<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472185391567829076</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 08 Nov 2024 15:36:11 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>life</category><category>Friend</category><category>Friends</category><category>Soul</category><category>christmas</category><category>home</category><category>Feelings</category><category>Happy</category><category>Insurance Claims</category><category>Refreshing</category><category>Twitter</category><category>aging</category><category>angels</category><category>annoyed-american</category><category>blog make over</category><category>blog-closed</category><category>boy</category><category>boy-and-girl</category><category>captive</category><category>castle</category><category>changes</category><category>corner</category><category>crossroads</category><category>damn</category><category>dying</category><category>eat pray love</category><category>election</category><category>fight</category><category>fire</category><category>george carlin</category><category>girls</category><category>horse</category><category>hurting</category><category>ice-cream</category><category>julia roberts</category><category>kia</category><category>kickApps</category><category>kiss</category><category>kiss-ass</category><category>link back</category><category>lost</category><category>love</category><category>no-regrets</category><category>online world</category><category>our house</category><category>rat</category><category>rebuilding-blog</category><category>rednecks</category><category>rss</category><category>season's in hell</category><category>sick</category><category>slow-load</category><category>snow</category><category>solitary confinement</category><category>storm</category><category>sun</category><category>test</category><category>thanksgiving</category><category>the-end</category><category>tornado</category><category>trash.</category><category>upside-down</category><category>wife</category><category>world</category><category>yuku</category><title>chilly's</title><description></description><link>http://1chilly.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (chilly)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle/><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><xhtml:meta content="noindex" name="robots" xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"/><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472185391567829076.post-6801162004961958973</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Feb 2011 21:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-06T16:07:14.808-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blog-closed</category><title>I'm done with this blog.</title><description>Like everywhere else, this blog to is a failure. Writing in a journal seems to collect peeking eyes, blogging and anywhere else I have tried isn't working. So there no other chance of any kind for an outage, venting or whatever one wants to call it, and I've no choice but to leave keep it all within myself. But some have a problem with what I say,&amp;nbsp; and some think I need to explain myself, but I will not explain my every move nor will I be censered.&lt;br /&gt;
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Also I go to facebook last evening, It was nice to know I only have two fans or whatever called. It was suppose to list the top ten people. Ha! It could only list two out of ten people. Real fuckin' fun to learn how people care.....&lt;b&gt; less&lt;/b&gt;!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Warning: Not responsible from here on out if I blow up on someones ass!&amp;nbsp; *muhahahaaa...*</description><link>http://1chilly.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-done-with-this-blog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (chilly)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472185391567829076.post-374210954586205828</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Jan 2011 17:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-24T12:04:00.369-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the-end</category><title>No more....</title><description>in me to give to this blog. No heart to put into it.&lt;br /&gt;
I've looked at this screen for a half hour now and nothing will come to me, or nothing I can say. Just one more thing to fail at.</description><link>http://1chilly.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-more.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (chilly)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472185391567829076.post-3069258336528720649</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Jan 2011 07:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-24T02:44:02.625-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">upside-down</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">world</category><title>Well, How's Your World??</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Upside down???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO8Ptq-2WCMo-ki8hFTRncJRo78dXUDq-zmz9plhi-iB3Vx0SIQ2uIfdQX42D-GKF7IiHUK8XkDNqivjoqP3806VClcfiy2rocURTcEoze8_fE3CbO_pKFMIygqj46id6xPOBiZHUavQw3/s1600/UpsideDown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO8Ptq-2WCMo-ki8hFTRncJRo78dXUDq-zmz9plhi-iB3Vx0SIQ2uIfdQX42D-GKF7IiHUK8XkDNqivjoqP3806VClcfiy2rocURTcEoze8_fE3CbO_pKFMIygqj46id6xPOBiZHUavQw3/s320/UpsideDown.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://1chilly.blogspot.com/2011/01/well-hows-your-world.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (chilly)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO8Ptq-2WCMo-ki8hFTRncJRo78dXUDq-zmz9plhi-iB3Vx0SIQ2uIfdQX42D-GKF7IiHUK8XkDNqivjoqP3806VClcfiy2rocURTcEoze8_fE3CbO_pKFMIygqj46id6xPOBiZHUavQw3/s72-c/UpsideDown.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472185391567829076.post-932338282036611557</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Jan 2011 17:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-21T12:03:22.212-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">changes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">test</category><title>Got To Make A Few More Changes</title><description>This is more of a test than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;
