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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2enclosuresfull.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769823016918904241</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 07 Feb 2009 21:27:39 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>THE WEARER OF MANY HATS</title><description /><link>http://justmeandb.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Justmeandb)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/nltk" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/CDnn" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/cdnn" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769823016918904241.post-4595217986200209618</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Feb 2009 14:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-03T11:19:18.853-05:00</atom:updated><title>My 2 Month Experiment...</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;has ended. I am not sorry to see it end. It was so much more trouble then it was worth!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back in early December I created, and went online with a Grandparents Support Group. Not for just any group of Grands, but ones that are parenting their grandchildren, hence the title of the group, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://grandparentsparentingagain.aimoo.com/"&gt;Grandparents Parenting Again&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://grandparentsparentingagain.aimoo.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The members of the group were from a previous group created by someone else, and was hosted at MSN Groups.  Four "top" members of that group had a falling  out and the group left MSN and splintered. I, having been a long suffering glutton for punishment, joined both groups.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had a falling out with the owner of one of the newly formed groups and began my experiment in hosting my own group.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My experience with these women, and the occasional man, was that they were mostly very superficial, with the obligatory signing-in, saying "good morning", maybe "good night", with trivial crap in between. This was not what I had hoped for my group to be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"My members" wanted my site to be a cookie-cutter site of the lame, scarce optioned, MSN. I on the other hand believe that when it comes to technology, change is good. But I was dealing with people who are mostly in their late 60's, early 70's. I am only 49. I didn't want to believe that the gap in ages would matter, but I think it did. I am not "like them" either.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am the kind of person you either like or you don't, there is no middle ground.  I speak my mind, I do not sugar coat my feelings or words.  As anyone knows who frequently corresponds in one form or another through the Internet, words without benefit of body language or eye contact can be very misconstrued. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My group is not one that anyone who wishes to be hand held and told "Oh you poor thing", as they repeatedly tell a story of being victimized by their adult children, should belong to.  My words of encouragement would exist of "why do you put up with this crap?", and to explain to them, yet again, how they had the power to change the things in their lives.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the most active point of the 2 month experiment my group had 29 members. It is a totally private, secure group, with potential members having to apply to join. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Towards the end of the experiment it would seem that I irritated one member, and then a second one. The first rule when starting a group; "Start With New People!" I would never be able to overcome the little cliched that had formed way back in 2002 on MSN during the very first Grandparents group.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I joined the original support group in November 2007, just to see what it was all about. I quickly learned that there were liars, sympathy seekers, and gossips within the group. People with far more issues then being court ordered parents to another generation should have. Not everyone fit into one or more of these categories, just a powerful handful. I frequently would find my self thinking, "how in the world did a judge deem these people to be fit Guardians or Conservators?"  I was always amazed why none of them every questioned why new people would join, stay a couple of months, then never to be heard from again. I questioned it and was told, "that's just the way things are". Hmmm...sometimes it takes me awhile before I "get it".  Remember, this was the same group of people who joined my group.  Hmmm....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh it's all just fine with me that it has ended. I announced to one member only that I was closing the group, and in a batch I deleted every single member from my group. The group is not really closed, it remains open for new members to apply to join.  Right now it &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is more of something for me to play with. I enjoy designing new icons, headers and footers. This gives me a format to try out my new designs without having to worry about the "posters". If someone does happen to come along that would like to join a group for fun, and non-fakeness (is that a word? Spellcheck says no.), then my group is for them. Upon the deletion of members I received a couple of not so nice emails about it. Whatever. I told them they should start their own group at their own site, it's truly not that hard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I did have one member rejoin the group. I have "known" her over about two years, have talked to her on the phone, through email, and through other applications that we both have installed. We seem to be like minded individuals. But who knows, this too could change.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It has been a learning experience for sure. I am glad the experiment has ended.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On to my next challenge.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~4/V0wyWUJmdKE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~3/V0wyWUJmdKE/my-2-month-experiment.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Justmeandb)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justmeandb.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-2-month-experiment.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769823016918904241.post-1334657585254326379</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Dec 2008 19:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-21T14:56:13.542-05:00</atom:updated><title>That Time Of Year Again...</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/SU6bxefQMqI/AAAAAAAACYI/ncC7qmr7Yzg/s1600-h/jsw_tree2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282330687252214434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/SU6bxefQMqI/AAAAAAAACYI/ncC7qmr7Yzg/s320/jsw_tree2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't want to miss the opportunity to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and Season's Greetings!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Also a reminder to never forget the true meaning of the season.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace to All Everywhere,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~4/MAJCHbWzkEs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~3/MAJCHbWzkEs/that-time-of-year-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Justmeandb)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/SU6bxefQMqI/AAAAAAAACYI/ncC7qmr7Yzg/s72-c/jsw_tree2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justmeandb.blogspot.com/2008/12/that-time-of-year-again.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769823016918904241.post-6267366300255457966</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Dec 2008 17:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-14T12:09:39.837-05:00</atom:updated><title>NO ELECTRICITY IN THE NORTHEAST</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/SUU9Uei86gI/AAAAAAAACYA/CTelpP5Isgo/s1600-h/ice+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279693560168114690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/SUU9Uei86gI/AAAAAAAACYA/CTelpP5Isgo/s320/ice+man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are still without power. It has been out since December 11, 2008. The article below is the latest news update.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Article Date: Sunday, December 14, 2008

