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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/SmUG8T5GjBI/AAAAAAAABJg/ajeWllpIRkI/s1600-h/motivational-posters-funny-081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/SmUG8T5GjBI/AAAAAAAABJg/ajeWllpIRkI/s320/motivational-posters-funny-081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360698564656139282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/SmUG8OchGXI/AAAAAAAABJY/DAw8zIpkgOA/s1600-h/motivational-funny-posters-3-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/SmUG8OchGXI/AAAAAAAABJY/DAw8zIpkgOA/s320/motivational-funny-posters-3-21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360698563194067314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477389187860256470-7036027573352897490?l=theshedoutback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheShedOutBack/~3/1Xmio2fQU0E/some-posters.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/SmUG8T5GjBI/AAAAAAAABJg/ajeWllpIRkI/s72-c/motivational-posters-funny-081.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theshedoutback.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-posters.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477389187860256470.post-6829311026127505885</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 22:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-18T17:26:41.865-05:00</atom:updated><title>Hodge Podge of Crap</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes I have been remiss...&lt;br /&gt;But Wil keeps posting everything&lt;br /&gt;So..here is a bunch of pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/SmJL66e_1TI/AAAAAAAABJA/YhLz-XgcUNk/s1600-h/Flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/SmJL66e_1TI/AAAAAAAABJA/YhLz-XgcUNk/s320/Flower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359929982028076338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/SmJL6r4wIuI/AAAAAAAABI4/fPcT_OVOMtU/s1600-h/3+1+had+me+at+hello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/SmJL6r4wIuI/AAAAAAAABI4/fPcT_OVOMtU/s320/3+1+had+me+at+hello.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359929978109567714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/SmJL6bYE95I/AAAAAAAABIw/4uz2SRIYsAE/s1600-h/feld04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/SmJL6bYE95I/AAAAAAAABIw/4uz2SRIYsAE/s320/feld04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359929973677553554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/SmJL6OzwagI/AAAAAAAABIo/kWUbXAmgV8U/s1600-h/wheeler_reid_stuff0204_04c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/SmJL6OzwagI/AAAAAAAABIo/kWUbXAmgV8U/s320/wheeler_reid_stuff0204_04c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359929970303986178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/SmJL6EiKLAI/AAAAAAAABIg/T9s2o_lgW0E/s1600-h/marcello_morgili017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/SmJL6EiKLAI/AAAAAAAABIg/T9s2o_lgW0E/s320/marcello_morgili017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359929967545822210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7477389187860256470-6829311026127505885?l=theshedoutback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheShedOutBack/~3/S48XPotvf3I/hodge-podge-of-crap.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/SmJL66e_1TI/AAAAAAAABJA/YhLz-XgcUNk/s72-c/Flower.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theshedoutback.blogspot.com/2009/07/hodge-podge-of-crap.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477389187860256470.post-4211392857244183903</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Jun 2009 15:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-28T10:40:15.881-05:00</atom:updated><title>Sunday's Funnies</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Take a dog on your next picnic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/SkeMpAebB3I/AAAAAAAABIQ/3ln14D6dhVk/s1600-h/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/SkeMpAebB3I/AAAAAAAABIQ/3ln14D6dhVk/s320/dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352401318283249522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:6;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;Italian Golfer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span family="SANSSERIF" pt="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:6;"   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span family="SANSSERIF" pt="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;An 80-year-old  Italian goes to the doctor&lt;br /&gt;for a check-up. The doctor is amazed at&lt;br /&gt;what good  shape the guy is in and asks,&lt;br /&gt;"How do you stay in such&lt;br /&gt;great physical  condition?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;"I'm Italian and I am a  golfer," says the old guy.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm up well before daylight and out golfing.&lt;br /&gt;I have a glass of vino, and all is well.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;"Well"  says the doctor, "I'm sure that helps,&lt;br /&gt;but there's got to be  more to it. How  old was your&lt;br /&gt;Father when he died?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;"Who  said my Father's dead?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor is amazed. "You mean you're&lt;br /&gt;80  years old and your Father's still alive?&lt;br /&gt;How old is he?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's 100 years old," says the Old Italian golfer..&lt;br /&gt;"In  fact he golfed with me this morning, and then&lt;br /&gt;we went to the topless beach  for a walk and had&lt;br /&gt;a little vino and that's why he's still alive.&lt;br /&gt;He's  Italian and  he's a golfer, too.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," the doctor  says, "that's great, but I'm&lt;br /&gt;sure there's more to it than that. How&lt;br /&gt;about  your Father's Father? How&lt;br /&gt;old was he when he died?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who said my Nono's dead?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunned,  the doctor asks, "you mean you're&lt;br /&gt;80 years old and your grandfather's&lt;br /&gt;still  living! Incredible, how old is he?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's 118  years old," says the Old Italian golfer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor  is getting frustrated at this point,&lt;br /&gt;"So, I guess he went golfing with you  this&lt;br /&gt;morning, too?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, Nono couldn't go  this morning because&lt;br /&gt;he's getting married today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the doctor is close to losing it.&lt;br /&gt;"Getting  married!!  Why would a 118 year- old&lt;br /&gt;guy want to get married?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span family="SANSSERIF" pt="" style=";font-family:Verdana;"  lang="0"&gt;"Who said he wanted to?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OOPS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span family="SERIF" pt=""  lang="0" style="font-family:Times New Roman CYR;"&gt;Roy, an undertaker, came home with a&lt;br /&gt;black eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What  happened to you?" asked his wife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had a terrible day," replies Roy.&lt;br /&gt;"I had to go to a hotel and pick up a man&lt;br /&gt;who had died in his sleep.  When I got there,&lt;br /&gt;the manager said they couldn't get him into a&lt;br /&gt;body bag  because he had this huge erection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I find the room and, sure  enough,&lt;br /&gt;there's this big naked guy lying on the bed&lt;br /&gt;with this huge  erection.&lt;br /&gt;So I grabbed it with both hands and tried to&lt;br /&gt;snap it in  half."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see," says his wife. "But how did you get&lt;br /&gt;the black  eye?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy: "Wrong room."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7L45qUFabR0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7L45qUFabR0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/7477389187860256470-4211392857244183903?l=theshedoutback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheShedOutBack/~3/Q2jhWhMGfqI/sundays-funnies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/SkeMpAebB3I/AAAAAAAABIQ/3ln14D6dhVk/s72-c/dog.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theshedoutback.blogspot.com/2009/06/sundays-funnies.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477389187860256470.post-8723847416978796753</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Jun 2009 20:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-24T16:07:39.778-05:00</atom:updated><title>Wednesday's Whoops!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok..I am NOT trying to copy &lt;a href="http://www.wilharrison-com.