<?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-7007397</id><updated>2024-10-24T10:29:38.231-07:00</updated><category term="kids"/><category term="life"/><category term="play"/><category term="arizona"/><category term="christmas"/><category term="school"/><category term="children"/><category term="daughter"/><category term="games"/><category term="money"/><category term="snow"/><category term="God"/><category term="Phoenix"/><category term="bonding"/><category term="cat"/><category term="cold"/><category term="family"/><category term="free"/><category term="game"/><category 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term="water fight"/><category term="weird"/><category term="winter"/><category term="words"/><category term="writing"/><title type='text'>Me, Daddy</title><subtitle type='html'>These are the trials and tribulations of a regular guy who bacame his children&#39;s Dad.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>The Patriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554538290854927459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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term="health"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="old"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wii"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wii Fit"/><title type='text'>Fit Bit and the Wii Fit</title><summary type="text">For Christmas, I got a Fit Bit Surge. I had mentioned something to my wife about it while I was working at Macy&#39;s as a seasonal picker. I did a lot of walking during the ten hour sifts and mentioned that it would have been cool to know exactly how far I walked each night.

By the time Christmas rolled around, I was informed that my services as a seasonal employee was no longer needed. So, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4913588319622788254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7007397/4913588319622788254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/4913588319622788254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/4913588319622788254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/2019/01/fit-bit-and-wii-fit.html' title='Fit Bit and the Wii Fit'/><author><name>The Patriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554538290854927459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizaBI79c3dREUjpkKSIOj3obOm-Z6QXJeAv4MAqU8f3kOoy0rwd7HYF2z6NtvtkWpzTd-AnL1mjGSfMXCSBjfV0Z8x9cYGunnj4g2eNCT6bSNxbFNEip-EwpxEVhHRE8k/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007397.post-4955074517533768683</id><published>2018-12-11T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2018-12-11T01:06:43.529-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bird"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christmas"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pathetic"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sad"/><title type='text'>All About a Bird</title><summary type="text">So here it is. My sad story for &quot;the happiest time of year&quot;. It all started a number of years ago when I quit my profession to become a stay at home dad to my kids.

Fast forward ten years. Because we were a one income family, we have found ourselves in a financial crisis at a time when when we should be celebrating the birth of best person who has ever walked the Earth.

But here I was, a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4955074517533768683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7007397/4955074517533768683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/4955074517533768683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/4955074517533768683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/2018/12/all-about-bird.html' title='All About a Bird'/><author><name>The Patriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554538290854927459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizaBI79c3dREUjpkKSIOj3obOm-Z6QXJeAv4MAqU8f3kOoy0rwd7HYF2z6NtvtkWpzTd-AnL1mjGSfMXCSBjfV0Z8x9cYGunnj4g2eNCT6bSNxbFNEip-EwpxEVhHRE8k/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007397.post-4377340062302265311</id><published>2018-09-23T20:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2018-09-23T20:16:46.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football Follies, Band Bonanza</title><summary type="text">Friday night, under the bright lights, my youngest daughter, her older sister and oldest brother performed with their respective bands at the high school football game. 

I am really proud of each of them for playing an instrument and performing in front of a big crowd. My youngest son also plays an instrument (violin) with the string orchestra but they only perform two concerts during the school</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4377340062302265311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7007397/4377340062302265311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/4377340062302265311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/4377340062302265311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/2018/09/football-follies-band-bonanza.html' title='Football Follies, Band Bonanza'/><author><name>The Patriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554538290854927459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizaBI79c3dREUjpkKSIOj3obOm-Z6QXJeAv4MAqU8f3kOoy0rwd7HYF2z6NtvtkWpzTd-AnL1mjGSfMXCSBjfV0Z8x9cYGunnj4g2eNCT6bSNxbFNEip-EwpxEVhHRE8k/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007397.post-8461644172804942003</id><published>2016-09-19T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2018-09-23T20:13:05.424-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="braces"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="expensive"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kids"/><title type='text'>Braceface</title><summary type="text">It is only one more month until my oldest son, Zachary,
finally gets his braces off. He can hardly wait. It has been a long 18 months
but in the end, it will be well worth the small fortune we paid. 