CONCORD, N.H. (AP) �?? An army of utility crews is expected in New
Hampshire Sunday to help restore power to hundreds of thousands of residents
still in the dark from Thursday night's devastating ice storm.Gov. John Lynch
and utility officials say residents should be prepared for extended
outages.Public Service Company says it likely will be Thursday or Friday �?? a
week after the storm �?? before all power is restored. Spokesman Martin Murray
said the company will have to rebuild the entire infrastructure of some sections
of the electrical delivery system, but progress is being made. As of Sunday
morning, about 194,000 PSNH customers were without power, down from 313,000
Saturday.At its peak Friday, more than 430,000 homes and businesses in New
Hampshire had lost power. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~4/hjrT1xe-W_k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~3/hjrT1xe-W_k/no-electricity-in-northeast.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Justmeandb)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/SUU9Uei86gI/AAAAAAAACYA/CTelpP5Isgo/s72-c/ice+man.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justmeandb.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-electricity-in-northeast.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769823016918904241.post-7821498759706357469</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2008 01:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-05T20:07:41.374-05:00</atom:updated><title>AND IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/STnQRGCCbtI/AAAAAAAAB3k/UaaUQOTerxM/s1600-h/OJ_Simpson_closed_eyes_homepage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276477430536761042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/STnQRGCCbtI/AAAAAAAAB3k/UaaUQOTerxM/s320/OJ_Simpson_closed_eyes_homepage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~4/QLLoQGo8IDY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~3/QLLoQGo8IDY/and-its-about-damn-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Justmeandb)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/STnQRGCCbtI/AAAAAAAAB3k/UaaUQOTerxM/s72-c/OJ_Simpson_closed_eyes_homepage.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justmeandb.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-its-about-damn-time.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769823016918904241.post-7771865639097167659</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2008 01:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-06T22:31:24.329-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ramblings</category><title>What Happened To September?</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, what happened to September? I can only hope winter flies by as quickly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Nothing earth shattering has really happened here lately, just the norm. We, like everyone else, are trying to ride the wave of the U.S. financial mess. So far we're surfing the wave. I just hope we have a safe landing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I will be very pleased when the presidential election is over. All this preliminary crap has gone on long enough. Let's just friggin' vote already! Rock on Obama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Oh, our dog has been sick. During one of my many sleepless nights I heard a very weird noise. It was my dog shaking her head vigorously from side to side which made her ears make a flapping sound. Something was wrong.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A trip to the vet was in order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The vet says our dog has an ear infection, caused by allegies. She's an indoor dog. What is she allergic too? Could it be from sleeping in our bed? Or possibly from laying on the couch? Maybe from a bowl that is always full of food? Or from stretching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;out on the carpet basking in the sun shining through the window? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This dog lives better than some people. I think she has a bug that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;crawled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;into her ear causing the infection. But hey, I'm not a vet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~4/v-Qt4bxbOxc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~3/v-Qt4bxbOxc/what-happened-to-september.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Justmeandb)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justmeandb.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-happened-to-september.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769823016918904241.post-2160699791014674494</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 Aug 2008 11:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-31T08:21:01.593-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ramblings</category><title>The Art Of Resolution With Nasty Neighbor</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It has been a long summer in dealing with our neighbor, Ann.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It all came to a head on Saturday when a man I have never seen before came onto my property and began screaming at me.  He called me a "bitch", and a "cunt".  He threatened to "smash my face".  He is a friend of Ann's.  I called the police.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After the policeman had spoken with Ann he called me to say that Ann would like to have a civil conversation regarding the property line issue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We met with Ann on her porch for over an hour.  She was sweet and nice.  She made small talk, we listened.  Ann grew up as an orphan.  At the age of three she was taken in by two elderly spinster ladies.  She married and had two children.  She has out lived both of her children and her first husband.  She remarried, and this husband died as well.  She is now alone in the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back to the property line dispute.