schmucks!" expression. When the song ended she walked out. <br /><br />I could tell she was irritated, and I think she was trying to make herself feel better by insulting the instructor. She made her comments like it was an insult, but to who? She's white, I'm white, the instructor is white, we were all white in the class. Oh, excuse me, we have a few Asians..(are they white?) So yeah i guess its pretty white. I am actually not sure how people of color dance hip hop and if its any different for them. Hmmm now that I think about it, we have a few Eastern Indians occasionally, and some Middle Easterners...they are not white, but they dance as white as I do. And so, by the way, do the Asians.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957439866764235491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096755913016206204.post-53619077054353864032010-02-12T14:42:00.002-06:002010-02-12T15:03:04.631-06:00FaceOff!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgaKb1JvzZS0ozl9HnQudcCYTZho-RLByifjX5btnEPCX2o2-P63-HPI21VqbPyqmy62A68Q-YJV3bwXluZeVWDjlmfpU3LG5n8tF3U5nUx1pVn_40mSyaA7igLOP2eF-WNmfXEAyczYw/s1600-h/J0302953.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgaKb1JvzZS0ozl9HnQudcCYTZho-RLByifjX5btnEPCX2o2-P63-HPI21VqbPyqmy62A68Q-YJV3bwXluZeVWDjlmfpU3LG5n8tF3U5nUx1pVn_40mSyaA7igLOP2eF-WNmfXEAyczYw/s320/J0302953.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437463350227021810" /></a><br />Dumb old face book. It seems like everybody, friends, family and now even the 40 something hold outs, are joining facebook. The kids, BUT NOT MY SON, the nieces and the nephews, have been on it for some time. With some of my generation, the change is recent. Not sure the sudden change, but it is becoming the only place they are willing to share their pictures or communicate. They are always telling me they have new pictures soooo go look at facebook. <br /><br />Well, my nieces took pictures from some time ago when we were at an art fair in Chicago, and that is how I got hold of this survey. <br /><br />I'll back up... A couple of days ago I filled out this IQ survey on facebook. Dumb old me. The survey asked for my cell phone number and oh boy am I stupid, I GAVE IT OUT. No sooner than did I complete this survey, when I began getting text messages on my phone from Ted, my IQ Coach. <br /><br />Today, i got the 3rd text message from "Ted". I was feeling harrassed and absolutely po'd that they kept sending me these stupid long winded texts. I asked my coworker if I should tell Ted in a text to F**K Off. My coworker suggested I simply say I was too dumb or something. Of course I thought THAT was dumb, so I sent my original text anyway. I IMMEDIATELY got a text from "Ted" saying that I had violated the T's&C's of Facebook and might lose my subscription! I can't lose my subscription ..i won't be able to see all my friends dumb old pictures! Oh well..figures it would bite me. I still can't get "TED" to stop sending me messages either.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957439866764235491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096755913016206204.post-27830399979749132312010-02-11T14:17:00.008-06:002010-02-12T18:58:22.335-06:00Winter 2010<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlRZgXhACbAmVkEr6z4MLt2xFd2FTCHu-BB16mCl2kqjGEu1tzsN5JypCcZK3HNpr2S81PKLlO7bAFZ6zigmhhtZkdk9I9syMxKuAyr8Q9PKlv1gQ8IFf6vXlz7Koubj82kLYrEs9I_8Y/s1600-h/0211100840.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlRZgXhACbAmVkEr6z4MLt2xFd2FTCHu-BB16mCl2kqjGEu1tzsN5JypCcZK3HNpr2S81PKLlO7bAFZ6zigmhhtZkdk9I9syMxKuAyr8Q9PKlv1gQ8IFf6vXlz7Koubj82kLYrEs9I_8Y/s320/0211100840.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437083561373268434" /></a><br />I am watching a friends cat and this morning it got into my purse and stole my sandwich. I got it away from her and I ate it for lunch anyway. She is the Bandita alias the KITTYCAT KONG!<br /><br />It has taken some adjustment but now she and my cat are getting along famously. More on those two another time. <br /> <br />I've been hibernating since after Christmas...but hey it is January and this is now a ritual for me that starts after the holidays.