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wil's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I saw this and was just utterly&lt;br /&gt;shocked. It is amazing how some people&lt;br /&gt;survive life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gqSOvUH_njE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gqSOvUH_njE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/7477389187860256470-8723847416978796753?l=theshedoutback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheShedOutBack/~3/1lgVzeRNaaI/wednesdays-whoops.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theshedoutback.blogspot.com/2009/06/wednesdays-whoops.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477389187860256470.post-6988582411957435066</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Jun 2009 04:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-21T00:08:30.563-05:00</atom:updated><title>Some More Funnies..</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sj28PE1vo9I/AAAAAAAABHo/57vESOR4glo/s1600-h/funny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sj28PE1vo9I/AAAAAAAABHo/57vESOR4glo/s320/funny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349638899569238994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span family="SANSSERIF" pt="" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"   lang="0"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sj2-7rSjbBI/AAAAAAAABIA/VFNrXptET1c/s1600-h/prettywhitetwinklesblkbg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 20px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sj2-7rSjbBI/AAAAAAAABIA/VFNrXptET1c/s320/prettywhitetwinklesblkbg.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349641864828120082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Two guys are drinking in a bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SANSSERIF" pt="" style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:18;"   lang="0"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span family="SANSSERIF" pt="" style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span family="SERIF" pt="" style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"   lang="0"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SANSSERIF" pt=""  lang="0" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;One says: "Did you know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Verdana;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""  lang="0"&gt;Moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span family="SANSSERIF" pt=""  lang="0" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; have sex 10 to 15 times&lt;br /&gt;a night?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span family="SANSSERIF" pt="" style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span family="SANSSERIF" pt="" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"   lang="0"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Aw shit..," says his friend,&lt;br /&gt;"and I just  joined the &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;VFW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span family="SERIF" pt="" style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:18;"   lang="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sj2-7rSjbBI/AAAAAAAABIA/VFNrXptET1c/s1600-h/prettywhitetwinklesblkbg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 20px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sj2-7rSjbBI/AAAAAAAABIA/VFNrXptET1c/s320/prettywhitetwinklesblkbg.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349641864828120082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;Peach Farmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SANSSERIF" pt="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;A farmer was selling his peaches &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;door  to door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He knocked on a door and a shapely 30 something&lt;br /&gt;woman dressed in a  very sheer negligee answered the door&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He raised his  basket to show her&lt;br /&gt;the peaches and asked,&lt;br /&gt;'Would you like to buy some  peaches?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pulled the top of the negligee&lt;br /&gt;to one side and  asked,&lt;br /&gt;'Are they as firm as this?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nodded his  head and said,&lt;br /&gt;'Yes ma'am,' and a little a tear ran from&lt;br /&gt;his  eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she pulled the other side of her negligee off asking,&lt;br /&gt;'Are they nice and pink like this?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer  said, Yes,' and another tear came from the other eye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She unbuttoned  the bottom of her&lt;br /&gt;negligee and asked,&lt;br /&gt;'Are they as fuzzy as  this?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He again said, 'Yes,'&lt;br /&gt;and broke  down crying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked, 'Why on earth are you  crying?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drying his eyes he replied, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;''The drought got  my corn, the flood got my soy beans, a tornado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;leveled my barn,  and now I think I'm gonna get screwed out of my peaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SERIF" pt="" style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:18;"   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sj2-7rSjbBI/AAAAAAAABIA/VFNrXptET1c/s1600-h/prettywhitetwinklesblkbg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 20px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sj2-7rSjbBI/AAAAAAAABIA/VFNrXptET1c/s320/prettywhitetwinklesblkbg.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349641864828120082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sj2-D7GKEHI/AAAAAAAABHw/dxkSUJbRM9E/s1600-h/gfd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sj2-D7GKEHI/AAAAAAAABHw/dxkSUJbRM9E/s320/gfd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349640906998419570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477389187860256470-6988582411957435066?l=theshedoutback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheShedOutBack/~3/X9GFW3PzzCY/some-more-funnies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sj28PE1vo9I/AAAAAAAABHo/57vESOR4glo/s72-c/funny.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theshedoutback.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-more-funnies.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477389187860256470.post-7306998663228086272</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Jun 2009 02:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-18T22:00:25.805-05:00</atom:updated><title>Just  Some Funnies</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sjr-tBp_gJI/AAAAAAAABHg/dtDLGAdrItQ/s1600-h/flowerbar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 29px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sjr-tBp_gJI/AAAAAAAABHg/dtDLGAdrItQ/s320/flowerbar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348867556948017298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT" pt="" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;"   lang="0"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;How can a man tell his woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SANSSERIF" pt="" style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:18;"   lang="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is too fat for  him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT" pt="" style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:36;"   lang="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span family="SANSSERIF" pt="" style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:18;"   lang="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When she sits on his face,&lt;br /&gt;he can't  hear the stereo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sjr-tBp_gJI/AAAAAAAABHg/dtDLGAdrItQ/s1600-h/flowerbar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 29px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sjr-tBp_gJI/AAAAAAAABHg/dtDLGAdrItQ/s320/flowerbar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348867556948017298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" family="SANSSERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;While on a road trip, an elderly couple stopped at a roadside&lt;br /&gt;restaurant for  lunch. After finishing their meal,&lt;br /&gt;they left the restaurant and resumed their  trip.&lt;br /&gt;When leaving, the elderly woman unknowingly left her&lt;br /&gt;glasses on the  table and she didn't miss them until&lt;br /&gt;they had been driving about twenty  minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span family="SANSSERIF" pt="" style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:18;"   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span family="SANSSERIF" pt="" style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"   lang="0"&gt;All the way back to retrieve the glasses,&lt;br /&gt;the  husband became the classic grouchy old man.&lt;br /&gt;He fussed and complained and  scolded his wife relentlessly&lt;br /&gt;during the entire return drive.