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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAFRnw8cCp7ImA9WxNbEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820414256000609877</id><updated>2009-11-12T14:38:37.278-05:00</updated><title>Not Your Typical Granny</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notagranny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://notagranny.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Not a Granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115512438677544300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>286</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ABPf" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IDQnczcSp7ImA9WxJbEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820414256000609877.post-6404661145466354011</id><published>2009-07-21T11:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T11:19:33.989-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-21T11:19:33.989-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chris brown apology" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="domestic violence" /><title>Future Actions Will Speak Louder Than Words</title><content type="html">It does take a lot to publicly apologize,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n4SD6oBvbKY&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/n4SD6oBvbKY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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;br /&gt;but is it just a publicity stunt? Or will he truly complete the Batterer's Intervention Program?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, personally, believe that he should start a campaign with &lt;a href="http://www.nnedv.org/"&gt;National Network to End Dometistic Violence&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href="http://www.ncadv.org/"&gt;National Coalition Against Domestic Violence &lt;/a&gt;to reach out to young people and be a voice to them. Part of his community service should include a national program.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820414256000609877-6404661145466354011?l=notagranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notagranny.blogspot.com/feeds/6404661145466354011/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3820414256000609877&amp;postID=6404661145466354011&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/6404661145466354011?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/6404661145466354011?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ABPf/~3/hAIdxzJ3jFQ/future-actions-will-speak-louder-than.html" title="Future Actions Will Speak Louder Than Words" /><author><name>Not a Granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115512438677544300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16788462668419675641" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notagranny.blogspot.com/2009/07/future-actions-will-speak-louder-than.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04GRXs4cSp7ImA9WxJUEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820414256000609877.post-4300207124267770186</id><published>2009-07-10T08:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:45:24.539-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-10T08:45:24.539-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="silly granny moves" /><title>Dear Mother Nature</title><content type="html">Five days of rain will not cure a 5 year drought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wet and Webbed in Flroida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820414256000609877-4300207124267770186?l=notagranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notagranny.blogspot.com/feeds/4300207124267770186/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3820414256000609877&amp;postID=4300207124267770186&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/4300207124267770186?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/4300207124267770186?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ABPf/~3/aUpBkkh8Pbs/dear-mother-nature.html" title="Dear Mother Nature" /><author><name>Not a Granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115512438677544300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16788462668419675641" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notagranny.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-mother-nature.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcHQnY9cSp7ImA9WxJVFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820414256000609877.post-6729302467156737169</id><published>2009-07-01T21:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:00:33.869-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-01T22:00:33.869-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="grumpy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="smoking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bad not a grampy" /><title>I am quitting smoking...</title><content type="html">and I am a bear.  It is only day 2 but I am really going to try this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1992 I quit for 3 years.  So I know I can do it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last 5 years I have quit 3 times, the longest time was 27 days...so I have some goals, once I hit 27 days then my new record will be 28 days and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see my grandchildren grow up.  I want to live past 62...I am 48 now and I don't want to go before I get to do everything I want to do.  I have a "Bucket List" and I want to complete it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820414256000609877-6729302467156737169?l=notagranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notagranny.blogspot.com/feeds/6729302467156737169/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3820414256000609877&amp;postID=6729302467156737169&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/6729302467156737169?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/6729302467156737169?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ABPf/~3/Xkt-CtnHESE/i-am-quitting-smoking.html" title="I am quitting smoking..." /><author><name>Not a Granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115512438677544300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16788462668419675641" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notagranny.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-quitting-smoking.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08BRHY_eCp7ImA9WxJWFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820414256000609877.post-2278863976040077792</id><published>2009-06-21T10:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T10:50:55.840-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-21T10:50:55.840-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="puppy monster" /><title>For Puppy Monster</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMc8qycZmrw/Sj5IcOr67xI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/7I-6Z0m_J34/s1600-h/memoriam.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349793057178578706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMc8qycZmrw/Sj5IcOr67xI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/7I-6Z0m_J34/s400/memoriam.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thinking of &lt;a href="http://www.apileofdogbones.com/"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt; and sending you cyber hugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820414256000609877-2278863976040077792?l=notagranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notagranny.blogspot.com/feeds/2278863976040077792/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3820414256000609877&amp;postID=2278863976040077792&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/2278863976040077792?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/2278863976040077792?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ABPf/~3/G7RJPev9KjY/for-puppy-monster.html" title="For Puppy Monster" /><author><name>Not a Granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115512438677544300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16788462668419675641" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMc8qycZmrw/Sj5IcOr67xI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/7I-6Z0m_J34/s72-c/memoriam.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notagranny.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-puppy-monster.