<br /><br />And we've had a particularly cold and snowy winter. I hardly see anyone unless it is by accident. (My friends had a baby and because it is snowy and they live in the country and I am afraid to drive up their driveway that is on a steep and curvy hill, i put the gift in the mail and told them I would see them in the spring.) <br /><br />So what do i do with my free time?<br />I've been going to the gym .. basic survival...doing ZUMBA! and HIPHOP! and it is my<br />answer to alzheimer's because you have to remember the dance moves you learned the week before. NOT! And you have to be able to step up and wave your arms and sashay and jiggle in that order and all at once. When i first started this i was so upset at my two left feet that i went out and bought the biggest padded bra i could find and the lowest cut shirt to wear to the next class. At least i look good. (This was also my solution to my lousy skiing skills about 5 years ago... a fantastic ski outfit ...)<br /><br />I've been taking Spanish classes Monday nights and dreaming of retirement.<br /> <br />I've been going to the library and getting out books on Costa Rica. (LAST Winter it was Chile and Argentina. I like to get travel books, travel guides, AND cook books.)<br /><br />I've checked out books like FROMME'S Travel Guide, Retirement without Borders, a collection of short stories by Costa Rican (ticos) and Panamanian women writers titled "When New Flowers Bloom". The Author's notes are written by a man and all he does is go through the history of literature WHICH DOES NOT INCLUDE ANY REFERENCES TO WOMEN. Who does he think he's kidding?<br /><br />I am in the process of labeling my house espanol-ish and in full sentences...as for example "The basement is down the stairs. It has three rooms, but there are no bathrooms." ...and then i look at it later and i don't know what the hell i wrote. I use google translation tools. This saves time. I say what i want (i've also been describing all my pictures and photos on walls around my house.. cut and paste it into word, print out a page full of them, cut them out and then tape them to the walls and objects etc..bulk statements..but takes a while to figure out what i was thinking, how to translate, and then where to stick it). Is this a rare form of cabin fever?<br /><br />A coworker sent me this:<br /><br /><strong>" Anne,<br /><br />My oldest sent this to me.<br />This is weird enough that I thought you'd enjoy.... when you have time.<br />Not to sure anyone else around here (at least on my team) would get it. Not that there's much to get !<br /><br /><a href="http://selleckwaterfallsandwich.tumblr.com/">TOM SELLECK WATERFALL SANDWICH LINK</a><br /><br />The names of the sandwiches are light and hard to read.<br />One of the pages has a link to the Sellick Waterfall Sandwich Theme Song which<br />sounds like it was recorded in someone's kitchen.<br />I was never a fan of Tom Sellick."</strong><br /><br />Well, I am a big fan of Tom Sellick...and I thought it was terrific.<br />I miss the shorts guys wore back in the 80's. So much<br />man-leg. Ha cha cha!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957439866764235491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096755913016206204.post-42652485090996306892009-09-04T15:49:00.004-05:002009-09-04T15:58:27.936-05:00How did Harry spend the summer?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6lFjogPPGA7skzL9TGfga1GVxKL_GyeuANs1eejLMNl7I4KS-iFpnpvsOfea0yA107uWPl-02dE3HCUPtPwcb_m50SxZjFzBxk-n0UoiY1bS3hIhAcG1GiN8gNFUCcVo2HrqbtC5YioE/s1600-h/Summer09+043.