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Mostly football, but we see business improve during the college semesters, then die off for the summer when school is not in session.  Barry Alvarez dines with us sometimes (very snobby).  Bret Bielema comes in sometimes (seems to be the womanizer they say he is).  Heck, I've even seen Mark Tauscher at work.  But last night topped all of those </atom:summary><link>http://packergurlsez.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-my-job.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3525171084763718297.post-736865223337350743</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2009 17:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-21T12:33:08.830-05:00</atom:updated><title>This is Not New!</title><atom:summary type="text">The following article tells about "new" research that proves how very small children can learn foreign languages easily.  While I give kudos to the new understanding on how we might incorporate this into teaching older students, I am disappointed that more exposure has not been given to this solid, and very old news.You see, I learned about this method over two decades ago when I was in college </atom:summary><link>http://packergurlsez.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-not-new.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3525171084763718297.post-8279942010202337124</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2009 04:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-22T23:51:45.186-05:00</atom:updated><title>Lunchables</title><atom:summary type="text">When girls get together for lunch, you know it's going to be a gabfest of the highest order.  It's not like a business lunch, or a lunch date, or even the quick lunch that girls who work together might share.  It is an event to be anticipated, and finally enjoyed upon its arrival.  Just this sort of treasure occurred today for me and one other friend.  The woman with whom I shared lunch with </atom:summary><link>http://packergurlsez.blogspot.com/2009/01/lunchables.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3525171084763718297.post-1214117523353664029</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Oct 2008 16:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-04T14:38:13.452-05:00</atom:updated><title>I'm Workin' Here</title><atom:summary type="text">Years ago, I had a friend who had a Blue Tick Hound dog.  Max was a worker dog.  My friend lived on a busy street, and when he heard something in the yard, he was "on the job."  He would frantically run to the window, eyes ablaze with duty to guard his home.  Annie would announce with great glee what was going through Max's mind as he executed this diligent behavior:  "I'm workin' here!!"Life on </atom:summary><link>http://packergurlsez.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-workin-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3525171084763718297.post-8201528850856261758</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Sep 2008 15:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-30T14:09:00.933-05:00</atom:updated><title>The House Blew Up</title><atom:summary type="text">I want to text my landlord and tell him, "Your house blew up.  Call me."  Or maybe I should tell him it blew away, or burned down.  He won't respond to phone calls.  He won't reply to emails that ask for his confirmation that he's gotten them.  He doesn't answer notes left with the rent check.Ever since I made the complaint about the maintenance man's inappropriate behavior, not only on the </atom:summary><link>http://packergurlsez.blogspot.com/2008/09/house-blew-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3525171084763718297.post-4903594226980382123</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Sep 2008 16:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-21T11:55:39.981-05:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Kittehs on a Lazy Sunday Morning</title><atom:summary type="text" /><link>http://packergurlsez.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-kittehs-on-lazy-sunday-morning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L8OIQ1zNRO8/SNZ8cdaYwAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oLuSAN6bvs4/s72-c/DCFC0369.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3525171084763718297.post-4422911549584544013</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 18:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-12T14:22:30.315-05:00</atom:updated><title>Grammar Lesson for Friday, September 12</title><atom:summary type="text">I know.  I know.  It's mostly me.  And it's mostly because I have always been a complete nerd about grammar, and spelling, and all things neat and organized.  I'm a detail person, and yes, it is a curse.  And no, I don't want you to pick apart all those commas and try to decide if that last sentence was a run-on, or if this one is, for that matter.Okay.  All kidding aside, I was aghast at a sign </atom:summary><link>http://packergurlsez.blogspot.com/2008/09/grammar-lesson-for-friday-september-12.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3525171084763718297.post-8602792051447253459</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 16:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-05T11:27:40.341-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Bandit</title><atom:summary type="text">Sometimes, all you have is the visual evidence of a misdeed to try to piece together what happened.  Figuring out who (or what!) did it can be downright taxing.  The story that follows is just one of those incidents.I do some work for a woman who has several health issues that keep her from rigorous physical activity.  We have been cleaning out her old farmhouse where she still has belongings.  </atom:summary><link>http://packergurlsez.blogspot.com/2008/09/bandit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3525171084763718297.post-5978501736622467104</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2008 17:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-04T12:15:56.092-05:00</atom:updated><title>Spiderpalooza</title><atom:summary type="text">It's well-documented that I am deathly afraid of creepy crawly things.  I have no less than four sprays in my house to combat these abominations of nature.  This is not a creepy crawly story though.  It is a pretty funny foray into my last few days.Last week, I killed a spider in the bathroom.  Several days ago, I killed two spiders in the kitchen--one in the morning (the mommy), and one in the </atom:summary><link>http://packergurlsez.blogspot.com/2008/09/spiderpalooza.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3525171084763718297.post-8438220312800081856</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Aug 2008 18:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-28T13:43:39.181-05:00</atom:updated><title>On The Record</title><atom:summary type="text">I am sitting at my computer with this really cool "vinyl to cd" record player that you hook up to your computer.  