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ABSXszeSp7ImA9WxVaFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820414256000609877.post-515353572454008666</id><published>2009-04-13T13:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:02:38.581-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-13T14:02:38.581-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="snowbirds" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="not a granny funnies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="retired" /><title>Snowbird Regulations</title><content type="html">I live in a state that depends on the kindness of others to exist.  Meaning, we depend on retired Northern individuals to come to Florida to escape from the harsh winters up North (fondly referred to as Snowbirds).  Many of them even come from another country (Canada). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't get me wrong, Snowbirds are wonderful people and our state could not exist without them.  They come into our state/community and buy groceries, go out to eat, shop and visit the many tourist sites around the area, they volunteer at non-profit organizations.  They spend money here!!  They are good for the economy!!  They also own second homes here and don't get any breaks on taxes, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly do appreciate our Snowbirds, but I really feel there has to be some sort of regulations put into place and now is the time to do it.  Now, when the Snowbirds are headed back to their Northern residences and families.  We have about 6 months to get these regulations in place, approved at the State level and sent to each of the Snowbirds at their "permanent" residence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would a simple agreement between said Snowbird and the permanent residents of the State of Florida.  Something that as they come into the state, they pull over at the "Welcome to Florida" Rest Area and read the agreement and sign it.   Nothing too difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreement as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snowbird will not schedule Dr. Appointments before 9 am or after 3 pm.  See, as a working person, I schedule my Dr. appointments either first thing in the morning or the last appointment of the day.  I work all day and I can't be taking off in the middle of the afternoon for an appointment.  You are not working, you are retired, you can come to the Dr. in the middle of the day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snowbird will not make a left hand turn in the far right lane.  (shouldn't need any explanation on that one)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snowbird will not go to the bank (and/or post office) between the hours of noon and 2 pm.  Again, I am a working person and try to do my banking during my lunch 1/2 hour.  Yes, I only get a 1/2 an hour for lunch, so standing in line at the bank while you have the teller balance your check book or try and teach you how to use the ATM, does not make my day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snowbird will not go grocery shopping on Saturday or Sunday.  Since I work Monday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; Friday, I tend to use Saturday and/or Sunday as my grocery shopping day.  Now, mind you, I don't see a problem if you have to run in quickly to pick up another package of Depends, but come on, you have 5 other days of the week to pick up all that other stuff.  There is no reason for you to park your shopping cart in the middle of the aisle, and study every can of green beans on the shelf.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In order to drive, Snowbird must be able to see over the steering wheel of their car.  If you cannot see over the steering wheel and must see &lt;em&gt;through &lt;/em&gt;it, I highly recommend you get a booster seat.  They make them, they are available and maybe then you won't have to make that left hand turn from the far right lane.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snowbird will look behind them when they are backing up in the parking lot.  Going in reverse until you hit something, does not constitute &lt;em&gt;looking&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snowbird will follow the posted speed limits.  Which means, if the speed limit is 45 you will drive 45, not 25 and hold us all up behind you as your peer through the steering wheel, trying to see over the huge front end of your Lincoln, trying to figure out which left you really do want, that one, oh no the next one, oh wait, I needed the one back there so let's stop and start backing up...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And last but not least, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snowbirds required to be on oxygen cannot drive.  Putting the oxygen tank in the back seat so you can still breath while driving does not work. If you are on oxygen don't drive!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are just my suggestions.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820414256000609877-515353572454008666?l=notagranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notagranny.blogspot.com/feeds/515353572454008666/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3820414256000609877&amp;postID=515353572454008666&amp;isPopup=true" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/515353572454008666?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/515353572454008666?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ABPf/~3/bBDRnGEELfc/snowbird-regulations.html" title="Snowbird Regulations" /><author><name>Not a Granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115512438677544300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16788462668419675641" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notagranny.blogspot.com/2009/04/snowbird-regulations.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcFR3k7eip7ImA9WxVaEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820414256000609877.post-8199885321262514132</id><published>2009-04-08T12:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:00:16.702-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-08T13:00:16.702-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rant and rave" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cranky granny" /><title>Busy, Busy, Busy...</title><content type="html">That's the way it is around here right now.  I am in the middle of the major fundraising portion of the year for my job.  Grant writing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it, every major grant has to come out between March and April, with due dates the end of April and fiscal year start dates of July 1.  Our budget is $1.3 million and right now, I have about 1/2 of that sitting on my desk.  The other 1/2 will be out in June and July for October start dates.  Those aren't so bad, there are only 3 or 4 but 6???  Now??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grants due this time of year are the majority of our 3 year grants.  For the last couple of years I've been lucky, had renewals that had to go in.  Adjust the Objectives, Outcomes, new budgets, etc.  Not that big of a deal.  Well, now we have to rewrite the whole thing and they are open to other agencies, which means much more competitive.  Especially in the current economic climate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else tired of that term  "current economic climate"?  Makes it sound like it is going to get better right?  Don't bet on it.  Even with this stimulus money coming down, I don't think things are going to get better for at least another 5 years.  Maybe slight improvements, but that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have pay raises last year, I don't see them coming this year.  Not with the budgets I have been seeing.  Even if we qualify for some stimulus money, it will just fill in the gaps that we currently have, maybe be able to fill one of the empty positions that we have.  We aren't filling positions after people leave either, no money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a good thing when you work for a domestic violence &amp;amp; sexual assault center.  You need to have staff to work in the shelter, you need staff to take those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hotline&lt;/span&gt; calls that come in 24/7.  You need staff to go to court with rape victims who are finally getting a chance to testify at the trial for a rape that occurred 2 years ago.  