&lt;br /&gt;The more  he chided her -- the more agitated&lt;br /&gt;he became. He just wouldn't let  up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span family="SANSSERIF" pt="" style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"   lang="0"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span family="SANSSERIF" pt="" style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To her relief, they finally arrived at the  restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;As the woman got out of the car and hurried inside&lt;br /&gt;to retrieve  her glasses, the old geezer yelled&lt;br /&gt;to her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span family="SANSSERIF" pt="" style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"   lang="0"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span family="SANSSERIF" pt="" style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:18;"   lang="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'While you're in  there, you might as well&lt;br /&gt;get my hat and the credit card!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:Century;font-size:130%;" family="SERIF" pt=""   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sjr-tBp_gJI/AAAAAAAABHg/dtDLGAdrItQ/s1600-h/flowerbar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 29px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sjr-tBp_gJI/AAAAAAAABHg/dtDLGAdrItQ/s320/flowerbar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348867556948017298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A  man was driving when a traffic camera flashed.&lt;br /&gt;He thought  his picture was  taken for exceeding&lt;br /&gt;the speed limit, even  though he knew he was&lt;br /&gt;not  speeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to be sure, he went around the block and&lt;br /&gt;passed the  same spot, driving even more slowly,&lt;br /&gt;but again the camera  flashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought this was quite funny, so he slowed&lt;br /&gt;down even  further as he drove past  the area, but&lt;br /&gt;the traffic camera flashed yet  again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried a fourth time with the same result.&lt;br /&gt;The fifth time  he was  laughing when the camera \&lt;br /&gt;flashed as he rolled past at a snail's  pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later, he got five traffic fine letters&lt;br /&gt;in the mail  for.........&lt;br /&gt;driving without a seat belt.&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/7477389187860256470-7306998663228086272?l=theshedoutback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheShedOutBack/~3/fbR8ckcpph0/just-some-funnies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sjr-tBp_gJI/AAAAAAAABHg/dtDLGAdrItQ/s72-c/flowerbar.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theshedoutback.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-some-funnies.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477389187860256470.post-5778680997034812989</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Jun 2009 19:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-12T14:39:15.505-05:00</atom:updated><title>Your First......</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Who was your FIRST prom date?&lt;br /&gt;Did not go to Prom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you still talk to your FIRST love?&lt;br /&gt;Have not seen him since I left NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was your 1st alcoholic drink?&lt;br /&gt;Bud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What was your FIRST job?&lt;br /&gt;Workin for my Aunt in her house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What was your FIRST car?&lt;br /&gt;84 Ford Escort Station wagon lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who was the FIRST person to text you today?&lt;br /&gt;Wil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who is the FIRST person you thought of this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Wil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who was your FIRST grade teacher?&lt;br /&gt;I can not remember her name..but I remember she was&lt;br /&gt;very tall..wide in the rear and smelled like Vicks lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Where did you go on your FIRST ride on an airplane?&lt;br /&gt;Oklahoma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who was your FIRST friend &amp;amp; do you still talk?&lt;br /&gt;Charisse, and yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Where was your FIRST sleep over?&lt;br /&gt;Can not remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who was the FIRST person you talked to today?&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Whose wedding were you in the FIRST time?&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Susie's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What was the FIRST thing you did this morning&lt;br /&gt;Went potty then made some eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What was the FIRST concert you ever went to?&lt;br /&gt;Neil Diamond..don't laugh..I was only 10 lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. FIRST tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;Unicorn on my left shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. First piercing?&lt;br /&gt;-ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. First foreign country you've been to&lt;br /&gt;-Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. FIRST movie you remember seeing?&lt;br /&gt;Who comes up with these questions??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. When was your FIRST detention?&lt;br /&gt;Never had it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What was the first state you lived in?&lt;br /&gt;- New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Who was your FIRST roommate?&lt;br /&gt;Danny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. If you had one wish. What would it be?&lt;br /&gt;to Turn back time...lol gotta love Cher lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What is something you would learn if you had the chance?&lt;br /&gt;learn the ability to read people's minds LMAO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477389187860256470-5778680997034812989?l=theshedoutback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheShedOutBack/~3/R7GUJW2JTzs/your-first.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theshedoutback.blogspot.com/2009/06/your-first.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477389187860256470.post-1812223509578317491</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Jun 2009 00:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-05T19:41:04.940-05:00</atom:updated><title>Something Different</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While I was on AOL, a friend sent me this&lt;br /&gt;link. So I clicked on it and what I saw was impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me your thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No musical instruments were used..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wimp.com/choirhands/"&gt;Rain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7477389187860256470-1812223509578317491?l=theshedoutback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheShedOutBack/~3/13qo2U_uG3M/something-different.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theshedoutback.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-different.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477389187860256470.post-384084607152001054</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2009 16:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-04T11:46:43.039-05:00</atom:updated><title>Wil &amp; Heff Scooped again!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="featured1ct" class="current"&gt;&lt;span&gt;David Carradine&lt;br /&gt;At age 72, dies in Bankok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sif5QCRJzBI/AAAAAAAABGg/g9g2DxFvXaY/s1600-h/cannes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sif5QCRJzBI/AAAAAAAABGg/g9g2DxFvXaY/s320/cannes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343513536780422162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The star of the 1970s TV series "Kung Fu" who also had&lt;br /&gt;a wide-ranging career in the movies, has been found&lt;br /&gt;dead in the Thai capital, Bangkok. A news report said he&lt;br /&gt;was found hanged in his hotel room and was believed&lt;br /&gt;to have committed suicide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sif5pKVim6I/AAAAAAAABGo/JaTycopmiWQ/s1600-h/dc-bald2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sif5pKVim6I/AAAAAAAABGo/JaTycopmiWQ/s320/dc-bald2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343513968443038626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kung Fu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sif5pS1_5aI/AAAAAAAABGw/J5e80Z7DFj4/s1600-h/dc-bill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sif5pS1_5aI/AAAAAAAABGw/J5e80Z7DFj4/s320/dc-bill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343513970726659490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kill Bill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 1936 -  June 2009&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P&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/7477389187860256470-384084607152001054?l=theshedoutback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheShedOutBack/~3/DBxqZDqJ6To/wil-heff-scooped-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sif5QCRJzBI/AAAAAAAABGg/g9g2DxFvXaY/s72-c/cannes.