<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:35:20.255-04:00</updated><category term='moving'/><category term='jon stewart'/><category term='kitchen cabinet'/><category term='animals'/><category term='spanish'/><category term='Airport'/><category term='bush'/><category term='news'/><category term='movies'/><category term='gadgets'/><category term='books'/><category term='butler'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='how to'/><category term='Airports'/><category term='home'/><category term='indy'/><category term='pool'/><category term='vegas'/><category term='yachting'/><category term='travel'/><category term='memories'/><category term='spa'/><category term='mocking'/><category term='tips'/><category term='family'/><category term='bad day'/><category term='sports'/><category term='Derby'/><category term='studying'/><category term='pop culture'/><category term='rowing'/><category term='driving'/><category term='work'/><category term='rant'/><category term='DC'/><category term='friends'/><category term='why??'/><category term='pics'/><category term='joss whedon'/><category term='weather'/><category term='blog stuff'/><category term='TV'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='politics'/><category term='random'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='games'/><category term='music'/><category term='wii'/><category term='wisdom teeth'/><category term='story time'/><category term='happy'/><category term='fall'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='pranks'/><category term='creepy'/><category term='bloopers'/><category term='florida'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='West Wing'/><category term='SNOW'/><category term='ireland'/><category term='food'/><category term='panic'/><category term='5H2O'/><category term='awards'/><category term='religion'/><category term='sick'/><category term='horses'/><category term='love'/><category term='Disney'/><category term='musings'/><title type='text'>CW5H2O</title><subtitle type='html'>Just the musings and rantings of a midwestern girl transplanted from our nation's capitol to sunny south Florida.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>352</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-1672483821618188703</id><published>2011-01-27T20:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T21:23:51.132-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Airport'/><title type='text'>Parenting FAIL</title><content type='html'>Yes, I've been MIA for awhile.  No, this post doesn't necessarily mean I'm back, it just means I felt the need to mock someone in public(ish), and this is the best forum available to me.  So, commence mocking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew to DC last weekend to visit friends in advance of a work trip.  I was practically bouncing I was so giddily excited to get back to one of my favorite cities, with some of my favorite people, and SNOW!!  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ACTUAL WINTER!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding to my excitement, was the fact that I got upgraded to first class, so I was looking forward to a restful, relaxing flight up north.  When boarding the plane, there was a man in his mid-30s standing in line with me, holding two car seats with twin baby girls, couldn't have been more than 7 or 8 months old.  They were adorable and quiet, just staring up at me and blinking.  I didn't think twice about why he was boarding early, just figured it was because he was traveling alone with two small children and was part of the whole "if you need assistance getting down the jetway, or are traveling with small children and need extra time" thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I board, get settled down into my seat with my iPad and headphones ready to go, and the latest edition of Wired magazine to get me through the first ten minutes of my flight without electronics (the horror!).  Now, imagine my surprise when the person who takes the seat behind me turns out to be none other than single dad guy.  I smiled at him as I got up to let him in, but glanced around curiously, trying to figure out where the twins were.  Finally, confused, I asked him.  "Oh, they're in coach."  Ummm....okay...like...the row right behind us?  I turned around, craned my neck.  No, no, they're not right behind us.  I turned back to Bad Dad, and, rather confused, asked him where.  "Row 12."  Row...we're in row 2.  Your infant twin daughters are sitting 10 rows back, in coach, while you're in first class??  Okay, well there must be a nanny or something with them who I didn't notice before.  I glance back at row 12.  No nanny.  There is,  however, a 6'4" man advancing towards row 12.  He stops.  Looks at babies.  Looks up.  Looks around.  Asks various surrounding passengers who the babies belong to.  Gets crickets in response.  He hesitantly sits down in the aisle seat, occasionally glancing around uncomfortably until flagging down a flight attendant and asking her a question.  In answer, she points up to first class.  He gets an incredulous look on his face as she walks away, and he stares uneasily at his new traveling companions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to take comfort in the fact that he doesn't &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; like a serial baby smotherer.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment we take off, Bad Dad goes to sleep with his headphones in.  He sleeps through the plane going through multiple spots of turbulence, all of which cause his twins to start crying.  (Okay, he didn't sleep through one of them, but only b/c I "accidentally" kicked him.  Hard.)  Never once did he get up and go to the back of the plane.  Never once did he glance back to check on his daughters.  Never once did I stop staring at him in horror, during the entire flight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm genuinely surprised that 6'4" probably-not-a-baby-smotherer-guy didn't beat the living hell out of him when he went back to get the girls after we landed.  I don't think I would have been able to exhibit that level of restraint had I been in his position.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Parenting FAIL.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-1672483821618188703?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/1672483821618188703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=1672483821618188703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/1672483821618188703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/1672483821618188703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2011/01/parenting-fail.html' title='Parenting FAIL'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-4081852534398550056</id><published>2010-08-11T21:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T21:26:20.773-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Another Year Older</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to Me, Happy Birthday to Me, Happy Birthday dear C.........Happy Birthday to Me!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's right, it's my birthday!  I went home to see the family (my cousin was my personal photographer for the weekend, so I'll have those pictures later) last weekend, and it was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!  We had everyone over for dinner, Mom and Dad made all my favorite foods (Flank Steak, Yellow Cake with Chocolate Icing, etc.), and we all just had an amazing time.  Mom set a beautiful table, bought and arranged fresh flowers, and it looked so great that I had to take pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/TGNKEYJ0CqI/AAAAAAAAAc4/m3gtvBJ5NLk/s1600/P8070004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/TGNKEYJ0CqI/AAAAAAAAAc4/m3gtvBJ5NLk/s400/P8070004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504324608640420514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on today, my actual birthday, my friend S sent me flowers, all the way from across the ocean!!  And not just any flowers, flowers shaped like a cupcake!!  With candle and everything, they're adorable!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/TGNMYiJWIYI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ULHpCpOQb10/s1600/P8110010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/TGNMYiJWIYI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ULHpCpOQb10/s400/P8110010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504327153943454082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have the best friends and family in the world, or what?  Love you guys!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-4081852534398550056?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/4081852534398550056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=4081852534398550056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/4081852534398550056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/4081852534398550056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2010/08/another-year-older.html' title='Another Year Older'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/TGNKEYJ0CqI/AAAAAAAAAc4/m3gtvBJ5NLk/s72-c/P8070004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-4686931987900610239</id><published>2010-08-03T20:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T20:22:10.335-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I'm Harriet Nelson!</title><content type='html'>Or June Cleaver.  Or Margaret Anderson.  Pick your favorite 1950s matriarch, and for tonight (and only tonight), I'm her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/TFiyOjywerI/AAAAAAAAAcw/lyPfO75fntY/s1600/P8030003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/TFiyOjywerI/AAAAAAAAAcw/lyPfO75fntY/s400/P8030003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501342908029106866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I realized I was baking a quiche while wearing a dress, pearls, heels and an apron, I just had to document it for posterity.  After all, though I bake often, it almost never happens when I'm wearing pearls!  Come on, you can't honestly tell me that you wouldn't have done exactly the same thing if you found yourself in the same situation!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-4686931987900610239?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/4686931987900610239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=4686931987900610239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/4686931987900610239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/4686931987900610239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-harriet-nelson.html' title='I&apos;m Harriet Nelson!'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/TFiyOjywerI/AAAAAAAAAcw/lyPfO75fntY/s72-c/P8030003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-3549255179169314601</id><published>2010-06-23T20:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T20:54:04.447-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Highest Compliment</title><content type='html'>I've just received what I believe is the highest compliment that any member of the Wetzel family (my college roommate A, her sister Angie, from &lt;a href="http://http://abookaday09.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shallow Thoughts&lt;/a&gt;, and the rest of their fabulous, fun family) can bestow.  In a letter she wrote me, Momma Wetzel said "Oh that C, she's just like Disney, she thinks of everything!". I don't think, unless you know them, you can really understand what a high compliment that truly is.  These people LOVE their Disney!  After a month of non-stop travel, no sleep, and getting sick, that compliment absolutely made my day...heck, my whole week!  So thanks Wetzels...you guys are the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-3549255179169314601?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/3549255179169314601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=3549255179169314601' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/3549255179169314601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/3549255179169314601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2010/06/highest-compliment.html' title='The Highest Compliment'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-2619731684360535821</id><published>2010-06-14T07:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T07:26:04.756-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Airport'/><title type='text'>More Airport Weirdness</title><content type='html'>Seriously folks, if your suitcase is bigger than you (and you're a full grown human) it's really NOT a carry-on. And no matter how long you argue with TSA about it, it's not going to suddenly become one!  Also. Don't argue with TSA. That's always a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it difficult to believe that the man in the Guitar Hero felt pants is a first class passenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a reason the seat numbers on the plane go 17, 19, 23, 15, 21, 18, 23?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-2619731684360535821?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/2619731684360535821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=2619731684360535821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/2619731684360535821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/2619731684360535821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2010/06/more-airport-weirdness.html' title='More Airport Weirdness'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-3044158670637501657</id><published>2010-06-11T16:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T16:57:17.801-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Airports'/><title type='text'>Airport Weirdness</title><content type='html'>The gate attendant just announced that he needs 2 volunteers "to protect me.". That's it. Punto. Fin. Nada mas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protect him from what? The yapping Maltese in the pink carrier waiting to board (Please God don't let it be sitting next to me....)?  The throng of people patiently waiting for their seat assignments (Seriously folks, you can pick them out ahead of time online, then you wouldn't have to do this!)? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the security folks seem to be overly stressed out for a day when I could count the number of people in line with one hand. One guy kept shouting "ALL THE WAY TO THE END! MOVE YOUR BINS ALL THE WAY TO THE END!" when everyone WAS all the way at the end. Clearly it was time for his coffee break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did I mention I'm posting this from my iPad? Joy! Internet on the go...how did I survive before??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-3044158670637501657?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/3044158670637501657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=3044158670637501657' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/3044158670637501657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/3044158670637501657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2010/06/airport-weirdness.html' title='Airport Weirdness'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-7694730277072426988</id><published>2010-06-10T22:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T22:50:59.