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/><category term="hankie" /><category term="dead" /><category term="trash" /><category term="culinary" /><category term="day" /><category term="winning" /><category term="food" /><category term="festivals" /><category term="history" /><category term="skins" /><category term="avengers" /><category term="camels joy" /><category term="dust" /><category term="quotes" /><category term="afro" /><category term="colors" /><category term="hats" /><category term="suldog" /><category term="napoleons" /><category term="maps" /><category term="medicine" /><category term="linen" /><category term="feet" /><title>THE BARBARA SHOW</title><subtitle type="html">Welcome to my World</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thebarbarashow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thebarbarashow.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147505724413955917/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18008645437111297913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="13" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV8ITPTnuBI/TTYE90OkVbI/AAAAAAAABVI/gzNpPov1ZIc/S220/icureflection.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/DJLuw" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/djluw" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8GSXo4cCp7ImA9WhRbFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147505724413955917.post-7508935624899436738</id><published>2012-02-05T07:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T08:40:28.438-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-05T08:40:28.438-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="colors" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="textbooks" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mbs books systems" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dame" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="green" /><title>Books!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thebarbarashow.blogspot.com/feeds/7508935624899436738/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thebarbarashow.blogspot.com/2012/02/books.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147505724413955917/posts/default/7508935624899436738?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147505724413955917/posts/default/7508935624899436738?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/DJLuw/~3/dsyljjxeaH8/books.html" title="Books!" /><author><name>Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18008645437111297913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="13" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV8ITPTnuBI/TTYE90OkVbI/AAAAAAAABVI/gzNpPov1ZIc/S220/icureflection.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L8mDUyqn6lI/Ty4GsXj2XOI/AAAAAAAABos/xF0ra0ZZBfo/s72-c/warinphill.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I love books.  I love the colors, the designs and the care that goes into the designs  and the covers.   A books cover can be rich in leathers of gold or deep earthy browns, while others are purples or reds or even those  rich greens creating the feel of the 1940s.  That's what I feel anyway.  I happen to think of the  printed fern on the curtain and slipcovered furniture, a filterless cigarette 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iyEGsFWkKme0RIYrlLyWCZSfUp8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iyEGsFWkKme0RIYrlLyWCZSfUp8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/DJLuw/~4/dsyljjxeaH8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thebarbarashow.blogspot.com/2012/02/books.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUHQ3o7eCp7ImA9WhRbEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147505724413955917.post-5450409178490500487</id><published>2012-01-31T09:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T09:03:52.400-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-31T09:03:52.400-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="suldog" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food network" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the pioneer woman" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="france" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cooking" /><title>Perchance to Blog</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thebarbarashow.blogspot.com/feeds/5450409178490500487/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thebarbarashow.blogspot.com/2012/01/perchance-to-blog.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147505724413955917/posts/default/5450409178490500487?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147505724413955917/posts/default/5450409178490500487?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/DJLuw/~3/ZN5Q4PaYPc0/perchance-to-blog.html" title="Perchance to Blog" /><author><name>Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18008645437111297913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="13" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV8ITPTnuBI/TTYE90OkVbI/AAAAAAAABVI/gzNpPov1ZIc/S220/icureflection.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I slept in this morning, until way after 7,  can't believe it.  I just couldn't dream, ha ha, of getting up at 4:30 a. m., when I originally opened my peepers.   I was involved in my dream visiting The Pioneer Woman  ,on their ranch, we were off lolly gagging somewhere on their zillions of acreage.  I know this happened  :) because I watched a taped version of The Food Network Show .
 
Who knew a
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That would be  my unruly twin talkin' like that.   The practical one, she'll stay, work on everything and make it better or adaptable and get on with it.  Just once though I'd like to be the other one and take a hike.  Be the bad 
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I'm making cakes for a friend from school and it's her  birthday.  She's helped me so much with those pesky little details of  Photoshop,  as well as other  essential aspects of learning Web Design, so I thought I'd bake her a cake  for the sacrifice of her time.  It was a great excuse to haul out the baking goodies and lose myself in a mound of 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tY3sznY7CvbM4m3viwFKjLFvWww/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tY3sznY7CvbM4m3viwFKjLFvWww/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/DJLuw/~4/5vx097Xss-M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thebarbarashow.blogspot.com/2012/01/part-2-nothing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQBSXs7eip7ImA9WhRVEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147505724413955917.post-8782883486712973866</id><published>2012-01-10T08:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T08:55:58.502-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-10T08:55:58.502-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mars" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="married" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="venus" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cookbook" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="home ec" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="button" /><title>Rolling rolling rambling ...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thebarbarashow.blogspot.com/feeds/8782883486712973866/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thebarbarashow.blogspot.com/2012/01/rolling-rolling-rambling.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147505724413955917/posts/default/8782883486712973866?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147505724413955917/posts/default/8782883486712973866?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/DJLuw/~3/96j4YsUI3Ok/rolling-rolling-rambling.html" title="Rolling rolling rambling ..." /><author><name>Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18008645437111297913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="13" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV8ITPTnuBI/TTYE90OkVbI/AAAAAAAABVI/gzNpPov1ZIc/S220/icureflection.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oXad3uPDW9Q/TwxN5tzetpI/AAAAAAAABnM/EpODZK3e93g/s72-c/Christmas+2011031.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">I haven't the foggiest idea what to write about.  This may be a whole post on nothing.  I've written them before and my consensus is, if Seinfeld can  and he created success from it, then I can write a few measly posts on nothing too.