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Got it loading much faster now. Not as fancy as I had from using the Blogger designer, but building my own skin makes it load faster.&lt;br /&gt;
Can't get the reactions button to work.&lt;br /&gt;
Need to maybe do something for the banner/header.&lt;br /&gt;
Thinking about a URL and name change for this blog.&lt;br /&gt;
Want to install a new set of social bookmarking buttons. I don't like the dull looking gray buttons that Blogger gives.&lt;br /&gt;
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Give me time, I'll think of more changes. lol</description><link>http://1chilly.blogspot.com/2011/01/got-to-make-few-more-changes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (chilly)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472185391567829076.post-749175487223680929</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Jan 2011 16:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-17T11:30:37.988-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rebuilding-blog</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">slow-load</category><title>Thinking A Rebuild Is In Order</title><description>Thinking maybe I'm going to rebuild this skin. Since I changed it over to the new template designer, 1, I haven't like the coding from the first day I changed over to the designer. It's to scrambled up for me to make heads or tails out of it. And 2, this skin is slow as hell. I get tried of waiting on it to load.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'll work on another skin in my test blog using the old template and maybe in the next few days, I'll have a new look or at least a different skin here.</description><link>http://1chilly.blogspot.com/2011/01/thinking-rebuild-is-in-order.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (chilly)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472185391567829076.post-4898549624921881164</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Jan 2011 18:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-16T13:35:17.164-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">corner</category><title>Backed Into A Corner...</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAonWSVByxaaPkekKzxjVibphQROJCe9veaSA44LHubBiuLvoO_5TzlVg1ChMxBVsh8izKtNU9QmpF6lj8SBeK3QpsQIitmBTdLbmfZpHS8mMPeHD65nrf-RuFprO8Xp5PN_QDVeTK_rDB/s1600/painted-into-corner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXifyLFfofwvygruJF2ufZJngkp8yWXWj6bv8YX-SAJkE1DSzAIiP4FGyJHWtfWxtevR0HeoF7VTrDfzhXjNbwSFZGZ_3gqvGPTLDpx1Y8e0Mi-JaZeF3nrL34aZD5k7naJkYo3_Z-Jtkh/s1600/icecream.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXifyLFfofwvygruJF2ufZJngkp8yWXWj6bv8YX-SAJkE1DSzAIiP4FGyJHWtfWxtevR0HeoF7VTrDfzhXjNbwSFZGZ_3gqvGPTLDpx1Y8e0Mi-JaZeF3nrL34aZD5k7naJkYo3_Z-Jtkh/s1600/icecream.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://1chilly.blogspot.com/2011/01/got-ice-cream.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (chilly)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXifyLFfofwvygruJF2ufZJngkp8yWXWj6bv8YX-SAJkE1DSzAIiP4FGyJHWtfWxtevR0HeoF7VTrDfzhXjNbwSFZGZ_3gqvGPTLDpx1Y8e0Mi-JaZeF3nrL34aZD5k7naJkYo3_Z-Jtkh/s72-c/icecream.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472185391567829076.post-4281363305719825641</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Jan 2011 17:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-13T12:05:24.137-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">boy-and-girl</category><title>Peek - A - Boo</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl38kmnRt6mplbY74UOSojMAafsM7wBYkhSgfgymGeuK8SCz-kFDoSkI0rsrQwVK9jdMVpc8HKTZprgif69Q2JhmoWLqkEMJdTTanTXC_waQUPJyb2qFvV_86pYpQ8Xne_FFD7apcQv0Sv/s1600/2196552507_fc12ba468e_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl38kmnRt6mplbY74UOSojMAafsM7wBYkhSgfgymGeuK8SCz-kFDoSkI0rsrQwVK9jdMVpc8HKTZprgif69Q2JhmoWLqkEMJdTTanTXC_waQUPJyb2qFvV_86pYpQ8Xne_FFD7apcQv0Sv/s400/2196552507_fc12ba468e_z.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://1chilly.blogspot.com/2011/01/life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (chilly)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl38kmnRt6mplbY74UOSojMAafsM7wBYkhSgfgymGeuK8SCz-kFDoSkI0rsrQwVK9jdMVpc8HKTZprgif69Q2JhmoWLqkEMJdTTanTXC_waQUPJyb2qFvV_86pYpQ8Xne_FFD7apcQv0Sv/s72-c/2196552507_fc12ba468e_z.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472185391567829076.post-6384255719512684814</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Jan 2011 16:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-13T11:56:08.619-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">no-regrets</category><title>No Regrets...</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg2kXUGTbmCgO8fmwQS_X5JepNKxcYDylcMXDShBzwapEpjXd9yQWC0I8VlIrZ1s3q0Mu6XyV59blBQQT6tmuxkZ_OUnmfBAvfBsWGY4EaiDauN4stoDzA9AjbsDXlEPX6MGYuaWt25BPy/s1600/couples.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg2kXUGTbmCgO8fmwQS_X5JepNKxcYDylcMXDShBzwapEpjXd9yQWC0I8VlIrZ1s3q0Mu6XyV59blBQQT6tmuxkZ_OUnmfBAvfBsWGY4EaiDauN4stoDzA9AjbsDXlEPX6MGYuaWt25BPy/s400/couples.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://1chilly.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-regrets.