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I suck...</title><content type='html'>Why do I always wait until the last minute to pack?? I suck at non-work-related packing! Work-related packing, I'm a rockstar. Vacation packing? I suck. Argh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-7694730277072426988?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/7694730277072426988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=7694730277072426988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/7694730277072426988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/7694730277072426988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-do-i-always-wait-until-last-minute.html' title='I suck...'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-5628561715480236366</id><published>2010-06-09T20:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T20:53:39.312-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Open Letter to My Building (Part 3)</title><content type='html'>For reasons passing understanding, the third floor smells like fish. None of the other floors smell like fish, so I'm not quite sure what's going on down on three, but if you could take care of that soon, that'd be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses!&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-5628561715480236366?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/5628561715480236366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=5628561715480236366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/5628561715480236366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/5628561715480236366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2010/06/open-letter-to-my-building-part-3.html' title='Open Letter to My Building (Part 3)'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-3481851851437155707</id><published>2010-05-16T23:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T23:23:26.070-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gadgets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Shockingly Productive Weekend</title><content type='html'>I had a shockingly productive weekend.  I actually organized, which is something I used to love to do, but haven't been able to bring myself to tackle in the last seven months.  I cleaned out beneath my bathroom sink, and my dresser.  I think the next project will be the linen closet and my walk-in closet.  And someday I'll have to sit down and figure out my filing...my formerly well-organized system has now been reduced to stacks of paper in various locations around the house.  Oh, and I'm caught up on my TiVo.  Which is awesome...is it weird that I feel guilty when my TiVo starts getting full?  Yes, I'll answer that one myself, it is weird.  I'm feeling guilty for having a life.  That's sad on several different levels.  Guess I'll have to start getting used to that feeling again.  June has me traveling out of town three of four weekends:  the West Coast of FL for K&amp;E's wedding, Ohio for my cousin A's High School Graduation (can't BELIEVE she's that old!), and California for a mini-vacation and H&amp;J's wedding.  This'll be my first trip to Cali, so I'm very excited!  I can't wait to get there!  And hopefully, I'll have an iPad to accompany me!  I've ordered one, and have no idea how long it will take to get here, but the nice lady at the Apple store seemed to think it would be in time for the big cross-country trip, so everyone keep your fingers crossed for me!  I want a new toy!!  :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and on a totally unrelated note, I have no idea why or who, but someone has given me a gift subscription to Condé Nast Traveler.  Anyone want to own up?  It appeared in my mailbox today, and I was told that it was a gift, and the giver wishes to remain anonymous.  Seriously?  I can see with flowers, or jewelry, or something else, but Conde Nast Traveler?  Really?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-3481851851437155707?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/3481851851437155707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=3481851851437155707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/3481851851437155707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/3481851851437155707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-had-shockingly-productive-weekend.html' title='Shockingly Productive Weekend'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-6555830105718374484</id><published>2010-05-09T13:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T13:36:52.329-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>Ahh, Weekend Update...</title><content type='html'>It's always nice when pop culture says some of the things I've been thinking while watching the news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/1kxT2gV3iJ9EicMKMFNeWQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/1kxT2gV3iJ9EicMKMFNeWQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true"  width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really watched SNL for a few years now, but had to tune in for the Betty White episode, and was pleasantly surprised by Weekend Update!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-6555830105718374484?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/6555830105718374484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=6555830105718374484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/6555830105718374484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/6555830105718374484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2010/05/ahh-weekend-update.html' title='Ahh, Weekend Update...'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-6794766440583410627</id><published>2010-05-02T20:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T20:49:04.134-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='florida'/><title type='text'>The Mystery Chair is Back!!</title><content type='html'>Every once in awhile, a chair appears at the end of my hallway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/S94VzOP2juI/AAAAAAAAAcg/_dDKCWiqZ10/s1600/P5020002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/S94VzOP2juI/AAAAAAAAAcg/_dDKCWiqZ10/s400/P5020002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466830967416458978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It matches the hallway carpet, so the first time it appeared, I thought perhaps it was a new decoration that the building management company had brought in.  Except that it was only on my floor.  And then I thought one of my neighbors at the end of the hall had put it there.  Except they said they hadn't.  So then I thought perhaps one of the other neighbors had put it there for someone to take.  And then it disappeared, so I didn't think too much more about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it reappeared again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/S94Z97d4ZoI/AAAAAAAAAco/aPN1XU7rNZI/s1600/P5020001_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/S94Z97d4ZoI/AAAAAAAAAco/aPN1XU7rNZI/s400/P5020001_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466835549400098434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm confused.  What's the point??  I don't understand, I mean seriously, it appears, it disappears...and why is it there in the first place?  To differentiate our hallway from all the others when you come home plastered?  So you can sit down when you can't find your keys?  I hate to break it to ya kids, but if you can't find your keys you won't have made it past the front gate to begin with so the chair thing seems like a moot point.  Maybe it's for the blind guy who lives in our hall and keeps "accidentally" trying to get into other people's apartments at 3a.m.  Maybe someone who lives at the end of the hall got tired of being rudely awoken in the middle of the night and decided to leave something there for him to trip over?  Me, I'm just thinking of ways to rig up an electrical current to my door handle.  Too bad I broke up with the physics major, back in the day, huh?  There's a source of knowledge that could have come in handy.  Oh well, I'm resourceful, I'll figure something out!  Or perhaps get a chair of my own.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the mystery chair is back.  No one knows how long it will stay, or what it will be used for while it's here, but it remains an enigma wrapped in inscrutability.   And yet another example that Florida people are weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-6794766440583410627?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/6794766440583410627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=6794766440583410627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/6794766440583410627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/6794766440583410627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2010/05/mystery-chair-is-back.html' title='The Mystery Chair is Back!!'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/S94VzOP2juI/AAAAAAAAAcg/_dDKCWiqZ10/s72-c/P5020002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-6529669831272388510</id><published>2010-04-27T19:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T20:11:54.133-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5H2O'/><title type='text'>It's Almost Time....</title><content type='html'>Somewhere up north, the air has started to warm, the trees have been growing greener by the day, and the days themselves are getting longer.  What does all this mean?  Well, it means that it's almost time for &lt;a href="http://www.pentwater.org/"&gt;PENTWATER&lt;/a&gt;!!!!!  And thanks to my friend &lt;a href="http://www.thehappywoman.com/index.php?option=com_k2&amp;view=item&amp;id=9:happy-woman-pure-michigan&amp;Itemid=5"&gt;Linda&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.thehappywoman.com/index.php"&gt;The Happy Woman Store&lt;/a&gt; up in Michigan for sharing the below video with me!  It makes me very anxious to get up north for some quality cottage time!  Who wants to come with me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N7Ow2cEqbmE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N7Ow2cEqbmE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how much do I love that Tim Allen narrates this?  If you guessed "a lot" congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy cow, there are more?  Fair warning, I'm about to go a little video happy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9MUrQiMWVvk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9MUrQiMWVvk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7oHe6GRo7Dg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7oHe6GRo7Dg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this one's not as pretty, but hello, Tim Allen is talking about the S.S. Badger!  My grandfather's 75th birthday was onboard the Badger!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AiGxuaF2-kA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AiGxuaF2-kA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UlzLVxQSno4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UlzLVxQSno4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Michigan backyard has a private beach!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-6529669831272388510?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/6529669831272388510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=6529669831272388510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/6529669831272388510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/6529669831272388510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-almost-time.html' title='It&apos;s Almost Time....'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-7409819546109345430</id><published>2010-04-17T16:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T16:27:40.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have the best friends ever!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/S8oZiU07Y9I/AAAAAAAAAcY/onchf9ydbbk/s1600/Thanks+Mel%21"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/S8oZiU07Y9I/AAAAAAAAAcY/onchf9ydbbk/s400/Thanks+Mel%21" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461205575637099474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/S8oYzawXM6I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/3QuUXqiMP3k/s1600/Photo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My college friend &lt;a href="http://www.whattodaylookslike.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mel&lt;/a&gt; is totally awesome, and got me this shirt.  YAY!! Thanks Mel!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-7409819546109345430?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/7409819546109345430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=7409819546109345430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/7409819546109345430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/7409819546109345430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-best-friends-ever.html' title='I have the best friends ever!!'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/S8oZiU07Y9I/AAAAAAAAAcY/onchf9ydbbk/s72-c/Thanks+Mel%21' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-1680669892392197164</id><published>2010-04-06T00:39:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T00:46:52.333-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='butler'/><title type='text'>Proud to be a Bulldog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I am now, as I've always been and forever will be, so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;incredibly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; proud to be a Bulldog....such an amazing run guys, truly incredible.  It's been amazing to watch, and we're all so proud of you!  It was a history making season!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;WELL DONE BUTLER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia,palatino;" &gt;2010  Regular  Season &lt;span style="cursor: pointer; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1270528878_5"&gt;Horizon  League  Champions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia,palatino;" &gt;    2010 &lt;span style="cursor: pointer; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1270528878_6"&gt;Horizon League  Tournament Champions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia,palatino;" &gt;    2010 NCAA Men’s &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1270528878_7"&gt;Basketball&lt;/span&gt;  West Regional  Champions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia,palatino;" &gt;    2010 &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1270528878_8"&gt;NCAA National  Championship&lt;/span&gt;  Runner-Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/S7q8H5jk6QI/AAAAAAAAAcI/DsdrluI8RJA/s1600/Butler+Bulldog"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/S7q8H5jk6QI/AAAAAAAAAcI/DsdrluI8RJA/s400/Butler+Bulldog" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456880742407923970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-1680669892392197164?