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theshedoutback.blogspot.com/2009/06/wil-heff-scooped-again.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477389187860256470.post-6140293884844386966</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2009 00:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-03T19:14:00.238-05:00</atom:updated><title>Take my Poll</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This seems to be the new thing lately&lt;br /&gt;So here it is..&lt;br /&gt;Do your best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www02.quizyourfriends.com/take-quiz.php?id=0906032001275753&amp;amp;a=1&amp;amp;&amp;amp;"&gt;Know Your Gina&lt;/a&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/7477389187860256470-6140293884844386966?l=theshedoutback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheShedOutBack/~3/GfDZMlcXs7o/take-my-poll.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theshedoutback.blogspot.com/2009/06/take-my-poll.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477389187860256470.post-3723031632033837872</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2009 18:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-01T14:16:24.174-05:00</atom:updated><title>Last Leg of Mini Trip</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Graduation done. Exhaustion ensues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned from dropping Bob and his&lt;br /&gt;girlfriend, Christina off in Sylvania and head back&lt;br /&gt;to Statesboro. By the time I get back to the Hotel, Mom&lt;br /&gt;and Danielle are already asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pack. LOL&lt;br /&gt;I am already anxious to get home, I pack everything&lt;br /&gt;I can so in the morning, I just have to get up, get&lt;br /&gt;washed up and dressed, load the car and I can head&lt;br /&gt;back to Sylvania to see Bob once more before I head&lt;br /&gt;out to Atlanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Danielle head down for the complimentary&lt;br /&gt;breakfast the hotel offers with a promise I would meet&lt;br /&gt;them in a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I do not know about anyone else, but when I know&lt;br /&gt;I have a long travel day ahead of me, I do not like to&lt;br /&gt;leave with a full stomach. You never know if&lt;br /&gt;something you ate will not agree with you in the middle&lt;br /&gt;of nowhere lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A discussion was had with my Mother. Some old things&lt;br /&gt;were brought up and I spoke my parting comment and&lt;br /&gt;left to go smoke a cigarette. Mom soon followed and&lt;br /&gt;as we always do..we hash out a few more things before&lt;br /&gt;we make up. It is always like that with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said our farewells and spoke of calling each other&lt;br /&gt;later. and I headed back to Sylvania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a few videos on my cell for Wil.&lt;br /&gt;~which I will post later~&lt;br /&gt;And arrived at Bob's house. Everyone but him was still&lt;br /&gt;asleep so we had a few minutes before I took off and&lt;br /&gt;started back to Atlanta. While I was driving, Wil and I&lt;br /&gt;spoke and he said he called the airlines to see if I could&lt;br /&gt;get an earlier flight since I would be there hours before&lt;br /&gt;I needed to be. He got me on standby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to Atlanta, refill the tank and drop off the car.&lt;br /&gt;Once again carrying that heavy ass bag I go through&lt;br /&gt;the airport to where the gate is.&lt;br /&gt;AND GUESS WHAT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in all my life of flying..the gate I&lt;br /&gt;needed to get to was right there by the escalator!!&lt;br /&gt;WHOO HOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I check in, and find out there are 17 others on standby.&lt;br /&gt;So I wait...and wait..and wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they call my name! YES! I will be home 4 hours&lt;br /&gt;earlier then expected. I end up near the front, sitting&lt;br /&gt;between two Mexicans. 3 behind me and 2 in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight was pretty quick and we get into Chicago&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful nephew Nick and his girlfriend, Karis&lt;br /&gt;picked me up and brought me home. It was around&lt;br /&gt;then I started to feel ... blah. But I put it down to the&lt;br /&gt;long day of driving, the getting through the airports and&lt;br /&gt;the flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy was I wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I woke and worked my 12 hour shift.&lt;br /&gt;By Monday morning I was ill.&lt;br /&gt;My nose was running, I was having a hard time&lt;br /&gt;breathing and I was coughing so hard I would give&lt;br /&gt;myself a headache.&lt;br /&gt;By Tuesday I had to get to the clinic. Swine flu was the&lt;br /&gt;first thought in Wil and my heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tested for it. Given meds and sent home.&lt;br /&gt;By Wednesday I was so ill I was getting frightened.&lt;br /&gt;The cough medicine the Dr prescribed was making&lt;br /&gt;me unbalanced. To the fact that I had fallen in the&lt;br /&gt;bathroom when I went to pick something up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called the clinic and they told me not to take it&lt;br /&gt;anymore. But I still had the Z-Pak antibiotics to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here it is a week later and I am sure it was not&lt;br /&gt;Swine flu..but pneumonia which I am now prone to.&lt;br /&gt;I can only wonder at what will happen next....&lt;br /&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/7477389187860256470-3723031632033837872?l=theshedoutback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheShedOutBack/~3/HKEAXr7SxnI/last-leg-of-mini-trip.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theshedoutback.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-leg-of-mini-trip.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477389187860256470.post-385474388757727168</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 May 2009 20:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-30T15:43:24.692-05:00</atom:updated><title>More of the Mini Trip</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day of Graduation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up I had 4 text messages.&lt;br /&gt;The most important was the one from Bob.&lt;br /&gt;He was at rehearsal and would let me know when&lt;br /&gt;he was done so I could go back to Sylvania and&lt;br /&gt;pick him up. So Mom and I could shower some&lt;br /&gt;much needed attention on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showered, got dressed and checked mail&lt;br /&gt;real fast when I got the text. Meeting place&lt;br /&gt;arranged, I left the Hotel and headed to Sylvania&lt;br /&gt;to pick him up at a friend's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met his friend's mother and sat for a few&lt;br /&gt;minutes. It was time to head back&lt;br /&gt;to Statesboro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting up with Mom, we head out to the Mall.&lt;br /&gt;Well..area where there are a few stores..lol&lt;br /&gt;Between Mom &amp;amp; I, we get Bob,&lt;br /&gt;Pants&lt;br /&gt;Shirt&lt;br /&gt;Tie&lt;br /&gt;Boxers&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is set. So we decide to feed our hunger&lt;br /&gt;and go to Ruby Tuesday's&lt;br /&gt;Food was pretty good and I of course went to&lt;br /&gt;town on the salad bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was back to the Hotel so Bob could shower and&lt;br /&gt;get dressed. As he got dressed it hit me. My baby has&lt;br /&gt;grown up. He fought against many problems&lt;br /&gt;and things and made it.&lt;br /&gt;He got his High School Diploma.&lt;br /&gt;He was no longer a little boy that played with&lt;br /&gt;his action figure toys.&lt;br /&gt;He was a graduate and heading into the Army&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/SiGaNTex2SI/AAAAAAAABGY/vXxcPqFzN9U/s1600-h/bobs+graduation+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/SiGaNTex2SI/AAAAAAAABGY/vXxcPqFzN9U/s320/bobs+graduation+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341720186396465442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say it was a VERY happy day for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation went well. It stopped raining long enough&lt;br /&gt;for the ceremony. And despite some BS drama&lt;br /&gt;stemming from my daughter,&lt;br /&gt;all went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/SiGaCt9iiMI/AAAAAAAABGQ/QDCmEhChs6U/s1600-h/bobs+graduation+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/SiGaCt9iiMI/AAAAAAAABGQ/QDCmEhChs6U/s320/bobs+graduation+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341720004526246082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all headed to Chili's for dinner, then I dropped the&lt;br /&gt;kids off and headed back to the Hotel. The next day,&lt;br /&gt;I would be saying bye to Mom, Danielle and Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last bit coming soon.