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (chilly)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg2kXUGTbmCgO8fmwQS_X5JepNKxcYDylcMXDShBzwapEpjXd9yQWC0I8VlIrZ1s3q0Mu6XyV59blBQQT6tmuxkZ_OUnmfBAvfBsWGY4EaiDauN4stoDzA9AjbsDXlEPX6MGYuaWt25BPy/s72-c/couples.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472185391567829076.post-3381838164839124262</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Jan 2011 16:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-13T11:53:20.929-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sun</category><title>The Sun's Soul</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5gY_ZByXH5P3HLhp6FDuBZwkDhrsWF2gv-Ldtj9gmk_Dsi7DYA8ExQfFqWxkR_lCjnGJ2ybxJipz9nipR1o0rMnmxninMZoqnZRFned3hf7TvrYH6VfnO25Heh3j0ctEUspjGOfPyKVWN/s1600/art_fantasy-042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5gY_ZByXH5P3HLhp6FDuBZwkDhrsWF2gv-Ldtj9gmk_Dsi7DYA8ExQfFqWxkR_lCjnGJ2ybxJipz9nipR1o0rMnmxninMZoqnZRFned3hf7TvrYH6VfnO25Heh3j0ctEUspjGOfPyKVWN/s400/art_fantasy-042.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://1chilly.blogspot.com/2011/01/suns-soul.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (chilly)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5gY_ZByXH5P3HLhp6FDuBZwkDhrsWF2gv-Ldtj9gmk_Dsi7DYA8ExQfFqWxkR_lCjnGJ2ybxJipz9nipR1o0rMnmxninMZoqnZRFned3hf7TvrYH6VfnO25Heh3j0ctEUspjGOfPyKVWN/s72-c/art_fantasy-042.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472185391567829076.post-8807868646809122555</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Jan 2011 16:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-13T11:48:53.650-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fire</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">horse</category><title>Wild Stang</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVMT97tr7KkjUc9q2Nw75L-MQCoX2RcgOijMt2pG_d0_vdDVqcUlsQDal8s8hP8OE3Xhz3AGvqELIHKi3aenZG1fjauL2o-hxckv5A_33h9i4TEf0sfjBgcgKxMmD6pfPhdxqlFYySM16U/s1600/The-Fire-Lord.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVMT97tr7KkjUc9q2Nw75L-MQCoX2RcgOijMt2pG_d0_vdDVqcUlsQDal8s8hP8OE3Xhz3AGvqELIHKi3aenZG1fjauL2o-hxckv5A_33h9i4TEf0sfjBgcgKxMmD6pfPhdxqlFYySM16U/s400/The-Fire-Lord.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://1chilly.blogspot.com/2011/01/wild-stang.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (chilly)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVMT97tr7KkjUc9q2Nw75L-MQCoX2RcgOijMt2pG_d0_vdDVqcUlsQDal8s8hP8OE3Xhz3AGvqELIHKi3aenZG1fjauL2o-hxckv5A_33h9i4TEf0sfjBgcgKxMmD6pfPhdxqlFYySM16U/s72-c/The-Fire-Lord.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472185391567829076.post-3245874789732744917</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Dec 2010 22:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-26T17:25:28.034-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">christmas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">our house</category><title>Our House</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our house covered in Christmas snow. Many years since I've seen it snow on Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig3lMMvOjSGSmjESw2jUW6eP-kaayd5_k0EqRp1QF8FyYpq89A-kQfnH48hNt9iqjwAS6hyphenhyphenvFa_GlfOldLtcQ9khpQae2cmrz3HW_fgybp5KKBW3LTW79IVBXvC3l-OzZ2Vb4JJyFMiuie/s1600/Ourhouse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig3lMMvOjSGSmjESw2jUW6eP-kaayd5_k0EqRp1QF8FyYpq89A-kQfnH48hNt9iqjwAS6hyphenhyphenvFa_GlfOldLtcQ9khpQae2cmrz3HW_fgybp5KKBW3LTW79IVBXvC3l-OzZ2Vb4JJyFMiuie/s400/Ourhouse.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dec. 25, 2010&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;More pics of our Christmas &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nymutt/sets/72157625677678876/"&gt;HERE... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://1chilly.blogspot.com/2010/12/our-house.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (chilly)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig3lMMvOjSGSmjESw2jUW6eP-kaayd5_k0EqRp1QF8FyYpq89A-kQfnH48hNt9iqjwAS6hyphenhyphenvFa_GlfOldLtcQ9khpQae2cmrz3HW_fgybp5KKBW3LTW79IVBXvC3l-OzZ2Vb4JJyFMiuie/s72-c/Ourhouse.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472185391567829076.post-5139036612772732040</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Dec 2010 05:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-21T00:57:41.394-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">christmas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">home</category><title>Home for Christmas</title><description>Okay, not really on Christmas, but we got invited to a Christmas party with some great friends, which is more like my family more than friends. Anyway, they invited us up for the party with their family this past weekend.&lt;br /&gt;
Our car is getting miles on it and also has a few bad oil leaks that makes it used a bit of oil so we decided to rent a car to drive back home which is about 3 1/2 hours north of here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ha, was beginning to wonder if we would get a car. Wanda called about getting a car two weeks ago, then Friday we called about getting the car early that morning. Well, we were suppose to pick it up around 9:00am, but the car wasn't in and found out the car they were going to rent us was wrecked and they had no other car. Well, around 12:00 noon we started getting annoyed with them. So another car came in that was bigger, nicer than we were planning to get. So they gave us that car for the price of the other car plus knocked a day off the total rental price. So we done pretty good at getting a car other than leaving about 5 hours late but we were still alright on getting up the road. &lt;br /&gt;