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/1680669892392197164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=1680669892392197164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/1680669892392197164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/1680669892392197164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2010/04/proud-to-be-bulldog.html' title='Proud to be a Bulldog'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/S7q8H5jk6QI/AAAAAAAAAcI/DsdrluI8RJA/s72-c/Butler+Bulldog' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-8089169158787320260</id><published>2010-03-28T10:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T10:30:38.098-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='butler'/><title type='text'>Final Four!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/S69n5FtZbSI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Rpw_A5tpUHY/s1600/S.+Florida+Butler+Alumns"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/S69n5FtZbSI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Rpw_A5tpUHY/s400/S.+Florida+Butler+Alumns" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453691904251751714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed so loud at the S. Florida Butler Alumni Event that I'm actually a little bit hoarse today!  Totally worth it though, to see this amazing Butler team get to the FINAL FOUR!!  I'm ridiculously excited, and can't wait for next Saturday!  Talk about an amazing homecoming -- Welcome back to Indy guys, great job!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we play Michigan State or Tennessee in the Final Four next Saturday, on home turf in Indianapolis.  And you can bet this Butler girl will be watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GO BULLDOGS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-8089169158787320260?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/8089169158787320260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=8089169158787320260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/8089169158787320260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/8089169158787320260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2010/03/final-four.html' title='Final Four!!!'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/S69n5FtZbSI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Rpw_A5tpUHY/s72-c/S.+Florida+Butler+Alumns' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-3125407336140002500</id><published>2010-03-25T22:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T22:35:37.626-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='butler'/><title type='text'>Woo-Hoo!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;GO BULLDOGS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/S6wdCDNYroI/AAAAAAAAAb4/kKxi2nHfrwc/s1600/Bulldog"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/S6wdCDNYroI/AAAAAAAAAb4/kKxi2nHfrwc/s400/Bulldog" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452765169897221762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously boys, job well done!  You gave me some anxious moments there, but that was an incredible game.  Welcome to the Elite Eight gents, you deserve it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Woo-Hoo!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-3125407336140002500?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/3125407336140002500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=3125407336140002500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/3125407336140002500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/3125407336140002500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2010/03/woo-hoo.html' title='Woo-Hoo!!!!!!!'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/S6wdCDNYroI/AAAAAAAAAb4/kKxi2nHfrwc/s72-c/Bulldog' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-3738607359498502120</id><published>2010-03-08T22:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T23:02:11.548-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why??'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Dear Sweet Mother of God, WHY??</title><content type='html'>Well, television has finally gone too far.  The National Geographic Channel has created a documentary called "&lt;a href="http://channel.nationalgeographic.com/episode/sizing-up-sperm-4921/Overview"&gt;Sizing Up Sperm&lt;/a&gt;." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait, it's not just an entire television program about sperm (which would be odd enough), it's a program that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;dresses real people up like sperm&lt;/span&gt;, and has them reenact the process of fertilizing a woman's egg.  Really?  We're that hard up* for good entertainment that we're willing to dress people up like sperm??  On national television**??  Open a book people, do you really need to see grown men and women making fools of themselves trying to fertilize an egg?  Or if you do, just go watch &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emission_Impossible"&gt;this episode&lt;/a&gt; of Family Guy***.    Honestly now, is anyone planning on watching this show?  If so, can you please explain to me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*That was an unfortunate pun.&lt;br /&gt;**Yes, I understand that making people do random shit they would never do in real life is the foundation on which reality television is based.&lt;br /&gt;***No, I do not watch Family Guy.  I did however date a guy who watched Family Guy religiously.  It's possible one or two bits of Family Guy trivia remain in the back corners of my brain.  I'm working hard to replace them with reruns of Friends, Doogie Howser M.D. and The West Wing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-3738607359498502120?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/3738607359498502120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=3738607359498502120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/3738607359498502120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/3738607359498502120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-sweet-mother-of-god-why.html' title='Dear Sweet Mother of God, WHY??'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-5127417011100953586</id><published>2010-03-03T19:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T19:48:02.371-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='florida'/><title type='text'>Open Letter to my Building (Part II)</title><content type='html'>Dear Fellow Residents - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you go down to pick up a package, and upon opening it, discover that the package isn't yours, the appropriate response is to bring it back.  The inappropriate response is to just wait for the front desk to call you and then make one of the security officers come upstairs to get it from you.  Can you say lazy?  You know what's also lazy?  Not checking the address label on the package before bringing it upstairs.  Also &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;annoying&lt;/span&gt;?  Opening the package, seeing that it's full of fabulous, awesome, wonderful &lt;a href="http://www.thehappywomanstore.com/product.php?item_id=104246"&gt;bath bombs&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;USING ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because you're "curious."  Not cool neighbors, NOT COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Your Really Cheezed Off Neighbor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Front Desk People - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind so much that you gave my package to the wrong person (though in the future, if you could not do that anymore, that'd be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt;-awesome.), I'm a little more annoyed that when you realized what you'd done, rather than being upfront and telling me: "It looks like we gave your package to someone else by mistake, we'll find out who it was and get your package back as soon as possible."  You decided instead to whisper anxiously back and forth between yourselves, while furtively stealing glances at me to see if I was still looking at you.  Yes, I'm still looking at you.  You know why?  Because you haven't acknowledged my existence anytime in the five minutes since you realized that you screwed up.  So yes, I'm going to continue to sit here with a serene smile on my face, making you feel uncomfortable.  And when you come over and stand in front of me flipping through the book of packages, and STILL don't talk to me?  Yes, I'm going to call you out on it.  "I assume you gave my package to someone else, given that neither of you has spoken to me in five minutes, and you keep looking anxiously in my direction.  Is that fair?"  Seriously folks, I'm not going to bite.  I really don't care that much about the mix-up.  It happens.  You're all very nice people, and I'm not going to yell at you or anything.  But be upfront with me.  Or at the very least, tell me to hang on for a second while you figure out what happened.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;A Bemused Tenent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I may not yell at you, but I'm not above posting a snarky blog entry about it.  Kisses!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-5127417011100953586?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/5127417011100953586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=5127417011100953586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/5127417011100953586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/5127417011100953586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2010/03/open-letter-to-my-building-part-ii.html' title='Open Letter to my Building (Part II)'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-142039949630976040</id><published>2010-03-01T22:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:58:23.489-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='florida'/><title type='text'>Open Letter to my Building</title><content type='html'>Dear Neighbors - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop leaving your drivers licenses in the mail room.  I don't know what possessed three of you to leave your DLs down there in the last week, in plain view of the entire world, and I'm reasonably certain that our mailboxes still require &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;keys&lt;/span&gt;, not photo ID and biometrics.  If you don't start being a little more aware of where you leave your ID, someone much more devious than I is going to take it, and you're going to wind up either A) with a stolen identity, B) called in for questioning in an underage drinking bust, or C) called in for questioning in an illegal immigration case.  Whichever way it goes, I imagine it won't be terribly fun (For you.  I'll be the one laughing from her balcony.).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Building Courtesy Officer - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's PC to say that you don't see color when you look at people, but I'm reasonably certain that I don't look like: A) a 6'6" African-American man, B) a 4'9" Asian woman, or C) a 350lb Mexican man.  When I turn in these drivers licenses, please stop asking me if they're mine.  I've officially lost faith in the "ID check" your employees do when allowing people into the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best,&lt;br /&gt;A Disillusioned Tenant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-142039949630976040?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/142039949630976040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=142039949630976040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/142039949630976040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/142039949630976040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2010/03/open-letter-to-my-building.html' title='Open Letter to my Building'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-7065177235602300998</id><published>2010-02-25T19:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T20:50:08.175-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>What's Happened to TV Show Theme Songs?</title><content type='html'>Honestly, I was catching up on my TiVo the other day, and I watched &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L4Db92-yH20"&gt;Accidentally on Purpose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I realized that their "theme song" consists of exactly one line: "I can't be anything without you..." and the title screen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?  What has happened to the TV theme song these days?  Remember the classic TV show theme songs?  The ones that would get stuck in your head for days at a time?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~linkman00/tv-mp3/Batman.mp3"&gt;Batman&lt;/a&gt;  Who didn't get that song stuck in their head after school?  Just me?  Huh...&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~linkman00/tv-mp3/Laverne_And_Shirley.mp3"&gt;Laverne and Shirley&lt;/a&gt; "We're gonna make our dreams come true!"&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~linkman00/tv-mp3/Green_Acres.mp3"&gt;Green Acres&lt;/a&gt; "New York is where I'd rather stay...I get allergic smelling hay!"&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~linkman00/tv-mp3/Charlie%27s_Angels.mp3"&gt;Charlie's Angels&lt;/a&gt; Good theme songs don't even need words!&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~linkman00/tv-mp3/Growing_Pains.mp3"&gt;Growing Pains&lt;/a&gt;  "As long as we've got each other...."&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~linkman00/tv-mp3/Golden_Girls.mp3"&gt;Golden Girls&lt;/a&gt; "Thank you for being a friend..."&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~linkman00/tv-mp3/Maude.mp3"&gt;Maude&lt;/a&gt; Who can't respect an entire song all about a woman named Maude??  And Bea Arthur deserves two entries here.&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~linkman00/tv-mp3/Charles_In_Charge.mp3"&gt;Charles In Charge&lt;/a&gt; "New boy in the neighborhood, lives downstairs and it's understood.  He's there just to take good care of me...like he's one of the family."&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7yeA7a0uS3A"&gt;He-man&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wR65P73X5GI"&gt;She-Ra&lt;/a&gt; I loved these cartoons as a kid!  "I have the power!!" "For the honor of Grayskull!"&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~linkman00/tv-mp3/Punky_Brewster.mp3"&gt;Punky Brewster&lt;/a&gt; (Here's a shout-out to my good friend S, who's been asking for a blog update - how 'bout one with your favorite TV show in it?)&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~linkman00/tv-mp3/Happy_Days.mp3"&gt;Happy Days&lt;/a&gt; "These days are ooooours...."&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~linkman00/tv-mp3/Beverly_Hillbillies.mp3"&gt;Beverly Hillbillies&lt;/a&gt; "Oil that is...black gold...Texas tea..."&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~linkman00/tv-mp3/Who%27s_The_Boss.mp3"&gt;Who's the Boss&lt;/a&gt; "There's a time for love and a time for livin' so take a chance and face the wind."&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJmWyZlW2sE&amp;feature=related"&gt;Gummy Bears&lt;/a&gt; "High adventure that's beyond compare!"&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~linkman00/tv-mp3/Mary_Tyler_Moore_Show.mp3"&gt;The Mary Tyler Moore Show&lt;/a&gt; "You're gonna make it after all!"&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~linkman00/tv-mp3/Cheers.mp3"&gt;Cheers&lt;/a&gt; (Have you ever heard &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xvRGh2NEjSU"&gt;the long version&lt;/a&gt;?  