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6lFjogPPGA7skzL9TGfga1GVxKL_GyeuANs1eejLMNl7I4KS-iFpnpvsOfea0yA107uWPl-02dE3HCUPtPwcb_m50SxZjFzBxk-n0UoiY1bS3hIhAcG1GiN8gNFUCcVo2HrqbtC5YioE/s320/Summer09+043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377717852222987826" /></a>He went with the FAM to Myrtle Beach. They go every other year. This year I did not go because I did not know what my finances would be like, but my family kindly included Harry in the festivities. He had a great time. <br /><br />This is one of my favorite photos. It is a tradition of Mike and Jim's (my brother in laws)to get a photo of the two of them partaking in their favourite past time:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuLEJRoSzs2S1na4Hpq_wNiatfn_8jqjg2OeKadaPjP0EKITODrQCpLfqCNQSG1AyjWMbQZTR0rWhgW2rrdOKbV073vSwQPzk4v2OogdfV9aZT8gknkELNsowp7OXri6WCgQqBGmvP1Yo/s1600-h/Summer09+037.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuLEJRoSzs2S1na4Hpq_wNiatfn_8jqjg2OeKadaPjP0EKITODrQCpLfqCNQSG1AyjWMbQZTR0rWhgW2rrdOKbV073vSwQPzk4v2OogdfV9aZT8gknkELNsowp7OXri6WCgQqBGmvP1Yo/s320/Summer09+037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377718679310018418" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957439866764235491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096755913016206204.post-9338991780938625012009-09-04T15:01:00.007-05:002009-09-04T15:25:13.076-05:00What did I do on my summer vacation?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6tH65MCjpt8yg8PQJW0fMJA87iSsWx2Sw6Hk7Q_C1F-cf0hmmEEUnFZRVSxrOtVokYg49LocGgasBXDZZt2xh1WEsJyZjiL1i9b_qe0gQiPpQ9DYGIi161xu_-HT9VdhLsO_CZzKb2Bg/s1600-h/DSCN1108.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6tH65MCjpt8yg8PQJW0fMJA87iSsWx2Sw6Hk7Q_C1F-cf0hmmEEUnFZRVSxrOtVokYg49LocGgasBXDZZt2xh1WEsJyZjiL1i9b_qe0gQiPpQ9DYGIi161xu_-HT9VdhLsO_CZzKb2Bg/s320/DSCN1108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377707696050770082" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLyLHxnfR5tIcfMVhvfARhgfI9GQRMc5QdsbCAyBaeieaH6vYZiHcAeTK3VJoG3amtWImODIJgPP-Fm2bEsxnqv-EY_-HVoqVsYIwBqg-7EJouWsTdK9-MYiFHdB9n3TTqebTi9CbqwQA/s1600-h/annecorinne07209.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLyLHxnfR5tIcfMVhvfARhgfI9GQRMc5QdsbCAyBaeieaH6vYZiHcAeTK3VJoG3amtWImODIJgPP-Fm2bEsxnqv-EY_-HVoqVsYIwBqg-7EJouWsTdK9-MYiFHdB9n3TTqebTi9CbqwQA/s320/annecorinne07209.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377707453448622994" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguKvCddku3CiQ2YB-LT-wTNSx7BGXL8Uv0UU5S0wpVFieVC8g0t6Zq9mBGR7lBGileiPUeA1gs10zcmV0R6gC2oZel8ICn5CkbJwdeTQk6CxBDg9lgEOpbXXvQNBH_BqXJZG5-HLirqi0/s1600-h/DSCN1084.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguKvCddku3CiQ2YB-LT-wTNSx7BGXL8Uv0UU5S0wpVFieVC8g0t6Zq9mBGR7lBGileiPUeA1gs10zcmV0R6gC2oZel8ICn5CkbJwdeTQk6CxBDg9lgEOpbXXvQNBH_BqXJZG5-HLirqi0/s320/DSCN1084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377706282292906642" /></a><br />I went up north with Corinne! Yes, and we had a G R E A T time. Corinne thinks I am immoral because I kept trying to get out of paying the state park entrance fees ..well.. no-ot re-ally. My thought was if they don't ask don't volunteer. Then come to discover that there are some shared parking lots between the Minnesota DOT and the park system. ANYWAY .. i think we saw every waterfall in Northern Minnesota between here and Canada. We went to the Boundary Waters National Forest and Thunderbay in Canada. I just wanted to see if we would get frisked at the border. I HAVE A VERY EXCITING LIFE. (But wait...in highschool my friends and I used to go to the Cleveland Hopkins Airport on a Friday night to go through security and the metal detectors. This was back in 1975. We just wanted to see if we could. And we could. What innocence!) We stayed at a famous er lodge called Cascade Lodge in the Boundary Waters National Forest. The brochure showed a lovely landscape with a Lake Superior view. Amazing how they were able to take the photo and completely edit out THE STATE HIGHWAY right in front of the lodge. (We didn't know it was famous till a found a book in a book store that chronicled its history in Grand Marais.) Needless to say Corinne thought it was a dump. I thought it was pretty nice and inexpensive and better than Motel 6. In truth it was quaint. Overall we did a lot of walking,talking and the weather was decent. We promised each other we would do it again for sure!