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Finally getting to North Carolina that Friday evening. Had a great time there. The weekend just went by to fast and I wasn't ready to come back but had to. It was a Christmas just like I used to know. House full of people. Had tons of great food. And had kids running around playing. And no tension! Saturday we even had snow fall all day. Snow didn't lay much but still fun to watch it fall.&lt;br /&gt;
It was really fun to have another big Christmas get together again as I had given up all hopes to ever see it again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then got home, I believe it colder down here in Georgia than it was up in North Carolina. And walked into the house and heard a chirping sound about like a bird makes. The batteries had ran down in the smoke alarms sometime during the weekend while we were away. So I had to change the batteries because there's&amp;nbsp; no more annoying sound than hearing them chirping every half minute. lol &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Thanks Danny and Jeanette!&lt;/i&gt;</description><link>http://1chilly.blogspot.com/2010/12/home-for-christmas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (chilly)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472185391567829076.post-7938427941685185391</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Dec 2010 05:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-13T00:39:18.120-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><title>Pondering On Love</title><description>Why does love escape??? Shouldn't love be forever once you find it no matter what happens???&lt;br /&gt;
Love should never be annoying and love should never be a question in your heart or mind. Do you think one can find love in the same person ever again if the love is ever weakened or lost?? But should a person ever even want to find it again with the one which love was lost???&lt;br /&gt;
And maybe a big question should be, just how long does one go trying to find these answers before you give up and say it's enough??&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All just a question....</description><link>http://1chilly.blogspot.com/2010/12/pondering-on-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (chilly)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472185391567829076.post-8748098481626424156</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Dec 2010 20:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-06T15:33:14.303-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">online world</category><title>Just Something I'm Playing With...</title><description>If your very careful you can find a place, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
down yonder in internet alley.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but beware my friend for there's Sandy with her green lips &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and purple makeup giving us all the Queens wave.&lt;br /&gt;
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And one can't forget about dragons,&lt;br /&gt;
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For their mean and hiding in the walls.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then you might find Lin dancing with her piano in the stars and &lt;br /&gt;
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Rachel will blind you with her light so bright helping &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Martha drag you off to her paradise island down under.&lt;br /&gt;
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And ya got to love our two favorites, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pie throwing, broad spamming, Dawn and Beth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One will lure you with her evil charm as the other grabs your beer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But never feit, Shanice and Catrianna standing ready to launch &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
pies at those two beer stealing sisters.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh lord, bless the Queen as I teach em' real English. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Trying to get out with my life as I buzz through.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But ya know I have a blast with em' all.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And one can't forget confused.com&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As these women have no mercy on a shy mutt like me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now this is my story and I'm stickin' to it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of coarse until I find one better...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don't believe me, just gotta ask, cuz I'll tell ya no wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And Oh lord, bless the Queen as I teach em' real English.</description><link>http://1chilly.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-something-im-playing-with.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (chilly)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472185391567829076.post-5335151918793715179</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Dec 2010 20:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-06T15:29:24.976-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">aging</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">george carlin</category><title>George Carlin's Views on Aging</title><description>Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we're kids? If you're less than 10 years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"How old are you?" "I'm four and a half!" You're never thirty-six and a half. You're four and a half, going on five! That's the key&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"How old are you?" "I'm gonna be 16!" You could be 13, but hey, you're gonna be 16! And then the greatest day of your life .. you become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony YOU BECOME 21. YESSSS !!