HYSTERICAL!)&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~linkman00/tv-mp3/Mister_Ed.mp3"&gt;Mister Ed&lt;/a&gt; "A horse is a horse of course of course..."&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~linkman00/tv-mp3/Brady_Bunch.mp3"&gt;The Brady Bunch&lt;/a&gt; Who can forget "Here's a story...of lovely lady..."&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~linkman00/tv-mp3/Gilligan%27s_Island.mp3"&gt;Gilligan's Island&lt;/a&gt; "...for a three hour tour..."&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~linkman00/tv-mp3/Twilight_Zone.mp3"&gt;Twilight Zone&lt;/a&gt; This one creeped me out as a kid. &lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~linkman00/tv-mp3/Family_Ties.mp3"&gt;Family Ties&lt;/a&gt; I loved Alex P. Keaton, even if he was a Republican...&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~linkman00/tv-mp3/Silver_Spoons.mp3"&gt;Silver Spoons&lt;/a&gt; "Together...we're gonna find our way...."&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~linkman00/tv-mp3/Designing_Women.mp3"&gt;Designing Women&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://abookaday09.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angie&lt;/a&gt;, I couldn't let this entry go by without a shout-out!)&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~linkman00/tv-mp3/Life_Goes_On.mp3"&gt;Life Goes On&lt;/a&gt; Who doesn't love Ob-la-di-Ob-la-da?&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~linkman00/tv-mp3/Muppet_Show.mp3"&gt;The Muppet Show&lt;/a&gt; "It's time to play the music, it's time to light the lights..."&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~linkman00/tv-mp3/Facts_Of_Life.mp3"&gt;The Facts of Life&lt;/a&gt; "You take the good you take the bad you take 'em both and there you have the facts of life..."&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~linkman00/tv-mp3/WKRP_In_Cincinnati.mp3"&gt;WKRP in Cincinnati&lt;/a&gt; "I'm livin' on the air in Cincinnati, Cincinnati WKRP"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember as a kid when even the faintest strains of my favorite TV theme song floating from the TV would bring me dashing into the family room from wherever I was in the house.  And yes, the '80s/'90s/early '00s had good theme songs!  I mean the TGIF line-up alone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~linkman00/tv-mp3/Boy_Meets_World.mp3"&gt;Boy Meets World&lt;/a&gt; "It's good to know I have friends who will always stand by me..."&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~linkman00/tv-mp3/Step_By_Step.mp3"&gt;Step by Step&lt;/a&gt; "Will there ever be...a second time around?"&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~linkman00/tv-mp3/Family_Matters.mp3"&gt;Family Matters&lt;/a&gt; "As days go by..."&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~linkman00/tv-mp3/Full_House.mp3"&gt;Full House&lt;/a&gt; "Whatever happened to predictability?"&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~linkman00/tv-mp3/Dawson%27s_Creek.mp3"&gt;Dawson's Creek &lt;/a&gt;(How many people in my high school were walking around humming that song under their breath?)&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~linkman00/tv-mp3/Saved_By_The_Bell.mp3"&gt;Saved by the Bell&lt;/a&gt; "When my teacher pops a test I know I'm in a mess and my dog ate all my homework last night..."&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~linkman00/tv-mp3/Doogie_Howser,_MD.mp3"&gt;Doogie Howser, M.D&lt;/a&gt; Can't let a blog entry about theme songs go by without this one!  I had the biggies crush on Doogie when I was a kid!&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~linkman00/tv-mp3/Home_Improvement.mp3"&gt;Home Improvement&lt;/a&gt; (I love the grunt, my dad can imitate it really well!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's happened?  I mean honestly, the sheer number of shows with absolutely no theme song at all makes me sad!  And some of the ones that used to have them (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EGbg7-LBWak"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aR0jKlwE0zI"&gt;Desperate Housewives&lt;/a&gt;) have now gotten rid of them entirely!  What's going on?  Does the American TV consumer no longer want songs associated with their TV shows?  And if so, why?  What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Recent TV Show Theme songs: (it's a short list)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~linkman00/tv-mp3/How_I_Met_Your_Mother.mp3"&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/a&gt; (short, but makes me bop along with it)&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HxDcOxXQI-k"&gt;The Big Bang Theory&lt;/a&gt; (Okay, I just love &lt;a href="http://barenakedladies.com/"&gt;BareNaked Ladies&lt;/a&gt;...)&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~linkman00/tv-mp3/Gilmore_Girls.mp3"&gt;Gilmore Girls&lt;/a&gt; "Where you lead, I will follow..."&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZvG8INRrWhM"&gt;Monk&lt;/a&gt; "It's a jungle out there"&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~linkman00/tv-mp3/Simpsons.mp3"&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/a&gt; I debated whether this should count or not, because it's been on for 20 years, but I decided that's the very reason it SHOULD!  They haven't sold out yet!&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u_Gced_Z_KU"&gt;Psych&lt;/a&gt; "I know, you know, that I'm not tellin' the truth..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so now that I've finished my entry with the largest number of links &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you tell me, what have I forgotten?  Do you have a favorite?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Full credit for most of these links goes to the incredible folks over at &lt;a href="http://melaman2.com/tvshows/index.html"&gt;Classic TV Theme Songs and Images&lt;/a&gt;, who have an amazing collection of songs and images from some of my favorite shows of all time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-7065177235602300998?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/7065177235602300998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=7065177235602300998' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/7065177235602300998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/7065177235602300998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2010/02/whats-happened-to-tv-show-theme-songs.html' title='What&apos;s Happened to TV Show Theme Songs?'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-5206173075994152270</id><published>2010-02-15T10:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:33:01.671-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Last Night I Had A Crazy Dream...</title><content type='html'>Last night I dreamed that I couldn't open my eyes more than a slit, yet somehow I managed to drive to work, where I discovered that the office had decided that one person would drive to pick up something from &lt;a href="http://www.chickfila.com/#home"&gt;Chick-fil-A&lt;/a&gt; every day for lunch.  They'd carved the weekly schedule into the wall with a pocket knife.  I'd moved out of my regular desk and into a new one that was out in the middle of everything, which is how I discovered that everyone in the office had broken up with their significant others, and decided to take up marathon running.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-5206173075994152270?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/5206173075994152270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=5206173075994152270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/5206173075994152270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/5206173075994152270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2010/02/last-night-i-had-crazy-dream.html' title='Last Night I Had A Crazy Dream...'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-7848790038189477705</id><published>2010-02-13T00:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T00:32:06.582-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>The Lady Is A Tramp!</title><content type='html'>It's my humble opinion that the Frank Sinatra &amp; Ella Fitzgerald version of this song is the best ever.  I've been searching for a version I can own &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EVERYWHERE&lt;/span&gt;, with no luck (not on iTunes, Amazon.com, or in any music store I've ever visited!) but I've finally found one I can watch at my leisure on Google Videos:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id=VideoPlayback src=http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=8278168950896285101&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=true style=width:400px;height:326px allowFullScreen=true allowScriptAccess=always type=application/x-shockwave-flash&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly what I wanted, but I love it so much that I'll take it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't love The Chairman of the Board and The First Lady of Song??  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The YouTube version is better quality, but the Google version starts earlier, and I love their little interplay at the beginning.  Because I'm of the admittedly delusional opinion that other people have the same love of old standards that I do, I've attached both videos to this post.  But it's my blog, so it's my prerogative!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LE7K3_JrK_A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LE7K3_JrK_A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-7848790038189477705?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/7848790038189477705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=7848790038189477705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/7848790038189477705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/7848790038189477705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2010/02/lady-is-tramp.html' title='The Lady Is A Tramp!'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-527636578451017328</id><published>2010-02-13T00:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T00:15:05.855-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>The Spell of the Yukon</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching the opening ceremony of the 2010 Winter Olympics, and it made me think of a poem my grandfather made me memorize when I was a little girl:  The Spell of the Yukon, by Robert Service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted the gold, and I sought it,&lt;br /&gt;I scrabbled and mucked like a slave.&lt;br /&gt;Was it famine or scurvy — I fought it;&lt;br /&gt;I hurled my youth into a grave.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted the gold, and I got it —&lt;br /&gt;Came out with a fortune last fall, —&lt;br /&gt;Yet somehow life’s not what I thought it,&lt;br /&gt;And somehow the gold isn't all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! There’s the land. (Have you seen it?)&lt;br /&gt;It’s the cussedest land that I know,&lt;br /&gt;From the big, dizzy mountains that screen it&lt;br /&gt;To the deep, deathlike valleys below.&lt;br /&gt;Some say God was tired when He made it;&lt;br /&gt;Some say it’s a fine land to shun;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe; but there’s some as would trade it&lt;br /&gt;For no land on earth — and I'm one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You come to get rich (damned good reason);&lt;br /&gt;You feel like an exile at first;&lt;br /&gt;You hate it like hell for a season,&lt;br /&gt;And then you are worse than the worst.&lt;br /&gt;It grips you like some kinds of sinning;&lt;br /&gt;It twists you from foe to a friend;&lt;br /&gt;It seems it’s been since the beginning;&lt;br /&gt;It seems it will be to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've stood in some mighty-mouthed hollow&lt;br /&gt;That’s plumb-full of hush to the brim;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched the big, husky sun wallow&lt;br /&gt;In crimson and gold, and grow dim,&lt;br /&gt;Till the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming,&lt;br /&gt;And the stars tumbled out, neck and crop;&lt;br /&gt;And I've thought that I surely was dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;With the peace o' the world piled on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer — no sweeter was ever;&lt;br /&gt;The sunshiny woods all athrill;&lt;br /&gt;The grayling aleap in the river,&lt;br /&gt;The bighorn asleep on the hill.&lt;br /&gt;The strong life that never knows harness;&lt;br /&gt;The wilds where the caribou call;&lt;br /&gt;The freshness, the freedom, the farness —&lt;br /&gt;O God! how I'm stuck on it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winter! the brightness that blinds you,&lt;br /&gt;The white land locked tight as a drum,&lt;br /&gt;The cold fear that follows and finds you,&lt;br /&gt;The silence that bludgeons you dumb.&lt;br /&gt;The snows that are older than history,&lt;br /&gt;The woods where the weird shadows slant;&lt;br /&gt;The stillness, the moonlight, the mystery,&lt;br /&gt;I've bade 'em good-by — but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a land where the mountains are nameless,&lt;br /&gt;And the rivers all run God knows where;&lt;br /&gt;There are lives that are erring and aimless,&lt;br /&gt;And deaths that just hang by a hair;&lt;br /&gt;There are hardships that nobody reckons;&lt;br /&gt;There are valleys unpeopled and still;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a land — oh, it beckons and beckons,&lt;br /&gt;And I want to go back — and I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're making my money diminish;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of the taste of champagne.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God! when I'm skinned to a finish&lt;br /&gt;I'll pike to the Yukon again.&lt;br /&gt;I'll fight — and you bet it’s no sham-fight;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hell! — but I've been there before;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s better than this by a damsite —&lt;br /&gt;So me for the Yukon once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s gold, and it’s haunting and haunting;&lt;br /&gt;It’s luring me on as of old;&lt;br /&gt;Yet it isn't the gold that I'm wanting&lt;br /&gt;So much as just finding the gold.&lt;br /&gt;It’s the great, big, broad land 'way up yonder,&lt;br /&gt;It’s the forests where silence has lease;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the beauty that thrills me with wonder,&lt;br /&gt;It’s the stillness that fills me with peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Olympics!!  Onward and upward!!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-527636578451017328?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/527636578451017328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=527636578451017328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/527636578451017328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/527636578451017328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2010/02/spell-of-yukon.html' title='The Spell of the Yukon'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-5749777263196761188</id><published>2010-01-28T23:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T00:05:20.914-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Happiness 101 Award</title><content type='html'>My friend M, over at &lt;a href="http://whattodaylookslike.blogspot.com/"&gt;What Today Looks Like&lt;/a&gt;, nominated me for the Happiness 101 award!  