<?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-5367944400504494387</id><updated>2024-10-06T20:34:15.611-07:00</updated><category term="Meet my Companion"/><title type='text'>Enough With It</title><subtitle type='html'>Discussions on everything under the sun decorating, cooking, books I&#39;ve read, and my pets.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367944400504494387/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18421928919601722343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367944400504494387.post-7233034611802417774</id><published>2012-10-10T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-10T10:08:50.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review: The Earl and his Tiger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;
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The Earl of Stanton buys a tiger to ride up behind him on his phaeton and discover the tiger is a female who he seduces. &amp;nbsp;Later in the story he finds out the tiger is the Lady Jane de Montfort. &amp;nbsp;Concept is a little bit old Georgette Heyer did a rendition of this same theme in Shades of Gray.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;
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Story line was okay the plot is simple with very little side plot development. &amp;nbsp;I thinks that must be the hardest thing for authors is the side plot development but it adds so much to a story. &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s like multi-tasking but in a book. &amp;nbsp;The side plot is something you can develop to add to the background of the characters. &amp;nbsp;In this one the author could of done flashbacks to the step mother and her lovers reasons behind their treatment of the heroine. &amp;nbsp;Another side story on the dead brother who shows up in the last chapters of the book with a one paragraph explanation of where he came from. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Heroines, they should come in a variety of personalities but the best ones are strong, humorous, and have a variety of shapes and sizes. &amp;nbsp;Women who can hold there own in any situation. &amp;nbsp;These women do not need to be ninjas like Lara Croft but they should not be doormats either. &amp;nbsp;The heroine in this story was to much of a doormat for me.&lt;/div&gt;
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Romance novels can be so fascinating at time. They sweep you into intense love scenes. &amp;nbsp;Take you away for reality for short time in your day. At &amp;nbsp;lease that is what they do for me. &amp;nbsp;This is not one of those romances. &lt;br /&gt;
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In this romance a mother decides to place an add in the news paper for someone to romance her son to make sure he can physically seduce a female. &amp;nbsp;A female is found to participate in the seduction and proceeds to romance the son and of course the son falls in love with the female. Different concept which is good but the execution fall a tad be short. &lt;br /&gt;
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As plots go this one if very simple just straight seduction of the son then back to London the heroine goes to continue her life. &amp;nbsp; Simple plots are okay but it would of been a better reading experience if the author had added&amp;nbsp;a side plot or two. &amp;nbsp;That would of helped with character development a bit more. &amp;nbsp;In the book she talks about the heroine&#39;s time on the stage and her life as a mistress. &amp;nbsp;If she had developed that area more and also develop why the son need to be seduced in the first place it would been a better read. &amp;nbsp;This is not a book I would recommend.&lt;br /&gt;
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Greg Evarts a former black ops veteran forms a freindship with a person who is a member of the Shut Mouth Society when the friend Abraham Douglas is murdered over a document. &amp;nbsp;The chase and investigation begin to reveal the reason behind the murder. &amp;nbsp;During the investigation he is assisted by a female Professor Baldwin. &amp;nbsp;Baldwin&#39;s parents were members of the Shut month Society and protecting information about former president Abraham Lincoln. &amp;nbsp;For Professor Baldwin this is a walk through time learning more about her favorite subject and realizing what her parents were involved in during their lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;
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I enjoyed the book the pace of the story was good it didn&#39;t drag, &amp;nbsp;The information about Abraham Lincoln was interesting and unknown to me. &amp;nbsp;I think the characters could of been worked on a bit. Professor Baldwin was one sided you didn&#39;t learn till the end that an ex-boyfriend had taken her on a drug raid or taught her to fire a gun. &amp;nbsp;I couldn&#39;t get a mental picture of her looks or style. The sub-plot related to rock robberies could of been developed more this plot only received a line or two every now and then. But overall it was a book I would enjoy reading again.&lt;/div&gt;
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I recently bought &amp;nbsp;a book for my kindle now that I have come out of the dark ages and have learned the ease of the fantastic invention, &amp;nbsp;the book Rules of engagement by Stephanie Lauren. I enjoy her book tremendously and I have notice she has start grouping her books with less well know writers and with some other well known authors. &amp;nbsp;I enjoyed the ones I have read until I came across the one listed above. &amp;nbsp;Most of you have probably notice amazon has books out there by authors which are 100 pages or less. &amp;nbsp;I know the book snob in me is showing but books with less then 100 pages are undeveloped ideas and need more thought and writing to make them a book&lt;br /&gt;
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The book Rules of Engagement has one of Stephanie Lauren&#39;s books from the Rogue&#39;s bundle and two short Ideas the first by Kathryn Seidick&amp;nbsp;&quot;The Wedding Party&quot; and the second by Delilah Marvelle&amp;nbsp;&quot;Unlaced&quot;. &lt;br /&gt;
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The Reasons for Marriage is where Duke of Eversleigh is contemplating getting married to someone to bring about the usual heir to the family name and responsibilities. &amp;nbsp;He goes to visit Jack and Harry Lester to check out their sister and ends in marrying her after some drama. &amp;nbsp;The story is well develop and diverse. &amp;nbsp;The character are notable and developed.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Wedding Party by Kathryn Seidick is about an rich heiress who is suppose to marry a man with a title but no money. &amp;nbsp;The girl wants to know if he loves her and so she asked him and he says of course. &amp;nbsp;That is the story in a nutshell. &amp;nbsp;The family is mention but the characters are not developed. &amp;nbsp;The plot is weak and not diverse. &lt;br /&gt;