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We showed her proof from the city that the corner of her garage actually sits very close to the property line.  It's construction does not meet the city regulations for the required setback from the property line.  We are not asking her to remove the garage, we just want to put up a fence along the property line.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She did admit that the property belongs to us (Hurrah!), but that she did not like the way we went about things.  Apparently she wanted us to discuss the fence with her prior to putting it up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, so maybe we should have knocked on her door and told her we wanted to put up a fence, but it honestly never occurred to us.  The fence was being put up on our property so why should we check with the neighbor that we rarely see and do not know?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Throughout all of this Ann knew that the property was not hers, but for whatever reason, she required that we ask her permission to clean up the false property line that she has created with debris, and to erect a fence on the true property line.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not going to say that I understand any of this because I don't.  I do know (now) that this is a lady who has suffered great loss in her life and I am now very empathetic towards her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ann has told us to go ahead and do whatever we want to do regarding the fence and putting up our new shed.  She asked if I wanted to dig up her flower garden which sits right on the property line.  I told her absolutely not, she could keep her garden, we will put the fence right behind it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is not our goal to take anything away from Ann.  Our only goal is to clean up the debris that she has dumped and to erect a fence to keep our dog in our yard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are life lessons to learn here.  I have learned several.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~4/FUvz8eG8tCQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~3/FUvz8eG8tCQ/art-of-resolution-with-nasty-neighbor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Justmeandb)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justmeandb.blogspot.com/2008/08/art-of-resolution-with-nasty-neighbor.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769823016918904241.post-1371353717761630320</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 02:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-15T22:27:50.803-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photos</category><title>The Unsightly Mess That Ann Has Made</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/SH1cB8NBYmI/AAAAAAAAB1E/5YzBwMW5ZhM/s1600-h/P1060975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223432331230012002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/SH1cB8NBYmI/AAAAAAAAB1E/5YzBwMW5ZhM/s320/P1060975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/SH1bqSEdVsI/AAAAAAAAB08/7JiQ2dNeWJY/s1600-h/P1060978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223431924782814914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" height="291" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/SH1bqSEdVsI/AAAAAAAAB08/7JiQ2dNeWJY/s320/P1060978.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~4/iNobPol0sTs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~3/iNobPol0sTs/unsightly-mess-that-ann-has-made.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Justmeandb)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/SH1cB8NBYmI/AAAAAAAAB1E/5YzBwMW5ZhM/s72-c/P1060975.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justmeandb.blogspot.com/2008/07/unsightly-mess-that-ann-has-made.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769823016918904241.post-1319368950061466023</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jul 2008 20:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-15T22:08:13.032-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ramblings</category><title>A Nasty Neighbor</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We officially have a nasty neighbor! It is my understanding that she is at least 82 years old, but that is no excuse for being nasty and rude. For many years now (over 12) our next door neighbor has been raking and throwing her yard scraps on the property line that joins our two properties. This was a practice established prior to our purchase of the home, that was allowed by the previous owners. We never realized the depth of the issue until we began to cut back the growth of brush at the property line to accommodate our new pool.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This neighbor, who I will call "Ann", has raked and raked until the piles that border the entire property line have fallen over directly onto our property in great unsightly heaps. These heaps are now in clear view for all to see.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I spoke to Ann last month and asked her to please stop doing it. I explained that it was bad enough that year after year we had to continue to clear from our yard all of debris that falls from the huge pine trees that she refuses to maintain, but now we also had to clear this mess as well. Ann's reply was, "well dear, at least it is not falling on your house". She then encouraged me to draw a line from one metal post to the other (property markers) and I would surely see that I was wrong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I did just that. I ran pink, plastic tape from post to post, the entire length of the property in dispute. She is very clearly misinformed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over the past two weeks she has repeatedly and purposely, dumped more debris on our property, and has ripped or cut the tape that I have put in place. I have continued to repair the tape as it has been torn down and removed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today in the mail we received a letter from a local lawyer. It basically states that he represents Ann, that we have "encroached" on her property, and are ordered immediately to remove the pink tape that I have put in place.