My youngest son, Jeffrey, had braces a while back to correct
severe bite issues and has been out of them for over a year. Now, he will begin
his ‘second phase’, as the orthodontist calls it, for a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/8461644172804942003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7007397/8461644172804942003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/8461644172804942003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/8461644172804942003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/2016/09/braceface.html' title='Braceface'/><author><name>The Patriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554538290854927459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizaBI79c3dREUjpkKSIOj3obOm-Z6QXJeAv4MAqU8f3kOoy0rwd7HYF2z6NtvtkWpzTd-AnL1mjGSfMXCSBjfV0Z8x9cYGunnj4g2eNCT6bSNxbFNEip-EwpxEVhHRE8k/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007397.post-5411353780151937583</id><published>2016-09-10T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2018-09-23T20:14:44.302-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dust"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="DVD"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="DVDs"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kids"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movies"/><title type='text'>The Case of the Dusty DVDs</title><summary type="text">I am definitely no Sherlock Holms or Jessica Fletcher (for
those of you in Rio Linda, she is the main character in a TV show from the 80s
called ‘Murder, She Wrote’) so this mystery has got me.



This thing crept up upon us silently while our attention was
elsewhere. The DVDs were sitting on the shelf in plain sight for some time when
they decided to hide inside some boxes, occasionally showing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/5411353780151937583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7007397/5411353780151937583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/5411353780151937583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/5411353780151937583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/2016/09/the-case-of-dusty-dvds.html' title='The Case of the Dusty DVDs'/><author><name>The Patriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554538290854927459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizaBI79c3dREUjpkKSIOj3obOm-Z6QXJeAv4MAqU8f3kOoy0rwd7HYF2z6NtvtkWpzTd-AnL1mjGSfMXCSBjfV0Z8x9cYGunnj4g2eNCT6bSNxbFNEip-EwpxEVhHRE8k/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007397.post-1559091548998381345</id><published>2016-07-24T11:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2016-07-24T11:22:58.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lessons from a Thirty Year Old Movie</title><summary type="text">

“Life
moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a
while, you could miss it.” 





No,
that isn’t something that I came up with, I am not that smart. Nor
is it something that the person who said it came up with. It was
written by director John Hughes for the movie Ferris Bueller’s Day
Off that came out in 1986. It was an instant hit. I loved it back
then also and I still do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1559091548998381345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7007397/1559091548998381345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/1559091548998381345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/1559091548998381345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/2016/07/life-lessons-from-thirty-year-old-movie.html' title='Life Lessons from a Thirty Year Old Movie'/><author><name>The Patriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554538290854927459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizaBI79c3dREUjpkKSIOj3obOm-Z6QXJeAv4MAqU8f3kOoy0rwd7HYF2z6NtvtkWpzTd-AnL1mjGSfMXCSBjfV0Z8x9cYGunnj4g2eNCT6bSNxbFNEip-EwpxEVhHRE8k/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007397.post-8368227708854216530</id><published>2016-06-18T16:38:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2016-06-18T16:39:39.567-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bastard"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cat"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lizard"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pet"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="walk. human"/><title type='text'>From the Diary Luna, Pet Dog Extraordinaire</title><summary type="text">June 11, 2016Saturday

7:32 am 
My human finally got ready to take me on my morning walk. I had been telling him to get his butt in gear for fifteen minutes. He is always looking his phone. What could possibly be on that thing more important than me?

