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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIER345eCp7ImA9WxBRFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819177877430491197</id><updated>2010-01-03T12:31:46.020-06:00</updated><title>The Insane Writer</title><subtitle type="html">This and that of a writer trying to stay sane in an insane world.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>The Insane Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00998211275173307886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1035</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/TheInsaneWriter" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>TheInsaneWriter</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIER344fCp7ImA9WxBRFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819177877430491197.post-8171636170377551491</id><published>2010-01-03T12:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T12:31:46.034-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-03T12:31:46.034-06:00</app:edited><title>Winter Chill</title><content type="html">Just a little humor to take that winter chill off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Florida  senior citizen of 76, drove his brand new Corvette convertible out of the dealership. Taking off down the road, he floored it to 80 mph, enjoying the wind blowing through what little hair he had left.    'Amazing,' he thought as he flew down I-75, pushing the pedal even more.    Looking in his rear view mirror, he saw the highway patrol behind him, blue lights flashing and siren blaring. He floored it to 100 mph, then 110, then 120.    Suddenly he thought, 'What am I doing? I'm too old for this,' and pulled over to await the Trooper's arrival.  Pulling in behind him, the Trooper walked up to the Corvette, looked at his watch and said, 'Sir, my shift ends in 30 minutes. Today is Friday. If you can give me a reason for speeding that I've never heard before, I'll let you go.'    The old gentleman paused. Then said, 'Years ago, my wife ran off with a Florida State Trooper. I thought you were bringing her back.'    'Have a good day, Sir, ' replied the Trooper.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819177877430491197-8171636170377551491?l=theinsanewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/8171636170377551491/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819177877430491197&amp;postID=8171636170377551491" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/8171636170377551491?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/8171636170377551491?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheInsaneWriter/~3/OUJMIz0nRuU/winter-chill.html" title="Winter Chill" /><author><name>The Insane Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00998211275173307886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00224419626515389002" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/2010/01/winter-chill.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQMRn8-eyp7ImA9WxBRE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819177877430491197.post-1027622929695031980</id><published>2010-01-01T09:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T10:46:27.153-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-01T10:46:27.153-06:00</app:edited><title>What About This Year?</title><content type="html">What are your New Year Resolutions and why aren't you doing them right now? It's a question a lot of people have been asking lately. So what's with that really? Do they have an idea that we just can't comprehend or don't want to believe in because we simply lack the ambitions to carry out our New Years resolutions, or have they simply gone insane in thinking that we'll ever change our ways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I vote for the fact that they've simply gone insane because we really won't change our ways. I mean why should we? Why should we set goals that we know damn well we'll never accomplish because there will always be one excuse after another on why we can't. And besides, why should we care what others think when we don't care ourselves. I mean we already know those rooting for us will sooner or later just let us down, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course these are all excuses and we know it. In reality it's not others who are letting us down, but ourselves. We are the only ones who can push forward when the going gets tough. We are the only ones who can root for ourselves when we need the encouragement to keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure we can relish in the encouragement we get from others, but in the end it will all come down to us. We control our own lives, not others. We control our own destiny, not some higher power. We control our future, not some psychic.  We control who are are, not who everyone else wants us to be. Let's make this the best year ever and kick some butt while we're doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY NE&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;W YEAR 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819177877430491197-1027622929695031980?l=theinsanewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1027622929695031980/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819177877430491197&amp;postID=1027622929695031980" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/1027622929695031980?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/1027622929695031980?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheInsaneWriter/~3/7S-4sl2noLk/what-about-this-year.html" title="What About This Year?" /><author><name>The Insane Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00998211275173307886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00224419626515389002" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-about-this-year.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4BQ30_fCp7ImA9WxBREU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819177877430491197.post-2091744647214847792</id><published>2009-12-29T11:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T11:32:32.344-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-29T11:32:32.344-06:00</app:edited><title>Sometimes Holidays Are Forgettable</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fashion-era.com/Christmas/xmas_mouse_story/santa_looking_through_bag_md_clr.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://www.fashion-era.com/Christmas/xmas_mouse_story/santa_looking_through_bag_md_clr.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Christmas has come and gone, here's hoping everyone had a wonderful holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year Christmas was actually forgotten in this house. Not for the kids or my husband, just myself. Am I angry? No. Am I upset? No. Should I be? In others' opinions, probably so. (my oldest son even used the word asshole) In my opinion -no, because I just don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why really. Maybe it's the idea of tiring over the disappointment of holidays and special occasions not being ignored, or maybe it's something else. Still, it doesn't matter. What did matter was spending time with my husband, the kids and his family, which almost didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after finally being able to do just that, I found myself out in the middle of nowhere without a phone signal (which angered some family members and I definitely heard about it!), listening to the coyotes howl at night and wondering why we were spending more time away from family than with them. I mean wasn't that why we were there? Isn't that what the holidays are all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly think so. And what about throwing a Christmas Eve Party or Christmas Day get-together where you can simply enjoy those special moments with loved ones, rather than arguing over how much money was spent on gifts, why your spouse hasn't immediately put antifreeze in the vehicle when it's really too cold to go outside and you could just as easily do it yourself, or spending your time putting down your spouse's family right in front of your spouse, or finding yourself rushing  off because you think you have better things to do than spend time with yours or your spouse's family. I really could go on and on, but you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next year if you haven't done so already, you'll find the time to slow down and realize we only have one life to live, or maybe you'll realize that right now rather than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend your moments with loved ones, without the fights and feuds. Forget about your selfish or worry about this and that self for once and just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LIVE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819177877430491197-2091744647214847792?l=theinsanewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2091744647214847792/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819177877430491197&amp;postID=2091744647214847792" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/2091744647214847792?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/2091744647214847792?