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are furious! We will not remove the tape and instead will begin to put up a fence much sooner than originally planned. We will sue Ann in small claims court for the clean-up and removal of all of the debris that she has left, and continues to leave, on our property. I have taken photos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am sure that we have not heard the last from Ann, and she can be sure she has not heard the last from us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~4/POnLWMqHeqc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~3/POnLWMqHeqc/nasty-neighbor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Justmeandb)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justmeandb.blogspot.com/2008/07/nasty-neighbor.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769823016918904241.post-7016607734612155656</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jun 2008 22:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-30T16:41:37.050-04:00</atom:updated><title>This Is Getting Old Real Quick!</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;A couple of months ago I started getting Social Security Disability checks after waiting 2 long years and being denied twice.  I have not started getting Medicare yet, that will begin in December.  From what I can see, it will offer very little help and will only further complicate an already complicated situation.&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;I used to qualify for Medicaid with no strings attached.  Now, since I am getting Disability checks, I only qualify for Medicaid AFTER I spend $211.00 of my own money on medical expenses each month.  This procedure is called a "spend-down".&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;At first glance it doesn't seem like a bad deal.  I realize that many people pay out far more than that each month for medical insurance coverage.  When I was physically able to work I was one of these people.&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;However, things have changed.  My Social Security Disability check that comes the 3rd of each month is for a whopping total of $815.00.  If you have any math skills at all you can very easily deduce that $211.00 subtracted from $815.00 leaves me with $604.00 for the entire month.  My rent is $625.00 each month.&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;After I have spent $211.00, which by the way is the cost of a single prescription that I take twice daily, I must take the receipt down to Health &amp;amp; Human Services.  The case worker assigned to me then puts this information into their computer system.  The system updates overnight, so the next morning I have medical coverage for whatever days are remaining in the month.  Each month my medical coverage expires at midnight on the last day of the month, regardless of the date that I meet the "spend down".  So it is my best interest to meet this "spend down" as early in the month as possible.&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Three out of six of my prescriptions require that I pick up the prescription from the doctor's office due to the type of medication.  Three days ago I called my doctor's office to get refills.  This doctor has a policy of needing 24 hours to sign off on prescriptions once they are notified that I need them.  The 24 hour period has come and gone, I sit here waiting for a phone call from the nurse stating that they are ready for pick up.&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Today is the 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, the last day of the month.  My insurance expires at midnight.  &lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;On July 3rd I will reach my "spend down" and on July 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I will once again be covered until the 31st.  Then the whole process begins again.&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;There must be a better, easier way for people in need to acquire the services they must have to survive.  I would publicly like to state that the way New Hampshire runs their Medicaid program sucks!  Changes are desperately needed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~4/08TFZ-Jzxas" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~3/08TFZ-Jzxas/this-is-getting-old-real-quick.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Justmeandb)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justmeandb.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-getting-old-real-quick.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769823016918904241.post-8619161905485719047</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Jun 2008 13:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-04T09:39:41.748-04:00</atom:updated><title>GOT GAS?</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/SEaa2CWPnII/AAAAAAAAB0s/JtCsbc_lTwo/s1600-h/gas-prices.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208020272234339458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/SEaa2CWPnII/AAAAAAAAB0s/JtCsbc_lTwo/s320/gas-prices.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/SEaav-CQZoI/AAAAAAAAB0k/uDxSVKozT54/s1600-h/gas_pricesjpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208020167997548162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/SEaav-CQZoI/AAAAAAAAB0k/uDxSVKozT54/s320/gas_pricesjpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/SEaamp6i6VI/AAAAAAAAB0c/pYK5yh5Rnsk/s1600-h/GAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208020007977675090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/SEaamp6i6VI/AAAAAAAAB0c/pYK5yh5Rnsk/s320/GAS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/SEaagqqfR3I/AAAAAAAAB0U/gNGNV9ulUrI/s1600-h/GAS+GAGE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208019905099548530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/SEaagqqfR3I/AAAAAAAAB0U/gNGNV9ulUrI/s320/GAS+GAGE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;