7:35 am
My human puts the leash on and I try and run out the door hoping that he will accidently let go and I can run free. Disappointment. He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/8368227708854216530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7007397/8368227708854216530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/8368227708854216530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/8368227708854216530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/2016/06/from-diary-luna-pet-dog-extraordinaire.html' title='From the Diary Luna, Pet Dog Extraordinaire'/><author><name>The Patriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554538290854927459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizaBI79c3dREUjpkKSIOj3obOm-Z6QXJeAv4MAqU8f3kOoy0rwd7HYF2z6NtvtkWpzTd-AnL1mjGSfMXCSBjfV0Z8x9cYGunnj4g2eNCT6bSNxbFNEip-EwpxEVhHRE8k/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007397.post-3328626868091939179</id><published>2016-05-28T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-05-28T10:21:29.682-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="arizona"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bark"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scorpion"/><title type='text'>There&amp;#39;s a Scorpion in My Boot!</title><summary type="text">
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My oldest son, only 13, started growing facial hair last year and other people at school were noticing, not in a bad way, just making observations. Somewhere between then and now, he formulated a plan for his appearance next year in 8th grade. Aside from wanting a huge afro hair style (he got the idea from watching the scene from Fletch where Chevy Chase is dreaming he is playing basketball for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/406838077354211368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7007397/406838077354211368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/406838077354211368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/406838077354211368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/2015/03/the-bearded-boy.html' title='The Bearded Boy'/><author><name>The Patriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554538290854927459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizaBI79c3dREUjpkKSIOj3obOm-Z6QXJeAv4MAqU8f3kOoy0rwd7HYF2z6NtvtkWpzTd-AnL1mjGSfMXCSBjfV0Z8x9cYGunnj4g2eNCT6bSNxbFNEip-EwpxEVhHRE8k/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007397.post-5385184754511138107</id><published>2015-01-15T08:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2015-01-15T08:27:15.245-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chronodex"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="organization"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="organize"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="plan"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="planner"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spiraldex"/><title type='text'>Switching to a Paper Planner</title><summary type="text">No one could say that I am an organized person. Not even close. That is not to say that I don&#39;t have my moments or display some organization skills, but for the most part, I keep my head above water at best. During my college years, I really didn&#39;t do any planning. I did write down some notes and when a test was or a project was due, but not much farther than that.
Over the years I have tried a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/5385184754511138107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7007397/5385184754511138107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/5385184754511138107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/5385184754511138107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/2015/01/switching-to-paper-planner.html' title='Switching to a Paper Planner'/><author><name>The Patriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554538290854927459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizaBI79c3dREUjpkKSIOj3obOm-Z6QXJeAv4MAqU8f3kOoy0rwd7HYF2z6NtvtkWpzTd-AnL1mjGSfMXCSBjfV0Z8x9cYGunnj4g2eNCT6bSNxbFNEip-EwpxEVhHRE8k/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007397.post-1269737586642587487</id><published>2014-10-02T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-10-02T22:18:43.921-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bible"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="daughter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="girl"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lord&#39;s prayer frightened"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prayer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="storm"/><title type='text'>Girl vs. Storm  </title><summary type="text">A scared little girl defeated a powerful thunderstorm today using the best weapon of all...prayer.All day, the news talked about strong storms that were moving through the area with high winds and flooding predicted. I was keeping an eye on them using a weather application on my smart phone. The storms came all right. First to the east of us, then to the west but mostly avoiding the area where we</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1269737586642587487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7007397/1269737586642587487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/1269737586642587487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/1269737586642587487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/2014/10/girl-vs-storm.html' title='Girl vs. Storm  '/><author><name>The Patriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554538290854927459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizaBI79c3dREUjpkKSIOj3obOm-Z6QXJeAv4MAqU8f3kOoy0rwd7HYF2z6NtvtkWpzTd-AnL1mjGSfMXCSBjfV0Z8x9cYGunnj4g2eNCT6bSNxbFNEip-EwpxEVhHRE8k/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007397.post-8083503714743461195</id><published>2014-06-29T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-05-28T10:44:14.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleanup on Isle Six </title><summary type="text">&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;
 