&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/7477389187860256470-385474388757727168?l=theshedoutback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheShedOutBack/~3/89e35qgC0i0/more-of-mini-trip.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/SiGaNTex2SI/AAAAAAAABGY/vXxcPqFzN9U/s72-c/bobs+graduation+001.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theshedoutback.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-of-mini-trip.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477389187860256470.post-5550821050934551444</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2009 23:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-28T19:04:58.287-05:00</atom:updated><title>More on the Mini Trip</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I made it to Statesboro!&lt;br /&gt;Whoo Hoo!!&lt;br /&gt;First people I got to see was my Mother and&lt;br /&gt;a family friend that had flown down with my Mother.&lt;br /&gt;Got the car unloaded and the first thing to get hooked up?&lt;br /&gt;The Laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sh8cve105XI/AAAAAAAABF4/aGLxTz_GfiY/s1600-h/0305-hp_pavilion_dv6500t_laptop_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sh8cve105XI/AAAAAAAABF4/aGLxTz_GfiY/s320/0305-hp_pavilion_dv6500t_laptop_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341019285142955378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was absolutely thrilled of course that we would&lt;br /&gt;have internet access.&lt;br /&gt;All email could be checked without hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All during this of course were the texts &amp;amp; calls&lt;br /&gt;from both offspring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;When are you coming to Sylvania?"&lt;br /&gt;"How much longer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeeezum!!&lt;br /&gt;And they call me impatient lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back into the crappy car I go for a 30 minute&lt;br /&gt;drive to old Sylvania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sh8eyWR2mRI/AAAAAAAABGA/gy950M6XoFw/s1600-h/0522091056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sh8eyWR2mRI/AAAAAAAABGA/gy950M6XoFw/s320/0522091056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341021533407451410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;~the gray one is the one I was given~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much has changed there except the highway&lt;br /&gt;to Savannah. I first pick up the son at the library,&lt;br /&gt;and choke him in a big hug the second he got into the car.&lt;br /&gt;Then on to pick up the oldest, Krystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we find her dwelling and get out of the car for&lt;br /&gt;the first hug in almost 2 and a half years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pile into the car again for another trip BACK to&lt;br /&gt;Statesboro to meet up with Mom and Danielle.&lt;br /&gt;We meet at a favorite restaurant, Ryan's.&lt;br /&gt;Food, drink, talk and lots of those awesome rolls&lt;br /&gt;were enjoyed. During which I am sweating so bad&lt;br /&gt;I am needing some cooling off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the hotel, Krystal and I proceed to change to&lt;br /&gt;go swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sh8fWq_GGmI/AAAAAAAABGI/BijleJSlhlQ/s1600-h/0522091751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sh8fWq_GGmI/AAAAAAAABGI/BijleJSlhlQ/s320/0522091751.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341022157441210978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the funny part..hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob and I go down to the pool ahead of the others. He&lt;br /&gt;takes a seat and I step into the FREEZING water. But,&lt;br /&gt;I keep going till I can slowly make my way to the side and&lt;br /&gt;just cool off. Down comes Krystal. Running. I grin and wink to&lt;br /&gt;Robert and look at Krys with a VERY innocent look and say.&lt;br /&gt;"It is better if you just jump in!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...she did...HAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;She came up and shrieked.&lt;br /&gt;I could not stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Neither could her brother or my mother.&lt;br /&gt;That will teach her to jump in without some caution...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for now..more to come soon!&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/7477389187860256470-5550821050934551444?l=theshedoutback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheShedOutBack/~3/Za1AdZaYxow/more-on-mini-trip.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sh8cve105XI/AAAAAAAABF4/aGLxTz_GfiY/s72-c/0305-hp_pavilion_dv6500t_laptop_1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theshedoutback.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-on-mini-trip.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477389187860256470.post-961428958630580043</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 May 2009 12:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-24T08:41:05.777-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Robert</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Graduation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Flying</category><title>The Mini Trip</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am a VERY proud mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few days I have faced flying,&lt;br /&gt;driving LONG hours in a crappy &lt;a href="http://www.kiamotors.com/"&gt;Kia&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;sleeping in a Hotel beside my mother and other&lt;br /&gt;mini annoyances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All to witness the end of an era.&lt;br /&gt;My only son, Robert has graduated High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/ShlN0OmJ9qI/AAAAAAAABFo/52nx8K2FEV4/s1600-h/100_1361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/ShlN0OmJ9qI/AAAAAAAABFo/52nx8K2FEV4/s320/100_1361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339384392891102882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving Thursday morning, Wil took me to meet&lt;br /&gt;the shuttle bus that would take me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flychicago.com/midway/MidwayHomepage.shtm"&gt;Midway&lt;/a&gt; airport. We got there in plenty time so there&lt;br /&gt;was no rushing around for once. The bus showed&lt;br /&gt;up on time and soon enough I was settled in a&lt;br /&gt;comfortable seat and waving to Wil through the&lt;br /&gt;window as the bus headed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at the airport, I hefted my heavy bag&lt;br /&gt;and headed to the &lt;a href="http://www.airtran.com/Home.aspx"&gt;AirTran&lt;/a&gt; check in counter &amp;amp; got&lt;br /&gt;my boarding pass. Then it was time to head to security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Removing shoes and laptop, I walked through &amp;amp; my bag&lt;br /&gt;was flagged. Yep! I did remember not to bring&lt;br /&gt;shampoo or conditioner or any other personal hygiene bottle&lt;br /&gt;but forgot the Nyquil bottle. So..they had to test the contents&lt;br /&gt;to be sure it was not some kind of explosive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was done quickly with a few quips exchanged&lt;br /&gt;between the Security personnel and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneakers donned, &lt;a href="http://www.vicks.com/"&gt;Nyquil&lt;/a&gt; returned to the bag, I&lt;br /&gt;headed to the LAST gate!! Damn it, why is it EVERY&lt;br /&gt;time I fly...my gate is always the furthest one??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short wait, we board the plane.&lt;br /&gt;I HAD ordered a window seat. I got an aisle seat.&lt;br /&gt;So when the cart came passed, I would get my elbow&lt;br /&gt;clocked. Super.&lt;br /&gt;Take off, landing. All went without a hitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atlanta-airport.com/"&gt;Atlanta Airport&lt;/a&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is HUGE!!&lt;br /&gt;It even has it's own train system!&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I was misdirected three times before&lt;br /&gt;I was put on the right track. Budget was located&lt;br /&gt;and a shuttle took me right to their rental offices.