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk! He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There's no fun now, you're Just a sour-dumpling. What's wrong? What's changed?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You BECOME 21 , you TURN 30 , then you're PUSHING 40 . Whoa! Put on the brakes, it's all slipping away. Before you know it, you REACH 50&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and your dreams are gone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But wait!!! You MAKE it to 60. You didn't think you would!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So you BECOME 21 , TURN 30 , PUSH 40 , REACH 50&amp;nbsp; and MAKE it to 60 .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You've built up so much speed that you HIT 70 ! After that it's a day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You get into your 80's and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30; you REACH bedtime. And it doesn't end there. Into the 90s, you start going backwards; "I Was JUST 92."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again. "I'm 100 and a half!" and most likely you are back in diapers &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
HOW TO STAY YOUNG&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay "them."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
3. Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain idle. "An idle mind is the devil's workshop."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
4. Enjoy the simple things.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
6. The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on The only person, who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. Be ALIVE while you are alive.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
7. Surround yourself with what you love, whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
9. Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county; to a foreign country but NOT to where the guilt is.&lt;br /&gt;
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10. Tell the people you love that you love them , at every opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
AND ALWAYS REMEMBER :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.</description><link>http://1chilly.blogspot.com/2010/12/george-carlins-views-on-aging.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (chilly)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472185391567829076.post-7101781102262895081</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Dec 2010 20:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-06T15:02:17.544-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fight</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wife</category><title>And Then The Fight Started</title><description>My wife sat down on the couch next to me as&lt;br /&gt;
I was flipping channels. She asked, "What's on TV?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I said, "Dust."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then the fight started...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;**************************&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming &lt;br /&gt;
anniversary. She said, "I want something shiny that goes &lt;br /&gt;
from 0 to 150 in about 3 seconds."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I bought her a scale.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then the fight started...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;**************************&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I got home last night, my wife demanded that I take her &lt;br /&gt;
someplace expensive... so, I took her to a gas station...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then the fight started....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;**************************&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply &lt;br /&gt;
for Social Security. The woman behind the counter asked me for &lt;br /&gt;
my driver's license to verify my age. I looked in my pockets &lt;br /&gt;
and realized I had left my wallet at home. I told the woman that &lt;br /&gt;
I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The woman said, 'Unbutton your shirt'. So I opened my shirt &lt;br /&gt;
revealing my curly silver hair.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She said, That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for &lt;br /&gt;
me and she processed my Social Security application.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience &lt;br /&gt;
at the Social Security office.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She said, 'you should have dropped your pants. You might have &lt;br /&gt;
gotten disability, too.' &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then the fight started...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;**************************&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My wife and I were sitting at a table at my high school reunion,&lt;br /&gt;
and I kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she &lt;br /&gt;
sat alone at a nearby table.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My wife asked, 'Do you know her?'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Yes,' I sighed, 'She's my old girlfriend. I understand she took &lt;br /&gt;
to drinking&amp;nbsp; right after we split up those many years ago, and &lt;br /&gt;
I hear she hasn't been sober since.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'My God!' says my wife, 'who would think a person could go on&lt;br /&gt;