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheInsaneWriter/~3/2a7QHbNUk1Q/sometimes-holidays-are-forgetable.html" title="Sometimes Holidays Are Forgettable" /><author><name>The Insane Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00998211275173307886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00224419626515389002" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometimes-holidays-are-forgetable.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IHR38yfSp7ImA9WxBSEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819177877430491197.post-6612664425306162171</id><published>2009-12-18T20:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T20:25:36.195-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-18T20:25:36.195-06:00</app:edited><title>Ya Can't Mount a TV on a Window!</title><content type="html">So what about&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.standsandmounts.com/"&gt;plasma mounts&lt;/a&gt; do people need to know. They mount a plasma screen television, yes... However, I've heard too many bad things about how easy plasma screens can be damaged. As a matter of fact, I've even seen someone giving away a plasma because the colors are running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for out household, even if we wanted to mount a flat screen, lol we have way to many windows that it's pretty much an impossible thing to do. For those who do have a plasma, I'd love to hear what they think, however!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819177877430491197-6612664425306162171?l=theinsanewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6612664425306162171/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819177877430491197&amp;postID=6612664425306162171" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/6612664425306162171?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/6612664425306162171?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheInsaneWriter/~3/06ZNG0Sn3dY/ya-cant-mount-tv-on-window.html" title="Ya Can't Mount a TV on a Window!" /><author><name>The Insane Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00998211275173307886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00224419626515389002" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/ya-cant-mount-tv-on-window.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YHQXY9fCp7ImA9WxBSEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819177877430491197.post-286621452884214924</id><published>2009-12-18T20:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T20:18:50.864-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-18T20:18:50.864-06:00</app:edited><title>A Payperpost Disappointment</title><content type="html">Okay, so I'm seriously disappointed in the new and improved payperpost. Not longer are opportunities available at just any price range. You have to actually pick your own set price and hope sponsors are willing to go for it. I really liked the old system where everyone had a chance to earn cash by writing approved posts even if the amount was only for $1.00. And to be quite honest, I really didn't mind standing in line to wait for an opportunity, so bah hum bug to payperpost I say... BAH HUM BUG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819177877430491197-286621452884214924?l=theinsanewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/286621452884214924/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819177877430491197&amp;postID=286621452884214924" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/286621452884214924?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/286621452884214924?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheInsaneWriter/~3/fYgKHoD4TQ4/payperpost-disappointment.html" title="A Payperpost Disappointment" /><author><name>The Insane Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00998211275173307886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00224419626515389002" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/payperpost-disappointment.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UBQ34yfip7ImA9WxBSEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819177877430491197.post-7404619552491462785</id><published>2009-12-18T19:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T20:20:52.096-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-18T20:20:52.096-06:00</app:edited><title>That's Just Life</title><content type="html">I'm all for taking a break from life for a week or two, but Ive gotten to the point of realizing this is just a lost cause since I can never afford to do so and have too much work to do no matter what. Sure, I could slack up on the work, but doing so means the bills don't get paid. Is there bills I can simply cut? Not unless I don't want to work, want to see, stay warm or having running water. Those are all the bills besides the mortgage payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no dropping this or that or tightening the budget and if you've read my prior posts then you know that &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.condoworldresorts.com/"&gt;hilton head vacation rentals&lt;/a&gt; are out of the question for us at the moment.Such a shame, but that's life for almost everyone at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please Note:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is a paid post and is sponsored by Condo World Resorts and Payu2blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819177877430491197-7404619552491462785?l=theinsanewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7404619552491462785/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819177877430491197&amp;postID=7404619552491462785" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/7404619552491462785?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/7404619552491462785?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheInsaneWriter/~3/5Aks_T5J3ww/thats-just-life.html" title="That's Just Life" /><author><name>The Insane Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00998211275173307886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00224419626515389002" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/thats-just-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQDQHc_fip7ImA9WxBSEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819177877430491197.post-5130501868667465268</id><published>2009-12-18T19:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T19:49:31.946-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-18T19:49:31.946-06:00</app:edited><title>I like Twitter But.....</title><content type="html">One of the biggest problems I have with twitter is businesses who add you just to be adding you. There's like this competition of who can get the most people on their add list. I mean really, why who I need to add a beauty salon to have my hair done in Washington D.C. when I live in Kansas?&lt;br /&gt;And just how many ways do I need to learn to make money online that simply don't work. And who really wants to weed through all of that just to get to a good conversation with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut your list back and weed out those you tend to skip over. It's okay to love some businesses and it's okay to promote stuff, but at least take the time to sit down and let everyone know you're alive as well. Start a conversation with someone about your life, not your business. Ask them about their day and really mean it. Get involved with what they're interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter is so much better when you really enjoy what you're reading. I know lately I've seen a lot of businesses I thought were more than just out to promote that I'm getting ready to drop from my list. I'd much rather follow a few friends than follow thousands of businesses that I generally ignore to get to what my friends have to say. What about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819177877430491197-5130501868667465268?l=theinsanewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/5130501868667465268/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819177877430491197&amp;postID=5130501868667465268" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/5130501868667465268?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/5130501868667465268?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheInsaneWriter/~3/Nvayqs4bR64/i-like-twitter-but.html" title="I like Twitter But....." /><author><name>The Insane Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00998211275173307886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00224419626515389002" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-like-twitter-but.