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Unlaced by Delilah Marvelle is about a couple who had previous bad marriages and love each other but don&#39;t want to acknowledge it until a ball and fire happen at which point they decide it is time to acknowledge their love and finish a game of chess they started at the beginning of the story. &amp;nbsp;Here again more character development would be nice and a more diverse plot would of been better.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/feeds/1138336378422253584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/2012/05/book-review-rules-of-engagement-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367944400504494387/posts/default/1138336378422253584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367944400504494387/posts/default/1138336378422253584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/2012/05/book-review-rules-of-engagement-by.html' title='Book Review - Rules of Engagement by Stephanie Lauren and others'/><author><name>Ann Furnas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492991034119036527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiELxamHahTFBiY1JbulFmXMamnDcPN3LT8CJHCdB7R12ZCkGY6JBufkbF_2DytH4TQ3ziXGIDKNVfkZCGhb0n0LY93O-YwSd6P-CMbEtBTKr0NONWvyCtiBhvHNR4_JV4/s220/mom[1].jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOQ6T97u36SxUrVuiRfNbOArJ22iFWHYcQLJrFwL3-hC5UyH52k2fQaGNvnBzqWUTNq57d2Bw8YAV3pdrmAUB1cxY9x9IC5Aqpff-egYfIULhSIj6bWQlRZuhilw_bgKo8d8M19eMF-YI/s72-c/SL730112.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367944400504494387.post-4263778711638282159</id><published>2011-11-09T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T09:31:58.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Community Gardens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Every morning I drive down Davis Blvd on my way to work and watch the gardens in this community garden grow.&amp;nbsp; On Wednesday and Saturday mornings the gardeners are out in mass watering the garden, harvesting their crops and weeding.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The heat way during the summer really hit them hard.&amp;nbsp; As I wondered around the area I found a few unexpected Items.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is the rest area for the garden I loved this area, the concept and they are constantly adding on to this area.&amp;nbsp; They also have master gardeners come for lectures and advice on what to plant and how to maintain the gardens.&lt;/div&gt;
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I love the idea of the community garden and especially next to a church. Most churches have extra property for&amp;nbsp;growth and activities.&amp;nbsp; For those churches who do not have immediate growth a community garden would be a great idea.&amp;nbsp; It would give those people in their church and in the area who can&#39;t grow a garden in their back yard due to not having one a way to participate in the garden growing process.&amp;nbsp; I would also be a great way to help support a local food back or church families that need some help.&amp;nbsp; If their corps are plentiful then they could also start selling the produce.&amp;nbsp;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/feeds/4263778711638282159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/2011/11/community-gardens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367944400504494387/posts/default/4263778711638282159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367944400504494387/posts/default/4263778711638282159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/2011/11/community-gardens.html' title='Community Gardens'/><author><name>Ann Furnas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492991034119036527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiELxamHahTFBiY1JbulFmXMamnDcPN3LT8CJHCdB7R12ZCkGY6JBufkbF_2DytH4TQ3ziXGIDKNVfkZCGhb0n0LY93O-YwSd6P-CMbEtBTKr0NONWvyCtiBhvHNR4_JV4/s220/mom[1].jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ltcK3ZZwOVuadDCK4Ww-1pX7wZjAv_WRwia2rZdqV5JAvPzdwaEnVFYlCYtraNp1TAV33GewQpY0HsNXxGcAt6bkI51PD-cGIhQ35j8OB2pl3X1sEV2jFUQtK8bjtI9q4YlxJ3vypFo/s72-c/community+garden.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367944400504494387.post-6145421251393284285</id><published>2011-09-11T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T20:18:10.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Memories of 9/11/2001</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrdpp4uwEv1qgjdqco1_500.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 465px; height: 700px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrdpp4uwEv1qgjdqco1_500.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Source: &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;mediaod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are certain days in our lives that we remember forever every detail, thought, and even the  people around us at the time are imprinted on our brain forever from that day forward.  Such a day was 9/11/2001, I went to work at &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;TXU&lt;/span&gt; that day like I always did I was listening to my favorite radio station and listening to some country music.  I parked the car in downtown Dallas a half a block from work and walked into the building.  They didn&#39;t check badges at the building hadn&#39;t since I started there about 4 months earlier.  Rode the elevator to the fourth floor and went to my desk then someone said the World Trade Center had been hit by a jet. The woman next to me got her radio out from under her desk and turned it on.  That was the end of work in that office.  All day all we did was listen to as many details as we could gather from that radio.  We heard rumours a plane was on its way to Texas to knock down the Chase tower. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked out the windows on our floor and all the &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt; were &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;shutting&lt;/span&gt; down and going home to spend time with their families.  Most of the businesses downtown shut down for the day not &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;TXU&lt;/span&gt; we worked our regular hours.  In the afternoon a call came through from the main office that  we would need a badge to get back in the office the next day.   There were about 4 of us who walked over to the main office to get our badges.  Downtown was a ghost town that afternoon there was no one walking around downtown just us five.  Once we got there we went to the security area but they said we needed a supervisor&#39;s signature.  Back to the our office to get the supervisor who was on the phone with security already.  