Which probably couldn't have come at a better time, as I needed the smack upside the head to remind myself that despite everything that's happened over the course of the last few months, my life is actually pretty kick-ass (thanks, M!).  So here we go: the award is pretty easy ... I need to name 10 things that make me happy (Imagine if it had been 101 things?!?!  Now that would have been challenging!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Friends.&lt;/span&gt;  Okay, yes, I say this all the time on this blog (if you're getting a broken record vibe, skip to #3), but I really do have the best friends in the world.  They've really been here for me when I've needed them lately, and they're all pretty much rockstars.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Family.&lt;/span&gt;  It's hit home for me that I can tend to take them for granted.  Assume they'll always be here.  But I'm trying not to do that anymore.  And to relish in the happy things.  Like the memories of a dog with braces, or the look on the faces of my little cousins when they opened their Christmas presents.  Or the image of Dad making chili for the cook-off wearing a madras jacket.  Yup, definitely make me happy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TV.&lt;/span&gt;  I wasn't allowed to watch much as a kid, and that sort of backfired on Mom, because I'm obsessed with it now.  I own way more TV shows on DVD than is probably healthy, and tuning into a new episode of one of my favorites is like having old friends stop by for a visit: it makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Kindle!&lt;/span&gt;  Who knew I'd love it as much as I do?  And my aching back thanks the Kindle for lightening the load of my carry-on during my many, many travels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Snow.&lt;/span&gt;  I love winter!!  And I miss it here.  I'm sure when I move back up North, it'll get real old real quick, but now the thought of snow makes me sigh in longing, and wish it was cold enough to curl up with a cup of hot coca and a book, in front of the fire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pentwater.&lt;/span&gt;  Every spring, there comes a day when I walk outside and think to myself: "It smells like Pentwater!"  I have no idea what that smell is, but if I could bottle it, I'd be rich!  And happy all the time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Getting mail.&lt;/span&gt;  Yup, I'm stealing this one from M.  My friend S sent me a card in the mail the other day, just because -- how cool is that??  And when my pseudo-little brother was at Basic, writing me letters, it made me grin just to see the envelope in the mailbox every week.  There's something magical about getting a piece of mail that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; a bill, or junk!  I wish we wrote more letters today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gizmos.&lt;/span&gt;  Apple announced &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/ipad/"&gt;the iPad&lt;/a&gt; this week, and I think I'm in love.  I'm a nut for all things techie.  I love new gadgets and gizmos.  I've got a Kindle, more than one TiVo, multiple iPods, and an iMac.  And I still have a TI-83 graphing calculator.  Beat that for tech geek coolness!  And the iPad seems to be the perfect solution for a girl who's been wanting a laptop for the portable internet/typing factors, but who's not willing to lug a big heavy thing around all the time, and isn't willing to give up her much beloved desktop for primary computing.  Like the Kindle before it, I imagine this bad boy will rock my world.  In approximately 4 months.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;9.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shopping.&lt;/span&gt;  It shouldn't make me happy.  In a perfect world, spending money would make me sad, and I would thus be loathe to do it.  But it doesn't.  Shopping, buying new clothes, gadgets (see #8, above), books, jewelry and furniture makes me deliriously happy.  I'm going to have to see if I can give this whole "moderation" thing a try one of these days.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sunsets.&lt;/span&gt;  Wherever you are in the world, a sunset is a sunset.  Each one is different, but no less beautiful.  My favorites are in Pentwater, naturally, but I always make it a goal, wherever I am in the world, to see a sunset.  Because it always makes me stop and sigh with happiness.  Good job God...that's some excellent work, kudos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my 10!  Now I have to pass it on.  And since M's already done it, I can't choose her.  Hmmm...decisions, decisions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A, from &lt;a href="http://ask-mark.com/daydream/"&gt;Daydream Believer&lt;/a&gt; (who hasn't updated in forever, but who's top 10 list I would be very interested to see!)&lt;br /&gt;Pam, over at &lt;a href="http://www.pamperspective.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pam's Perspective&lt;/a&gt; (seems like a natural progression from Thankful Thursdays!)&lt;br /&gt;Angie, at &lt;a href="http://abookaday09.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shallow Thoughts&lt;/a&gt; (fmrly A Book A Day -- best new blog title EVER!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-5749777263196761188?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/5749777263196761188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=5749777263196761188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/5749777263196761188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/5749777263196761188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2010/01/happiness-101-award.html' title='Happiness 101 Award'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-780323341259867224</id><published>2010-01-16T12:21:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T12:41:50.985-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>So in walking to get my morning pick-me-up, in the form of a Starbucks Mocha, I walked past a beauty salon.  Now that the weather down here has warmed up, all the local businesses have thrown open their doors to let the sunshine and warmth in.  It's actually kind of lovely, and makes me happy I live in South Florida, where you can do that sort of thing in mid-January.  But that's not the point of this story.  The point is, this was a nice salon.  Not super-swanky (it's in a strip mall after all), but several steps above a Hair Cuttery.  It's a little family-owned place, and every time I walk by, the owner's dog is there, and people are laughing and chatting away.  But this time, when I walked by, I saw all the stylists standing in a corner and chatting, and the customers all drying their own hair.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now honestly, I don't consider myself to be a priss, but what kind of salon makes you dry your own hair?  And really, why on earth would you pay for that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I've finally gone and done it.  I've ordered a new kitchen table.  I've needed to do it for YEARS (after all, my kitchen table and chairs are older than I am!), but I haven't done it yet, in part because I remember sanding down and staining this kitchen table and chairs with my mom when I was a kid.  I took it with me to college, and then to my first post-college apartment, and now here to Florida.  And I hate getting rid of items like that, things with memories tied to them.  But the table and chairs a rickety now, and even my parents, who both hate getting rid of sentimental items (gee, wonder where I get that from), agreed that it was time.  So since the experts say that January is the time to buy new furniture, I was on the hunt.  And I found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/S1H3OL64hwI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bGqplSdxCMI/s1600-h/img95m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 383px; height: 344px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/S1H3OL64hwI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bGqplSdxCMI/s400/img95m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427390849048151810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.potterybarn.com/products/shayne-kitchen-table/?pkey=cdining-tables-values"&gt;Pottery Barn, the Shayne Kitchen Table.&lt;/a&gt;  It's perfect for a small apartment, as it has leaves that fold down, and extra storage underneath.  It was on a pretty nice sale, and I've run my hands over it in the Pottery Barn store plenty of times.  I'm soooo excited.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't purchased chairs yet though.  Nothing I loved was on a sale good enough to merit an immediate purchase, and since I bought the table with my PB Credit Card, I'll get a rewards certificate that I can put towards the purchase of the chairs at some point in the future.  I actually kind of like the http://www.potterybarn.com/products/napa-chair-slipcovers/?pkey=cchairs, in part because I could change up the slipcovers whenever I wanted a change in the room.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/S1H4ywKVyUI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Pci4QvTEw4I/s1600-h/img75m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 383px; height: 344px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/S1H4ywKVyUI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Pci4QvTEw4I/s400/img75m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427392576763578690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't really like any of the slipcovers they had available, and I'm thinking now that I might wait to see what they have in the spring.  Of course, the Napa chairs are on sale right now....hmmm....what to do??  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also the option of &lt;a href="http://www.potterybarn.com/products/isabella-chair/?pkey=cchairs"&gt;the Isabella Chair&lt;/a&gt; (in mahogany, to match the table).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/S1H54-z8joI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Cwl6-0HcmUI/s1600-h/img13m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 383px; height: 344px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/S1H54-z8joI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Cwl6-0HcmUI/s400/img13m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427393783287025282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cheaper (also on sale), and I like the lines, but I'm not terribly fond of the wicker seats.  Though of course I could get the PB Chair cushions, which would be more comfortable, and i could switch up seasonally.  I'm just not sure that I LOVE them.  Anyone have any thoughts??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-780323341259867224?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/780323341259867224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=780323341259867224' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/780323341259867224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/780323341259867224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2010/01/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/S1H3OL64hwI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bGqplSdxCMI/s72-c/img95m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-3651537382147796587</id><published>2010-01-10T20:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:42:38.558-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>I'm crying over spilled milk...</title><content type='html'>...but I think it's okay, since it's milk that spilled in the trunk of my car.  And no, it didn't just get all over the carpet/lining of my trunk, it got &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EVERYWHERE&lt;/span&gt;.  Including, but not limited to: inside the spare tire wheel-well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's right, there was at least half a gallon of milk in the wheel-well where my spare tire is housed.  Now you wouldn't think that'd be such a big deal.  After all, it's all metal down there, and so you'd think it would be easier to clean up.  You'd think that, but you'd be wrong.  The problem comes from the fact that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I COULDN'T REMOVE THE SPARE TIRE.&lt;/span&gt;  There was some weird, giant screw thing holding it in place.  Of course it didn't have a head that would fit the giant flat-head screwdriver that comes with my tire iron.  Nooooo...no, it had a weird lever/handle thing that was next to impossible to budge.  I gave it the old college try though, including hitting it with a hammer (yeah, I'm &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; girl), and after &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TWENTY MINUTES&lt;/span&gt;, it finally moved.  Even then, I still tore up my fingers trying to turn it the rest of the way.  Awesome.  And also, ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good discovery of the evening is that the carpet/lining of my trunk is removable, which means that I was able to cover the thing in resolve, and then bring it up to my apartment, where it will live in the guest bathroom during the day, and outside at night, so that it can actually air out, instead of stinking up my car for the next several days.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole process?  Yeah, took a grand total of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OVER AN HOUR&lt;/span&gt;.  So I'm feeling okay about the fact that I have the urge to actually cry, over spilled milk.  Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to watch the season premier of Chuck, on NBC, while eating tacos.  I believe I've earned it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-3651537382147796587?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/3651537382147796587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=3651537382147796587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/3651537382147796587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/3651537382147796587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-crying-over-spilled-milk.html' title='I&apos;m crying over spilled milk...'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-3978306773437050895</id><published>2010-01-03T12:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T12:18:30.684-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year Everyone!</title><content type='html'>Well it's officially 2010!  And for the record, I'm fine with "Two Thousand Ten" or "Twenty Ten" or '10.  But the people calling it '010, or "Twenty-Dime"... yeah, I'm not okay with that.  At all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely unrelated note, here's C's Tip for Teen Drivers:  Don't overreact.  It's possible that the person you think is mocking you in the other car, is actually just talking to a friend on speaker phone.  If you start flipping the hell out, getting out of your car, and screaming at the other driver for mocking you, it's very possible that all that's going to happen is that the other driver will laugh at you.  