celebrating that long?'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then the fight started...</description><link>http://1chilly.blogspot.com/2010/12/and-then-fight-started.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (chilly)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472185391567829076.post-6750917310688962825</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Dec 2010 19:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-06T14:47:17.407-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kiss</category><title>KISS</title><description>Have you out grown the music yet? That music that you grew up with is what I mean. Listening to some music while working in the garage one day got be to thinking, do we ever grow out of what we used to like so much. And why would I or why should I if I still like it so much? &lt;br /&gt;
Sure today I like almost any kind of music that you can throw at me. Even stand some of the rap as long as I can make heads or tails out of it. But I always go back to that good ole never will die rock n roll stuff and some of the older heavy metal. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Back in my teens and on up until I was about twenty five or six, I went to a lot of rock concerts. Seen most of the big names at the time from Elton John to ZZ Top to Elvis. Always hated I missed the Beetles, but have seen Paul McCartney and John Lennon. Later I also went to a lot of country music concerts, but always fall towards the wilder ones like Hank Jr, Willie Nelson, David Allen Coe and Waylon Jennings, etc....&lt;br /&gt;
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One concert I went to when I was barely in my teens. Was in Greensboro, NC. My mother took me and dropped me off to meet some friends there. The concert was KISS. Never have forgot the first time I saw KISS in concert. Opening for KISS was Gary Wright. Though he is good and I enjoy his music, I thought he would never shut up and get off stage. I had listened to KISS's music for so long and now I was getting to see them, and the night kept dragging on and on before they came out. &lt;br /&gt;
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When Gary Wright finally left the stage, the building went dark. Couldn't see anything. Then there was cigarette lighter flames from people all over the building. Darkness seem to last for an hour. Then you could hear an announcement coming out of dark, Are you ready? "YOU WANTED THE BEST, YOU GOT THE BEST! THE HOTTEST BAND IN THE WORLD...... KISS".&lt;br /&gt;
Then there were three huge balls of fire blew out of the top of the stage and reached all the way up to the ceiling of the Greensboro coliseum. In the glow of the fire you could see the band of KISS on stage before any lights came on. Their opening song was 'Firehouse'. Thought the roof was coming off the place. LOL! &lt;br /&gt;
I had never seen a concert as good as this was and I've never seen another band move me like KISS did. When it was over, I couldn't wait until they came back again. I'd be there and I did go back to the next three years they showed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Later when time to pick me up, my mother must have thought she could find me inside with all those people at the concert. Anyway, she got in somehow for the last few minutes of the concert and saw KISS during their last song, "Rock and Roll All Nite". I finally met her after finding the car later and I don't think there was a word said all the way home about the evening. I was so high on the music and concert, I don't think I could have talked about it. Yeah, I know what your thinking. LOL!! Yes I was high too, but not all that high! I did smoke a little weed once in a while way back then. I mean, it comes by you at concerts every little bit, you take a drag off of it and pass it on to the next person. ;)&lt;br /&gt;
Anyway, The next day, I remember well to this day even. My mother was telling a friend she had drop me off at a concert and about what she saw when she walked in to pick me up. But she told her friend she had heard of things on earth sent from the devil, and this band KISS had to be one of them. &lt;br /&gt;
I remember just smiling and walking off to my bedroom and turning up the music. Parents just never understand kids! ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii214/Blogger-pics/KISS03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</description><link>http://1chilly.blogspot.com/2010/12/kiss.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (chilly)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472185391567829076.post-465223246297819345</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Dec 2010 17:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-01T12:43:26.323-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">election</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">storm</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tornado</category><title>Another Election Day Behind Me!</title><description>And what a long ass day it was!&lt;br /&gt;
Yesterday we had to work at the polls again here in Georgia. A small run off between two Judges is all it was about. We even had a small crew made up of four of us working this time.&lt;br /&gt;
I got word that this run off cost our county $23,000. A high dollar figure like that for what in hell??? Well, I'll tell you for what...&lt;br /&gt;
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For NOTHING that I can see, other than for four of us to show up and sit on out ass all day and do nothing! Oh we had 29 people to come in to vote. Got home that another polling place up the road from us had 8 people to come in and vote. So seems to be nothing more than a waste of money that the county don't have to piss in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;