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It is pretty similar to Monopoly but in space, specifically, our solar system. Instead of hotels and property to buy, you purchase planets and moons and fuel stations. Finally, we were able to sit at the table and engage in a contest that would test our mettle, our cunning, our concentration, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/8898078369241164261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7007397/8898078369241164261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/8898078369241164261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/8898078369241164261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/2014/02/games-arent-just-for-fun.html' title='Games Aren’t Just for Fun'/><author><name>The Patriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554538290854927459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizaBI79c3dREUjpkKSIOj3obOm-Z6QXJeAv4MAqU8f3kOoy0rwd7HYF2z6NtvtkWpzTd-AnL1mjGSfMXCSBjfV0Z8x9cYGunnj4g2eNCT6bSNxbFNEip-EwpxEVhHRE8k/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007397.post-2569219882949309492</id><published>2014-02-07T09:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2016-09-20T09:03:32.020-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="education"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fair"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kids"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="science"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teachers"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teaching"/><title type='text'> The Great Science Fair of 2014  </title><summary type="text">Last night was the year’s most anticipated event, the science fair. If the kids that were forced to participate in this grand event were anything like me, it was something they would both fear and loathe. The fear came from the fact that the project that each student would be required to do, would be a large part of their science class grade. The loathing came from the fact that it would require </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/2569219882949309492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7007397/2569219882949309492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/2569219882949309492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/2569219882949309492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/2014/02/the-great-science-fair-of-2014.html' title=' The Great Science Fair of 2014  '/><author><name>The Patriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554538290854927459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizaBI79c3dREUjpkKSIOj3obOm-Z6QXJeAv4MAqU8f3kOoy0rwd7HYF2z6NtvtkWpzTd-AnL1mjGSfMXCSBjfV0Z8x9cYGunnj4g2eNCT6bSNxbFNEip-EwpxEVhHRE8k/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007397.post-3604189534341071579</id><published>2013-09-06T09:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-09-06T09:54:11.449-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lesson"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><title type='text'>Note to Self</title><summary type="text">Yesterday, my wife did a double shift at the care center so she didn&#39;t get home until 11:30 pm. By then, the kids were in bed and, from their snoring, sleeping soundly. I was on my way to enjoying a potentially good dream when she came in the door. After working a double shift, she wasn&#39;t in the mood for chit chat and went straight to bed. I lingered downstairs for a bit longer before deciding I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/3604189534341071579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7007397/3604189534341071579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/3604189534341071579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/3604189534341071579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/2013/09/note-to-self.html' title='Note to Self'/><author><name>The Patriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554538290854927459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizaBI79c3dREUjpkKSIOj3obOm-Z6QXJeAv4MAqU8f3kOoy0rwd7HYF2z6NtvtkWpzTd-AnL1mjGSfMXCSBjfV0Z8x9cYGunnj4g2eNCT6bSNxbFNEip-EwpxEVhHRE8k/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007397.post-4682300358387185512</id><published>2013-06-16T09:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-06-16T09:59:48.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Family Adventure</title><summary type="text">Yesterday, my family and I embarked on our first long trip in almost a year. As usual, we didn&#39;t leave at the time that my wife and I was shooting for. Instead we were an hour behind our planned schedule. Come to think of it, I don&#39;t think we have ever left at our &quot;scheduled&quot; time. Does any family trip ever leave at the scheduled time?

With a two and a half-hour drive time, the kids did pretty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4682300358387185512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7007397/4682300358387185512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/4682300358387185512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/4682300358387185512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/2013/06/a-family-adventure.html' title='A Family Adventure'/><author><name>The Patriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554538290854927459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizaBI79c3dREUjpkKSIOj3obOm-Z6QXJeAv4MAqU8f3kOoy0rwd7HYF2z6NtvtkWpzTd-AnL1mjGSfMXCSBjfV0Z8x9cYGunnj4g2eNCT6bSNxbFNEip-EwpxEVhHRE8k/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007397.post-7683879232177686845</id><published>2013-06-03T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-06-03T17:14:21.633-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bat"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bats"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heat"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kids"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Phoenix"/><title type='text'>Night of the Bats</title><summary type="text">
Living just outside Phoenix in the Valley of the Sun has a lot of advantages. But it has one big and distinct disadvantage. Very hot summers. I am talking like living on the surface of the sun hot. At this time of year, with the kids out of school, it is difficult to find things for them to do during the day since they really can&#39;t go out side to play. So, outside activity has to be done in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/7683879232177686845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7007397/7683879232177686845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/7683879232177686845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/7683879232177686845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/2013/06/night-of-bats.html' title='Night of the Bats'/><author><name>The Patriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554538290854927459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizaBI79c3dREUjpkKSIOj3obOm-Z6QXJeAv4MAqU8f3kOoy0rwd7HYF2z6NtvtkWpzTd-AnL1mjGSfMXCSBjfV0Z8x9cYGunnj4g2eNCT6bSNxbFNEip-EwpxEVhHRE8k/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007397.post-84373561865269176</id><published>2013-05-28T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-28T16:36:27.463-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="computer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kids"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="old"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video"/><title type='text'>Back From the Grave</title><summary type="text">So, I have a this old ruby red iMac computer that has been sitting for a few years because it would no longer boot up. The other day, I was looking through a box of old software and found a Norton Utilities CD I forgot I had. I quickly took it along with  my external CD drive and dug out my old iMac.