It's DN's.  She bought it to convert her own vinyl, but kept others in mind when purchasing it.  It will surely make the rounds of her family and friends.  But for now, it's mine to play with, learn about, work the bugs out of....I'm enjoying this blast into the past.  I finally set </atom:summary><link>http://packergurlsez.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-record.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3525171084763718297.post-332305669378907084</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Aug 2008 15:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-26T11:55:36.274-05:00</atom:updated><title>Several Updates</title><atom:summary type="text">Rather than editing each blog individually, here is some new information to keep all apprised of breaking developments in the previous several blog entries.It has been pointed out to me by a "reliable source" that Eve, Eve the Apple Thieve could not be the elderly neighbor, as she is not well enough to toddle over and steal the fruit of her neighbor's lawns.  I have also been told that if she did</atom:summary><link>http://packergurlsez.blogspot.com/2008/08/several-updates.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3525171084763718297.post-4506922721609939183</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Aug 2008 05:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-24T00:25:13.497-05:00</atom:updated><title>I'll Take a Twist with That</title><atom:summary type="text">The new job is going well.  Business is picking up as the heartbeat of the city begins to beat steadily to the drum of the UW marching band back in town.  I'm not used to the upside down "busy time" that is the norm here in a college town, and starts as the weather cools off but cools off when the mercury goes up.  Nope, I'm used to the resort swell in the summer and the staples that get us </atom:summary><link>http://packergurlsez.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-take-twist-with-that.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3525171084763718297.post-2256350876692530411</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 17:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-22T12:42:28.008-05:00</atom:updated><title>Eve Takes a Bite</title><atom:summary type="text">So I get up this morning and feed the kittehs, make my coffee, and  head to the living room to fire up the computer and stereo.  I never close my windows or my shades at night because the cool air makes it nice in here.  Can you imagine my surprise when I get over to my double windows and see somebody in my yard?We have an apple tree that ripens early.  Last year I kind of missed the peak of </atom:summary><link>http://packergurlsez.blogspot.com/2008/08/eve-takes-bite.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3525171084763718297.post-6653981021607917068</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2008 19:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-19T15:18:58.748-05:00</atom:updated><title>Nano Therapy</title><atom:summary type="text" /><link>http://packergurlsez.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-lieu-of-my-inept-words.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3525171084763718297.post-5108871453386296252</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Aug 2008 19:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-13T15:22:44.209-05:00</atom:updated><title>At Least She Ate It</title><atom:summary type="text">I thought I was ready to talk about the Packers, but it turns out I'm still feeling pretty pissed off and betrayed.  So, to get back into the blog swing, I present you with a cute, cuddly kitty story.  Or not.Mrs. Kisses has developed a diva syndrome.  She is mad.  She's the youngest.  The only girl.  The only fat one in the family.  I think she's developed some issues because of some perceived </atom:summary><link>http://packergurlsez.blogspot.com/2008/08/at-least-she-ate-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3525171084763718297.post-3032815957734563972</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Aug 2008 16:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-01T11:15:31.169-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Dad Day</title><atom:summary type="text">I'm having kind of an unproductive week with the circus around Lambeau bringing me down.  I'm infuriated over the front office of the Green Bay Packers.  I'm bewildered by the amount of what is apparently ego and pride that is preventing the return of Brett Favre to the Packers.  It's all very consuming if you let it be.  And I let it be.  In the midst of that all-consuming frustration and anger,</atom:summary><link>http://packergurlsez.blogspot.com/2008/08/dad-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3525171084763718297.post-7301484610779674582</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2008 16:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-31T11:51:30.207-05:00</atom:updated><title>Packer Management:  My Rant</title><atom:summary type="text">There's a hostage situation going on inside the walls of Lambeau Field that needs to be addressed.  Facts from the last few days are emerging that must be presented to the Packer faithful.  The thin (very thin) veil of cheerleading that the Packer brass has been showing the public has been revealed as complete fraud.  I am outraged, to put it mildly, by the actions of those in charge of my </atom:summary><link>http://packergurlsez.blogspot.com/2008/07/packer-management-my-rant.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3525171084763718297.post-1075783320183440593</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Jul 2008 14:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-28T09:47:34.908-05:00</atom:updated><title>Going to Lambeau</title><atom:summary type="text">I was privvy to attend the shareholder's meeting last week.  I have to say that it's rather fun having this faux importance in the Green Bay Packers organization.  Several futile attempts to have a companion attend with me were foiled by powers higher than me, so I traveled the road to Lambeau solo.  The good part is that I went about my day at my own pace.  The bad part is that I felt a little </atom:summary><link>http://packergurlsez.blogspot.com/2008/07/going-to-lambeau.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3525171084763718297.post-2889803915298324104</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 18:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-25T13:38:31.925-05:00</atom:updated><title>Amazing Hall of Fame</title><atom:summary type="text">And PLUS THERE'S THIS!!!  This is a banner Packer Day!!!  Celebrate!!!!