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IER3g4eip7ImA9WxBSEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819177877430491197.post-3228963194270048757</id><published>2009-12-18T18:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T19:18:26.632-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-18T19:18:26.632-06:00</app:edited><title>Such a Shame</title><content type="html">I've been considering using an &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.wgu.edu/"&gt;online university&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to go back to school because I just don't have time to go to a local college. What I've actually decided is to go into CSI (crime scene investigation) or journalism. It's a hard decision because I have a passion for both, so I may end up going for both if I can afford to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now from what I can see this online college even has information on tuition and financial aide. It's perfect since we don't have a real income coming in and my husband has been laid off for nearly a year now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The university is also accredited which means it's accepted with many businesses. So the final test was to take a look and see if they have the &lt;a href="http://www.wgu.edu/degrees_and_programs"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;online degree programs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am actually looking for. And unfortunately they don't have either, which is a shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please Note:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is a paid post and is sponsored by Western Governors University Online and payu2blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819177877430491197-3228963194270048757?l=theinsanewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3228963194270048757/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819177877430491197&amp;postID=3228963194270048757" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/3228963194270048757?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/3228963194270048757?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheInsaneWriter/~3/hCZ1pIyVMdI/such-shame.html" title="Such a Shame" /><author><name>The Insane Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00998211275173307886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00224419626515389002" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/such-shame.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IFSXwzfSp7ImA9WxBSEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819177877430491197.post-5526298999358440270</id><published>2009-12-18T11:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T12:05:18.285-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-18T12:05:18.285-06:00</app:edited><title>Bored with Stoney B's Karaoke</title><content type="html">For those of you who don't already know, I love to sing so when I learned several months ago that &lt;a href="http://www.manta.com/company/mm5jz47"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stoney B's restaurant and bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here in Independence, Ks offered karaoke, I decided to check them out. For a while things were great. I could sit back and listen to everyone sing and get some songs in myself, but lately things have been a whole lot different there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be that you could sing karaoke and maybe a few dance songs would be played once in a while or at the very end of the night when karaoke was ending. Now it's more like one person gets to sing and about 4 dance songs are played and another person gets to sing and 4 more dance songs are played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for those of you who also don't already know, I'm not a big drinker. It's just never been my thing and I don't like the idea of going out and just getting drunk for the fun of things. I might have a beer or a whine cooler once in a great while, but that's the extent of things.  So when I'm sitting around waiting for karaoke with nothing else to do I'm not impressed and apparently neither are a lot of karaokers at Stoney B's lately it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe it's just me but when you offer karaoke, should it be just that? People who go to sing karaoke want to sing. They're generally not interested in dancing all night long and I think that all of the karaokers that hang out at Stoney B's would agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only hope in the future things pick up with the place because if they don't I may move on to another local restaurant here in Independence, KS that does karaoke and I wouldn't be surprised if others decide to do the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819177877430491197-5526298999358440270?l=theinsanewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/5526298999358440270/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819177877430491197&amp;postID=5526298999358440270" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/5526298999358440270?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/5526298999358440270?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheInsaneWriter/~3/RKK72vsRXZM/bored-with-stoney-bs-karaoke.html" title="Bored with Stoney B's Karaoke" /><author><name>The Insane Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00998211275173307886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00224419626515389002" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/bored-with-stoney-bs-karaoke.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8BRH07eip7ImA9WxBSEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819177877430491197.post-3221912727607573291</id><published>2009-12-17T16:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T17:00:55.302-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-17T17:00:55.302-06:00</app:edited><title>The Gap That Makes Me an Ugly Duckling</title><content type="html">A lot of people have never seen me truly smile. I chose to hide that smile as much as possible when I was young because I have this gap (big enough I can slide my tongue in between it) between my two front teeth. To make matters worse I also have a few crooked teeth in the front and an overbite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you might say it's no big deal, but when you're a child and you're ignored  or made fun of because of your smile it really is a big deal. I've had locks thrown at me, my head shoved in a toilet and my pants dropped in the middle of the hallway in between classes because of that smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even today I have had people make fun of it or shy away from me because of it. At one time I had someone tell me that I needed to put a piece of bubble gum in between my two front teeth to hide the ugliness. I'm older and wiser and sucked that one up, but every now and then comments like those do get to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm a big girl, but there are kids out there who should never have to go through what I did growing up. No one should no matter who they are, what they look like, etc. And as far as dental work, there's nothing mother nature can do and nothing we can do on our own to correct a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love dentists who believe in helping those with low self-esteem due to their smile, soar. Like the &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.davidwilhitedds.com/dental-services/cosmetic-dentistry.html%20"&gt;Plano cosmetic dentist&lt;/a&gt; who I would thank in person if I could just because I know others are smiling with a brand new future thanks to dental work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I may never get my smile fixed for the lack of funds, but at least it's nice knowing a dentist cares about someone's smile who can afford the dental work! So thank you for brightening their day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819177877430491197-3221912727607573291?l=theinsanewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3221912727607573291/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819177877430491197&amp;postID=3221912727607573291" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/3221912727607573291?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/3221912727607573291?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheInsaneWriter/~3/_L7a28irQK4/gap-that-makes-me-ugly-duckling.html" title="The Gap That Makes Me an Ugly Duckling" /><author><name>The Insane Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00998211275173307886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00224419626515389002" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/gap-that-makes-me-ugly-duckling.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcMRXo7cSp7ImA9WxBSEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819177877430491197.post-8147647965450914931</id><published>2009-12-17T16:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:48:04.409-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-17T16:48:04.409-06:00</app:edited><title>So What About Associated Content?</title><content type="html">Apparently since I haven't been keeping track of what's new with &lt;a href="http://www.associatedcontent.com/theinsanewriter"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Associated Content&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, they've made a few changes. For one, I've noticed that many of the articles they'd posted before were paid content, are now no longer paid. It was one of the biggest reasons why I started writing articles for their website. I enjoy getting paid just like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I must say even with the no-pay on articles, they're still paying for website traffic to my articles which is nice. In fact it was so nice that I was actually jumping up and down at the $4 I was paid within a matter of a week for long past dues. Yep, excited over $4, kinda scary huh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819177877430491197-8147647965450914931?l=theinsanewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/8147647965450914931/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819177877430491197&amp;postID=8147647965450914931" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/8147647965450914931?