I fired it up and booted off the Norton CD and ran the disk repair tool. Lo and behold, it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/84373561865269176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7007397/84373561865269176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/84373561865269176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/84373561865269176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/2013/05/back-from-grave.html' title='Back From the Grave'/><author><name>The Patriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554538290854927459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizaBI79c3dREUjpkKSIOj3obOm-Z6QXJeAv4MAqU8f3kOoy0rwd7HYF2z6NtvtkWpzTd-AnL1mjGSfMXCSBjfV0Z8x9cYGunnj4g2eNCT6bSNxbFNEip-EwpxEVhHRE8k/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007397.post-7667595611003808884</id><published>2013-05-06T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-06T14:56:49.140-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heat"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kids"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="park"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="play"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="summer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="timer"/><title type='text'>Nature&#39;s Timer</title><summary type="text">





My kids love to go to the park, but they hate when I tell them it’s time to go home. They always say that we haven&#39;t been at the park long enough and protest the whole way back to the van. I feel bad for one, because they really love to play, two, because sometimes they are right, especially in the summer when it is hot out, especially where we live. Sometimes I do ask them if they want to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/7667595611003808884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7007397/7667595611003808884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/7667595611003808884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/7667595611003808884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/2013/05/natures-timer.html' title='Nature&#39;s Timer'/><author><name>The Patriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554538290854927459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizaBI79c3dREUjpkKSIOj3obOm-Z6QXJeAv4MAqU8f3kOoy0rwd7HYF2z6NtvtkWpzTd-AnL1mjGSfMXCSBjfV0Z8x9cYGunnj4g2eNCT6bSNxbFNEip-EwpxEVhHRE8k/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007397.post-2794437268594758120</id><published>2013-04-19T11:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2016-05-28T10:48:10.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Spidy Sense Wasn&#39;t Working</title><summary type="text">

Just to set the record straight before I proceed with my
story, I don&#39;t hate spiders. I am not prejudicial against them. I like to watch
nature documentaries on them; I watch fictional portrayals of them in such
movies as Arachnophobia, Eight Legged Freaks, and Ice Spiders. They serve a
useful and necessary role in nature. But when they invade my space, or threaten
me or my family&#39;s safety, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/2794437268594758120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7007397/2794437268594758120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/2794437268594758120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/2794437268594758120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/2013/04/my-spidy-sense-wasnt-working-just-to.html' title='My Spidy Sense Wasn&#39;t Working'/><author><name>The Patriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554538290854927459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizaBI79c3dREUjpkKSIOj3obOm-Z6QXJeAv4MAqU8f3kOoy0rwd7HYF2z6NtvtkWpzTd-AnL1mjGSfMXCSBjfV0Z8x9cYGunnj4g2eNCT6bSNxbFNEip-EwpxEVhHRE8k/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007397.post-414276260286406264</id><published>2012-09-17T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-17T09:34:07.065-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bug"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bugs"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="guests"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kids"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lunch"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="unwanted"/><title type='text'>Unwelcome Lunch Guests  </title><summary type="text">Our lunch time today started well enough. I handed out the kids plates, filled with food appropriate for kids at this noontime meal. But as a change, to be healthier, I decided not to hand out chips. Instead, I substituted them with crackers. The choice was regular plain salteens or fish crackers. Only they were not fish crackers, they were Chickadees from the dollar store. They weren’t bad as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/414276260286406264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7007397/414276260286406264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/414276260286406264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/414276260286406264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/2012/09/unwelcome-lunch-guests.html' title='Unwelcome Lunch Guests  '/><author><name>The Patriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554538290854927459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizaBI79c3dREUjpkKSIOj3obOm-Z6QXJeAv4MAqU8f3kOoy0rwd7HYF2z6NtvtkWpzTd-AnL1mjGSfMXCSBjfV0Z8x9cYGunnj4g2eNCT6bSNxbFNEip-EwpxEVhHRE8k/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Buckeye, AZ 85326, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>33.3703197 -112.5837766</georss:point><georss:box>33.158148200000007 -112.89963359999999 33.5824912 -112.2679196</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007397.post-2918766067987460962</id><published>2012-09-07T13:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-07T13:59:55.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intruder Alert! Intruder Alert!  </title><summary type="text">After cleaning sweeping the kitchen, dining room and living room, and doing various other usual cleaning activities that a stay-at-home dad does while his kids are at school, I decided to take a little break and read some more on my Kindle. My cat was at the sliding glass door keeping watch over things in the back yard. When he is not sleeping, that is his usual station. He discovered shortly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/2918766067987460962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7007397/2918766067987460962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/2918766067987460962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/2918766067987460962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/2012/09/intruder-alert-intruder-alert.html' title='Intruder Alert! Intruder Alert!  '/><author><name>The Patriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554538290854927459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizaBI79c3dREUjpkKSIOj3obOm-Z6QXJeAv4MAqU8f3kOoy0rwd7HYF2z6NtvtkWpzTd-AnL1mjGSfMXCSBjfV0Z8x9cYGunnj4g2eNCT6bSNxbFNEip-EwpxEVhHRE8k/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007397.post-7471071489655911684</id><published>2012-09-05T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-05T15:03:34.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money Well Spent  </title><summary type="text">Today was not the typical day for us. At least not the morning portion.