We need staff to be able to pick up battered women and bring them into the shelter so they will be safe and not end up dead or beaten in a truck stop somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that is my rant for the day.  Anyone know any more funny jokes??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820414256000609877-8199885321262514132?l=notagranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notagranny.blogspot.com/feeds/8199885321262514132/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3820414256000609877&amp;postID=8199885321262514132&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/8199885321262514132?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/8199885321262514132?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ABPf/~3/Be-w2RACTYg/busy-busy-busy.html" title="Busy, Busy, Busy..." /><author><name>Not a Granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115512438677544300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16788462668419675641" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notagranny.blogspot.com/2009/04/busy-busy-busy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUINRXw7fCp7ImA9WxVaEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820414256000609877.post-1680872399884346276</id><published>2009-04-07T09:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:13:14.204-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-07T10:13:14.204-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hi there" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tired" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sad" /><title>Hi There!</title><content type="html">Wow, it's been a while. **cough** Excuse me while I brush the dust off of everything in here. It is a bit of a mess, can't imagine where all this crap comes from, especially when no one has been home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I've been away for a while. The first part of the year has been pretty tough and things don't seem to be getting much better. One of my co-workers has been diagnosed with breast cancer and is out of the office this week after her surgery. Luckily they were able to do a lumpectomy (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sp&lt;/span&gt;?). Another co-worker is having heart issues, another one has a daughter who has been diagnosed with cervical cancer...just lots of joy and laughter here at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wandering around reading blogs, not commenting much, but I have been reading you guys...and there is always drama going on in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blogosphere&lt;/span&gt;. I don't need drama, I have enough in my own life. I need humour, fun, all the good things that go on. I want to spit my Diet Coke through my nose onto my computer screen when I read someones blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, come on guys, give me a hand....do something funny...'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mkay&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820414256000609877-1680872399884346276?l=notagranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notagranny.blogspot.com/feeds/1680872399884346276/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3820414256000609877&amp;postID=1680872399884346276&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/1680872399884346276?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NASCAR" /><title>It's Finally Here!!</title><content type="html">&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ix799fzlbmo&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/Ix799fzlbmo&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820414256000609877-1896227588218762172?l=notagranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notagranny.blogspot.com/feeds/1896227588218762172/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8ER3g5cCp7ImA9WxVXE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820414256000609877.post-5415418330281869304</id><published>2009-02-10T18:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:33:26.628-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-10T18:33:26.628-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thank you" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="death" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="daddy" /><title>Thank You Internets!</title><content type="html">I wanted to take a minute and thank everyone for the condolences over the recent death of my father.  I really appreciate every one who took the time to leave a note, email me, send me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a real crazy couple of weeks.  Two days after my father died my girlfriend and her husband stopped by to visit with us and see if they could do anything.  She said a couple of different times that she could not imagine loosing her father.  Her family lives in Pennsylvania.  We've met her parents, she has met my parents.  We just never got our parents to visit us at the same time, so our parent never met.  If they had, they would have loved each other  because they are so much alike.  Anyway, the next morning she received word that her father had dropped dead of a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I felt awful.  I felt like I was killing fathers.  I left work immediately to go to her and help her through the loss.  I even called a couple of other friends whose fathers were still alive and told them to stay away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We buried my father Sunday, January 25, 2008, she buried her father Saturday, January 24, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to promise to be back to posting every day.  But I am really going to try and post more often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at a wedding in Key West last weekend.  Boy do I have some stories about that!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again, internets.  You all truly did help me through a very dark time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820414256000609877-5415418330281869304?l=notagranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notagranny.blogspot.com/feeds/5415418330281869304/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3820414256000609877&amp;postID=5415418330281869304&amp;isPopup=true" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/5415418330281869304?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/5415418330281869304?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ABPf/~3/y9zf7Alk-p8/thank-you-internets.html" title="Thank You Internets!" /><author><name>Not a Granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115512438677544300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16788462668419675641" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notagranny.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you-internets.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYGQ3gycSp7ImA9WxVQFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820414256000609877.post-7227857405693504988</id><published>2009-02-03T13:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T13:52:02.699-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-03T13:52:02.699-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="domestic violence" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="loveisrespect.org" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teen abuse" /><title>Teen Dating Violence Awareness Week</title><content type="html">Do you or someone you know have a teen dating?  How often do you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; check your child's cell phone bill?  Are you checking to see if they have gone over their minutes?  Or are you checking to see who is calling/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; them?  How often are they receiving these calls?  Is your child getting any sleep at night?  Or are the calls/text messages coming in all night long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 Teen Dating Abuse Facts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Physical and sexual abuse is the most often talked about piece of dating abuse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;One1 in five teens who have been in a serious relationship report being hit, slapped, or pushed by a partner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One in three teenagers report knowing a friend or peer who has been hit, punched, kicked, slapped, choked or physically hurt by their partner. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One in four teenage girls who have been in relationships reveal they have been pressured to perform oral sex or engage in intercourse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;However, dating abuse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t have to be physical. It can include verbal and emotional abuse and controlling behaviors.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;More than one in four teenage girls in a relationship report enduring repeated verbal abuse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One-third or more of teens who have been in a relationship have been with a partner who frequently asked where they were and whom they were with.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One in four teens who have been in a serious relationship say their boyfriend or girlfriend has tried to prevent them from spending time with friends or family; the same number have been pressured to only spend time with their partner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nearly one in five teenage girls who have been in a relationship said a boyfriend had threatened violence or self-harm if presented with a break-up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;As technologies like cell phones and social networking become a common form &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;of communication&lt;/span&gt;, they can also be used to abuse and control.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/em&gt;One in three teens (30 percent) say they are text messaged 10, 20, or 30 times an hour by a partner inquiring where they are, what they're doing, or who they're with.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;68 percent of teens say boyfriends/girlfriends sharing private or embarrassing pictures/videos on cell phones and computers is a serious problem.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;71 percent of teens regard boyfriends/girlfriends spreading rumors about them on cell phones and social networking sites as a serious problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sources:&lt;br /&gt;Teenage Research Unlimited (http://www.loveisnotabuse.com/surveyresults.htm)&lt;br /&gt;Technology &amp;amp; Teen Dating Abuse Survey, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Teen Dating Abuse Survey, 2006&lt;br /&gt;Teen Dating Abuse Survey, 2005&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820414256000609877-7227857405693504988?l=notagranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notagranny.blogspot.com/feeds/7227857405693504988/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3820414256000609877&amp;postID=7227857405693504988&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/7227857405693504988?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/7227857405693504988?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ABPf/~3/LzSSdr2hW2Q/teen-dating-violence-awareness-week.html" title="Teen Dating Violence Awareness Week" /><author><name>Not a Granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115512438677544300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16788462668419675641" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notagranny.blogspot.com/2009/02/teen-dating-violence-awareness-week.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUADQHkyeyp7ImA9WxVSF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820414256000609877.post-1408389849168576952</id><published>2009-01-12T13:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:09:31.793-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-12T13:09:31.793-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="death" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dad" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sad" /><title /><content type="html">I received the phone call this morning at 3:34 am ET. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is from one of his grandchildren:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Grandpa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you haven’t been feeling well and you might not be able to read this by the time I get it to you.  I also know times might be rough and life might not be the easiest right now.  You still make it through day but day.Even though it has been a long time ago.  I still remember the days you would play trucks and tractors with me when no one else would.  Even the time we went camping you would play trucks in the sand on the beach with me.It must be painful to watch us as you lay there.  BUT NO NEED to fret we all look at you just the same.  I hate to watch you fade away like an innocent sand castle slowly falling apart.  There are people that don’t understand what you are saying, but I can.  The screams of anger, the helplessness you feel, the words you want to say.  Don’t fret I can hear those word.All the times we had together are now memories,  But our  memories together, are just like diamonds. they last forever and will always be shiny and clear.  The words and wisdom from you will run through my head forever.  You will always be in my memory.You don’t need to worry about a thing because as I watch you lay there in that bed I think that is your sandbox and I will play with you as you did with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RIP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;William O. Applegarth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;November 18, 1932-January 12, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wenatchee, Washington&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820414256000609877-1408389849168576952?l=notagranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notagranny.blogspot.com/feeds/1408389849168576952/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3820414256000609877&amp;postID=1408389849168576952&amp;isPopup=true" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/1408389849168576952?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/1408389849168576952?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ABPf/~3/USQUeRqdb3o/i-received-phone-call-this-morning-at.html" title="" /><author><name>Not a Granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115512438677544300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16788462668419675641" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notagranny.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-received-phone-call-this-morning-at.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ANR3c9fyp7ImA9WxVSFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820414256000609877.post-2399562735730510677</id><published>2009-01-11T13:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T13:49:56.967-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-11T13:49:56.967-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="death" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="daddy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sad" /><title>Daddy</title><content type="html">I'm waiting for that one phone call that everyone dreads. The phone call where part of your life ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night the hospice nurse told my mother my father had 24 hours. Today is Sunday and he is still with us. Today the nurse came by and can't believe he is still with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to go daddy. I love you, but it's time to rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820414256000609877-2399562735730510677?l=notagranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notagranny.blogspot.com/feeds/2399562735730510677/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3820414256000609877&amp;postID=2399562735730510677&amp;isPopup=true" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/2399562735730510677?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/2399562735730510677?