&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~4/z0inbOhRQEc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~3/z0inbOhRQEc/got-gas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Justmeandb)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/SEaa2CWPnII/AAAAAAAAB0s/JtCsbc_lTwo/s72-c/gas-prices.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justmeandb.blogspot.com/2008/06/got-gas.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769823016918904241.post-6691862717251374115</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 May 2008 21:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-27T21:45:03.938-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ramblings</category><title>Happy Birthday To Me</title><description>Today is my birthday, 49 years.

My body feels 49 years and then some. The mind, well, that is a different story. My mind is still somewhere between 18-25, but much wiser and somehow sharper.

It is so true that "youth is wasted on the young".

My day started out crappy and then mellowed out, dissolved into quiet with a nap. I guess it could have been worse.

Next year is the big 50. A half a century old. What does one do when they turn a half a century old? Oh well, I have 364 days to think about it.

So tonight I will thank God for granting me another year of life. I pray he sees fit to grant me another 49, at least.

Ahh old girl, your're ok, you really are.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~4/xOVy087qpow" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~3/xOVy087qpow/happy-birthday-to-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Justmeandb)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justmeandb.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-to-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769823016918904241.post-8981168289360516911</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 May 2008 14:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-21T10:59:00.293-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ramblings</category><title>Summer Is Coming, I Can Feel It</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;We have been trying to do a "makeover" to every room in this old house.  Slipcovers, new carpet, bed linens, applances, TV, windows, have all been brought in to spruce things up.&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Now our new pool is up and filling with water as I write.  Our trampoline is also up, and we have been laying bark mulch around all of the flower beds.  I need to go to the greenhouse and buy my summer flowers.  Ahhhh, I love summer!&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Everything looks so green and pretty in the summer.  All winter long I crave the sunlight, and am reduced to the artificial light at the local tanning salon.  It's better than nothing.  It warms my soul.&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;There is a new bird in one of our trees.  He doesn't just chirp, he actually sings a song.  I can hear him right now.  I have never seen him so I have no idea what kind of bird this is.  The sound is simply perfect.&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;My sister is coming for a visit this summer from Virginia.  She does not come up here very often.  The last time she visited this house was 1999, the year I graduated college.  She is part of the reason the house is getting a makeover.  She has a very nice home of her own, with many nice things inside.  We want her to be comfortable.  I am sure she will be.&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;My days have been filled with "honey do" lists for Chris.  He has been wonderful about all of the new changes.  His adjustment to them does not come easily I know.  I love change and embrace it.  He does not.  Thank you Chris for putting up with me through all of this.  When it is all done you'll see, you will love it!  I promise!&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Before long it will all be done and we will be playing in the pool, and enjoying everything!&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Summer is coming!  Can you feel it?  I can.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~4/2kc86Lsr_Js" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~3/2kc86Lsr_Js/summer-is-coming-i-can-feel-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Justmeandb)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justmeandb.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer-is-coming-i-can-feel-it.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769823016918904241.post-8141175193329932135</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 May 2008 00:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-03T21:17:43.662-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ramblings</category><title>Good Deeds &amp; Karma</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;Today the new appliances that I had purchased arrived.  A shiny, white, new refrigerator, dishwasher, washer, and dryer.  I have never owned new appliances in my life, I have always had someone else's "cast offs".  But they were new to me, and better than nothing.&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;We had planned to sell the old appliances, they still worked and were hooked up until the new ones arrived.  But we didn't.  We gave them away, free of charge.&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;I placed an ad online and the emails started coming fast.  People could not believe they were free and still worked.  There must be a catch they thought.&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;At first I questioned myself as to whether or not I was doing the right thing by giving them away.  We are by no means rich.  We really could use the extra cash.&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Now they are gone.  Free of charge.  &lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;About an hour ago I received an email from the man who came this afternoon with a U-Haul and picked up the washer/dryer.  He thanked me for our kindness and generosity.  He said that his family was very appreciative.  My heart soared.&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;We did the right thing.  Isn't that what life's about anyway, helping others when we can?  Many people have come to my rescue throughout my life.  Giving back is what we all must do.  "Pay it forward".&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Who have you helped today?  Who can you help tomorrow?  Be kind to someone in need.  They will never forget it.  Neither will you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~4/D9Xns6DTy7k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~3/D9Xns6DTy7k/good-deeds-karma.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Justmeandb)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justmeandb.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-deeds-karma.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769823016918904241.post-4056720122368160764</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 May 2008 21:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-01T17:35:12.101-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ramblings</category><title>It Arrived This Week</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;"It" arrived this week, at last.  The readers of my blog know what "It" is.  &lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;All week long I have been doing my fair share of "stimulating the U.S. economy". &lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;I must admit that I have enjoyed procuring all of these long awaited, some unnecessary, items.  I am thoroughly exhausted and I am hurting badly.&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;I will be staying home tomorrow for some much needed rest and repair.  