<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3525171084763718297</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 03 Oct 2014 06:28:34 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Brett Favre</category><title>Blah, Blah, Blah</title><description>A smattering of thoughts as I maneuver through my days....</description><link>http://packergurlsez.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Suz)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3525171084763718297.post-6787850971291039515</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2011 02:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-04T20:32:26.757-06:00</atom:updated><title>Genius Waitress, Indeed</title><atom:summary type='text'>I humbly reprint the following, which a bartender I work with printed and posted in our wait area.  Oh, how true it sounds!  And if it's not, I want it to be.  I think Still Life with Woodpecker is at the top of my reading list.  Thank you, Tom Robbins.Genius WaitressOf the genius waitress, I now sing.Of hidden knowledge, buried ambition, and secretsonnets scribbled on cocktail napkins; of </atom:summary><link>http://packergurlsez.blogspot.com/2011/12/genius-waitress-indeed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suz)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3525171084763718297.post-6329152434109518552</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Feb 2011 05:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-08T00:10:41.888-06:00</atom:updated><title>Angels Among Us</title><atom:summary type='text'>I am one of those people who believe in things like angels, and God, and miracles.  I am always astounded by those who don't believe because, as evidenced on Tuesday night, there are most definitely angels sent to help us when we need it most.My Tuesday started with my usual cup of coffee, surfing the web, and my iTunes soothing me.  I heard a train whistle blow from inside my brick-sided </atom:summary><link>http://packergurlsez.blogspot.com/2011/02/angels-among-us.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suz)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3525171084763718297.post-6458122773552137170</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Apr 2010 17:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-21T12:27:11.715-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Last to Know</title><atom:summary type='text'>It's no secret that I've been on the mend of a herniated disk for most of the last year.  In my quest to heal thyself, upon my discharge of all formal physical therapy and spine specialist appointments I asked each of my providers if the complementary medicine offering of a personalized yoga plan would be a beneficial excursion for me.  Both agreed that I could benefit from a yoga program.And so </atom:summary><link>http://packergurlsez.blogspot.com/2010/04/last-to-know.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suz)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3525171084763718297.post-4646700848679112449</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 18:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-02T12:15:06.751-06:00</atom:updated><title>Wear It Well</title><atom:summary type='text'>I don't know why people have cosmetic surgery.  Of course, I don't know why people are so stuck on STUFF, either.  But everyone should watch this video, and listen to Bob Sima's wise words about those lines on our faces.  What a beautiful story a million words could never tell!Those lines are badges.  I would not trade one line, one scar, one memory of what those marks on my face represent.  Wear</atom:summary><link>http://packergurlsez.blogspot.com/2010/01/wear-it-well.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suz)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3525171084763718297.post-4606407625044957549</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 20:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-04T14:14:37.987-06:00</atom:updated><title>I've Heard of Such Things</title><atom:summary type='text'>New Year's Eve is a server nightmare night.  Trust me; it is.  I have a tale of two (actually three) tables to share.My 10-top needed separates.  They ordered the cheapest entrees on our special menu for the evening.  They hemmed and hawwed about simple decisions or questions for me.  I wanted to scream.  We have the option to auto-grat (automatically add the tip) to parties of eight or more.  I </atom:summary><link>http://packergurlsez.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-heard-of-such-things.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suz)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3525171084763718297.post-6200715253846850129</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 03:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-03T21:51:35.660-06:00</atom:updated><title>The List is Growing</title><atom:summary type='text'>A few weeks ago I had to purchase a Theracane.  This is not a walking stick, rather a trigger point massage device for my knotted shoulders.  I highly recommend this for anyone who lives alone and needs to massage those hard-to-reach places on his back.  However, in trying to find a place to keep this candy cane shaped device, I started to notice how much old people stuff I have laying around.  </atom:summary><link>http://packergurlsez.blogspot.com/2009/12/list-is-growing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suz)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3525171084763718297.post-6913260082250205593</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 15:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-17T11:02:46.361-05:00</atom:updated><title>I Love My Job!</title><atom:summary type='text'>I work at a place that revolves around the Badgers.  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>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>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>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>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>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'></atom:summary><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>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>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>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>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>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>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>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>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'></atom:summary><link>http://packergurlsez.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-lieu-of-my-inept-words.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suz)</author><thr:total>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>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>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>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>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!!!!http://www.nfl.com/news/story?id=09000d5d809817f1&amp;template=without-video&amp;confirm=true&amp;campaign=email_NL0725</atom:summary><link>http://packergurlsez.blogspot.com/2008/07/amazing-hall-of-fame.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Suz)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item></channel></rss>