After he got off the phone we went to the main office again and he went with us this time and everyone got their badge for the next day of work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That evening I went home the road were almost bare I felt like I was driving in holiday traffic and it wasn&#39;t a holiday.  I got home and watched the T.V. to see the visual events of the day.  I was glad to be home with my family and know they were safe and around me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning I was driving into work and I was driving up the road downtown to my parking space and all I could do was look at the sky for a airplane and cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/feeds/6145421251393284285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-memories-of-9112001.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367944400504494387/posts/default/6145421251393284285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367944400504494387/posts/default/6145421251393284285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-memories-of-9112001.html' title='My Memories of 9/11/2001'/><author><name>Ann Furnas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492991034119036527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiELxamHahTFBiY1JbulFmXMamnDcPN3LT8CJHCdB7R12ZCkGY6JBufkbF_2DytH4TQ3ziXGIDKNVfkZCGhb0n0LY93O-YwSd6P-CMbEtBTKr0NONWvyCtiBhvHNR4_JV4/s220/mom[1].jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367944400504494387.post-6972593275067609449</id><published>2011-03-15T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T18:11:04.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fort Worth Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbpigENZCDqE-PJ9fQ3rWN4N-yT_3gywsFHGezRmdSJcjbz5bI0a8GhJUe4O9sIT5Z-TLVvH1kqFsBlg5OGp6YYvhUnM1Jqtm3s6JJZzyWMsFjtcAL1sdEoB22hSjMZNNVlOU70sCtbAY/s1600/SL730068.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584478925338685762&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbpigENZCDqE-PJ9fQ3rWN4N-yT_3gywsFHGezRmdSJcjbz5bI0a8GhJUe4O9sIT5Z-TLVvH1kqFsBlg5OGp6YYvhUnM1Jqtm3s6JJZzyWMsFjtcAL1sdEoB22hSjMZNNVlOU70sCtbAY/s320/SL730068.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the girls were in high school we had a total of 10 foreign exchange students. 4 of them were brought over through a corporation from Japan, Germany, and Columbia. The other 6 came over for 6 weeks through a school based exchange program. The German teacher had contacts in Germany, Czechoslovakia, Hungary and the english speaking schools in those three countrys would alternate sending a class over in November and then they would go back in December. It was a great experience for the entire family. You find out that children are the same the world over and family life is the same all over the world. All the student could speak english at least a little some got to where they could speak it very well. After being here for about a month or two the student found out they were speaking so much in english they couldn&#39;t remember their own language. This could cause the student to stop learning english which is what happen to our columbian student. When he couldn&#39;t understand his mother he stopped learning english. The two students from Japan loved the shopping both of them kept asking for money when ever they wrote or called home. One spent their money on used clothing (she was a Madonna fan) and the other one spent it on perfume. Our favorite student was from Germany and he has kept in touch with us the most over the years. All the students had problems slipping back into their lifestyle back home because they were used to greater freedom so I heard about family arguements once they got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the time they were here they all had the same english teacher who always gave them a list of Local sites to vist in Fort Worth. So I got in the habit of a regular tour I would take the student on throughout the year. This tour include; the Amon Carter Museum of Modern Art, The Kimball Art Museum, The Museum of Science and History, The Aeronautic Museum on the road to Grandview, Texas, Billy Bob&#39;s Honky Tonk, and the Fort Worth Stockyards. Their use to be a craft mall in Dallas and the Galarie in Dallas those were the last two places on my tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed having the students with us the four years the girls were in high school. During the time the students were with us. My ex-husband was called up for Desert Storm he was sent to England and my husband and I got a divorce. Life went on and they were include in the our lives like we were include in theirs. It was a great experience and the girls found out what a brother were like.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/feeds/6972593275067609449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/2011/03/fort-worth-tour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367944400504494387/posts/default/6972593275067609449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367944400504494387/posts/default/6972593275067609449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/2011/03/fort-worth-tour.html' title='The Fort Worth Tour'/><author><name>Ann Furnas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492991034119036527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiELxamHahTFBiY1JbulFmXMamnDcPN3LT8CJHCdB7R12ZCkGY6JBufkbF_2DytH4TQ3ziXGIDKNVfkZCGhb0n0LY93O-YwSd6P-CMbEtBTKr0NONWvyCtiBhvHNR4_JV4/s220/mom[1].jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbpigENZCDqE-PJ9fQ3rWN4N-yT_3gywsFHGezRmdSJcjbz5bI0a8GhJUe4O9sIT5Z-TLVvH1kqFsBlg5OGp6YYvhUnM1Jqtm3s6JJZzyWMsFjtcAL1sdEoB22hSjMZNNVlOU70sCtbAY/s72-c/SL730068.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367944400504494387.post-3731959900673825039</id><published>2011-03-09T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T11:07:43.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is spring to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVhj8CqwizafyF9jLX4LK4nSslx7SWJYxP9g1qJ8L7NYb3p0kDJUM7xvGMtphhOIo501zsaHsCazqNtYL9_6EFKMMR7ndu6GqoVcafqnV6bkOc98Lxq1eS-WnVb712p3V2tJB12M5ldLk/s1600/Redbud-1.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 205px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582150854649183394&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVhj8CqwizafyF9jLX4LK4nSslx7SWJYxP9g1qJ8L7NYb3p0kDJUM7xvGMtphhOIo501zsaHsCazqNtYL9_6EFKMMR7ndu6GqoVcafqnV6bkOc98Lxq1eS-WnVb712p3V2tJB12M5ldLk/s320/Redbud-1.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my favorite time of the year when the redbud starts blooming and the Dogwoods start blooming.  Then I know that spring has come to Texas now I get to wait on the bluebonnets to bloom.   This is a time to forget the ice and snow the slipping and sliding on the ice.   A time to prepare for the longer days, the spring time changes, the spring breaks, and clean the dust out of the house.  