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuF3o8tm2UCWAspH6sdjOXyYpHPwRKeKjd-ZsLAnnMoEGlZmr3OQn_P3ucCBB5cFoBvila5epV_vpr_SGeXiAkY96EOCHrZJqdl83mrQY8DuYUG-rQ_JemDkperzZdHC2zvkGA7rR_6Z0/s1600-h/annecorinne09.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuF3o8tm2UCWAspH6sdjOXyYpHPwRKeKjd-ZsLAnnMoEGlZmr3OQn_P3ucCBB5cFoBvila5epV_vpr_SGeXiAkY96EOCHrZJqdl83mrQY8DuYUG-rQ_JemDkperzZdHC2zvkGA7rR_6Z0/s320/annecorinne09.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377706754361514786" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957439866764235491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096755913016206204.post-76413439546866586052009-07-10T09:33:00.004-05:002009-07-10T09:48:40.997-05:001- 2 3 AND 4-5 and 6<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2AHXZFnmUqUHmmpWflGuWFF0IO0TkHNq0yQMVlrtRRzjccxNSUKhhtdQkDEg3W8f3SAUfxDND_N0K9-XXfS9r5mC6YdQSg2kZFggkjaYPbL97tcG5z_bS-cQSX3AfTYNve1Qx3TSNpBA/s1600-h/Cleveland-May+2009+015.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2AHXZFnmUqUHmmpWflGuWFF0IO0TkHNq0yQMVlrtRRzjccxNSUKhhtdQkDEg3W8f3SAUfxDND_N0K9-XXfS9r5mC6YdQSg2kZFggkjaYPbL97tcG5z_bS-cQSX3AfTYNve1Qx3TSNpBA/s320/Cleveland-May+2009+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356839913272231826" /></a><br />Go Sistahs! I love this picture. It was taken when we were visiting my brother and his family last May. BEFORE SUMMER REALLY STARTED!<br /><br />And now it is past the halfway mark (July 4).<br /><br />My son is headed to Chicago to go with my sisters and their families to Myrtle Beach. I have cautioned him to be careful, drive safely, and carry his weight. He will. I did not go this year because I did not think I could afford it since I did not know what my finances would be like. I wanted Harry to go though. We've always had so much fun. I just wasn't up to it for myself this year.<br /><br />I signed up for dance lessons. This will be my second shot at it. I signed up in early spring for a class on SOCIAL DANCING through the community education program. I only ever went to one lesson because I always seem to have scheduling conflicts with work and all. This time I signed up through a local dance hall. I asked someone if they were interested and would like to try it with me and HE said yes! Surprise. We went last night and it was fun. West Coast Swing.<br /><br />The last two times I've gone to Chicago I have gone out with my mom and we've gotten manicures. Good times! <br /><br />Harry made the Dean's List for the Spring Semester. Yeah! So far so good.<br />He's got a job this summer with a company and he likes it. He is in a Co-op program so this will last through college if he wants and they will take him through all the departments. Harry is doing better than I ever expected, considering how many frights he gave me growing up so I am very proud of him.<br /><br />I bought new furniture over the internet (with proceeds from my half of the sale of one of our tractors) and I am very excited. I've recieved the couch and its great and one of the chairs is coming today. I have never ever bought furniture before in my entire life. I have always picked it up from garage sales and second hand stores. I am totally excited.<br /><br />At any rate, the summer is going by fast and it feels like I haven't done anything yet. That will change.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957439866764235491noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096755913016206204.post-31670541765484739772009-06-24T15:43:00.004-05:002009-06-24T17:36:38.610-05:00True confessions: A tale of two cats and disaster<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKJs9J1gVWNthwo361FLPUoUpPuPOoJVrhYyWngGzOUlW33aRGlp_z2VrdFuf600-qQHpqotXfkOMjP_HoQhwSOsRapw67lITcS8nBv5teriO2zoAh8loIqwtBP7fwlWWMA-a6peJ8z84/s1600-h/DSCN0909.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKJs9J1gVWNthwo361FLPUoUpPuPOoJVrhYyWngGzOUlW33aRGlp_z2VrdFuf600-qQHpqotXfkOMjP_HoQhwSOsRapw67lITcS8nBv5teriO2zoAh8loIqwtBP7fwlWWMA-a6peJ8z84/s320/DSCN0909.