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/8147647965450914931?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheInsaneWriter/~3/pK-pJi8tV88/so-what-about-associated-content.html" title="So What About Associated Content?" /><author><name>The Insane Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00998211275173307886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00224419626515389002" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-what-about-associated-content.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QGRXk6cSp7ImA9WxBSEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819177877430491197.post-8888356708744437820</id><published>2009-12-17T16:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:35:24.719-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-17T16:35:24.719-06:00</app:edited><title>Cool Ponds.. Ewww Algae...</title><content type="html">Year ago when I went to visit my ex-in-law's home in the country, I was introduced to their pride and joy, a pond right in the middle of their front yard. So I thought how very cool and wondered at that time if my then husband and I could do something like that in our own backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, my hopes were shattered when we quickly learned that in order to keep a pond like that it requires an extreme amount of keeping up with the cleaning. So then I wondered about &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.naturalenviro.com/sections.php?section=pond%20pumps"&gt;pond pumps&lt;/a&gt; and whether or not they could help with the clean up just a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course that answer was a no. All that algae is still going to make the pond mucky and even fish won't clean it entirely. Now here I am with a pool in the backyard that loves algae and a cleaning life that just went from okay to constant! LOL Go figure!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please Note:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is a paid post that is sponsored by naturalenviro and payu2blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819177877430491197-8888356708744437820?l=theinsanewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/8888356708744437820/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819177877430491197&amp;postID=8888356708744437820" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/8888356708744437820?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/8888356708744437820?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheInsaneWriter/~3/c4fDxIamZbU/cool-ponds-ewww-algae.html" title="Cool Ponds.. Ewww Algae..." /><author><name>The Insane Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00998211275173307886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00224419626515389002" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/cool-ponds-ewww-algae.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAMR389cCp7ImA9WxBSEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819177877430491197.post-2032740298846285366</id><published>2009-12-17T16:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:26:26.168-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-17T16:26:26.168-06:00</app:edited><title>Sponsored Tweets Still Going Strong</title><content type="html">Lately I've been getting more and more &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/2wdomC"&gt;Sponsored Tweets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/theinsanewriter"&gt;twitter &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which is awesome. I'm still rolling out at $1.00 (my settings, my choice) per a tweet, but believe me when you get at least 4 or 5 of them a week, it does add up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few things I have learned about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/2wdomC"&gt;Sponsored Tweets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, however. One of the biggest things I have learned is that minimum payout is $50 and there's no changing that. Still, it's like saving the money until I get there, so it's nice. I mean I could use the money to take a vacation or save for birthdays, Christmas, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the other things I've learned is in order for someone to sign up for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/2wdomC"&gt;Sponsored Tweets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, your twitter account must be at least 60 days old and you must have 100 followers and posts in order for an advertiser to notice you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it's a great program that I am loving and I have &lt;a href="http://www.johnchow.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John Chow&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;to thank for that! with that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819177877430491197-2032740298846285366?l=theinsanewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2032740298846285366/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819177877430491197&amp;postID=2032740298846285366" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/2032740298846285366?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/2032740298846285366?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheInsaneWriter/~3/KPAvnv6qgiA/sponsored-tweets-still-going-strong.html" title="Sponsored Tweets Still Going Strong" /><author><name>The Insane Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00998211275173307886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00224419626515389002" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/sponsored-tweets-still-going-strong.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UCQ3g9cCp7ImA9WxBSEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819177877430491197.post-8202632138076522278</id><published>2009-12-17T15:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:34:22.668-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-17T16:34:22.668-06:00</app:edited><title>Ohh No Not Again!</title><content type="html">It's another one of those &lt;a href="http://www.anoretix.com/"&gt;appetite suppressant&lt;/a&gt; websites that I really don't believe is a positive way to help you lose weight. And the website domain name itself really reminds me of the word anorexic. I mean common on, who wants to see skin and bones on a person??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I understand that too much weight can be an issue as well, but using a chemical pill to help you lose weight can be absolutely dangerous. Even if the claim is all natural, most pill forms have a binding agent that is a chemical. So no matter what you believe there is still an issue of a diet pill being extremely dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I know there will be some stubbornness, so if you really believe an appetite controller will help you, then please at least do your research before you just jump right in and buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please Note:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is a paid post and is sponsored by anoretix and payu2blog.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819177877430491197-8202632138076522278?l=theinsanewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/8202632138076522278/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819177877430491197&amp;postID=8202632138076522278" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/8202632138076522278?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/8202632138076522278?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheInsaneWriter/~3/hCN6oqae9uU/ohh-no-not-again.html" title="Ohh No Not Again!" /><author><name>The Insane Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00998211275173307886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00224419626515389002" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/ohh-no-not-again.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08FQHc4cSp7ImA9WxBSEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819177877430491197.post-6191977847196324193</id><published>2009-12-17T15:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T15:36:51.939-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-17T15:36:51.939-06:00</app:edited><title>Twitter Me This, Twitter Me That. Just What the Heck is the Point of Twitter?