A cleansing of the soul time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZO4_klfNIssBCYi6e4HRhHigZd2o2TPg8_gp2vMWRzcmNVNLoC7E0hQaVnpV0UGA7hhAQo0B-eSqJ_O8S2V3JXELciTY_X9Sm39uvg_bplqYblJAVo2DkLxgVcEHiD2DDd_F8q6vSpLM/s1600/dogwood-4.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 252px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582151113039281570&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZO4_klfNIssBCYi6e4HRhHigZd2o2TPg8_gp2vMWRzcmNVNLoC7E0hQaVnpV0UGA7hhAQo0B-eSqJ_O8S2V3JXELciTY_X9Sm39uvg_bplqYblJAVo2DkLxgVcEHiD2DDd_F8q6vSpLM/s320/dogwood-4.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A season of blooms a season of new life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to clean out the cobwebs in our minds and layer the mind with new memories.  A Time to celebrate the new births around us and the new growth coming from the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the times we remember, a picnic, gardening, and playing freezby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is spring to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/feeds/3731959900673825039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-is-spring-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367944400504494387/posts/default/3731959900673825039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367944400504494387/posts/default/3731959900673825039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-is-spring-to-me.html' title='This is spring to me'/><author><name>Ann Furnas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492991034119036527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiELxamHahTFBiY1JbulFmXMamnDcPN3LT8CJHCdB7R12ZCkGY6JBufkbF_2DytH4TQ3ziXGIDKNVfkZCGhb0n0LY93O-YwSd6P-CMbEtBTKr0NONWvyCtiBhvHNR4_JV4/s220/mom[1].jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVhj8CqwizafyF9jLX4LK4nSslx7SWJYxP9g1qJ8L7NYb3p0kDJUM7xvGMtphhOIo501zsaHsCazqNtYL9_6EFKMMR7ndu6GqoVcafqnV6bkOc98Lxq1eS-WnVb712p3V2tJB12M5ldLk/s72-c/Redbud-1.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367944400504494387.post-2199193984711634603</id><published>2011-03-08T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T13:00:00.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeko Sunbathing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxBx1OHEFLFoo79MRCymzVkLPUmSgfeC6V6jUU2NSDZEfmpJ-9IIzs8P-33QWmRdMaJLEJZCjpvGMYeQa-3N2DQu8WtKaE5G-QQNJA83lh-iRxFSyRaXgiYoznk6jzc_SBAO1tBP4ARGY/s1600/Meeko+sunbathing.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581811600821891410&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxBx1OHEFLFoo79MRCymzVkLPUmSgfeC6V6jUU2NSDZEfmpJ-9IIzs8P-33QWmRdMaJLEJZCjpvGMYeQa-3N2DQu8WtKaE5G-QQNJA83lh-iRxFSyRaXgiYoznk6jzc_SBAO1tBP4ARGY/s320/Meeko+sunbathing.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This time of the year is great for Meeko she likes to sit outside and squint at the sun.  She goes out there for hours just to sunbath and enjoy the sights, smells, and sounds of spring.  The only time she moves is when a squirrel tries to come into the yard then she chases after it.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/feeds/2199193984711634603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/2011/03/meeko-sunbathing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367944400504494387/posts/default/2199193984711634603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367944400504494387/posts/default/2199193984711634603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/2011/03/meeko-sunbathing.html' title='Meeko Sunbathing'/><author><name>Ann Furnas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492991034119036527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiELxamHahTFBiY1JbulFmXMamnDcPN3LT8CJHCdB7R12ZCkGY6JBufkbF_2DytH4TQ3ziXGIDKNVfkZCGhb0n0LY93O-YwSd6P-CMbEtBTKr0NONWvyCtiBhvHNR4_JV4/s220/mom[1].jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxBx1OHEFLFoo79MRCymzVkLPUmSgfeC6V6jUU2NSDZEfmpJ-9IIzs8P-33QWmRdMaJLEJZCjpvGMYeQa-3N2DQu8WtKaE5G-QQNJA83lh-iRxFSyRaXgiYoznk6jzc_SBAO1tBP4ARGY/s72-c/Meeko+sunbathing.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367944400504494387.post-6948460988235924011</id><published>2011-02-22T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T16:55:58.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Book of Fate by Brad Meltzer - Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwgxuHvvaeAaaZ_sDQ8ws3jbbJvSJtOYkWcaQSof2xizCsWtHqXc5UKCWJ_ozxh4Bh3s5H8FuQRYrktw-EbomRxUR_XvLI4oNLvcYczXF4XNTBEPoXUHVwgNXdc_bO7x_vzAJEA7tXluQ/s1600/SL730107.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577053286045931090&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwgxuHvvaeAaaZ_sDQ8ws3jbbJvSJtOYkWcaQSof2xizCsWtHqXc5UKCWJ_ozxh4Bh3s5H8FuQRYrktw-EbomRxUR_XvLI4oNLvcYczXF4XNTBEPoXUHVwgNXdc_bO7x_vzAJEA7tXluQ/s320/SL730107.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A young presidential aide thinks he is on top of the world. He allows the president&#39;s best &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; to have a few minutes access to the president on the way to a brief speaking engagement never know once they arrive his world would shatter. He would be disfigure and the best &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; would be dead. Years later young ex-presidential aide is still working for the ex-president and sees the dead &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; in Malaysia on a speaking tour. Now the mystery begins what really happen that day did the events really happen the way he thought they did. With the help of his old &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; Nico, a female report, and another presidential aide who is currently running for a senate seat the Presidential aide Wes Holloway is able to piece together the correct sequence of events and how the big three FBI, Secret Service, and CIA tried to blackmail the &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;government&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book was very enjoyable and for the most part kept me reading to the very end. There were a few places where it drag but for the most part I really enjoyed it. The look into the emotions that a president and his wife go &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; once leaving the White House and the position of such power was eye opening and something I really haven&#39;t ever read about in presidential biographies. But this book makes you aware of some of those emotions. It also made me more aware of why the FBI, Secret Service, and CIA do not &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;necessarily&lt;/span&gt; get along or work together in the book it explains that it is a way of maintaining a system of checks and balances over their kind of information. This is one of those books you can read over and over again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/feeds/6948460988235924011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/2011/02/book-of-fate-by-brad-meltzer-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367944400504494387/posts/default/6948460988235924011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367944400504494387/posts/default/6948460988235924011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/2011/02/book-of-fate-by-brad-meltzer-review.html' title='The Book of Fate by Brad Meltzer - Review'/><author><name>Ann Furnas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492991034119036527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiELxamHahTFBiY1JbulFmXMamnDcPN3LT8CJHCdB7R12ZCkGY6JBufkbF_2DytH4TQ3ziXGIDKNVfkZCGhb0n0LY93O-YwSd6P-CMbEtBTKr0NONWvyCtiBhvHNR4_JV4/s220/mom[1].jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwgxuHvvaeAaaZ_sDQ8ws3jbbJvSJtOYkWcaQSof2xizCsWtHqXc5UKCWJ_ozxh4Bh3s5H8FuQRYrktw-EbomRxUR_XvLI4oNLvcYczXF4XNTBEPoXUHVwgNXdc_bO7x_vzAJEA7tXluQ/s72-c/SL730107.