Right now, I'm looking at some clothing which resisted the hangers for a few days, why does this happen?  
If you have any word concerning this, let me know so I
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It started with the Christmas decorations, which by the way, only fit into one tub.  I have limited space so that's a "have to".


I've been housing my daughters childhood mementos for quite some time, but when they have lived here longer than she has, it's time to go.  I need the space.  I 
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 crazy family

We had our own kind of  crazy family Christmas.  
Do you want to know who went?  
Me, my ex husband, his gay bf, our daughter with her bf and his daughter.  Our son met us there as did his wife who he is separated with and his new gf.   
Oh lordy, I've learned to not say I live a dull life and to please make it exciting.  Eventually you'll get what you ask 
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If you have'nt ever been, and are anxious to attend the latest showing in your town or are planning to go, or may even dread the thought  take heart. 


Swans Black and White
Photo from Orlando Ballet Company
orlandoballet.org
 I just saw the Reader's Digest Version, an hour in length and I must say it was much less painless.  I'm not knocking the full
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How do you say those words?  How do you say Merry Christmas?




This year Merry Christmas will be the words I utter, not to annoy anyone, it is just an outward expression of me, of my outlook on the season. . I am not  kicking politically correctiveness to the side, but when it comes to MY 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FL2hunP_Bvo11iIMDlpQd4ilEQU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FL2hunP_Bvo11iIMDlpQd4ilEQU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/DJLuw/~4/UalJV2vFIe4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thebarbarashow.blogspot.com/2011/12/seasoning.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUASHkyfyp7ImA9WhRSGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147505724413955917.post-7972700858261157065</id><published>2011-11-22T05:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T05:44:09.797-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-22T05:44:09.797-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tradition" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stuffing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="salad" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="turkey" /><title>Move over Moon Doggie</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thebarbarashow.blogspot.com/feeds/7972700858261157065/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thebarbarashow.blogspot.com/2011/11/move-over-moon-doggie.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147505724413955917/posts/default/7972700858261157065?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147505724413955917/posts/default/7972700858261157065?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/DJLuw/~3/Ncz27Ghl1fk/move-over-moon-doggie.html" title="Move over Moon Doggie" /><author><name>Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18008645437111297913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="13" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV8ITPTnuBI/TTYE90OkVbI/AAAAAAAABVI/gzNpPov1ZIc/S220/icureflection.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VpPiJYv7iZc/TssUJyFhmyI/AAAAAAAABjE/jlnhzgbh7Js/s72-c/tgtable.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">With all the planning and hustle and bustle, just about everyone sitting down to partake of the festivities at the dinner table will slave over stoves and spend money on too much food for such a short amount of time consuming mass quantities. (that makes me think of The Coneheads lol)  Then, we'll promptly fall asleep only to wake up feeling like it never happened, to start all over again only 
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I spent some time today with friends and was able to experience their version of an outward expression of a personal celebration..  How lucky?...no...this was a blessing, luck had nothing to do with it.  I was blessed to witness "vessels" sharing in their good fortune, giving to others without even seeing a surprise on those faces.  This filled me with a sense of awe.
It was the kind of  moment
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I saw an article about a man who served our country as did his father.  He had a flag he wanted to fly on Veterans Day,  but the where
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I bet you're thinking of Halloween...but actually I just got back from my exes house.. JK ....It's that eerie time of year when black cats need to stay hidden and the dentists should be giving discounts for all the extra work they will be getting after the holidays.  We're doing them a favor.