</title><content type="html">I've been hearing from family members lately asking me what's the point of twitter. Sure it's a quick way to let people know what you're up to, but they believe that beyond that, it's simply a waste of precious time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I really have to argue with them and say, NO, NO, NO! Twitter is so much more than just a way to let others know what's new with you. It can allow you to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; promote your business&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; make money even if you don't have a business&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; know what's new with your favorite restaurant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; find out the latest and best deals with your favorite store &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;keep up with your favorite celebrities&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so maybe keeping up with celebrities is a waste of time.lol But the rest is a goldmine! I mean basically Twitter is a moneymaker and saver and that's really awesome for this sappy economy! So if you want to know more about how I use Twitter, just follow my blog because I will be spilling the beans in future posts and I won't even ask you to pay me money for my information.LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819177877430491197-6191977847196324193?l=theinsanewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6191977847196324193/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819177877430491197&amp;postID=6191977847196324193" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/6191977847196324193?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/6191977847196324193?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheInsaneWriter/~3/T_akDB4LlyA/twitter-me-this-twitter-me-that-just.html" title="Twitter Me This, Twitter Me That. Just What the Heck is the Point of Twitter?" /><author><name>The Insane Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00998211275173307886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00224419626515389002" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/twitter-me-this-twitter-me-that-just.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YBQHY8eyp7ImA9WxBTGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819177877430491197.post-4166790173348430166</id><published>2009-12-15T20:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T20:39:11.873-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-15T20:39:11.873-06:00</app:edited><title>Simplifying Life</title><content type="html">I don't know about you, but there are just some things I can live without. Like those freebie &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.usimprints.com/"&gt;promotional pens&lt;/a&gt; you get when you sign up for a service or sign your name to the contract for a new home or vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as much as I hate to admit those promotional calendars are even worse. I mean a few are nice to have around the house, but every year my family snags more than they need while I'm content with just the one calendar I have on my office wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong, I love freebies just as much as the rest of the world, but when you have a grandmother who kept literally everything from rubber bands to bottle caps and took them with her on long bus trips across the USA, I think it's time to simplify life with a whole lot less!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819177877430491197-4166790173348430166?l=theinsanewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/4166790173348430166/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819177877430491197&amp;postID=4166790173348430166" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/4166790173348430166?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/4166790173348430166?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheInsaneWriter/~3/yP5Vls2l9Xs/simplifying-life.html" title="Simplifying Life" /><author><name>The Insane Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00998211275173307886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00224419626515389002" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/simplifying-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04AQX48eyp7ImA9WxBTGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819177877430491197.post-8766019005641048984</id><published>2009-12-14T23:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T23:45:40.073-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-14T23:45:40.073-06:00</app:edited><title>For Those Who Don't Believe in Santa Claus</title><content type="html">When it comes to the words Santa Claus, many of us smile secretly knowing that even though we want our children to believe he exists, we ourselves don't believe. Well, here's proof that Santa Claus really does exist. He exists in all of us. And sure, maybe this is just another story (one I did not write), but if you really think about it and you look carefully around you, you know there is someone out there just like this family who has been through a rough time and experienced a little hope from Santa and those who still believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister was two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they would scramble to hide under their beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings, but no food either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana at that time, I certainly knew nothing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my best homemade dress, loaded&lt;br /&gt;Them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in our small town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I tried to convince who ever would listen that I was willing to learn or do anything. I had to have a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town, was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in that had been converted to a truck stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was called the Big Wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the window from time to time at all those kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She paid 65 cents an hour, and I could start that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat for people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already be Asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we all thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big Wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her home with one dollar of my tip money-- fully half of what I averaged every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my meager wage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every morning before I could go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and found four tires in the back seat. New tires!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had angels taken up residence in Indiana? I wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a deal with the local service station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some old toys.. Then I hid them in the basement so there would be something for Santa to deliver on Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches on the boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel. There were the truckers, Les, Frank , and Jim , and a state trooper named Joe .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to get home before the sun came up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas morning, to my amazement, my old battered Chevy was filled full to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly opened the driver's side door, crawled inside and kneeled in the front facing the back seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside was whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked inside another box: It was full of shirts to go with the jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes. There was candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. There was an enormous ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour. There was whole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the&lt;br /&gt;most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December. And they all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819177877430491197-8766019005641048984?l=theinsanewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/8766019005641048984/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819177877430491197&amp;postID=8766019005641048984" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/8766019005641048984?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/8766019005641048984?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheInsaneWriter/~3/yi-Rta8MArs/for-those-who-dont-believe-in-santa.html" title="For Those Who Don't Believe in Santa Claus" /><author><name>The Insane Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00998211275173307886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00224419626515389002" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-those-who-dont-believe-in-santa.