As the weekend approaches you might find me stimulating the economy just a bit more.&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;It's your turn now.  Get out there and shop till you drop!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~4/eBu-7N5gDc4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~3/eBu-7N5gDc4/it-arrived-this-week.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Justmeandb)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justmeandb.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-arrived-this-week.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769823016918904241.post-6905421245311275632</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Apr 2008 17:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-19T13:49:50.739-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">holiday</category><title>Home Sweet Home</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/SAov4UxNbYI/AAAAAAAABs8/uEIodZNjEtM/s1600-h/P1060580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191014165192207746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/SAov4UxNbYI/AAAAAAAABs8/uEIodZNjEtM/s320/P1060580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have returned from our vacation. I think we are all more tired then when we left. There is so much to see in Florida! SeaWorld is fabulous! So much better than Disney! The weather was sunny and warm. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I pushed myself a bit too much and am now paying the price with much pain.  Oh well, I know it will subside eventually.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think Social Security is finally getting their act together. Everyday I receive something in the mail that explains to me what to expect next. The one thing that I want to know most of all is when are they going to send me my money? I still have no answer, but we must be getting closer to the answer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~4/RVfEHgaD4sg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~3/RVfEHgaD4sg/home-sweet-home.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Justmeandb)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/SAov4UxNbYI/AAAAAAAABs8/uEIodZNjEtM/s72-c/P1060580.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justmeandb.blogspot.com/2008/04/home-sweet-home.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769823016918904241.post-6468898112996202972</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Apr 2008 22:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-05T23:27:37.348-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">holiday</category><title>Screw You, Skybus!!!</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;Effective at midnight last night Skybus Airlines closed up shop. No warning, just "sorry for the inconvenience", see ya bye!&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Normally I would say "that's a shame" and that would be the end of it. Not today.&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;My family had tickets for a Skybus flight that was heading to Orlando, Florida for an eight day vacation. Today is April 5th. We were leaving April 8th. Chances are that if you are flying from New Hampshire to Orlando in April it is because you have planned a vacation, NOT a business trip. This vacation has been planned and paid for since October 2007.&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;They sent me an email informing me of their closure, this morning. They said to contact my credit card company for a refund. We paid with a debit card. We have probably lost our money.&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;We won't be making it to historic St. Augustine, Florida. I hear it is a beautiful place to go.&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;After much scrambling we booked with a different airline, changed our car rental, etc., so we will be leaving after all.&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;SO SCREW YOU SKYBUS!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~4/KC3F0Ww0AVM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~3/KC3F0Ww0AVM/screw-you-skybus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Justmeandb)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justmeandb.blogspot.com/2008/04/screw-you-skybus.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769823016918904241.post-908507973796657081</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 2008 20:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-04T16:04:31.414-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photos</category><title>Grande Vista Resort, Orlando, Florida</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/R_KfRo5Gs5I/AAAAAAAABs0/nMwF0ezHb8A/s1600-h/100_2560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184381246440387474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/R_KfRo5Gs5I/AAAAAAAABs0/nMwF0ezHb8A/s320/100_2560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/R_Ke0I5Gs4I/AAAAAAAABss/iDZtFTY6CYk/s1600-h/100_2561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184380739634246530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="228" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/R_Ke0I5Gs4I/AAAAAAAABss/iDZtFTY6CYk/s320/100_2561.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Time draws near for our return to sunny Florida! This is the Grande Vista Resort. It is where we will stay during most of our vacation. We will also stay 3 days in historic St. Augustine, Florida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;I am so excited with anticipation that my mind is just spinning! It has been a long, cruel winter here in New Hampshire, and I can hardly wait to leave it all behind!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~4/pA0G7GQdHe0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~3/pA0G7GQdHe0/grand-vista-resort-orlando-florida.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Justmeandb)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/R_KfRo5Gs5I/AAAAAAAABs0/nMwF0ezHb8A/s72-c/100_2560.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justmeandb.blogspot.com/2008/04/grand-vista-resort-orlando-florida.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769823016918904241.post-3568998011021392983</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Mar 2008 00:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-20T20:59:32.438-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photos</category><title>If He Could Vote...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/R-MIMI5Gs2I/AAAAAAAABsY/qLwNGGIo06E/s1600-h/DSC03481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179993001044652898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/R-MIMI5Gs2I/AAAAAAAABsY/qLwNGGIo06E/s320/DSC03481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~4/wlLakQxapX8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~3/wlLakQxapX8/if-he-could-vote.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Justmeandb)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/R-MIMI5Gs2I/AAAAAAAABsY/qLwNGGIo06E/s72-c/DSC03481.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justmeandb.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-he-could-vote.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769823016918904241.post-5289518867748970615</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 22:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-24T18:07:53.835-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ramblings</category><title>And The Wait Continues</title><description>In August 2005 I was diagnosed with Interstitial Cystitis (IC) by a urologist, and a surgical procedure. IC is an extremely painful, and often chronic desease of the bladder. There is no known cause or cure. This condition is rarely relieved through medication. You will need to look this up yourself because I get tired of hearing myself explain it.







