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on things I Find Interesting.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-view-withalaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-view-withalaugh.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731245184894109021/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>JAWhite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527140425501814055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="16" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PEaqFzEXJBM/StW9B_X-boI/AAAAAAAAARk/1UKL9hPy0LM/S220/800px-Earthlights_nasa+wikimedia+commons.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/MyViewWithALaugh" /><feedburner:info uri="myviewwithalaugh" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08HRHs4fyp7ImA9WhZRE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731245184894109021.post-1988057343849300038</id><published>2011-04-09T17:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T17:57:15.537+10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-09T17:57:15.537+10:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Househusband" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wife" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sexy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fun" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Photos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kids" /><title>Size 8....</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-view-withalaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1988057343849300038/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://my-view-withalaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/size-8.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731245184894109021/posts/default/1988057343849300038?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731245184894109021/posts/default/1988057343849300038?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyViewWithALaugh/~3/Fp13Ji6uSAA/size-8.html" title="Size 8...." /><author><name>JAWhite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06527140425501814055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="16" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PEaqFzEXJBM/StW9B_X-boI/AAAAAAAAARk/1UKL9hPy0LM/S220/800px-Earthlights_nasa+wikimedia+commons.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EJB-BwfNtcw/TZ2vRcav0EI/AAAAAAAAAm0/452FQfpTYl4/s72-c/Friends+at+Lakemba.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">While vacuuming the lounge room, regretting the comment I’d made about her having been a size 8 when we married, I starting looking at the photos we have around the place. I use an upright Hoover vacuum, beats as it cleans the carpet but more importantly, it has a rubber bumper, you can push the thing around without really looking at what you’re doing. 
The photos on the walls are mostly of the &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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The funeral I attended yesterday was for an elderly gentleman who was well known in the local community. He had spent the later years of his life, his retirement years, involved with activities in and around the district. He did some charity work and volunteering, things like making tea at the &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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I wasn’t too late to still be in bed, after all its Sunday I thought, as I lay contemplating the things I could do that day. It didn’t occurred to me to think about those things I knew I &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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One tries to do the best one can, the right thing and such. The only reward we seek is a smile and a thank you, but sometimes we wonder, is it worth it? Are we truly doing what’s right? We don’t often ask ourselves if our actions will be appreciated, we do it because it makes us feel good, we make a contribution to society, family or friends, and swell with pride at being a “good” person. &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Apostrophes seem to find the most unusual places to hide within words. Like their friends the comma and women, apostrophes like to preserve their mystique. For this trait alone I think of them as feminine despite their appearance, meaning the punctuation marks. From one paragraph to the next I’m not sure where they’ll stand on any given subject, noun, pronoun or even abbreviation. 
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The lizard crawling across my lounge room floor today reminded me of something that happened some years ago. Before I tell the story, let me explain the lizard on the lounge room floor. My wife and I like having a furry friend living with us, we’ve had woofers as well as those who meow. Overall we prefer the cat, although there are times...
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Watching the opening ceremonies of the Vancouver Winter Olympics was interesting and entertaining, as a matter of fact I’m still watching the local commentators summarise as I write this. I’ve only been to Canada twice but have met many Canadians and without exception have found them all to be wonderful people. One married couple did threaten to crucify me once, I met them in a King Cross &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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When I was a kid, I didn’t have all the “toys” they have today, I know, you don't give a crap, but anyway.... Even now I don’t have all the toys men my age have. I was watching... no point in denial, Ellen. She was in the process of giving away a new GMC SUV. For those not acronymicaly inclined, General Motors Company, Sport Utility Vehicle. This “Toy” had something I would have loved having &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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American football bowl time. This year the Super Bowl is forty four years old. I’ve not seen all of those games myself but was old enough to remember &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Vanity is no stranger, thinking of myself as the “Boss”, the king cheese, the leader, I’ve always been at the top of my popularity poll. I once managed a company for the owners who lived overseas. They visited about &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Foxtel... what can I say. How I ever overlooked this little gem of a show I’ll never know. Normally organised and knowing what’s there to watch or not, I must have had a tear in my eye from the usual drama and documentaries I see. Anyway, I missed this show in the schedule but found it while looking for a Romance Historical Drama for the wife watch.

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I’m so used to it, I don’t mind at all. Not sure I ever did actually, being a part of the environment, blending in and taken for granted, all leave me feeling comfortable. It’s as though I’m just like a natural rock formation, not one that gets a second look, but one you overlook.
When younger, seeking attention was part of establishing my presence I guess, but as I got older it was no longer &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Here it is 3:30 in the afternoon, December the 24th 2009. Why am I sitting here writing yet another story for a blog? It can only be that I feel an obligation to my reader. Mom and Dad are away from home tonight so I know that only leaves you and me my friend. I hope you know how much every word here means to me.

My feet are aching something terrible, it was left up to me to go to the Mall, one&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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I would never have expected to visit a shopping center at this time of the year. For me shopping has always been Gods punishment for those who couldn’t organize others to do the dirty work. I really don’t know why I feel this way about something most people seem to enjoy, perhaps some childhood trauma. Six-year-old boy found in toy store after closing, mother says, “I thought his Dad had him”. &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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People sometimes happen to look at this web page without having had the intention of doing so. Usually they arrive after choosing from Google suggestions, in answer to a question posed for reasons we only have hints of. I’ve seen searches that reach this page, as vague and distantly related as “car rental in San Antonio”. I once wrote a short piece on San Antonio, I was born there, but that was&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Off and on over the last month I’ve been reading the blog written by Jessica Watson, she’s the 16 year old Brisbane Australia girl sailing solo around the world. I’m interested in what she has to say about each day as it passes. Apart from the islands she sails by as she moves forward, how much is there to see? Even the islands can only be described from a distance since she’s doing the trip &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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