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351026705186739250" /></a><br />If you are familiar with cat behavior you know some of their quirkiness. Cats will get excited with attention and petting and if they are excited they will grab you with their teeth or claws. A dog wags its tail. People think this is a friendly gesture but a wagging tail really just says that the dog is excited. The dog will bite your hand just as easily as lick it depending on its personality and characteristics (hmmm, just like some people when you say hello in the morning). I had one cat that tended to growl a lot. I had another that liked to jump on your shoulders, curl around your neck, and pull on your hair if you gave it a chance. These are sweet things if you like cats, but annoying if you don't, or when you are busy or not expecting it. Nothing to be afraid of, just good to know. If you don't know you can misinterpret the behavior. <br /><br />My mom was kind of this way with the cats, but there is more and it is worse than that. I think my cats were this way with her. You see it was because they were familar with her in a way that they never would be with most strangers. It was a phenomenon I can't explain but I am sure she confused them. Yes, I am sure this is it. <br /><br />She is the same height as me and has similar mannerisms and characteristics, so they used to do things to her, I mean treat her in a manner that they would do with me. The results were horrible. I still feel bad about it.<br /><br />On one occasion she was sitting at my kitchen table and Georgette, the fat grey cousin who looks like a little Russian, was circling her legs and rubbing. Mom was ignoring her. Well trying to anyway. The cat stretched up on her hind legs and with her front paws, ever so lightly, pricked my mom's leg with her nails. Well she just wanted my mom to notice her, but mom got startled and freaked, and tried to kick her off. Of course THEN the cat freaked and hugged my mom for dear life and dug in with all her claws full throttle. She put a terrible scratch on mom's leg that wouldn't heal. Eventually mom had to go in and have the spot removed by a doctor ...melanoma or something. I felt awful and after that my mom always reminded me to put the cats out. Which i did most of the time, EXCEPT for one other visit. <br /><br />It happened again, but with a different animal. Our orange cat, the youngest, smallest and most playful had gotten in the house and was on a stool, looking for attention. The cat was my baby. <br /><br />I was in the room, and so were some other people, but for some reason the cat was focused on my mom. The cat was formulating a plan and I could see she was ready to leap. She wanted on my mom's shoulder's and she has never done this ever to a stranger. I have no idea what the attraction was except that maybe she resembles me. <br /><br />This cat has always been shy of strangers. Mom was about 10 feet away and you could just see the cat calculating. My mom was talking but then she noticed too and she started to back up slowly and this look of horror took hold of her. I tried to get in the way but not soon enough. Mom was turning, and the cat was in the air. Because mom was moving the cat couldn't get the perch she wanted so with front paws first she hit my mom on the back and latched on with claws engaged. My mom did this twirly screaming thing and in seconds the centrifugal force sent the cat flying the other way. The look of horror on my mother's face when she realized what this cat had in mind will live with me forever.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957439866764235491noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096755913016206204.post-52023745358208717142009-06-23T08:51:00.002-05:002009-06-23T08:58:45.742-05:00Drop 5 years off your face in 5 minutesI love this sort of advice. I have been saving this note. I'll just leave<br />it here....<br /><br />(InStyle.com) -- Time to believe in mini-miracles! Beauty gurus say the secret to looking refreshed is in your makeup bag. So what are you waiting for?