In 2006, after being diagnosed with a secondary desease of Fibromyalgia, it became quite clear to me that my days as an employee were numbered.







I filed for Social Security Disability in 2006. I was denied benefits twice. I then hired a lawyer.







In November 2007 I was awarded full benefits by an Administrative Social Security Judge. Three days later a letter arrived stating that the Social Security Review Board had selected my case to be reviewed. So the wait continued.







This month I received notice that the Review Board agrees with the Administrative Judge, and the ruling stands as "Fully Favorable".







So, ok, I have waited long enough for my money. Were is my lump sum check? I want it, and I want it now! The lawyer will get 25%, but that still leaves me with plenty. I have plans for that money.







Because I also receive medicaid, I will have 30 days to spend every dime, or risk losing medicaid if I save it. That's ok, I can spend money fast.







New laptops for Shaun and me, bedroom furniture, carpet, clothes. Maybe a prepaid, week long vacation on the beach in Maine. These have all made it to my list.







Everyday I wait for the mail lady. No money yet.







And the wait continues. Stay tuned.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~4/6rwnpTzxtJE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~3/6rwnpTzxtJE/and-wait-continues.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Justmeandb)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justmeandb.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-wait-continues.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769823016918904241.post-5908667605919603685</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Jan 2008 21:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-27T17:26:08.125-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ramblings</category><title>A Man Called Walter</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sure you've heard of Walter Mitty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The man of fiction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with dreams and grandiose plans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that he is unable or unwilling to fulfill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because he lacks skill, it is so much easier to dream and plan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;than to take action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paying lip service with "One day I'm going to..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Promises broken, plans not put into action,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Screw the dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am tired of Walter, do YOU hear me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I AM TIRED OF WALTER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have played Mrs. Mitty long enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I am through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do YOU hear me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The dis/unorganization of it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Has brought me to the brink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pick my battles and now I am done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YOU, my dear Walter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are now left to your own devices and indecisiveness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YOU have turned me into a nag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A nag that never was, until YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YOU are driving me crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a disappointment this whole ordeal has been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a tremendous waste of my time and efforts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good bye Walter, or whoever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the hell you are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~4/oWM_okZ7acQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~3/oWM_okZ7acQ/man-called-walter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Justmeandb)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justmeandb.blogspot.com/2008/01/man-called-walter.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769823016918904241.post-7331159426083162187</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jan 2008 14:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-16T19:46:14.454-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ramblings</category><title>I'm Baaack!</title><description>It's been awhile but I have been busy!


First off let me say that getting a foot of snow each week since before Christmas has become a major drag. I thought global warming was in effect? We had a foot of snow at the beginning of the week and another storm is coming at the end of this week.  Green is my favorite color, not white.


I spend much of my time reading and writing posts to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; group that I belong to called &lt;em&gt;Grandparents Raising &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Grandkids&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/em&gt;It is a marvelous group of dedicated grandparents who, like me, have taken on the daunting task of becoming "parents" to their grandchildren.  May God be with us all through our struggles and triumphs.


&lt;em&gt;American Idol&lt;/em&gt; has returned for another season.  I guess it's better than nothing.  Sometimes this show is hard for me to watch, I get so embarrassed for the mentally deficient, can't carry a tune in a bucket, people.  This writer's strike is killing me.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;C'mon&lt;/span&gt; people!  Settle your issues and get back to work!


The politicians left our state a week or so ago.  I was not sorry to see them or their redundant television ads go away.  Never fear, they will be back.


We are anxiously waiting for our return to Florida in April.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;, I crave the warm, sunny weather.  My body requires it.  &lt;em&gt;Hang on, just a few more months&lt;/em&gt;, I tell it daily.