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367944400504494387.post-7768281297758558284</id><published>2011-02-15T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T08:04:29.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Centers an insight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAYuPa_P92L-9wE8VFIQbttPTC3oYn7bjEi6fh0wYtRamTIkf1pQyy7pqFHV9bhe89Svlb5cN_Zk-zAsVSxJuVoqxt1x-Bo_wnouC9m-EcleHdszqo3o2cWHfuxJ8f6plBhv8WFZ3ZYGo/s1600/Tree+Branches.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574318030363319170&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAYuPa_P92L-9wE8VFIQbttPTC3oYn7bjEi6fh0wYtRamTIkf1pQyy7pqFHV9bhe89Svlb5cN_Zk-zAsVSxJuVoqxt1x-Bo_wnouC9m-EcleHdszqo3o2cWHfuxJ8f6plBhv8WFZ3ZYGo/s320/Tree+Branches.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Call centers started growing about 10 years ago at that time I think most of them were overseas, but more are springing up in the states. While looking for a job last summer I interviewed at about 3 of them. They were being used by marketing companies, Fast cash companies, and even the government is using them. The first one I worked at was for setting up business DSL and the one I&#39;m working at now is connected with the &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;government&lt;/span&gt;. I have noticed the overall atmosphere in the call centers I have worked at trend toward high &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;schoolish&lt;/span&gt;. The people on the phones tend be college age or in their &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;thirties&lt;/span&gt;. Although I&#39;m starting to see more older people coming into the call center arena. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Working in a call center you talk with a true cross section of America. There are those people who think life is all about them and their needs. They want their information now immediately with no work involved or they want someone to come out and fix it for them. Then there are the ones who give you the information have a little bit of patience and just want to get their information with as little static in the conversation as possible. The ones I like the best are the ones with patience who are ready to work at getting their issue resolved with the help of the other person on the line who will give them their information as quickly as they can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the past Corporate America tried to deal with customer complaints by setting up a phone system that would automatically resolve the customer&#39;s complaint through voice promps but that didn&#39;t work out because people want to talk to people not a automatic machine thus the call center evolved. Then they tried to outsource it overseas but the language barrior caused problems. So they are back in the states and over in the UK because we needed people who speak our language and will understand the problem. Call centers are also being used in the collection business, insurance companies, and credit card companies. The biggest problem the call centers have is a high turnover rate. Most call centers pay more then minimum wage and offer benefits but since one has to deal with fustrated, angry, and rude customers the wage is just not enough to make the job worth it. Which is why collection agencys usually pay the most to their customer service representatives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All call centers usually have a quality department these are the people who listen to the calls to make sure the customer service representative (CSR) is responding in a polite courteous manner and is resolving the problem correctly, usually the client company or the customer who is paying the contract to the call center company have a quality group also who will also listen to a percentage of the calls. All CSR&#39;s are given specific phrases or words they have to say during the conversation the quality department watches for these phrases and words, if they are not said then the CSR is marked off for not saying them. So have patience with those long end of the conversation sign off&#39;s the CSR has to say all that verbiage. The quality departments sign a contract with the contracting company to the effect that the call center will maintain a quality percentage of excellent calls. Which means a specific number of calls have to be monitored a month and have to be above a specific percentage meaning the calls have to be above 90 percent or excellent calls as far as the quality of the call is concerned. If the quality of the call percentage is not met and the number of calls is not met then the call center company is fined or not payed for their services. There in lies the reason why several call centers are in the red and no longer around. The other problem is the turnover rate each call center has be staffed with a percentage of people or they lose the contract. Which is why most call centers are always hiring and why a call center doesn&#39;t always work in a small city because they can&#39;t maintain the body count. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/feeds/7768281297758558284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/2011/02/call-centers-insight.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367944400504494387/posts/default/7768281297758558284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367944400504494387/posts/default/7768281297758558284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/2011/02/call-centers-insight.html' title='Call Centers an insight'/><author><name>Ann Furnas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492991034119036527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiELxamHahTFBiY1JbulFmXMamnDcPN3LT8CJHCdB7R12ZCkGY6JBufkbF_2DytH4TQ3ziXGIDKNVfkZCGhb0n0LY93O-YwSd6P-CMbEtBTKr0NONWvyCtiBhvHNR4_JV4/s220/mom[1].jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAYuPa_P92L-9wE8VFIQbttPTC3oYn7bjEi6fh0wYtRamTIkf1pQyy7pqFHV9bhe89Svlb5cN_Zk-zAsVSxJuVoqxt1x-Bo_wnouC9m-EcleHdszqo3o2cWHfuxJ8f6plBhv8WFZ3ZYGo/s72-c/Tree+Branches.