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ABPf/~3/ziNw0vBh_cA/daddy.html" title="Daddy" /><author><name>Not a Granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115512438677544300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16788462668419675641" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notagranny.blogspot.com/2009/01/daddy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AAQHo5cSp7ImA9WxVSEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820414256000609877.post-6340094470348626297</id><published>2009-01-03T11:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T11:55:41.429-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-03T11:55:41.429-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cold" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny times" /><title>One Innocent Morning</title><content type="html">I popped over to bloglines and read some of my feeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shrinky1.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shrinky &lt;/a&gt;posted some pictures of an &lt;a href="http://shrinky1.blogspot.com/2009/01/fancy-dip.html"&gt;annual event &lt;/a&gt;that occurs in her lovely hometown.  If you are of the faint hearted persuasion...I would not enlarge the group picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820414256000609877-6340094470348626297?l=notagranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notagranny.blogspot.com/feeds/6340094470348626297/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3820414256000609877&amp;postID=6340094470348626297&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/6340094470348626297?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/6340094470348626297?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ABPf/~3/185asfqvwTQ/one-innocent-morning.html" title="One Innocent Morning" /><author><name>Not a Granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115512438677544300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16788462668419675641" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notagranny.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-innocent-morning.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUDQXs_eCp7ImA9WxVTF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820414256000609877.post-7773496913237300876</id><published>2008-12-31T13:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:04:30.540-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-31T14:04:30.540-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Not a Grampy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happy new year" /><title>Happy New Year!</title><content type="html">Another year is about to come to a close.  While it wasn't a completely wonderful year for me, it did have some wonderful moments.  The birth of my first &lt;a href="http://notagranny.blogspot.com/2008/11/glad-to-be-home.html"&gt;granddaughter&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; at a time when the whole family needed a lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The economy is in the pits, people are loosing their jobs and their homes right and left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retirement accounts have hit all time lows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our government finally admitted something that we knew for at least the last 8 months...we are in a recession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling quite blessed though.  I have a job, Not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Grampy&lt;/span&gt; has a job, both of my children have jobs.  We all have roofs over our heads and food on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have family that we love and that love us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I wish you each a Happy New Year and hope that 2009 is a Blessed year for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820414256000609877-7773496913237300876?l=notagranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notagranny.blogspot.com/feeds/7773496913237300876/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3820414256000609877&amp;postID=7773496913237300876&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/7773496913237300876?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/7773496913237300876?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ABPf/~3/4xWUD1h1Wp4/happy-new-year.html" title="Happy New Year!" /><author><name>Not a Granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115512438677544300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16788462668419675641" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notagranny.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4MSXY-eyp7ImA9WxVTE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820414256000609877.post-7908564286223418661</id><published>2008-12-27T10:39:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T11:06:28.853-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-27T11:06:28.853-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Not a Grampy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christmas" /><title>Catch up Time!</title><content type="html">First off, I hope everyone had a safe and happy Christmas. I will catch you all up on ours in a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The broken rib is doing pretty good. Still a lot of pain, especially when I cough, sneeze, hiccup, move, laugh...you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that it is impossible to shave your legs with a broken rib. Yeah, I look like a cave woman from the thigh down. I think I may have to bribe Not a Grampy to shave them for me. Of course, his payment will have to wait until my rib is healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to happier things, &lt;strong&gt;Christmas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a Grampy was the hero of the day! We had 18 people over for Christmas dinner. A 15# Standing Rib Roast with all the fixins. Plus we rented another table and chairs so everyone would have a place to sit. He was able to get it all out, almost on time, and get everything cleaned up without loosing his cool! Which if you know my hubby and his family...(we don't refer to ourselves as the Looney Family for no reason) is a miracle in itself. Just goes to show that Christmas is the season of miracles. That and Not a Grampy's penchant for having everything scheduled down to the nano second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the fun part! Pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is Gizmo wishing you all Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMc8qycZmrw/SVZRFHil90I/AAAAAAAAAg4/B1817mHlZ6k/s1600-h/001_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284500361131194178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMc8qycZmrw/SVZRFHil90I/AAAAAAAAAg4/B1817mHlZ6k/s400/001_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not A Grampy on Tuesday, peeling potatos for Christmas dinner.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMc8qycZmrw/SVZQ-Ar657I/AAAAAAAAAgw/8OWP0Yd9X5E/s1600-h/005_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284500239032182706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMc8qycZmrw/SVZQ-Ar657I/AAAAAAAAAgw/8OWP0Yd9X5E/s400/005_5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I have some good drugs??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMc8qycZmrw/SVZQ4lt5III/AAAAAAAAAgo/CnkwJ3vCx0I/s1600-h/003_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284500145893351554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMc8qycZmrw/SVZQ4lt5III/AAAAAAAAAgo/CnkwJ3vCx0I/s400/003_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is GK #2, nope he really wasn't with us this Christmas.  He was in Tennessee with his parents...looking for snow.  (They didn't find any)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMc8qycZmrw/SVZQ0lWq2YI/AAAAAAAAAgg/5aJtdf41brM/s1600-h/004_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284500077076470146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMc8qycZmrw/SVZQ0lWq2YI/AAAAAAAAAgg/5aJtdf41brM/s400/004_4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GK #1 opening his gifts.  He spent Christmas with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMc8qycZmrw/SVZQpOpAijI/AAAAAAAAAgY/aR0MXPnxhUU/s1600-h/012_12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284499882000812594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMc8qycZmrw/SVZQpOpAijI/AAAAAAAAAgY/aR0MXPnxhUU/s400/012_12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we have a large yard.  Our dinner guests were outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMc8qycZmrw/SVZQhezSvDI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/UwqFNwLBjIs/s1600-h/020_20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284499748899961906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMc8qycZmrw/SVZQhezSvDI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/UwqFNwLBjIs/s400/020_20.