Enough for now, I'll talk to ya'll later.  Stay warm.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~4/c5RdnDZqYJQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~3/c5RdnDZqYJQ/im-baaack.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Justmeandb)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justmeandb.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-baaack.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769823016918904241.post-4636089139095635209</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jan 2008 02:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-01T21:40:15.309-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photos</category><title>Why Can't It Be Summer All Year?</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/R3r4V1vobhI/AAAAAAAABlk/fscNVBv0tdQ/s1600-h/DSC01443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150702177939385874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/R3r4V1vobhI/AAAAAAAABlk/fscNVBv0tdQ/s320/DSC01443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~4/8dFU37NUQR4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~3/8dFU37NUQR4/why-cant-it-be-summer-all-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Justmeandb)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BZ1aKHpBA9I/R3r4V1vobhI/AAAAAAAABlk/fscNVBv0tdQ/s72-c/DSC01443.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justmeandb.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-cant-it-be-summer-all-year.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769823016918904241.post-591889102881794635</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Dec 2007 18:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-29T20:18:43.174-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">political SNAFU</category><title>2008</title><description>The holidays are almost over, and a new year will soon be here. I had a good Christmas, and that is all I will say on the subject. I am ready to move on, into the New Year of 2008.



2008 will bring us a new President, finally. Eight long years of the Bush regime has been economically, politically, and socially brutal. The current administration has misled it's trusting citizens. We have been lied to numerous times, and led into a war that is unjustified and criminal on every level. I support the troops that are fighting and dying every second. I DO NOT SUPPORT THIS WAR OR THE UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT THAT CONDONES IT!



I remember the anti-war protesters of the 60's and 70's. I remember them fondly. They were a driving force with a loud and determined voice. Where are the voices now? Where is the press coverage? The media coverage of the Vietnam War was astounding. Does it take the reinstating of a forced military draft for people to see what is happening and become outraged? Coming soon to a neighborhood near you.



The current administration has kept it's citizens so preoccupied with the escalating costs of gas, food, home heating oil, rent, the current mortgage crisis, and basic individual survival here at home, that they do not have the time or energy to have a voice. We have become a nation distracted. There is a method and a reason to the madness of this administration and the dire straits that many families find themselves in. The art of distraction.



Let 2008 be the year that you are heard. Be loud, obnoxious, protest and vote. Do whatever it takes to effect meaningful and lasting change.



Take back the United States, the country we love, the place we call home.



Peace&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~4/HAJAMi3Ps9w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~3/HAJAMi3Ps9w/2008.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Justmeandb)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justmeandb.blogspot.com/2007/12/2008.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769823016918904241.post-2685421826499480528</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 23:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-20T18:59:34.891-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">holiday</category><title>It is Christmas but...</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is Christmas, my favorite time of year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet I am sad, very sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want to be, and I fight it every minute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are things that need to be said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to certain people &lt;em&gt;right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it must wait until after Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is eating me up inside, these feelings of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;may the powers that be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;find me and bring me peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe if I am very, very still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will hear the voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peace, Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~4/ikXPgceRT78" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~3/ikXPgceRT78/it-is-christmas-but.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Justmeandb)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justmeandb.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-is-christmas-but.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769823016918904241.post-4905893924183690166</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Dec 2007 00:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-17T19:31:14.587-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">holiday</category><title>Yes, Virginia</title><description>Eight-year-old Virginia O'Hanlon wrote a letter to the editor of New York's Sun, and the quick response was printed as an unsigned editorial Sept. 21, 1897. The work of veteran newsman Francis Pharcellus Church has since become history's most reprinted newspaper editorial, appearing in part or whole in dozens of languages in books, movies, and other editorials, and on posters and stamps. I reprint this as my gift to all of you.




&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"DEAR EDITOR: I am 8 years old. "Some of my little friends say there is no Santa
Claus. "Papa says, 'If you see it in THE SUN it's so.' "Please tell me the
truth; is there a Santa Claus?"VIRGINIA O'HANLON."115 WEST NINETY-FIFTH
STREET."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the
skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except [what] they see. They
think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All
minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great
universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared
with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of
grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus.
He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know
that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how
dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as
if there were no VIRGINIAS. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry,
no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except
in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would
be extinguished.Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in
fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on
Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus
coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign
that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that
neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn?
Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive
or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.You may
tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a
veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united
strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith,
fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture
the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, VIRGINIA, in all this
world there is nothing else real and abiding. No Santa Claus! Thank God! he
lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times
ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of
childhood.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS TO US ALL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~4/tEP8UqY-Msg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NLTK/~3/tEP8UqY-Msg/eight-year-old-virginia-ohanlon-wrote_17.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Justmeandb)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justmeandb.blogspot.com/2007/12/eight-year-old-virginia-ohanlon-wrote_17.html</feedburner:origLink></item><language>en-us</language><media:rating>nonadult</media:rating></channel></rss>