Oh, and if the other driver happens to be an off-duty cop, it's also possible that you'll wind up with a bright and shiny ticket out of the whole thing.  And not the golden kind that will get you a tour of Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory.  Oh, and by the way, I'm the girl who'll &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; be laughing and mocking you while all this goes down.  Have Happy New Year Kiddo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-3978306773437050895?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/3978306773437050895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=3978306773437050895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/3978306773437050895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/3978306773437050895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-everyone.html' title='Happy New Year Everyone!'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-7432799560715027914</id><published>2009-12-29T18:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T20:55:02.615-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Someone has a Hitchcock thing...</title><content type='html'>So I've noticed that when I drive by the "seedy" section of town in the evenings, there's one particular spot along the road where the birds gather.  And I don't just mean a few birds, or a flock.  I mean all the flocks in the area seem to congregate right by the Adult Bookstore (that's actually the name of the store...original, huh?).  We're talking about THOUSANDS of birds, cawing and flapping their wings, and hovering over the creepy, super-shady looking Adult Bookstore.  It's like a scene straight out of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Birds_%28film%29"&gt;The Birds&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which got me to thinking.  Do you suppose this is some sort of crazy plot by the anti-porn league?  They take turns coming by the store every day to toss birdseed into the trees, and all over the parking lot?  Maybe someone's a Hitchcock fan (or found out the the Adult Bookstore owner had a traumatic experience with The Birds as a child?) and they're trying to bring down the Fort Lauderdale smut industry with birdseed alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I've had a very odd day, and that I don't really know what I'm saying right now?  In retrospect, perhaps this wasn't the day to write a blog entry....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-7432799560715027914?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/7432799560715027914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=7432799560715027914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/7432799560715027914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/7432799560715027914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/12/someone-has-hitchcock-thing.html' title='Someone has a Hitchcock thing...'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-5155857701032994887</id><published>2009-12-20T19:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T19:52:19.299-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Sorry I've been MIA...</title><content type='html'>A informs me that I've been MIA from my blogging friends for too long.  She's probably right.  I just haven't really known what to post.  My cousin's death hit me harder than I thought it would.  Everyone seems to think I should be over it already, and whether they're right or wrong, I'm not.  And I'm so tired of people telling me to keep my chin up and cheer up.  If I don't want to be cheery, that's my prerogative, isn't it?  And since when is anyone else allowed to tell me how to mourn?  Mourning is a personal thing, and everyone deals with it differently.  And I refuse to kowtow to people who don't know me that well, and haven't been through anything like this themselves.  I'll get through this the best way I know how, thank you very much.  I'm not about to let anyone else dictate my emotions for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  because of that, I've gotten pretty good at faking being happy.  Fake it 'til you make it, right?  I can fake it at work, and I've mastered faking it for the family.  There are a few people who know me well enough to see through that though.  Even though they're not here, just by talking to me on the phone, they can tell that I'm not okay.  I'm trying though.  I'm working on it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in that spirit....snarkiness!  I was treating myself to a pedicure today (a peppermint mocha pedicure, complete with a Starbucks Peppermint Mocha!), and getting my toes painted BRIGHT red (Comet Loves Cupid Red) for Christmas.  The woman who I ordinarily get my pedicures from was on vacation, so I got someone new, and I swear by the Powers That Be, I will never go to her ever again.  It was the single most uncomfortable experience I've ever had in a spa...and not because the pedicure was bad, or painful.  Because the entire time this woman (50yrs old she was made sure to tell me) was regaling me with stories of her new boyfriend.  Her new, younger boyfriend.  Who's apparently a tiger in the sack (her words, not mine).  I was fighting not to cringe the whole time.  And I kept changing the subject every time she brought it back around to her bedroom activities, but dear sweet mother of God, who thinks that's appropriate?  I've never even met this woman before, and she's going into this kind of explicit detail?  Shudder...never again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think that's enough for my first blog entry back...I've gotta go straighten up the house now...my parents arrive this week, which means the cleaning service arrives this week.  It's my way of saying "Merry-Stress-Free Christmas to me!!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone's last-minute Christmas prep is going well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-5155857701032994887?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/5155857701032994887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=5155857701032994887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/5155857701032994887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/5155857701032994887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/12/sorry-ive-been-mia.html' title='Sorry I&apos;ve been MIA...'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-7799159541898112980</id><published>2009-11-30T19:52:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T07:43:02.100-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>I'm confused....</title><content type='html'>I'm officially confused.  And disconcerted.   While I was home for Thanksgiving, I spent a lot of time with my cousins.  The 15 year old was practicing Christmas carols for the upcoming Christmas Concert at her school.  The one song she couldn't get out of her head was "Carol of the Bells."  All weekend long she was wandering around the house, singing "Carol of the Bells" under her breath.  It was on the 4th of 5th time she sang it that we caught on to the lyrics she was singing.  I'll let you read for yourself, to see if you catch it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;=================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hark how the bells,&lt;br /&gt;sweet silver bells,&lt;br /&gt;all seem to say,&lt;br /&gt;throw cares away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is here,&lt;br /&gt;bringing good cheer,&lt;br /&gt;to young and old,&lt;br /&gt;meek and the bold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ding dong ding dong&lt;br /&gt;that is their song&lt;br /&gt;with joyful ring&lt;br /&gt;all caroling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One seems to hear&lt;br /&gt;words of good cheer&lt;br /&gt;from everywhere&lt;br /&gt;filling the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how they pound,&lt;br /&gt;raising the sound,&lt;br /&gt;o'er hill and dale,&lt;br /&gt;telling their tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gaily they ring,&lt;br /&gt;white people sing,&lt;br /&gt;songs of good cheer,&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry, Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;Merry, Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On on they send,&lt;br /&gt;on without end,&lt;br /&gt;their joyful tone&lt;br /&gt;to every home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ding dong ding... dong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;=================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it's in bold, I didn't exactly make you work for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;WHITE PEOPLE SING SONGS OF GOOD CHEER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We told her she couldn't possibly have gotten that right.  She must have misread it.  And it's easy enough to mishear song lyrics, as we've all done at one time or another.  But she insisted she had it right.  Even went so far as to break out the sheet music that her choir director had given all the kids.  And there it was, printed out right in front of us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaily they ring, white people sing songs of good cheer, Christmas is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Carol of the Bells was written back in the day, and people were considerably less politically correct then, but still, seriously?  Every artist to have performed or recorded this song in recent memory has changed the words to: "Gaily they ring &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people sing songs of good cheer, Christmas is here."  Are you really telling me that a high school with a fairly diverse student body isn't willing to do the same?    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother was going to call the choir director today to find out what's up with that.  I can't wait to hear for this one....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-7799159541898112980?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/7799159541898112980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=7799159541898112980' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/7799159541898112980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/7799159541898112980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-appalled.html' title='I&apos;m confused....'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-8705448386223576326</id><published>2009-11-26T06:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T06:10:43.589-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>This year, more than ever before, I'm so incredibly grateful for the amazing people in my life.  Friends near and far, old and new, who have been unbelievably supportive of me and my family during this unbelievably difficult time.  Family, who have stepped up and shown the depth of their love, and the incredible well of courage they have within them.  I couldn't possibly love any of you more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving Everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-8705448386223576326?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/8705448386223576326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=8705448386223576326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/8705448386223576326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/8705448386223576326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-6821368285061699861</id><published>2009-11-21T18:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T18:37:39.356-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>On Edge?  Me?  Why on earth would you ask that?  (Or: How I Told AT&amp;T to go Screw Themselves)</title><content type='html'>I'm a mess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completely lost it on the phone with AT&amp;T today. Granted, it was the 4th time they'd called &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TODAY ALONE&lt;/span&gt; (I know I'm sometimes prone to exaggeration, but this count is legit.), despite my telling them I was dealing with a family tragedy, and asking them &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EVERY TIME&lt;/span&gt; to call back in a few weeks. I know, I know, "C, why don't you just not answer the phone?" Well because my aunts, uncles, cousins, parents and grandparents insist on calling that number, and I don't have caller ID. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally I completely lost it with the 4th phone call (made worse by the fact that it was clearly &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the exact same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; woman who'd called me not two hours earlier), and asked to speak to her manager. Through hysterical tears, I told him that if &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;even one more&lt;/span&gt; of his people called me, I would immediately cancel my AT&amp;T service, telephone and internet be damned, and he and all his little minions could go and do something inappropriate to themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried to tell me he would take me off the list, but that the list wouldn't go into effect for 30 days. I told him that he'd better find a way to make it effective now, otherwise when I canceled my service, I'd be giving them his name and employee ID number, as well as writing letters to every single AT&amp;T President, Vice-President and Chief-Whatever-Officer that I could find names and addresses for, and telling them that he's the reason they've lost a long-time customer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On edge? Me? Noooooo......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-6821368285061699861?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/6821368285061699861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=6821368285061699861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/6821368285061699861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/6821368285061699861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-edge-me-why-on-earth-would-you-ask.html' title='On Edge?  Me?  Why on earth would you ask that?  (Or: How I Told AT&amp;T to go Screw Themselves)'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-446309044224887901</id><published>2009-11-20T22:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T15:41:11.013-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Me and Jimmy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Swda6Fzzr5I/AAAAAAAAAbU/QcCD0B9SyNo/s1600/20091118_143348_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Swda6Fzzr5I/AAAAAAAAAbU/QcCD0B9SyNo/s400/20091118_143348_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406389831719956370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what has easily been the hardest day of my life thus far is over.  All that's left to do is get through the next one, and the one after that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you Jimmy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-446309044224887901?