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMc8qycZmrw/SVZQWTcKxPI/AAAAAAAAAgI/c1ORAFs_9m8/s1600-h/024_24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284499556871619826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMc8qycZmrw/SVZQWTcKxPI/AAAAAAAAAgI/c1ORAFs_9m8/s400/024_24.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;We had a wonderful time.  Family, friends good food and good fun!  Hope everyone had a blessed holiday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3820414256000609877-7908564286223418661?l=notagranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notagranny.blogspot.com/feeds/7908564286223418661/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3820414256000609877&amp;postID=7908564286223418661&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/7908564286223418661?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/7908564286223418661?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ABPf/~3/3CNmeOKb9Vk/catch-up-time.html" title="Catch up Time!" /><author><name>Not a Granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115512438677544300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16788462668419675641" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMc8qycZmrw/SVZRFHil90I/AAAAAAAAAg4/B1817mHlZ6k/s72-c/001_1.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notagranny.blogspot.com/2008/12/catch-up-time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IMSXw_cCp7ImA9WxVTEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820414256000609877.post-1415373110213622553</id><published>2008-12-23T06:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T06:26:28.248-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-23T06:26:28.248-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="klutz" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="silly granny moves" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christmas" /><title>Oww!!!</title><content type="html">Owwie!  Owie!!  Owwie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke my rib.  The 9th one on the left side.  (who knew ribs were numbered)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 20 people coming for Christmas dinner in two days and I can't do shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know they don't wrap the ribs anymore?  Nope, just leave them on their own with instructions to rest and not partake in any strenuous activities?  WTF does that mean??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this breathing thingy that I am supposed to take 10 deep breaths into every hour.  That's to make sure I don't come down with pnuemonia.  See since my rib is broken I don't take very deep breaths...(because it hurts like hell).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to work today, I am off tomorrow and the rest of the week, but I have to go in today.  Shit, that means no Vicodin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how did I break my rib you are wondering????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped off of the bar stool out by the tiki bar Saturday night.  Only when I jumped down, I forgot that my left foot was wrapped around the bottom wrung...Yup, slam right into the wooden/tile top of the tiki bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever mention that my mother never included&lt;strong&gt; Grace&lt;/strong&gt; anywhere in my name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all!!  Wish me luck with dinner, Not a Grampy will be doing most of the work!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820414256000609877-1415373110213622553?l=notagranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notagranny.blogspot.com/feeds/1415373110213622553/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3820414256000609877&amp;postID=1415373110213622553&amp;isPopup=true" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/1415373110213622553?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/1415373110213622553?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ABPf/~3/gMvFlpLtCrw/oww.html" title="Oww!!!" /><author><name>Not a Granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115512438677544300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16788462668419675641" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notagranny.blogspot.com/2008/12/oww.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08MQXs4eSp7ImA9WxRbFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820414256000609877.post-3714841886054109136</id><published>2008-12-05T12:42:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:58:00.531-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-05T12:58:00.531-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="politically correct" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christmas" /><title>If Some People Had Their Way...</title><content type="html">we would be sending the following Christmas/New Years greetings out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Politically Correct Holiday Greeting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Best wishes for an environmentally conscious, socially responsible, low stress, non-addictive, gender-neutral, winter solstice holiday, practiced within the most joyous traditions of the religious persuasion of your particular choice, but with respect for the religious persuasion of others who choose to practice their own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;religion&lt;/span&gt;, as well as those who choose not to practice any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;religion&lt;/span&gt; at all. Additionally, a fiscally successful, personally fulfilling and medically uncomplicated recognition of the generally accepted calendar year 2009, but not without due respect for the calendars of choice of other cultures, whose contributions have helped make our society great, without regard to race, creed, color, religion or sexual orientation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Disclaimer: This greeting is subject to clarification or withdrawal. It implies no promise by the wisher to actually implement any of the wishes for her/himself or others, and no responsibility for any unintended emotional stress these greetings may bring to those not caught up in the holiday spirit.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fuck it!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;From my house to yours..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820414256000609877-3714841886054109136?l=notagranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notagranny.blogspot.com/feeds/3714841886054109136/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3820414256000609877&amp;postID=3714841886054109136&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/3714841886054109136?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/3714841886054109136?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ABPf/~3/2vdnHe-b-os/if-some-people-had-their-way.html" title="If Some People Had Their Way..." /><author><name>Not a Granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115512438677544300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16788462668419675641" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notagranny.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-some-people-had-their-way.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAAQHYyeCp7ImA9WxRUF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820414256000609877.post-5738106557805953932</id><published>2008-11-26T10:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:19:01.890-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-26T10:19:01.890-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thanksgiving" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christmas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holiday" /><title>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type="html">Tomorrow is Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get up in the morning, put on the coffee, pull out the Baileys (for my coffee, of course) turn on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; and watch the Macy's Day Parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I will get my arse off the couch and put together the vegetable dishes I am responsible for cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 1:30 pm we will head out the door to a cousins house to celebrate this day. We will be with Not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Grampy's&lt;/span&gt; family, sisters, cousins, their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will chat and toast, eat and be merry. We will have a wonderful time and then leave to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving will then be over. Which means one thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas!! Yeah! Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I can start putting up all the Christmas decorations (after I go shopping at 4am of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! Happy Thanksgiving and look out here comes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820414256000609877-5738106557805953932?l=notagranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notagranny.blogspot.com/feeds/5738106557805953932/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3820414256000609877&amp;postID=5738106557805953932&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/5738106557805953932?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/5738106557805953932?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ABPf/~3/H5BRB1BLfYE/happy-thanksgiving.html" title="Happy Thanksgiving" /><author><name>Not a Granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115512438677544300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16788462668419675641" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notagranny.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QHQn07eyp7ImA9WxRUEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820414256000609877.post-1937764459840333093</id><published>2008-11-19T15:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:08:53.303-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-19T15:08:53.303-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bloggers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="help" /><title>Missing Person</title><content type="html">One of our fellow bloggers has sent out an appeal to help locate her missing brother.  He was last seen in Bonita Springs, Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop by &lt;a href="http://thejuiciestbite.com/index.php/site/november172008/"&gt;Rachel's&lt;/a&gt; site and take a look at the pictures.  If you have seen him please email her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820414256000609877-1937764459840333093?l=notagranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notagranny.blogspot.com/feeds/1937764459840333093/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3820414256000609877&amp;postID=1937764459840333093&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/1937764459840333093?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/1937764459840333093?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ABPf/~3/M8-1aMAtK8g/missing-person.html" title="Missing Person" /><author><name>Not a Granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115512438677544300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16788462668419675641" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notagranny.blogspot.com/2008/11/missing-person.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYHR3Y6eyp7ImA9WxRUEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820414256000609877.post-342616905025003226</id><published>2008-11-18T09:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:55:36.813-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-18T09:55:36.813-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cuteness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="silly granny moves" /><title>I'm a Monster</title><content type="html">I've been lurking around the blogosphere and stole this from &lt;a href="http://thedutchfiles.com/2008/11/17/i-stole-something/"&gt;DutchBitch&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Cute Monster Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thecutemonstertest/monster-7.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a giving, open, loving person. You truly want the world to be a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You appreciate what you have in life. You are very content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your inner demon is sensitivity. You are very sensitive, and your sensitivity can be a double edged sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think you're cute because you're generous. You are easy to love - it's part of your charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thecutemonstertest/"&gt;The Cute Monster Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey it totally counts as a post!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820414256000609877-342616905025003226?l=notagranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notagranny.blogspot.com/feeds/342616905025003226/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3820414256000609877&amp;postID=342616905025003226&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/342616905025003226?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/342616905025003226?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ABPf/~3/g4_UjiGHpfo/im-monster.html" title="I'm a Monster" /><author><name>Not a Granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115512438677544300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16788462668419675641" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notagranny.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-monster.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AHRnw_cSp7ImA9WxRVFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820414256000609877.post-8871356852605280960</id><published>2008-11-12T12:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:42:17.249-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-12T12:42:17.249-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="grandchildren" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="washington" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dad" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby" /><title>Glad to be Home</title><content type="html">Boy am I glad to be home. A week wearing closed toe shoes destroyed my feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may have grown up in the snow, ice, cold wet rain of the Pacific Northwest, but we chose to retire from the military someplace warm. Someplace where I can swim in my pool 10 months our of the year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't see the sun for 5 days!!!! I wore a sweater over a sweater!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was important that I go visit Washington State. My &lt;a href="http://notagranny.blogspot.com/2008/01/mixed-emotions.html"&gt;father is dying &lt;/a&gt;from Congestive Heart Failure and Parkinson's Disease and a host of other complications that accompany these diseases. As I mentioned in that post, I didn't think I would see him alive again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then my darling sister presented me with a new niece!! Beautiful little girl born October 13. So at trip to the great wet North was in order. To see the little girl and to visit with my father. (pictures of baby shower will be coming soon).  We had over 50 people there and this baby shower did not end until after 9 pm!!  (yes, we do party a bit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was there, this little miracle was born, 6 weeks early in Ohio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267827064871071762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMc8qycZmrw/SRsUzivUMBI/AAAAAAAAAf4/aMTzIK0Nhb8/s400/Morgan+Ann-Marie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet GK #3 (grandkid #3).  All is well, even if she was a little early.  5 lbs, 1 oz, 18 inches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820414256000609877-8871356852605280960?l=notagranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notagranny.blogspot.com/feeds/8871356852605280960/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3820414256000609877&amp;postID=8871356852605280960&amp;isPopup=true" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/8871356852605280960?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/8871356852605280960?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ABPf/~3/kRhC9RE3CdY/glad-to-be-home.html" title="Glad to be Home" /><author><name>Not a Granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115512438677544300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16788462668419675641" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMc8qycZmrw/SRsUzivUMBI/AAAAAAAAAf4/aMTzIK0Nhb8/s72-c/Morgan+Ann-Marie.