&lt;br /&gt;After some talk and such, I discovered I was NOT going&lt;br /&gt;to get the cobalt I was SUPPOSED to get.. but a crappy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chrysler.com/en/2009/pt_cruiser/"&gt;PT Cruiser&lt;/a&gt; instead.I refused it..so was given an even&lt;br /&gt;crappier &lt;a href="http://www.kia.com/"&gt;Kia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No power windows..No power mirrors&lt;br /&gt;and worse&lt;br /&gt;NO CRUISE CONTROL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes..I was to drive the 3 and a half hours to&lt;br /&gt;Statesboro without the luxury of cruise control.&lt;br /&gt;IT SUCKED!&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing was the CD player lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I made it to Stateboro.&lt;br /&gt;My mother made it to the Hotel before me,&lt;br /&gt;which means she did not know what I had already ordered&lt;br /&gt;and they gave her a MUCH smaller room without&lt;br /&gt;a couch. Which meant sharing a full size bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see my son and yes my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I got together and got Robert prepped&lt;br /&gt;for his graduation&lt;br /&gt;He has grown up.&lt;br /&gt;Become a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/ShlOIA2Ei5I/AAAAAAAABFw/j_P2zBkqJ8s/s1600-h/100_1360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/ShlOIA2Ei5I/AAAAAAAABFw/j_P2zBkqJ8s/s320/100_1360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339384732797143954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so very proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come!&lt;br /&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/7477389187860256470-961428958630580043?l=theshedoutback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheShedOutBack/~3/_9-ZMZGGfU0/mini-trip.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/ShlN0OmJ9qI/AAAAAAAABFo/52nx8K2FEV4/s72-c/100_1361.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theshedoutback.blogspot.com/2009/05/mini-trip.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477389187860256470.post-7841282097115794446</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2009 13:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-19T08:22:25.799-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Flying</category><title>The Friendly Skies..Here I Come!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In less then 48 hours, I will be on my way&lt;br /&gt;to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/ShKxl5KpgSI/AAAAAAAABFQ/1lZZDh4obTg/s1600-h/st_airportlines0704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/ShKxl5KpgSI/AAAAAAAABFQ/1lZZDh4obTg/s320/st_airportlines0704.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337523772946219298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joining the millions of people that filter through&lt;br /&gt;the airport to be loaded into a long,&lt;br /&gt;thin, heavy tube with wings. To travel&lt;br /&gt;at high speeds through the air, probably sitting&lt;br /&gt;uncomfortably beside some old fart&lt;br /&gt;(male or female) with a grip on the arm rests&lt;br /&gt;(that I will be claiming), that could rival any&lt;br /&gt;vice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/ShKyVJk_S3I/AAAAAAAABFg/-w6JBhjgXgw/s1600-h/crowded-airplane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/ShKyVJk_S3I/AAAAAAAABFg/-w6JBhjgXgw/s320/crowded-airplane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337524584805518194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have flown a few times in my still young life.&lt;br /&gt;And the anxiety is still just as strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/ShKxx23aWiI/AAAAAAAABFY/SwC1DW7u_P8/s1600-h/glas-9783-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/ShKxx23aWiI/AAAAAAAABFY/SwC1DW7u_P8/s320/glas-9783-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337523978487093794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I could down a few glasses of&lt;br /&gt;liquid courage before schlepping to the gate.&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/7477389187860256470-7841282097115794446?l=theshedoutback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheShedOutBack/~3/F065ureX9B4/friendly-skieshere-i-come.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/ShKxl5KpgSI/AAAAAAAABFQ/1lZZDh4obTg/s72-c/st_airportlines0704.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theshedoutback.blogspot.com/2009/05/friendly-skieshere-i-come.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477389187860256470.post-1773759283733214836</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 May 2009 20:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-16T15:45:21.469-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Surprise</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gifts</category><title>A little bit of bytching always works...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess the little post of bytching worked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the little story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of out regular guests came in a few weeks&lt;br /&gt;ago with a box. Of course the usual small chat&lt;br /&gt;ensued. And I discovered he had bought&lt;br /&gt;his former spouse a birthday gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sg8lG3FvEZI/AAAAAAAABE4/vopCjg4rNGs/s1600-h/0516091521b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sg8lG3FvEZI/AAAAAAAABE4/vopCjg4rNGs/s320/0516091521b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336524883254776210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He opened the box and revealed a set of&lt;br /&gt;glasses that I thought were just so great.&lt;br /&gt;I asked him if he had wrapping paper.&lt;br /&gt;He being a man and staying at a motel,&lt;br /&gt;of course did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sg8lHLfH5aI/AAAAAAAABFA/Pp-uka7JjQA/s1600-h/0516091522a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sg8lHLfH5aI/AAAAAAAABFA/Pp-uka7JjQA/s320/0516091522a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336524888729970082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days went by and I forgot about the&lt;br /&gt;glasses and such when the Boss Man came in&lt;br /&gt;for his shift, and went into the office and came out&lt;br /&gt;with a box and handed it to me. Telling me&lt;br /&gt;the guest I will just call Nicky, had left it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, he had given it to Wil, and told Wil to&lt;br /&gt;say it was from him! lol&lt;br /&gt;Wil of course put out the usual teases..joined in&lt;br /&gt;with the Boss Man to torment me about the&lt;br /&gt;receiving of such gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sg8lHC2UVHI/AAAAAAAABFI/8SDLtHcM_Ww/s1600-h/0516091523b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sg8lHC2UVHI/AAAAAAAABFI/8SDLtHcM_Ww/s320/0516091523b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336524886411334770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am not one to go around expecting gifts.&lt;br /&gt;But this was just so touching that this man I&lt;br /&gt;really do not know, took time out to think of&lt;br /&gt;me and brought me these glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to figure out&lt;br /&gt;where the heck I am going to put them!&lt;br /&gt;LMAO!&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/7477389187860256470-1773759283733214836?l=theshedoutback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheShedOutBack/~3/6z7ltwfGK5I/little-bit-of-bytching-always-works.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sg8lG3FvEZI/AAAAAAAABE4/vopCjg4rNGs/s72-c/0516091521b.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theshedoutback.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-bit-of-bytching-always-works.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477389187860256470.post-850674440591878686</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 May 2009 16:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-16T11:24:32.166-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pictures</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bytch Fest</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Commander</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bunch O` Nothing</category><title>OK Then....</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I WAS going to do a post on a&lt;br /&gt;lovely gift I had gotten from one of&lt;br /&gt;our regular guests here at the LoveTel.&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the Commander 3 WEEKS ago&lt;br /&gt;to take pics of them and send them to me&lt;br /&gt;due to HIM having the desk top and me just&lt;br /&gt;a lap top that does not really do all those fancy&lt;br /&gt;things he does on the desk top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this post just turned out to be&lt;br /&gt;a bytch fest about how I am STLL&lt;br /&gt;waiting for those pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he will get around to it when&lt;br /&gt;he is done throwing it around on the internet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7477389187860256470-850674440591878686?l=theshedoutback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheShedOutBack/~3/kp0EBG5tAvo/ok-then.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theshedoutback.blogspot.com/2009/05/ok-then.