<br /><br /><strong>1. Give your eyes a lift</strong><br />So long, dark circles and droopy lids. When you swap smoky shadows and sooty pencils for a softer palette, tired eyes take on a decidedly youthful glow.<br /><strong>Rethink your concealer:</strong> Instead of applying it under the entire eye, start at the inner socket, and tap a peach-based shade to a point just underneath the center of the pupil, blending well to cancel out blue shadows. Don't use concealer on outer corners; it can accentuate crow's feet.<br /><strong>Skip the shadow:</strong> Define your crease with a pencil instead, in a shade slightly darker than your skin tone -- then smudge it. "You get the illusion of bigger eyes without the heavy look," says makeup artist Pati Dubroff.<br />Go nude:Trace your lower lash line with a flesh-toned pencil. "It's like eight hours of sleep in a liner," says makeup artist Paula Dorf.<br /><br /><strong>2. Plump your lips</strong><br />The perfect kisser is cushiony and plush with a whisper of color -- not overly inflated or sharply defined.<br /><strong>Pencil in a pout:</strong> Use a chubby tip in a neutral shade to trace the fullest version of your lips. Then blend with your fingertip to soften the edges.<br />Lighten up:Tiny shadows at the corners of your mouth can turn your smile upside down. Keep them under cover with a dot of concealer.<br /><strong>Go shiny:</strong> A bit of gloss on the center of your lower lip and cupid's bow gives the appearance of fullness. Try dusky pinks and soft toffee hues.<br /><strong>3. Get cheeky</strong><br />Just because we weren't born with killer bone structure doesn't mean we can't fake it. Create the illusion of chiseled cheekbones and give your face a lift.<br /><strong>Start soft</strong>: A mousse primer smooths the skin's surface to help the flushed, dewy look stay put.<br /><strong>Add contour:</strong> Use two tones of cream blush. Swirl a rosy hue on the apples, then blend a swoosh of bronze below the cheekbones. The result: pretty definition and babylike fullness.<br /><strong>4. Make skin glow</strong><br />Older complexions can look dull; youthful ones appear moist and even in texture. Look for formulas with light-diffusing particles and avoid powders, which can settle into fine lines and add decades.<br /><strong>Add shine:</strong> Skin that seems to glisten naturally usually involves a little artificial sparkle. Apply luminizer to cheek and brow bones and to the bridge of your nose. We like Chantecaille's for fair complexions and Modelco Luminosity Shimmer Whip in Bronze (sephora.com) for olive and darker ones.<br /><strong>Stay hydrated:</strong>Treat dry patches with a refined face oil. Pati Dubroff swears by Rodin Olio Lusso, which "smells divine and gives skin instant luminosity."<br /><strong>Welcome matte:</strong> "Nothing is more aging than overly powdered skin," says makeup artist Molly Stern, who opts for mattifying primer instead. Try Smash-box's or Revlon Beyond Natural Smoothing primer.<br />Keep it sheer: Apply foundation only where needed, and choose a formula that can be layered for more coverage.<br /><strong>5. Define your jawline</strong><br />Why hide behind a chunky turtleneck when face-saving angles are only a powder away?<br /><strong>Slim fast:</strong> Using a fluffy brush, blend powder in a shade two hues deeper than your skin just below your chin.<br /><strong>Is your makeup aging you?</strong><br />Consider this...<br />• <strong>Matte lipstick accentuates age lines, creating a puckered effect.<br />• Yellow-based bronzer makes skin look sallow, not sun-kissed.<br />• Powder blush rarely delivers a youthful glow (unless it's loaded with shimmer).<br />• Retro eyeliner is cool, but not when you're trying to look younger.