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/446309044224887901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=446309044224887901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/446309044224887901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/446309044224887901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/11/jimmy-and-me.html' title='Me and Jimmy'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Swda6Fzzr5I/AAAAAAAAAbU/QcCD0B9SyNo/s72-c/20091118_143348_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-1529103124028836130</id><published>2009-11-19T21:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T22:02:43.141-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>RIP Jimmy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="obitText"&gt;                                                          &lt;!-- Hargrove, James Fuller --&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi-cache.legacy.com/legacy/images/Cobrands/SunSentinel/Photos/13818288_004029.jpg" lgyorigname="13818288.jpg" align="LEFT" hspace="10" vspace="4" /&gt;My cousin Jimmy passed away on Sunday, from Tylenol Toxicity, which came on suddenly and unexpectedly over the course of only a week.  He was 31.  I don't know how better to memorialize him than to link to the very descriptive &lt;a href="http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/sunsentinel/obituary.aspx?n=james-fuller-hargrove&amp;amp;pid=136101264"&gt;obituary that his father wrote for him in the Florida Sun Sentinal.&lt;/a&gt;  I know that I couldn't have had the courage or presence of mind to be that articulate during this unimaginable pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family has had too much loss in the last month.  First &lt;a href="http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/09/rip-jimmy.html"&gt;his namesake&lt;/a&gt;, my other cousin Jim, and now Jimmy.  I can't write about it now, can't talk about it, can barely think about it.  But our family has suffered another great loss.  And I don't know how we'll all make it through this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe now, in a way he never seemed to  be able to in life, Jimmy will finally get some peace.   God knows those of us he left behind can't seem to find any right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-1529103124028836130?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/1529103124028836130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=1529103124028836130' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/1529103124028836130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/1529103124028836130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/11/rip-jimmy.html' title='RIP Jimmy'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-803369368253508531</id><published>2009-11-08T16:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T16:50:39.547-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>I'm back!!!</title><content type='html'>Well I'm back.  It was a wonderful vacation in Toledo, and I didn't want to leave, but on the plus side, cooler weather arrived in Ft. Lauderdale while I was gone!  Of course, this being Ft. Lauderdale, "cool" is a relative term.  It would be more accurate to say that the obnoxiously stifling humidity has left, which means that the 80˚ weather is at least bearable, even if not at all appropriate for November.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was home for almost a whole week, and managed to fit in just about everything I wanted to do!  I got to spend some quality time with K&amp;M as well as A, who just got home from Basic Training.  It was good to be with my pseudo-family again, and see just how much the Army has done for A -- he looks great!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bulk of the rest of the week was taken up by the Musical.  My cousin is a Freshman at the local high school, and scored the lead in the school's production of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seussical"&gt;Suessical: The Musical&lt;/a&gt; this year!!  Of course it came as a bit of a surprise when he came home from school one day, announcing that he'd gotten the lead in the musical given that A) We didn't know he was auditioning and B) We'd never heard him sing (except "Happy Birthday" and that has an entire verse about Scooby-Doo!)!  I volunteered to go over and sell tickets at the high school a few days that week, and then went over to the theater to watch him at "flying practice."  That's right, my cousin flies all over the stage in this thing!  It's crazy, and I'm so glad I got to be a part of it!  It turns out that the boy's nothing short of amazing.  He was a total pro, and everyone kept coming up to us saying that they couldn't believe he'd never done this before.  I couldn't be more proud.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was really the perfect week.  I got to spend a ton of quality time with Mom and Dad, go on plenty of walks with the puppy, spend loads of time with my cousins, and see my pseudo-family!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the thing that makes it even better?  I'm going to be back there to do it all again in just 18 days!  Woo-hoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-803369368253508531?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/803369368253508531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=803369368253508531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/803369368253508531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/803369368253508531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!!!'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-4393526244110318775</id><published>2009-10-30T21:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:41:36.701-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Happy All Hallow's Eve!</title><content type='html'>Happy Halloween Eve everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is one of my favorite holidays.  My apartment is currently all decked out.  I've got a sign by the door that says "Broomstick Parking Only:  All violators will be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Toad&lt;/span&gt;."  I have the spider candle holders from Pottery Barn, and two awesome ghosts from a great little knick-nack store in Sun City Center.  And that's not even a quarter of the Halloween decorations I have up in my apartment! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Halloween.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I'm going home tomorrow.  It's been too many years of apartment living.  Too many years of no trick-or-treat'ers coming to my door.  Too many years of no adorable children in costumes.  And one year is too many for a 95˚ Halloween.  I'm sorry, I just can't support Florida in the Fall.  Halloween requires the crunching of leaves beneath your feet as you run down the sidewalks towards neighbors houses, and run up your own driveway to dump out your spoils for the evening, only to have to delay your gratification while your parents check your treats to make sure they're safe (And if you're my mom, to sneak out all the Butterfingers when your daughter isn't looking.).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Halloween.  And this year, I'll have it!!  Ohio here I come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween Everyone!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-4393526244110318775?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/4393526244110318775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=4393526244110318775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/4393526244110318775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/4393526244110318775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-all-hallows-eve.html' title='Happy All Hallow&apos;s Eve!'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-7506966596781937908</id><published>2009-10-26T22:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:06:52.436-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pranks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Prank War '09</title><content type='html'>I am wearing a tiara.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain.......My friends and I have this weird sort of tradition of pranking each other whenever and wherever possible.  It's all in good fun, and we've been known to shoot Nerf guns at one another at random intervals.  We've removed all of one of our male friend's hair products, and replaced them with glitter-filled equivalents.  We've sent 140 Hannah Montana Valentine's Day cards to one friend (filled with glitter, natch), and have done various and sundry other things all in the name of high-jinx and good, clean fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whoever is doing this to me, has taken the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I'm getting married.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone (and believe you me friends, I have my suspects...and they will RUE the day.), has gone to a great deal of trouble setting this whole thing up.  It started about two weeks ago, when I got an e-mail from a very nice man from &lt;a href="http://www.seapines.com/"&gt;The Sea Pines Resort&lt;/a&gt; on Hilton Head Island.  He started by congratulating me on my impending nuptials, and then went on to quote me prices for several different packages at his resort.  My 150 guests for my April wedding can enjoy several different offers, to include golf, spa services, and a sail around the island, in a convenient, all-inclusive package!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I e-mailed the nice man back, thanked him for all the work that he'd put into this proposal, then asked if he wouldn't mind sending me a photo of my future husband, as I'd never met him before, and was understandably curious.  We had a good laugh, he was very nice, apologized for the confusion, and I presumed that was the end of that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That e-mail was followed by several restaurants on the island sending me proposed menus and price points for table or buffet service for 150 of my closest friends and family (and presumably some of those are future-hubby's friends and family too, but I'm going to go out on a limb and say that most of them are mine.  That's just how I roll.).  I got brochures for tours of the island.  I got brochures in the mail for ghost tours of nearby historic Savannah.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone has signed me up for bridal magazines.  Subscriptions to bridal magazines.  Do you have any idea how heavy those things are???  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been contacted by &lt;a href="http://www.sgg.cc/index.html"&gt;the local Catholic Church&lt;/a&gt; (or someone posing as the local Catholic Church, because I'm really not sure that my people tend to advertise like this...).    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real kicker came today.  Today, when I got home from work, I was told that there was a package waiting for me at the front desk.  This was a little bit of a surprise, as I hadn't ordered anything, but I'm always up for presents.  Of course, then I opened the box to find three different tiaras, with a note telling me to take my pick.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we've come full circle.  I'm wearing a tiara.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lads, ladies, well done...I bow to your superior skills and prostrate myself at your feet.  I will gladly use one of these tiaras to crown you King (or Queen) of Pranks...just &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FESS UP ALREADY!!&lt;/span&gt;  It's driving me &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bonkers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-7506966596781937908?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/7506966596781937908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=7506966596781937908' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/7506966596781937908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/7506966596781937908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/10/prank-war-09.html' title='Prank War &apos;09'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-3207681747724640489</id><published>2009-10-25T19:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:21:44.128-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='florida'/><title type='text'>Traffic School Randomness</title><content type='html'>A few of you may remember my post awhile ago about &lt;a href="http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-irked.html"&gt;getting a speeding ticket&lt;/a&gt;.  Well I've now officially completed traffic school and can now be considered an upstanding citizen again, but I thought I'd share a couple of the stranger items they teach you in traffic school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;~ While driving your left hand should be placed between 7 and 9 o'clock, and your right hand should be placed between 3 and 5 o'clock.&lt;/span&gt;  -- Yup, that's right.  7 and 5 is a valid option.  None of this 10 and 2 stuff that they taught when I was learning to drive.  I was sitting there the whole time wondering how on earth keeping your hands between 7 and 5 could possibly be safe, and it got to the point where I had to call my 17 year old cousin (who's taken the driving test much more recently than I have!) to ask if that's the norm now-a-days.  For the record, it is not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;~ Your driver's license can be revoked if you are found guilty of "an immoral act in which a motor vehicle is involved."&lt;/span&gt;  A, any thoughts on this one?  How does the law define immorality?  Are they talking about sex with a non-spouse in the back of a car, or is this more of a killing someone and stuffing them in the trunk of the car kind of thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ You are legally required to yield the right of way to trains.&lt;/span&gt;  Okay, this one is totally legit, but I feel like it's less of a "must be a law" and more of a "who'd be stupid enough not to yield to a locomotive" situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;~ The most common weapons used in violent traffic altercations include:  motor vehicles, guns, knives, clubs, tire irons, and crossbows.&lt;/span&gt;  Crossbows?  Really?  Crossbows?  I can see everything else (though I'm curious about how they define what is a club), but honestly now, what kind of a person keeps a crossbow handy in their car???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-3207681747724640489?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/3207681747724640489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=3207681747724640489' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/3207681747724640489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/3207681747724640489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/10/traffic-school-randomness.html' title='Traffic School Randomness'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-8640154315568721580</id><published>2009-10-18T21:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:15:06.457-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='florida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>Finally Fall!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Can you tell I'm excited?  It's been an awesome weekend.  Okay, the car needing a new battery thing was less than ideal, but the fact that it's fixed now is awesome.  And then I woke up this morning, worked out, and went out grocery shopping, only realize that Fall has finally come to South Florida!!!  