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It even rained all day which I think is partly to blame for people not coming out to vote. Storms got pretty bad later in the evening. Had tornado warnings most of the evening and had two tornadoes touch down maybe 10 miles from us that damaged a few houses by what I heard. That's a bit to close. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;
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At least yesterday was the last wasted election I have to be bothered with this year.&lt;br /&gt;
So that's all for now I have to say...</description><link>http://1chilly.blogspot.com/2010/12/another-election-day-behind-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (chilly)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472185391567829076.post-7673745736752128644</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Nov 2010 05:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-27T00:42:38.897-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Soul</category><title>The Kia Soul</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This car is all that and then some...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Commercial is pretty cool too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/kfJnqbudMzs?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://1chilly.blogspot.com/2010/11/kia-soul.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (chilly)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472185391567829076.post-5790655741541685686</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Nov 2010 20:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-23T15:20:32.986-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hurting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sick</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thanksgiving</category><title>Thanksgiving may really suck!</title><description>Like I've heard all my life, when it rains, it pours! We're not doing a lot for Thanksgiving other than fixing a turkey, dressing and the fixings to go with them. More or less just another meal and Wanda's mom will be here. Big wow, huh!! Three people for a Thanksgiving get together. :-)&lt;br /&gt;
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But anyway...&lt;br /&gt;
I woke up this morning with a cold in my chest. Hope it gets no worse be it on a holiday or not.&lt;br /&gt;
And now Wanda is getting down in her back. Not a good thing with Thanksgiving on top of us. But it's only Tuesday and we have a couple days to get to feeling better because sure won't feel like cooking if we're hurting and sick.&lt;br /&gt;
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We'll see, only time will tell...</description><link>http://1chilly.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-may-real-suck-afterall.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (chilly)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472185391567829076.post-888251086563326282</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Nov 2010 20:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-21T15:51:27.409-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">eat pray love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">julia roberts</category><title>Eat Pray Love</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI0-MS59sI2aScMv3cmhiAfK5njNU9LclWQ0nAlbZ6YaXu4V3x2VuKLOJOQxApZcrXxblVg53t2WV02joCCcwo-MUAKKdBCSXwVq2Wzn_TVYs34oD7NxDXBh5-SarQFv5GT9aLcJWYA_9t/s1600/eat_pray_love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI0-MS59sI2aScMv3cmhiAfK5njNU9LclWQ0nAlbZ6YaXu4V3x2VuKLOJOQxApZcrXxblVg53t2WV02joCCcwo-MUAKKdBCSXwVq2Wzn_TVYs34oD7NxDXBh5-SarQFv5GT9aLcJWYA_9t/s320/eat_pray_love.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pretty cool movie, Serious movie, but try not to take it to serious. It really opened my eyes to a lot and made me take a long look at life which for some, maybe that's not good!</description><link>http://1chilly.blogspot.com/2010/11/eat-pray-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (chilly)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI0-MS59sI2aScMv3cmhiAfK5njNU9LclWQ0nAlbZ6YaXu4V3x2VuKLOJOQxApZcrXxblVg53t2WV02joCCcwo-MUAKKdBCSXwVq2Wzn_TVYs34oD7NxDXBh5-SarQFv5GT9aLcJWYA_9t/s72-c/eat_pray_love.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472185391567829076.post-8996900190500753624</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Nov 2010 17:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-14T12:38:50.494-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">link back</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">season's in hell</category><title>Wanna Link Back???</title><description>Or not, that's all good. lol&lt;br /&gt;
Made a link back button for Season's In Hell... for if anyone wants to link back, they are welcome to grab my 125px x 125px logo image and plant it any where that you think is in an easy to find place. For anyone wanting it, it's easy to find in sidebar plus I'll post it here too.&lt;br /&gt;
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Wish to link back to my blog, just copy code below to grab my logo image.&lt;br /&gt;
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And it's said that no more will be put on us than we can handle...... &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
These days, one couldn't sale me on that idea to be true!</description><link>http://1chilly.blogspot.com/2010/11/damn.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (chilly)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item></channel></rss>