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notagranny.blogspot.com/2008/11/glad-to-be-home.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IERXw_cCp7ImA9WxRVEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820414256000609877.post-8614640848471694646</id><published>2008-11-09T13:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T13:31:44.248-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-09T13:31:44.248-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="washington" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="home" /><title>I'm not here...</title><content type="html">Hello....hi...uhm, yup I am here..kind of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually out in Washington State right now visiting my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, my sister had that cute little baby girl and I had to come out and get lots of pictures of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;itty&lt;/span&gt;, bitty fingers, ears, toes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but damn, it is cold here.  I don't do cold well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back to my lovely corner of the world on the 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for lots of pictures of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;itty&lt;/span&gt;, bitty fingers, ears, toes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820414256000609877-8614640848471694646?l=notagranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notagranny.blogspot.com/feeds/8614640848471694646/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3820414256000609877&amp;postID=8614640848471694646&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/8614640848471694646?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/8614640848471694646?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ABPf/~3/OcHknZIRWoI/im-not-here.html" title="I'm not here..." /><author><name>Not a Granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115512438677544300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16788462668419675641" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notagranny.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-not-here.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8NRHs-fip7ImA9WxRWEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820414256000609877.post-6695776688267927925</id><published>2008-10-29T08:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T08:54:55.556-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-29T08:54:55.556-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="death" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stupid" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Happy Birthday" /><title>Happy Birthday to Me</title><content type="html">Yes, today is my birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My co-workers decorated my office at work.  Signs all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will be fixing lunch and a wonderful cake to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we will also be cleaning out our co-workers office who passed away Friday night.  Another co-worker will be taking the items to the husband tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday are the services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we need to get on with life, celebrate things that come up.  Having little parties and get togethers help people grieve and move on.  I know that my co-worker would not be angry or upset that we are doing these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry.  I am mad as hell.  She shouldn't be gone.  It doesn't make sense and I don't really want to do anything except cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yah, Happy Birthday to Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820414256000609877-6695776688267927925?l=notagranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notagranny.blogspot.com/feeds/6695776688267927925/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3820414256000609877&amp;postID=6695776688267927925&amp;isPopup=true" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/6695776688267927925?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/6695776688267927925?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ABPf/~3/Br0GuWGwYdQ/happy-birthday-to-me.html" title="Happy Birthday to Me" /><author><name>Not a Granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115512438677544300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16788462668419675641" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notagranny.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMEQH84fCp7ImA9WxRWEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820414256000609877.post-7721269705483481552</id><published>2008-10-28T00:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T00:00:01.134-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-28T00:00:01.134-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="halloween" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coffin" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny times" /><title>What Would You Do?</title><content type="html">A man is walking home alone late one foggy Halloween night, when behind him he hears:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUMP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUMP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUMP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking faster, he look back and through the fog he makes out the image of an upright casket banging its way down the middle of the street toward him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUMP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUMP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUMP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrified, the man begins to run toward his home, the casket bouncing quickly behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FASTER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FASTER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUMP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUMP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUMP....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He runs up to his door, fumbles with his keys, opens the door, rushes in, slams and locks the door behind him. However, the casket crashes through his door, with the lid of the casket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clapping.clappity-BUMP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clappity-BUMP....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clappity-BUMP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on his heels, as the terrified man runs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushing upstairs to the bathroom, he locks himself in. His heart is pounding; his head is reeling; his breath is coming in sobbing gasps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a loud CRASH the casket breaks down the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumping and clapping toward him.The man screams and reaches for something, anything, but all he can find is a bottle of cough syrup! Desperate, he throws the cough syrup at the casket...and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coffin stops .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820414256000609877-7721269705483481552?l=notagranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notagranny.blogspot.com/feeds/7721269705483481552/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3820414256000609877&amp;postID=7721269705483481552&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/7721269705483481552?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820414256000609877/posts/default/7721269705483481552?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ABPf/~3/KQMDbPzJbYE/what-would-you-do.html" title="What Would You Do?" /><author><name>Not a Granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115512438677544300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16788462668419675641" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notagranny.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-would-you-do.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