<br />• Mascara on your lower lashes tends to cast unflattering undereye shadows, so skip it. </strong>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957439866764235491noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096755913016206204.post-37097534253665711322009-06-16T14:38:00.001-05:002009-06-16T14:40:53.465-05:00Lets Make A DealMe: What should i expect from a dealer? I know they have a profit margin ... i can pay cash or i can get a loan. I can get a loan from my credit union (LIKE CASH) or i can go thru the dealer (or I can just pay cash cash but i think i want a loan to jack up my credit rating).. Do dealers lower the cost of the car if i took a loan out thru them? Does having a TRADE IN affect the price of the CAR (more or less). What's my best angle to get the lowest price possible? <br /><br />(I think i might hold out for this OBAMA bill to pass where we get a $4500 rebate if the car we trade in has higher mileage than the car we buy). <br /><br />Mom's right he is going to give us BUCKETS of MONEY. : ) <br /><br />Jim: Looks like the $4500 offer will apply to older vehicles with less than 18MPG and you have to improve by 10 MPG with the new car. Assuming your present car was 18 MPG or less you may get $4500 off a new car. I’d wait for the details before you buy a new car as that is a bunch of dough. Congress is being pushed hard to get this through so details will probably be pretty firm in 60 -90 days. <br /><br />Best angle is multiple quotes and don’t be afraid to walk. When you trade-in that complicates the issue but you will be looking for the lowest net cost. If they are going to test drive your old car bring a second set of keys as dealers will sometimes lose your keys temporarily so they can talk you into buying. Always, always buy on the last day of the month and late in the day. You may save a couple of bucks with their financing but not much. Don’t get the longer term warranty unless it is about 5% or the total car cost and can offer another 3 years or 50000 miles. <br /><br />Me: Thanks Jim this is good information. I also sent this to Mike and he said it helps to be Ukranian (funny). He also had some good suggestions but they do a lot of research and I am such an impulse buyer. I pick haircuts based on what the lady whose cutting my hair has. At this point i am having trouble separating myself from my money now that i have it, and my current car is better than just a good car if i want practical (it gets 26-28 mpg) so i think i CAN walk away. Car dealers sound a lot like insurance agents. <br /><br />Laura: Bullshit, get a MANUAL, how about Hummer? That'll keep ya safe! <br /><br />ME: Well yeah if i want 12 mpg ... the amount of money i got from the house just barely fills my mattress so its not THAT much. ..and if i get another manual car then i can keep my bmw and mom will kill me. i want a new car for my image not because i need one...and a hummer probably isn't safe. I bet it rolls easy. <br /><br />Laura: A HUMMER won't roll. And it could be bullet proof which would be a good feature in YOUR neighborhood! What kind of image does a mini-cooper give you? <br /><br />Me: British cool i hope, i was going for hot but i suspect more like middle aged woman midlife crisis since i've been surveying my friends and thats what 50% of them have (well i asked 4 people and really only 2 of them are friends). I am trying to lose the soccer mom look anyway. The good thing about where I live is that there is a retired EMT two doors down and my landlord is a fireman. <br /><br />Laura: you know i'm just teasing you, get what you like, you deserve it. British cool sounds about right. My friend Connie has one, she loves it. She's partial to BMWs because the dealer washes it for free whenever she likes. She's in some BMW club too. <br /><br />ME: I could tell..... actually what i think would be safe others would characterize as aggressive.. i'd want a snowplow on the front (to clip anybody who got to close and to ensure people would yield the right of way ALWAYS) and some of those James Bond spikes on my hub caps that NEVER retract.<br /><br />AS IT TURNED OUT I AM NOT GOING TO GET A NEW CAR (changed my mind..don't want to<br />part with the money).Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957439866764235491noreply@blogger.com3