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477389187860256470.post-6311085847431196722</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 May 2009 18:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-13T13:39:59.392-05:00</atom:updated><title>I Almost Peed my Pants...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night, the Commander and I went out&lt;br /&gt;for a late meal at this crappy joint&lt;br /&gt;we frequent in the late hours. Due&lt;br /&gt;to the fact that almost everything is closed&lt;br /&gt;at 1 am lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we ate our halfway decent meals and left.&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, Wil got the brilliant&lt;br /&gt;idea to stop by one of the Dunkin Donut&lt;br /&gt;places. I was thinking ice cream since the&lt;br /&gt;dognuts at that time in the morning are&lt;br /&gt;not exactly fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pull up to the window and of course I wanted to get&lt;br /&gt;something OFF the menu that was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now first of all...why is it the people that work&lt;br /&gt;in this business are not just non Americans..&lt;br /&gt;But have THE WORST accents in the world. So not only&lt;br /&gt;does the horrible connection at the drive up suck..&lt;br /&gt;but then you have this garbled shadow of a human's voice&lt;br /&gt;not hearing you..or you not understanding them???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait..there is more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discover through our super human hearing and&lt;br /&gt;our excellent deciphering skills the soft serve machine is&lt;br /&gt;down. I forgo the ice cream and Wil places his order.&lt;br /&gt;We drive around to the window..and the man that is there,&lt;br /&gt;ALONE I might add comes to the window and with&lt;br /&gt;not only a VERY thick Pakistan, India, or some sort&lt;br /&gt;accent asks Wil to repeat his order.&lt;br /&gt;When it came time to get the total&lt;br /&gt;this poor man who already had some problems&lt;br /&gt;due to the language difference proceeded to speak with&lt;br /&gt;a consonant cheek flutter. Which of course, had me dying.&lt;br /&gt;I had to hold it in till Wil paid the poor man and we drove&lt;br /&gt;away so I could burst out in hysterical laughter that&lt;br /&gt;made tears spill and legs clench to ensure I did not&lt;br /&gt;pee myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo..I am still giggling here over it!&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/7477389187860256470-6311085847431196722?l=theshedoutback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheShedOutBack/~3/5ddou9-T7QU/i-almost-peed-my-pants.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theshedoutback.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-almost-peed-my-pants.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477389187860256470.post-3467987761616805780</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 May 2009 00:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-01T19:10:49.480-05:00</atom:updated><title>Preparations for a Trip</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Well, it is official.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;On May 21st, I will be flying, yes..flying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;down to Atlanta, GA then driving 2 and a half hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;to the town my son is in for his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;High School Graduation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Not adding in that just 5 days later, he will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;be packing up to go to boot camp for the Army.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Originally, Wil and I were supposed to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;half our vacation to go together to see this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;momentous occasion. But the Boss Man had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;other ideas. So I go alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;While in GA, I will be visited by my Mother,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;and a friend, Daniel. We will be going in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;together on the Hotel which will cut costs for all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;The graduation is on the 22nd..and I will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;returning to Chicago on the 23rd to be ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;for a 12 hour shift on the 24th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I hope I still have it in me for all this traveling lol&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/7477389187860256470-3467987761616805780?l=theshedoutback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheShedOutBack/~3/tqymPSxfLG8/preparations-for-trip.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theshedoutback.blogspot.com/2009/05/preparations-for-trip.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477389187860256470.post-4392988798365233497</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Apr 2009 05:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-26T00:44:30.070-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Passed On</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bea Arthur</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Actress</category><title>Scooping Heff &amp; Wil HAHA!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sadly, today a lovely actress has passed on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0037735/bio"&gt;Bea Arthur&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1922 - 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/SfPvZf5Og8I/AAAAAAAABEg/QvFWYR5pSBQ/s1600-h/bea-arthur-73-741567.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/SfPvZf5Og8I/AAAAAAAABEg/QvFWYR5pSBQ/s320/bea-arthur-73-741567.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328866005446722498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is said she died peacefully in her&lt;br /&gt;Los Angeles home with her family by her side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was said she had cancer but no details&lt;br /&gt;were given about her condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/SfPxRN1PmgI/AAAAAAAABEo/psygFJ1u4Zs/s1600-h/GoldenGirlsap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/SfPxRN1PmgI/AAAAAAAABEo/psygFJ1u4Zs/s320/GoldenGirlsap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328868062182480386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She played Dorothy On the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0088526/episodes"&gt;Golden Girls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0068103/"&gt;Maude&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z9S9U62xAA4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z9S9U62xAA4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And had guest appearances on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/larrydavid/"&gt;Curb Your Enthusiasm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/malcolm/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malcolm in the Middle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crazyabouttv.com/emptynest.html"&gt;Empty Nest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tvland.com/shows/aitf/?cid=YSSP"&gt;All in the Family&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timvp.com/laughin.html"&gt;Laugh In&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is survived by her sons and&lt;br /&gt;two granddaughters.&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace&lt;br /&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/7477389187860256470-4392988798365233497?l=theshedoutback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheShedOutBack/~3/g13UbvMlcDc/scooping-heff-wil-haha.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/SfPvZf5Og8I/AAAAAAAABEg/QvFWYR5pSBQ/s72-c/bea-arthur-73-741567.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theshedoutback.blogspot.com/2009/04/scooping-heff-wil-haha.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477389187860256470.post-6172932633223607401</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Apr 2009 16:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-25T11:38:37.127-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jokes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Funnies</category><title>Jokes &amp; Funnies</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUBBA &amp;amp; COOTER'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUREFIRE PICK UP LINES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/SfM6nW4nDQI/AAAAAAAABEA/JclHNougrs8/s1600-h/Untitled01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/SfM6nW4nDQI/AAAAAAAABEA/JclHNougrs8/s320/Untitled01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328667231941758210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span family="SANSSERIF" pt="" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"   lang="0"&gt;1)  Did you fart?