Normally, in the morning on a school day, I first walk with my 16 yr old step-daughter most of the way to her bus stop. I know that she not too thrilled with this arrangement, but for my piece of mind, it can&#39;t be helped. The thought of her walking all that way at a quarter to six in the morning by her self kept me up at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/7471071489655911684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7007397/7471071489655911684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/7471071489655911684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/7471071489655911684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/2012/09/money-well-spent_5.html' title='Money Well Spent  '/><author><name>The Patriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554538290854927459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizaBI79c3dREUjpkKSIOj3obOm-Z6QXJeAv4MAqU8f3kOoy0rwd7HYF2z6NtvtkWpzTd-AnL1mjGSfMXCSBjfV0Z8x9cYGunnj4g2eNCT6bSNxbFNEip-EwpxEVhHRE8k/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007397.post-476900731800133868</id><published>2012-09-02T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-02T11:57:12.284-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chores"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="free"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kids"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rewards"/><title type='text'>Chore-ific!</title><summary type="text">I finally found out how to get my kids interested in doing their chores. When they get up in the morning, they start right in on their morning chores, and before bed, they are eager to check off all they had done during the day.

No, it is not some magic potion that I use on my kids. Nor is it a whip or paddle. It is a very simple to use online software program called myjobchart.com. Best of all,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/476900731800133868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7007397/476900731800133868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/476900731800133868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/476900731800133868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/2012/09/chore-ific.html' title='Chore-ific!'/><author><name>The Patriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554538290854927459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizaBI79c3dREUjpkKSIOj3obOm-Z6QXJeAv4MAqU8f3kOoy0rwd7HYF2z6NtvtkWpzTd-AnL1mjGSfMXCSBjfV0Z8x9cYGunnj4g2eNCT6bSNxbFNEip-EwpxEVhHRE8k/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007397.post-4992145693434708296</id><published>2012-09-01T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-01T22:57:41.791-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="free"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="haircut"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="JCPenny"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kids"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="money"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="saving"/><title type='text'>There is no Such Thing as a Free Lunch...</title><summary type="text">

…but there is such a thing as a free haircut.

At the beginning of August, my wife saw an advertisement on TV about JCPenny giving free haircut to kids in 6th grade or lower throughout the month of August. I must say that I was skeptical. There are tons of kids out there that fall into that category and I am sure most of them usually get haircuts at the beginning of school at their parent’s </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4992145693434708296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7007397/4992145693434708296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/4992145693434708296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007397/posts/default/4992145693434708296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medaddy.blogspot.com/2012/09/there-is-no-such-thing-as-free-lunch.html' title='There is no Such Thing as a Free Lunch...'/><author><name>The Patriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11554538290854927459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizaBI79c3dREUjpkKSIOj3obOm-Z6QXJeAv4MAqU8f3kOoy0rwd7HYF2z6NtvtkWpzTd-AnL1mjGSfMXCSBjfV0Z8x9cYGunnj4g2eNCT6bSNxbFNEip-EwpxEVhHRE8k/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>549-599 E Monroe Ave, Buckeye, AZ 85326, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>33.3703197 -112.5837766</georss:point><georss:box>32.9459947 -113.2154906 33.794644700000006 -111.95206259999999</georss:box></entry></feed>