steve, tonia, gary, &amp;amp; me  '73

This used to be my favorite 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lZPhV5WBirZ92HbtxW8bskfR6SY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lZPhV5WBirZ92HbtxW8bskfR6SY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/DJLuw/~4/V-nnM98S-5E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thebarbarashow.blogspot.com/2011/10/wondering.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYERX4yfSp7ImA9WhdaEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147505724413955917.post-6712531907886833342</id><published>2011-10-19T18:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T18:15:04.095-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-19T18:15:04.095-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pixel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="necklace" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="website" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="geek" /><title>I am Geek</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thebarbarashow.blogspot.com/feeds/6712531907886833342/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thebarbarashow.blogspot.com/2011/10/think-geek-think-you-need-to-know-im.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147505724413955917/posts/default/6712531907886833342?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147505724413955917/posts/default/6712531907886833342?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/DJLuw/~3/xVzMy5O-sXs/think-geek-think-you-need-to-know-im.html" title="I am Geek" /><author><name>Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18008645437111297913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="13" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV8ITPTnuBI/TTYE90OkVbI/AAAAAAAABVI/gzNpPov1ZIc/S220/icureflection.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vGHtQ9RuYW4/Tp9U0lZEvbI/AAAAAAAABfk/3ym9fDZLoLw/s72-c/8bit_tie_new.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Think Geek!  I think you need to know I'm starting to...think like a Geek!  I'm getting excited over Photoshop, animation, and for a half a second HTML, but only that.  I'm still bruised by that dumb class, I suppose that'll change eventually, but for now, major yuck!  I'm even talking like I'm  22.  I wish! Duh!  If Valley girl syndrome sets in I'm really in trouble, I'll have to run to the 
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I wrote myself a note a few weeks back,  to be more consistent posting to my personal blog.  I'm a few days behind my well intended schedule.  I write for two other blogs.  One for my HOA and the other I have to keep updated for school.  This weekend was riddled with good 
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  When I entered school I had to readjust my way of thinking and not look at every book as $$ signs but as a learning tool.  You think I'm kidding? I had to refrain from flipping the book over and wanting to memorize the ISBN 
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I'm still technically challenged, like stirring muddy waters because the more I learn the more I have questions and the more confused I am.
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September, is tomorrow, it's the time of the year I get homesick, frighteningly nostalgic, so much so I want to drag the baking equipment out and turn my kitchen into baking central.
I'm ready to pull out the cinnamon incense, to decorate in varying shades of pumpkin colors, and 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/88MIc54GWs4j3AetriifQRtuXI4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/88MIc54GWs4j3AetriifQRtuXI4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/DJLuw/~4/It0spVICt_Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thebarbarashow.blogspot.com/2011/08/september.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUMQXwyfCp7ImA9WhdQEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147505724413955917.post-8345287265869975594</id><published>2011-08-12T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T15:51:20.294-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-12T15:51:20.294-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cookies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="papers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cupcakes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="and windows" /><title>I can't wait for Labor Day already</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thebarbarashow.blogspot.com/feeds/8345287265869975594/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thebarbarashow.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-cant-wait-for-labor-day-already.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147505724413955917/posts/default/8345287265869975594?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9147505724413955917/posts/default/8345287265869975594?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/DJLuw/~3/D5oBbF73ClU/i-cant-wait-for-labor-day-already.html" title="I can't wait for Labor Day already" /><author><name>Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18008645437111297913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="13" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lV8ITPTnuBI/TTYE90OkVbI/AAAAAAAABVI/gzNpPov1ZIc/S220/icureflection.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zaVGiNIIc-Q/TBNrEgfdQOI/AAAAAAAABPE/iY1QFm0B0ZQ/s72-c/books.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">In another week I'll start to feel like I did when I was a kid. Sort of....  School will begin again and I'll be cramming my head with all sorts of geeky stuff. Of course I have a long road before that actually happens.  I really can't wait to call up things in my memory bank at a moments notice like it's nothing.  I have no problem being a full fledged geek. 

 I really want to be good at 
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Bus stayed for a while
  Some photos are of people I never had a close connection too..I suppose you
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Let's see, I watched kids this week, I swam a little, possibly did more bobbing in the water than normal.  I need to clean, per usual.  I'm rearranging a ton of books at the thrift store where I volunteer.  So I have been planning for that.  I 'm also editing a book 
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I'm not satisfied..notabit
.(not that one)
 I threw out a cake the other day..Horrors.  it "Looked" great
but 
wasn't up to the standard I wanted it to be.  
. 
 I'm disappointed with how things have turned out.

I 
want  
Quality..
 DO YOU HEAR ME?
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