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</atom:summary><link>http://packergurlsez.blogspot.com/2008/07/amazing-hall-of-fame.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3525171084763718297.post-7557869343482704427</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 15:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-16T10:56:32.491-05:00</atom:updated><title>Karma, Baby!</title><atom:summary type="text">You reap what you sow, right?  I'm not into Buddhism or anything, but I do think we all get paybacks for our deeds.  I don't know who or what controls these rewards and punishments, but very often, these happen justly.  I know it happened Sunday to a cranky woman I am forced to deal with often these days.The woman who ran the place I work at now with her husband for many years is a widow.  Her </atom:summary><link>http://packergurlsez.blogspot.com/2008/07/karma-baby.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3525171084763718297.post-3999846391131673345</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2008 15:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-07T10:47:42.299-05:00</atom:updated><title>They're Doing it Again</title><atom:summary type="text">I have this knack for choosing products that don't stick around.  I wish I had kept a list of the wonderfully fragranced items I've fallen in love with, only to have the manufacturer of said product discontinue it.  Let's see, there was a great bubble bath that I loved to soak in that was probably the first time I was disappointed.  There was a mascara, and several shampoo/conditioner combos that</atom:summary><link>http://packergurlsez.blogspot.com/2008/07/theyre-doing-it-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">17</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3525171084763718297.post-4273517915480974599</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Jul 2008 04:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-04T23:58:45.589-05:00</atom:updated><title>My Two Cents</title><atom:summary type="text">The rumor mill is churning.  Brett Favre has the itch to come back and play football.  No, he doesn't.  Yes, he does.  No, he doesn't.  Scott Favre says his brother's return is a 50-50 prospect.  Brett Favre texts a Mississippi newspaper to say it's all rumor.  Why has he apparently been throwing a football and working out at a high school near Hattiesburg?  I can't tell you the angst this new </atom:summary><link>http://packergurlsez.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-two-cents.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3525171084763718297.post-6306472143865505857</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2008 19:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-02T15:01:39.767-05:00</atom:updated><title>Did She Really Just Say That?</title><atom:summary type="text">I ran to the Dollar Store for paper towels today.  While I waited five minutes for the new cashier to check out the five items the lady ahead of me had, I was entertained by the lady's unruly children who were sticking their hands up the bubble gum machine, whining about wanting a quarter, and unsticking push pins holding up ads on the cork board.  Oh, the joy.When the slow woman attending the </atom:summary><link>http://packergurlsez.blogspot.com/2008/07/did-she-really-just-say-that.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3525171084763718297.post-606450115195080236</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2008 16:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-02T13:14:17.115-05:00</atom:updated><title>Ten Things to Smile About</title><atom:summary type="text">1.  Last night was a complete bust at work.  The saving smile is that the best server ever took us out for pizza.  It was rewarding to be invited out.  The college kids at corporate half-heartedly invited me out a few times, but they never meant it.  2.  I have a date for dinner tonight--with my family.  We have become a strong family over the last few years, and I'm glad that we are making time </atom:summary><link>http://packergurlsez.blogspot.com/2008/07/ten-things-to-smile-about.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3525171084763718297.post-7706556848859259332</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2008 15:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-29T10:13:33.981-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Change is Back!</title><atom:summary type="text">I am the consummate frugal one.  I buy most of my clothes from 50-85% off racks or the Goodwill/St Vincent De Paul stores.  I love shoes and jeans, especially because they are worn in and ready to wear!  I buy my groceries according to what's on sale, and don't buy what's too expensive.  I routinely keep my eye out on every gas station from here to work to choose the cheapest gas at any given </atom:summary><link>http://packergurlsez.blogspot.com/2008/06/change-is-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></item></channel></rss>