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4MSXs9eSp7ImA9WxBTFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819177877430491197.post-1711569006060894329</id><published>2009-12-11T16:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T17:09:48.561-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-11T17:09:48.561-06:00</app:edited><title>Mother Nature VS. Fat Burners</title><content type="html">As I've mentioned many times before, I'm not a fat of diet pills, &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.apidexin.com/"&gt;fat burners&lt;/a&gt;, or any name they may call themselves. These types of pills contain chemicals which are extremely harmful to our bodies. In fact, they can do more damage to our bodies than fattening foods can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Nature never intended for us to put anything unnatural in our body. Yet man has taken much of what Mother Nature has to offer and turned it into a scientific experiment. Now I'm not against an antibiotic when it's absolutely necessary to fight off infections in our body, but fat burning pills are not necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're a lazy way of losing weight and in some instances they don't even help. And when they do seem to help it's usually because of the exercise and proper nutrition that these pills insist upon when you take them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it and I mean really think about it. The reason you want to lose weight is because it's harmful to your body and for some your image. Why take a product that can be even more harmful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please Note&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is a paid post that is sponsored by apidexin and payu2blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819177877430491197-1711569006060894329?l=theinsanewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1711569006060894329/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819177877430491197&amp;postID=1711569006060894329" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/1711569006060894329?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/1711569006060894329?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheInsaneWriter/~3/hsxMlxUU2iw/mother-nature-vs-fat-burners.html" title="Mother Nature VS. Fat Burners" /><author><name>The Insane Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00998211275173307886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00224419626515389002" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/mother-nature-vs-fat-burners.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMNQnw_eSp7ImA9WxBTE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819177877430491197.post-6916351915188229523</id><published>2009-12-09T12:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T12:31:33.241-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-09T12:31:33.241-06:00</app:edited><title>They Did What????</title><content type="html">If you haven't figured out by now, I am a huge fan of online entrepreneur &lt;a href="http://www.johnchow.com/invesp-is-now-on-my-shit-list/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Chow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Not only is he an inspiration for entrepreneurs everywhere, he's has a strong and truthful opinion (no BS), which I absolutely love. And he's very down to earth with a heart of gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to a recent post of his about Invesp a PPC campaign company. In his post he share's this with his readers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A couple days ago Shoemoney and I decided endorsed &lt;a href="http://www.webtrafficroi.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZK of Web Traffic ROI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to win the Invesp Top Internet Marketer of 2009. We asked you to vote for ZK instead of us because we felt ZK deserve the win and with it, the recognition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You guys did your part and within a few days ZK was crushing everyone in the contest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;However, it seems that Invesp wanted someone else to win and has removed most of ZK’s votes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you can’t trust Invesp to run a legit contest then how can you really trust them to run your PPC campaigns or optimize your conversions? What a bunch of douche bags!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Invsep. You just got on a shit list!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading this, I must say wow. I cannot believe a company would go as far as rigging a contest! And while not all contests are as illegitimate as this one, it makes me wonder how many other companies actually rig contests to their advantage. I am sorry to see that ZK's votes were removed from the contest. I'm very sure if John Chow felt the way he did about ZK then there's definitely a good reason for it. Just as Invesp deserves the write up about their rigged contest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when I hold contests on my blog I do not play favorites. Sure, I have friends and family members enter some of the contests I host, but they get the same treatment as the rest of my readers and are placed into a random drawing program that selects the winner. I know I would not want to be cheated out of any contest I enter! And it's a damn shame that Invesp would stoop so low!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819177877430491197-6916351915188229523?l=theinsanewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6916351915188229523/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819177877430491197&amp;postID=6916351915188229523" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/6916351915188229523?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/6916351915188229523?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheInsaneWriter/~3/-aaFvucUQeg/they-did-what.html" title="They Did What????" /><author><name>The Insane Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00998211275173307886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00224419626515389002" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/they-did-what.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUMRH47fip7ImA9WxBTE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819177877430491197.post-8812501454946456414</id><published>2009-12-09T12:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T12:11:25.006-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-09T12:11:25.006-06:00</app:edited><title>And the Winner of the Cheerios Books and Barnes and Nobel Prize Pack is....</title><content type="html">Lysa of &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/12583281967293273612"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mafiaprincess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank everyone who entered this contest! I wish I could give out more than one of the same prize pack at a time because I know how exciting it is to be able to win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping to have more giveaways in the near future which I'm very sure I will! So please feel free to check back with me for more goodies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, a big thank you everyone who stopped by the enter the giveaway and a big thank you to cheerios and to myblogspark for allowing me to be a part of this opportunity!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819177877430491197-8812501454946456414?l=theinsanewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/8812501454946456414/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819177877430491197&amp;postID=8812501454946456414" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/8812501454946456414?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/8812501454946456414?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheInsaneWriter/~3/0y6QZY5Usak/and-winner-of-cheerios-books-and-barnes.html" title="And the Winner of the Cheerios Books and Barnes and Nobel Prize Pack is...." /><author><name>The Insane Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00998211275173307886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00224419626515389002" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-winner-of-cheerios-books-and-barnes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UGRXs9cCp7ImA9WxBTEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819177877430491197.post-2617001630863011542</id><published>2009-12-08T10:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:53:44.568-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-08T10:53:44.568-06:00</app:edited><title>2 hours Left For the Book Giveaway and a Little Holiday Humor!</title><content type="html">Only two hours left until my contest ends for the Cheerios, books and the &lt;a href="http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/win-prize-pack-of-books-barnes-and.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$25 Barnes and Nobel gift card giveaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! Contest ends at 1pm central time! This is an awesome prize pack that's sponsored by Cheerios and MyBlogSpark! Only 2 ways to win, so everyone gets a fair chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I can't guarantee this will come in time to use before Christmas, I would like to leave you with some holiday family safe jokes!!! I found them printed on the kids' school newsletter and couldn't resist sharing them! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-z00UZQuz6s/Sx6EeXRmVRI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Y-RMSVwYypw/s1600-h/santa-claus-laughing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-z00UZQuz6s/Sx6EeXRmVRI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Y-RMSVwYypw/s200/santa-claus-laughing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412909459324687634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do elves learn in school?&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The elf-abet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What Christmas Carol is a favorite of parents?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silent Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do you get when you cross a Snowman with a vampire?