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367944400504494387.post-6803874903777174247</id><published>2011-02-09T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T12:14:20.329-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Meet my Companion"/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz2qqN2lfUawDilXv0ZdL1LFVurMvtKXjHxPvB5tPYu74r73vxaJPCC1Cxh-4LK92AmH4jpapdt4o1y4WyYXhLRr4Np9aNbNSIk8yRRcCHctAXnDCRWs_IL8YznBJTZd_JJO-O-M38V3E/s1600/SS850567.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571773478003835314&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz2qqN2lfUawDilXv0ZdL1LFVurMvtKXjHxPvB5tPYu74r73vxaJPCC1Cxh-4LK92AmH4jpapdt4o1y4WyYXhLRr4Np9aNbNSIk8yRRcCHctAXnDCRWs_IL8YznBJTZd_JJO-O-M38V3E/s320/SS850567.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;introduce&lt;/span&gt; you to my companion &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Meeko&lt;/span&gt;. She has been with me for about 3 years now. This is her most common pose next to my chair. She is part chihuahua and part &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;Pomeranian&lt;/span&gt; hence the lion effect of her face. Her name &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Meeko&lt;/span&gt; I think means Little Chief in Iroquois I found it somewhere one time but can&#39;t locate it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has her princess moments but it you wake her up from a nap she will bite your hand off and when she is chasing after a cat or squirrel. You are not her &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;. Recently she has been playing out in the snow and she enjoys it for the most part but if her claws get muddy she&#39;ll come through the door at a run straight to the bedroom and under the bed because she knows her paws need to be cleaned and she hates getting her paws washed in the kitchen sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571781896740720258&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwNMv3cxaQBqHKIoSo_c1Xm19A8E59DrcakURrH_krHFzaEGUGlowVmfhfpXA8RGowlEstT89b6DfEQVvoZqU6lRcYqV6n-pdzXjX5xfE_9YSgvDXbRUNhdZicatqSQpVFj5cBenWU4bk/s320/SL730091.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is next to the shed now where she discovered a cat underneath it.  I&#39;m not sure when the cat left but I&#39;m glad it did because she would stay out there for two to three hours barking at it. She is use to cats I had one for 20 years but I had to have her put down when I made my last move.  Her hip was giving her problems and I didn&#39;t think she could survive in a house with three Labs who aren&#39;t use to cats.  &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Meeko&lt;/span&gt; use to herd her around every now and then.   She also liked the cats food every now and then.  Occasionally the cat Baby would venture outside which would disturb &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Meeko&lt;/span&gt; who ruled the back yard.  The cat would just ignore &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Meeko&lt;/span&gt; and just wonder around and eat the grass then &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Meeko&lt;/span&gt; would herd the cat back inside.   After the cat was back inside &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Meeko&lt;/span&gt; would jump on the couch settle down on her blanket and go to sleep.  Herding cats after all is an exhausting business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/feeds/6803874903777174247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-just-wanted-to-introduce-you-to-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367944400504494387/posts/default/6803874903777174247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367944400504494387/posts/default/6803874903777174247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-just-wanted-to-introduce-you-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Ann Furnas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492991034119036527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiELxamHahTFBiY1JbulFmXMamnDcPN3LT8CJHCdB7R12ZCkGY6JBufkbF_2DytH4TQ3ziXGIDKNVfkZCGhb0n0LY93O-YwSd6P-CMbEtBTKr0NONWvyCtiBhvHNR4_JV4/s220/mom[1].jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz2qqN2lfUawDilXv0ZdL1LFVurMvtKXjHxPvB5tPYu74r73vxaJPCC1Cxh-4LK92AmH4jpapdt4o1y4WyYXhLRr4Np9aNbNSIk8yRRcCHctAXnDCRWs_IL8YznBJTZd_JJO-O-M38V3E/s72-c/SS850567.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367944400504494387.post-2705042774180203366</id><published>2011-01-19T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T09:29:18.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Vegetable to try Kale</title><content type='html'>Not sure about the rest of the world but we are not big vegetable eaters, but recently a friend of my daughter lost weight just by eating healthy and using the food pyramid.  Which basically means eating vegetables and fruits on a daily basis as opposed to a two or three time a week occurence. The main vegetables we eat are carrots raw and cooked, corn, broccoli, cauliflower, green beans, and other beans.  As you can see the vegetables are some what limited and pretty standard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week my daughter thought she would try a new recipe and new vegetalbe &quot;Kale&quot;.  She tried the Kale Chip which is where you chop the kale into 1 1/2 inch pieces and then bake in the oven till dried out.  She burned the first batch.  If you did not know new recipes are trail and error in this household.  The second batch came out better.  I don&#39;t think it will replace the potato chip but it was okay.  I like the pieces with the stem parts in, it gave it a chewy nutty flavor.  We put the leftovers in a baggie for lunches, but that didn&#39;t work to well I tried one and I just kept chewing forever.  So I did not think this was a good second day recipes.  I am one of those people who loves leftover.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I went to the following website www.whfoods.com to study the benefits of kale and found it was a great cancer preventative and great for lowing your cholesterol.  The kale&#39;s fiber wrap themselves around the bile acides and take them out your intestines bypassing your liver which lowers your cholesterol and helps to prevent the following cancers bladder, breast, colon, ovary, and postrate. You can get a more detail description of the process on the whfoods website.  I&#39;m all for any food that can keep me healthy and free of cancer.  I got a few recipes off this website and off allrecipes.com.  I will let you know which ones I like.