&lt;br /&gt;cuz you blew me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Are yer parents  retarded?&lt;br /&gt;cuz ya sure are special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) My Love fer you is like diarrhea&lt;br /&gt;I can't hold it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Do you have a library card?&lt;br /&gt;cuz I'd like to  sign you out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Is there a mirror in yer pants?&lt;br /&gt;cuz I can see myself  in em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) If you was a tree &amp;amp; I was a Squirrel,&lt;br /&gt;I'd store my nuts  in yer hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) You might not be the best lookin girl here,&lt;br /&gt;but  beauty's only a light switch away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Man - 'Fat Penguin!'&lt;br /&gt;Woman -  'WHAT?'&lt;br /&gt;Man - 'I just wanted to say something that would break the  ice.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I know I'm not no Fred Flintstone,&lt;br /&gt;but I bet I can make yer  bed-rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I can't find my puppy, can you help me find him?&lt;br /&gt;I think  he went inta this cheap motel room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Yer eyes are as blue as winder  cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) If yer gunna regret this in the mornin,&lt;br /&gt;we kin sleep til  afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span family="SANSSERIF" pt="" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span family="SANSSERIF" pt="" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"   lang="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span family="SANSSERIF" pt="" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"   lang="0"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span family="SANSSERIF" pt="" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"   lang="0"&gt;.. the  best for last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Yer face reminds me of a wrench,&lt;br /&gt;every time I think  of it, my nuts tighten up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/SfM7OpRc4xI/AAAAAAAABEI/bJ5hl29acmk/s1600-h/Untitled01a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/SfM7OpRc4xI/AAAAAAAABEI/bJ5hl29acmk/s320/Untitled01a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328667906892686098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/SfM7f7gwTuI/AAAAAAAABEQ/3p6lAePSB2E/s1600-h/Untitled01b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/SfM7f7gwTuI/AAAAAAAABEQ/3p6lAePSB2E/s320/Untitled01b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328668203846487778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477389187860256470-6172932633223607401?l=theshedoutback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheShedOutBack/~3/4yY1B9fa11c/jokes-funnies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/SfM6nW4nDQI/AAAAAAAABEA/JclHNougrs8/s72-c/Untitled01.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theshedoutback.blogspot.com/2009/04/jokes-funnies.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477389187860256470.post-8369941789811467915</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2009 22:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-05T18:18:10.708-05:00</atom:updated><title>A Bunch of Nuttin...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Figured it was time to put up another post.&lt;br /&gt;I could talk about the LoveTel..but&lt;br /&gt;Wil has that covered..&lt;br /&gt;Could talk about my kids..&lt;br /&gt;But..nothing new going on with them..&lt;br /&gt;So..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And found this video&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x0GJjv9SdF8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x0GJjv9SdF8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/7477389187860256470-8369941789811467915?l=theshedoutback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheShedOutBack/~3/pTclmxJ8Q1w/bunch-of-nuttin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theshedoutback.blogspot.com/2009/04/bunch-of-nuttin.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477389187860256470.post-4210639167793556815</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2009 22:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-26T17:44:02.191-05:00</atom:updated><title>Somber Moments</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today they brought Christopher home. I could not go&lt;br /&gt;to see him being driven past..but Wil was&lt;br /&gt;able to go. He got some video of it and&lt;br /&gt;I was able to see it on &lt;a href="http://abclocal.go.com/wls/index"&gt;ABC 7 News&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://abclocal.go.com/wls/story?section=news/local&amp;amp;id=6729468"&gt;Guardsman's Body Brought Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly I am not as proficient as Wil is&lt;br /&gt;in adding links and videos.&lt;br /&gt;But this link should bring you&lt;br /&gt;to the story &lt;a href="http://abclocal.go.com/wls/index"&gt;ABC 7&lt;/a&gt; did on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7477389187860256470-4210639167793556815?l=theshedoutback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheShedOutBack/~3/BU-uHSymtx4/somber-moments.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theshedoutback.blogspot.com/2009/03/somber-moments.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477389187860256470.post-5909727400871265501</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 01:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-15T21:03:29.636-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christopher</category><title>The War Comes Home......</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight this family has had some bad news.&lt;br /&gt;we heard that a family member has been&lt;br /&gt;killed in Afghanistan.&lt;br /&gt;A road side bombing killed him&lt;br /&gt;and two others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sb2vFkNDYmI/AAAAAAAABDY/tKVqxr4txBo/s1600-h/Chris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sb2vFkNDYmI/AAAAAAAABDY/tKVqxr4txBo/s320/Chris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313595645519684194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sb2vGXRvMDI/AAAAAAAABDw/wqt-u3fz0L8/s1600-h/Chris3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sb2vGXRvMDI/AAAAAAAABDw/wqt-u3fz0L8/s320/Chris3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313595659229540402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher was only 23 years old&lt;br /&gt;He had his whole life ahead of him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will always have you in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sb2vGHHATKI/AAAAAAAABDo/k3o1-H6OyZg/s1600-h/Chris2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sb2vGHHATKI/AAAAAAAABDo/k3o1-H6OyZg/s320/Chris2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313595654889557154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 25px; margin-top: 5px; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="spnmessagetext"&gt;&lt;b&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When I     Must Leave You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;By Helen Steiner Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-left: 25px; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="spnmessagetext"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When I     must leave you for a little while-&lt;br /&gt;Please do not grieve and shed wild tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.5pt;"&gt;And hug your sorrow to you through     the years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But start out bravely with a gallant smile;&lt;br /&gt;And for my sake and in my name&lt;br /&gt;Live on and do all things the same.&lt;br /&gt;Feed not your loneliness on empty days,&lt;br /&gt;But fill each waking hour in useful ways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -1pt;"&gt;Reach out your hand in comfort and in     cheer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -1px;"&gt;And I in turn will comfort you and     hold you near;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And never, never be afraid to die&lt;br /&gt;For I am waiting for you in the sky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/vince+gill/track/go+rest+high+on+that+mountain" title="'Vince Gill - Go Rest High On That Mountain' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Vince Gill - Go Rest High On That Mountain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&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/7477389187860256470-5909727400871265501?l=theshedoutback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheShedOutBack/~3/TrWsLMnTfk0/war-comes-home.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EIqKK-9XC28/Sb2vFkNDYmI/AAAAAAAABDY/tKVqxr4txBo/s72-c/Chris.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theshedoutback.blogspot.com/2009/03/war-comes-home.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