&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frost Bite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819177877430491197-2617001630863011542?l=theinsanewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2617001630863011542/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819177877430491197&amp;postID=2617001630863011542" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/2617001630863011542?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/2617001630863011542?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheInsaneWriter/~3/DqV2Q5qYoXA/2-hours-left-for-book-giveaway-and.html" title="2 hours Left For the Book Giveaway and a Little Holiday Humor!" /><author><name>The Insane Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00998211275173307886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00224419626515389002" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-z00UZQuz6s/Sx6EeXRmVRI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Y-RMSVwYypw/s72-c/santa-claus-laughing.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-hours-left-for-book-giveaway-and.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIER3c4fyp7ImA9WxBTEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819177877430491197.post-8518170540375810764</id><published>2009-12-08T09:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:41:46.937-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-08T10:41:46.937-06:00</app:edited><title>Warning! If You Shop Online For the Holidays You Need to Read This</title><content type="html">A few weeks ago during &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.buy.com/specialty_store_6b/black-friday-thanksgiving-deals/63214.html"&gt;Black Friday&lt;/a&gt;, I received a gift card that was for online use only. And if you've ever received a gift card by email then you know  that there's a gift code sent to you that's needed in order for you to cash in on that card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not thinking anything of it, I typed the code into the website's claim box and prepared myself for some after Thanksgiving holiday shopping. But instead, what I got was a response stating that this gift code has already been claimed. My first thought was, "Well, maybe I entered it in wrong.", so I tried it again. This time I got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Error, we cannot process this gift code. Please contact customer service. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now I was slightly panicking because I'd planned on using that gift card for Christmas gifts for the kids. At the time we didn't have much Christmas money and what money we were saving we'd planned on using for gas for travel during the holidays to pick kids up, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I talked to customer service, I was told my biggest fear. The gift card had already been claimed and used. They then said they would look into the issue. So then I contacted the sender of the card because I wondered if maybe the same gift card was sent to more than just myself. I learned it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I finally wondered, is it possible someone had hacked into my email account and stolen the code for their own personal use? Yes of course it was and I suddenly found myself angry that someone had stolen my kids' Christmas gifts! What was even worse was the fact that I'd also just read the fine print of the claim code for that card which stated the company was not responsible for lost or stolen gift cards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day had just went from fantastic, to worry, to pissed off -all in a matter of 30 minutes. So I did the only thing I could and went shopping  for Christmas gifts offline. It was a much needed break out of town and lowered my stress level. Which by the way, I'd like to thank my father-in-law for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then about a week later I decided to wrap up my holiday shopping for my husband on the same website I was planning to use the gift card. They had some really unique stuff and since my hubby is so darn picky, I figured this would be a great place to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After placing my order with a credit card, I received a notice stating thank you for your purchase, your gift card balance is now..... So after recovering from a little shock, I called customer service who then stated that yes, my gift card balance was correct and the matter of the issue had been resolved. They gave me no other explanation other than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I checked my email not long after I'd made the phone call and discovered an email from them. In the email it said, the issue has been resolved since it looks like you were able to claim the code and use your gift card. Huh??? I'd never re-entered that code!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even though I have the gift card back, it doesn't mean it really makes up for things. I mean yes, I should be happy I have the gift card. But, I spent more on 5 kids than on the hubby and there's still a remaining balance on the card. I can't simply use that card to make up for the gas money I used from the holiday travel account I was saving and I'm still not sure what exactly happened to the gift card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was there an error on their end and the card's balance just wasn't showing up or did someone really hack into my email account and steal the card's claim code and the company decided to reimburse me for it? Either way it has left me much more cautious to the fact that I won't be sending any online gift cards and I'd prefer not to receive them if at all possible (or if I do I'll be spending them immediately).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for important email I've realized that no email address is safe. Even if it's for business use only. I learned that well after my experience with the holiday gift card. I had a twitter account user send me junk mail to my resume business email address which I don't give out to anyone but major companies that are hiring. Yet, somehow this individual had my email address. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is out to make and steal a buck any way they can and it all boils down to, the easiest way to do that is through email. So please be careful when you're shopping online for the holidays! I don't like the idea of any child going without Christmas gifts all because of a greedy thief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please Note: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is a paid post sponsored by buy.com and payu2blog. Everything I have written above is true and thanks to this sponsored post and both of these companies I'll have a little more cash to add back to that travel account for the holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819177877430491197-8518170540375810764?l=theinsanewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/8518170540375810764/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819177877430491197&amp;postID=8518170540375810764" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/8518170540375810764?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/8518170540375810764?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheInsaneWriter/~3/waz_iz3zZH8/warning-if-you-shop-online-for-holidays.html" title="Warning! If You Shop Online For the Holidays You Need to Read This" /><author><name>The Insane Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00998211275173307886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00224419626515389002" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/warning-if-you-shop-online-for-holidays.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAARXs4fCp7ImA9WxBTEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819177877430491197.post-5302772832609011853</id><published>2009-12-05T11:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T11:22:24.534-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-05T11:22:24.534-06:00</app:edited><title>The Truth is</title><content type="html">Many of the reviews/articles that I write to help companies out haven't been based on actual reviews lately. Instead, I've added a little story into the twist of things to give the company a fun edge rather than leave readers with a review or article that looks like a commercial. I mean seriously? How many of us sit through the commercial breaks during our favorite television shows or movies. I know I'm one that gets up and takes that break time to use the bathroom or get somethimg to drink. And of course now there's Tivo which allows you to fast forward through those commercial breaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, new rules and regulations are coming out where it seems like you must be truthful and positive about your reviews. No lying. I have to agree with that rule, actually. I won't lie about a product I've never used. If I'm interested in it, I will say so. If I've used it I will say so. But be positive about it when I hate that product? I don't think so! And for products I have no idea what they're like? I input them into stories and give those little unknown companies a chance, anyway. Everyone has to survive and make a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now here I am once again with another review on &lt;a href="http://www.adipexreviews.