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/feeds/2705042774180203366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-vegetable-to-try-kale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367944400504494387/posts/default/2705042774180203366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367944400504494387/posts/default/2705042774180203366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-vegetable-to-try-kale.html' title='A New Vegetable to try Kale'/><author><name>Ann Furnas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492991034119036527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiELxamHahTFBiY1JbulFmXMamnDcPN3LT8CJHCdB7R12ZCkGY6JBufkbF_2DytH4TQ3ziXGIDKNVfkZCGhb0n0LY93O-YwSd6P-CMbEtBTKr0NONWvyCtiBhvHNR4_JV4/s220/mom[1].jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367944400504494387.post-6836895560033900000</id><published>2011-01-12T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T11:12:57.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Old Days they Use to</title><content type='html'>While trying to reduce the boxes in my Bedroom I came upon the one with lots of memories.  There I found some of the old Christmas story books she use to read to us. Back in the 50&#39;s and 60&#39;s the magazines would print and illustrate a children Christmas story. My Mom would take the stories out of the Magazine and make a book out of the story using cardboard and cloth. When I had my children I started looking for these Christmas stories in the magazines and found a few and I collected them in a notebook with clear pages. Then somewhere in the late 70&#39;s they stopped putting these wonderful children oriented illustrated Christmas stories in the magazine.  Now all you see in the magazines at Christmas is decorating ideas, recipes, weight loss hints, and commercials.  The children are left out of Christmas in Magazine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of Chirstmas I first think of the reason for celebrating the holiday and that may be religious for some and others not so much. The second thing I think of is the children. Isn&#39;t that why we have toy drives and angel trees. When did the magazines decide that children were no long important to Christmas. I guess somewhere back in the late 70&#39;s the magazine&#39;s decided that advertising dollars were more important then children at Christmas time.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/feeds/6836895560033900000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-old-days-they-use-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367944400504494387/posts/default/6836895560033900000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367944400504494387/posts/default/6836895560033900000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-old-days-they-use-to.html' title='In the Old Days they Use to'/><author><name>Ann Furnas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492991034119036527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiELxamHahTFBiY1JbulFmXMamnDcPN3LT8CJHCdB7R12ZCkGY6JBufkbF_2DytH4TQ3ziXGIDKNVfkZCGhb0n0LY93O-YwSd6P-CMbEtBTKr0NONWvyCtiBhvHNR4_JV4/s220/mom[1].jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367944400504494387.post-150386505066168574</id><published>2011-01-11T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T09:24:05.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow, Sleet, and Cold Weather Oh My!</title><content type='html'>I talk a lot with my Aunt about the weather. I think it is an old person thing it is a safe topic of discussion when you don&#39;t want the conversation to get too personal at the beginning of a conversation.  We both agree that our idea of cold weather is around 50 degrees Farenheit to 70 degrees Farenheit anything below that is too cold and we are &lt;strong&gt;done&lt;/strong&gt; with winter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not like snow or sleet.  It is pretty to look at the snow but after the snowmen and the pictures.  It can go away and go back up to 50 degrees.  I realize that the cold weather is neccessary to kill off insects, give some animals and people time to hibernate, and keep the sports season going full cycle but at 30 degrees and below &lt;strong&gt;enough&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;enough&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter is a great time of year for a lot of people it&#39;s time to visit the ski resorts and the ice skating rinks.  Some people like to go ice fishing not my favorite thing but then I&#39;m not the outdoors type.  I must admit though I enjoy the jeans, stretchy slacks, and sweat shirts at this time of the year. Sitting in my favorite chair under a blanket and sipping a hot cup of soup or coffee.  This is also the time of the year when I pull out all the cold weather recipes chili, hamburger soup, and roast with potatoes and carrots. Once the cold weather is gone the winter recipes go away till the next year.  Isn&#39;t it amazing the way we equate certain activites, recipes, clothes, and memories to the weather.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/feeds/150386505066168574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-sleet-and-cold-weather-oh-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367944400504494387/posts/default/150386505066168574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367944400504494387/posts/default/150386505066168574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-sleet-and-cold-weather-oh-my.html' title='Snow, Sleet, and Cold Weather Oh My!'/><author><name>Ann Furnas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492991034119036527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiELxamHahTFBiY1JbulFmXMamnDcPN3LT8CJHCdB7R12ZCkGY6JBufkbF_2DytH4TQ3ziXGIDKNVfkZCGhb0n0LY93O-YwSd6P-CMbEtBTKr0NONWvyCtiBhvHNR4_JV4/s220/mom[1].jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367944400504494387.post-5184525184636766713</id><published>2010-07-29T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T11:01:44.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Books part Mystery and part History</title><content type='html'>I love to read it is one of my favorite things to do. Sometime I forget to sleep at night because I want to find out what &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;happens&lt;/span&gt; next. My favorite books are the ones with a lot of mystery and a little bit of history in them. Like Dan Brown&#39;s Angel and Demons, Symbol, and the &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;DaVinci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Code. Steven Berry who wrote Venetian Betrayal, The Amber room, and &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Charlamagne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pursuit. Clive &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Clussler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who wrote the Serpent, The Navigator, The Spy, and Night Probe. Each of these books got me to the &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; to search out other books that could give me some solid facts about the