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adipex reviews&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I'll tell you how I feel about diet pills.... It's good if you really need to lose weight, but in my opinion I do not believe that diet pills are the answer. And in some ways this website doesn't either. I say some because they approve of other diet pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll tell you something else, the website link says that Adipex is FDA approved and the number one diet pill in america, yet they also say it's been sold under various names. Why disguise a diet pill if it really works? That would be a huge concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another huge concern. Any chemical filled pill will always have side effects. This one includes shortness of breath, allergic reactions, extreme weight gain, swelling, chest pain, unusual thoughts or behavior, severe headaches, blurred vision, buzzing in your ears, uneven heartbeats, and seizures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's the extreme weight gain issue. Hmm and they're supposed to help you lose weight? And then there's seizures and uneven heartbeats. Ohh and of course unusual behavior??? WOW. No thank you! I mean I know this world is insane enough as it is, but I don't want to see people eating dirt or wearing an ice cream cone for a hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother nature never intended for us to put harmful chemicals into our bodies, so why do it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819177877430491197-5302772832609011853?l=theinsanewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/5302772832609011853/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819177877430491197&amp;postID=5302772832609011853" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/5302772832609011853?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/5302772832609011853?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheInsaneWriter/~3/Kq0QOPpPio0/truth-is.html" title="The Truth is" /><author><name>The Insane Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00998211275173307886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00224419626515389002" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/truth-is.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAARHo6cCp7ImA9WxNaF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819177877430491197.post-7334371364680753831</id><published>2009-12-01T20:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:25:45.418-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-01T20:25:45.418-06:00</app:edited><title>And the Award Goes to.......Me!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-z00UZQuz6s/SxXPN77Z67I/AAAAAAAAAbo/F6AhbawgvBs/s1600/Heartfelt+Blog+Award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-z00UZQuz6s/SxXPN77Z67I/AAAAAAAAAbo/F6AhbawgvBs/s200/Heartfelt+Blog+Award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410458365687622578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently I'm getting this great Heartfelt Blog Award from Lauren of &lt;a href="http://thinkspin.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Think Spin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I have no idea why! But thank you and ain't the award perrtty! If you have not already visited Lauren's blogs, it's an absolute must. She's seriously aka funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my biggest problem is I'm supposed to errm pass this award along to up to nine other deserving blogs. But, I just can't pick nine or less!!! There are so many great blogs out there that it's difficult to choose just nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean to name a few there is Momfile, Think Spin, John Chow, Word Vixen and the list goes on and on and on and on.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819177877430491197-7334371364680753831?l=theinsanewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7334371364680753831/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819177877430491197&amp;postID=7334371364680753831" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/7334371364680753831?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/7334371364680753831?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheInsaneWriter/~3/_dNyfheDFh8/and-award-goes-tome.html" title="And the Award Goes to.......Me!" /><author><name>The Insane Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00998211275173307886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00224419626515389002" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-z00UZQuz6s/SxXPN77Z67I/AAAAAAAAAbo/F6AhbawgvBs/s72-c/Heartfelt+Blog+Award.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-award-goes-tome.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMMQXo7fCp7ImA9WxNaFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819177877430491197.post-1154120618407578003</id><published>2009-12-01T12:16:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T13:08:00.404-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-01T13:08:00.404-06:00</app:edited><title>Win a Prize Pack of Books, Barnes and Noble $25 Gift Card and Cheerios Cereal!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-z00UZQuz6s/SxVoHaAiA4I/AAAAAAAAAbg/9lv4FHEDWKs/s1600/Birthday+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-z00UZQuz6s/SxVoHaAiA4I/AAAAAAAAAbg/9lv4FHEDWKs/s320/Birthday+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410345003805442946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a biggy folks! Thanks to the Cheerios 100,000 Book Giveaway program and Myblogspark I just received a box of goodies including:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a box of frosted cheerios &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 children's books  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a $25 Gift Card from Barnes and Noble&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've already used my gift card to purchase Christmas goodies for the kids and I'm giving the books as gifts for Christmas as well. The books are really neat because they can be read in both English and Spanish. It's a great way for your child to learn another language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I am also giving away that same prize pack to one of my readers thanks to Cheerios and Myblogspark! But first let me tell you a little bit about the Cheerios 100,000 Book Giveaway program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Cheerios is doing is offering 20,000 books to five lucky states and you can help for free! The top five states (Oklahoma is currently #1) who receive the most votes will get 20,000 books for their state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested in helping out you can visit &lt;a href="http://www.firstbook.org/Scieszka"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.FirstBook.org/Scieszka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. From there you'll be asked a series of questions that you and your child can answer. They're simple questions from a different children's books. For every answer you get right you can cast your vote for the state of your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this is optional for you to enter and win the giveaway,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will give an extra entry if you vote and tell me the correct answer for the question of&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Playtime in Trucktown&lt;/span&gt;, how many spare tires should Gabriella watch out for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you'll also need to leave me a comment telling me what your email address is in order to enter this giveaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;only 2 ways to win&lt;/span&gt;. I'm making this simple and easy this time around. However, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you must be a U.S. Resident to win&lt;/span&gt;. Contest ends at: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1pm central time Tuesday December 8th. &lt;/span&gt;Good Luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819177877430491197-1154120618407578003?l=theinsanewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1154120618407578003/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819177877430491197&amp;postID=1154120618407578003" title="33 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/1154120618407578003?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819177877430491197/posts/default/1154120618407578003?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheInsaneWriter/~3/vznCKVcuK5Q/win-prize-pack-of-books-barnes-and.html" title="Win a Prize Pack of Books, Barnes and Noble $25 Gift Card and Cheerios Cereal!" /><author><name>The Insane Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00998211275173307886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00224419626515389002" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-z00UZQuz6s/SxVoHaAiA4I/AAAAAAAAAbg/9lv4FHEDWKs/s72-c/Birthday+042.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">33</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/win-prize-pack-of-books-barnes-and.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