historic realities mentioned in the fictional books I love to read. Some of them also mention the books used to research the story in the book. Which gave me a place to start reading and make my own decision on what I wanted to believe about the theories mentioned in some of the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the type of books I enjoy because they not only teach a little bit of history but especially the Clive &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Clussler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Series teaches about the environment and the problems that can occur if we don&#39;t watch out. A year or so ago there was an &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;algae&lt;/span&gt; problem in the Alaska area and I wouldn&#39;t have paid any attention to it if it hadn&#39;t been for &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Clussler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the dramatic theoretical &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;possibilities&lt;/span&gt; of some of the &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;algae&lt;/span&gt; in his books. He also mentioned in a few of his books how fresh water is becoming a sacred commodity in some states. I see that every year in Midland, Texas where they are always trying to find a way to get the right to some lake close by to be used as their fresh water source for drinking water. Books and authors can teach us a lot if we choose to learn it just a matter of picking up a book any book opening it up and reading.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/feeds/5184525184636766713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/2010/07/books-part-mystery-and-part-history.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367944400504494387/posts/default/5184525184636766713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367944400504494387/posts/default/5184525184636766713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/2010/07/books-part-mystery-and-part-history.html' title='Books part Mystery and part History'/><author><name>Ann Furnas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492991034119036527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiELxamHahTFBiY1JbulFmXMamnDcPN3LT8CJHCdB7R12ZCkGY6JBufkbF_2DytH4TQ3ziXGIDKNVfkZCGhb0n0LY93O-YwSd6P-CMbEtBTKr0NONWvyCtiBhvHNR4_JV4/s220/mom[1].jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367944400504494387.post-7492602183385783528</id><published>2010-07-27T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T19:06:12.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast and Cereals</title><content type='html'>Breakfast and cereal have gone together since the beginning of time.  However they were never a favorite of mine.  I would make a big breakfast of eggs, bacon, and toast for my ex-husband when we were married.  After he was finished he would eat a bowl of his favorite cereal Cherrios and milk.  It never failed so I stopped making the big breakfast just didn&#39;t seem worth it.  In the long run the cereal was probably better for him health wise then the one I cooked for him.  I tried to find my own cereal but at the time there were none out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty years later I have found a granola cereal with my three favorite things in it nuts, raisons, and dates add a little bit apple juice to the combination and you can&#39;t beat it.  Then I discover yogurt which I was not a big fan of until I discovered the joy of mixing it with Cereal.  Yep you heard me granola cereal to be exact.  There are two granola cereals I like the most Post Great Grains and Sunbelt fruit and nut cereal.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/feeds/7492602183385783528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/2010/07/breakfast-and-cereals_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367944400504494387/posts/default/7492602183385783528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367944400504494387/posts/default/7492602183385783528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/2010/07/breakfast-and-cereals_27.html' title='Breakfast and Cereals'/><author><name>Ann Furnas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492991034119036527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiELxamHahTFBiY1JbulFmXMamnDcPN3LT8CJHCdB7R12ZCkGY6JBufkbF_2DytH4TQ3ziXGIDKNVfkZCGhb0n0LY93O-YwSd6P-CMbEtBTKr0NONWvyCtiBhvHNR4_JV4/s220/mom[1].jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367944400504494387.post-5127250057502884070</id><published>2010-07-25T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T14:41:55.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dishwashing machines today and in the past</title><content type='html'>When I was growing up the dishwashing machine in my house was my Mom and the dryer was my brother or I. When I grew up and got married my husband and I moved into an apartment with a dishwashing machine. A real machine that washed dishes, that was the best machine a person had ever invented. That one machine did so much for me I didn’t have to stand there for 30 minutes washing the dishes and drying them instead I could stack them in the machine and let the machine do the work for me while I went out and walked the dog, went shopping, or took the kids to school and to after school activities. It was the best machine I never knew how great it was until I didn’t have one again and I was back to washing dishes by hand because the house I was back into was my Mom’s. &lt;br /&gt;
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Things like that happen in life you grow up, get married, have kids, get divorce, and move back home to help out your Mom. The circle of life you start out in your parents home and some come back to help the parents that gave you life. Isn’t it amazing how events shape our lives and futures? That something so insignificant as a dishwashing machine can stand out so prominent in you mind as being important to you. Yet it is something I think about every time I look at the stack of dirty dishes I need to do. And before I start cooking I try to use as few dishes as possible because I know I’m just going to have to wash them when I’m done.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/feeds/5127250057502884070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/2010/07/dishwashing-machines-today-and-in-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367944400504494387/posts/default/5127250057502884070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367944400504494387/posts/default/5127250057502884070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enoughwithit.blogspot.com/2010/07/dishwashing-machines-today-and-in-past.html' title='Dishwashing machines today and in the past'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18421928919601722343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>