Today's high was 72˚, and there was a lovely crispness to the air.  I parked as far away as I possibly could at each of the places I ran errands this afternoon.  Then, as soon as I got home, I sat out on my balcony and read a book for a few hours, just enjoying the fact that it finally feels like it could be October.  Of course I know this is short-lived, since it looks like temps are going to be jumping right up into the high 80s again this week, but for now, I'm loving it.  The temperature was 52˚ when I went out for a walk around the neighborhood this evening, and I couldn't stop grinning, despite the constant presence of South Florida people wearing &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;boots&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;scarves&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;parkas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the "evening chill."  Yup, I could barely even bring myself to make fun of them, that's how good a mood I was in!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hey, I said barely!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm in the best mood right now, because for the first time since I put them up, it doesn't seem crazy to have Halloween Decorations all over my apartment!  HOO-RAY!!!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-8640154315568721580?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/8640154315568721580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=8640154315568721580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/8640154315568721580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/8640154315568721580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally-fall.html' title='Finally Fall!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-6796194318450549955</id><published>2009-10-17T19:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T19:29:00.498-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Trials and Tribulations</title><content type='html'>It's moments like these that make me wish I had a boyfriend again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I'm fine with my life.  Happy, even.  I have a job that thrills and fulfills me, friends who are like family, and a family who love and support me.  I have an amazing life, and I love it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you wake up late on a random Friday morning, rush around the house trying to fix breakfast, shower, do your hair and make-up, only to discover when running out to the car, all proud of yourself for only being 5 minutes late, that your car doesn't start...well, stronger women than I would be wishing for someone to help.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I have AAA, and I live in a building with a valet; and yes, there's no saying that even if I DID have a boyfriend, he wouldn't have already been at work, or that he'd know anything about cars, or that he'd even LIVE in Florida!  But as I was sitting in my car, listening to the 'click-click-click-click' of my engine trying and failing to start, I just put my head down on the steering wheel and sighed, whispering to myself: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'God I wish I had a boyfriend right now.'&lt;/span&gt;  Pathetic?  Maybe.  Selfish?  Probably.  But no less true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I sucked it up, called the office to tell them I'd be late, then called a friend who knows something about cars to get him to confirm my guess that it was the battery.  He did, and even offered to drive me into work, which was on his way that morning.  Other friends made similar offers throughout the day, and even offered to chauffeur me around this weekend if my car had to be in the shop longer than I expected.  So really, I have great friends, and a great life, and I'm happy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did I mention that I have AAA?  The single gal's lifesaver.  They came first thing this morning, checked my battery, and replaced it with a new one right there on the spot.  So yes, I don't NEED a boyfriend.  I'm more than capable of doing most of this stuff myself.  Still, from time to time, in the happiest, saddest, and most frustrating moments of my life, I find a little voice in the back of my head wishing for someone to share it with.  And I don't think that's weakness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-6796194318450549955?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/6796194318450549955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=6796194318450549955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/6796194318450549955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/6796194318450549955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/10/trials-and-tribulations.html' title='Trials and Tribulations'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-2368785149934069339</id><published>2009-10-14T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T00:00:17.811-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>My Office Just Is Not Like This....</title><content type='html'>....and more's the pity....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XWhUeAy35qc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XWhUeAy35qc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-2368785149934069339?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/2368785149934069339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=2368785149934069339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/2368785149934069339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/2368785149934069339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-office-just-is-not-like-this.html' title='My Office Just Is Not Like This....'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-616469110839808877</id><published>2009-10-12T00:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T00:29:50.620-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>The World We Live In, Part 2</title><content type='html'>While shopping at Target today (otherwise known as: The Most Dangerous Store In The World), I overheard a little girl, who couldn't have been more than eight or nine years old, complaining to her mother (while sipping a Starbucks coffee) about the fact that she &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"is so unhappy with the state of my life right now!!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you heard that right.  An eight year old girl whose mother lets her drink a half caf soy double latte while shopping at Target, is totally dissatisfied with her life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, you're eight years old.  How unhappy can you really be with the state of your life?  I'm not sure I was fully cognizant of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"the state of my life"&lt;/span&gt; when I was eight years old.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second of all, seriously?  What kind of self-respecting elementary school kid talks like that?  I mean honestly, when I was eight, I think I tended more towards the "dude, that totally blows" conversational style than the "I'm so unhappy with the current state of my life" style.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the Facebook and Twitter college thing, and now this...I'm so confused!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-616469110839808877?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/616469110839808877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=616469110839808877' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/616469110839808877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/616469110839808877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/10/world-we-live-in-part-2.html' title='The World We Live In, Part 2'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-3902739481169018509</id><published>2009-10-07T22:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:07:04.868-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The World We Live In</title><content type='html'>My cousin A is 17 years old, and a senior in high school.  She's busy applying to colleges and trying to essentially figure out what she wants to do with the rest of her life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the insanity that was those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I DON'T remember is getting to choose how you wanted to be notified of either your acceptance or rejection from the colleges of your choice.  You can now choose to be notified via: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- snail mail (the only option back in 2000 when I was going through this)&lt;br /&gt;- e-mail &lt;br /&gt;- text message&lt;br /&gt;- Facebook&lt;br /&gt;- Twitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY???  I can't even imagine.  I mean come on, half the fun is the anticipation, going to your mailbox every afternoon and checking to see if there's a big envelope or a small one!  And why would you want to find out via Facebook?  What do they do, post on your wall for all your friends to see whether you've been accepted or rejected?  Watch, when my kids (if I ever have any) are old enough to go to college, you'll find out if you got in via telepathic brain waves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a crazy world we live in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-3902739481169018509?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/3902739481169018509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=3902739481169018509' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/3902739481169018509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/3902739481169018509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/10/world-we-live-in.html' title='The World We Live In'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-4996160993182386856</id><published>2009-10-06T16:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T16:29:40.842-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Fall TV Update</title><content type='html'>By special request, here's the update on TV show's I've been watching this season, including which have made the cut, and which are off the TiVo (new info is in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bold&lt;/span&gt;)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:&lt;br /&gt;~How I Met Your Mother &lt;br /&gt;~One Tree Hill&lt;br /&gt;~Big Bang Theory &lt;br /&gt;~Gossip Girl&lt;br /&gt;~Castle &lt;br /&gt;~Accidentally on Purpose (I was going to X this one last week, but this week's episode made me laugh out loud, so I've given it a temporary reprieve.)&lt;br /&gt;~Trauma (On the fence with this one.  Might be going if this week fails to satisfy.)&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Heroes&lt;/strike&gt;  I just can't keep up with it anymore.  I've lost interest, which deeply saddens me, as this used to be one of my favorite shows on television.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;~NCIS &lt;br /&gt;~90210&lt;br /&gt;~NCIS: Los Angeles &lt;br /&gt;~Melrose Place&lt;br /&gt;~The Good Wife &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;~The Forgotten (This one's a new addition for me, but I'm not sure about it.  TiVo thought I would like it, and I'm intrigued by the concept of regular folks with regular jobs solving crimes that the police have given up on.  Giving it a try.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: &lt;br /&gt;~Eastwick &lt;br /&gt;~Glee (All I have to say is AMAZING!!)&lt;br /&gt;~Modern Family (Amazing!  This is my favorite new comedy!)&lt;br /&gt;~Cougar Town (On the fence here.  Probably going to go if this week doesn't improve.  It's a little too schticky, but the son is great!)&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Mercy&lt;/strike&gt; (This one didn't quite do it for me, despite how much I love Michelle Trachtenberg.  X.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;~&lt;strike&gt;The Beautiful Life&lt;/strike&gt; (Done.  Patently awful.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;~Bones &lt;br /&gt;~Fringe &lt;br /&gt;~Vampire Diaries&lt;br /&gt;~Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;~Private Practice&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Community&lt;/strike&gt; (Meh...didn't hook me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;~Ghost Whisperer&lt;br /&gt;~Smallville&lt;br /&gt;~Numb3rs&lt;br /&gt;~White Collar (not until end of October)&lt;br /&gt;~Dollhouse (Rumor has it that Fox is thinking about yanking Dollhouse b/c of low ratings.  Since I've ADORED the first two episodes this season, I will be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;unbelievably&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; peeved if those rumors turn out to be true.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;~TiVo catch-up day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;~Desperate Housewives &lt;br /&gt;~Brothers and Sisters&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Three Rivers&lt;/strike&gt; (First episode was interesting, but I don't see this one lasting.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-4996160993182386856?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/4996160993182386856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=4996160993182386856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/4996160993182386856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/4996160993182386856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-tv-update.html' title='Fall TV Update'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-6811108377956728941</id><published>2009-10-06T15:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T16:01:50.169-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='florida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creepy'/><title type='text'>I know I live in Florida, but....</title><content type='html'>There's a reason I didn't buy a house when I moved to Florida.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason I rented an apartment in a newer building, on as high a floor as I could get at the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that reason has nothing to do with hurricanes, and everything to do with critters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate critters.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So imagine my reaction when I came home after having a lovely dinner with friends late last night to find &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; crawling up the wall towards my mailbox:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SsuhC5HszeI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ZnVF1K4Z-U0/s1600-h/442373895_1539467055_0.jpeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 351px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SsuhC5HszeI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ZnVF1K4Z-U0/s400/442373895_1539467055_0.jpeg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389578450143858146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I screamed like a little girl.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's only about 7 inches from tip to tail.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's a small lizard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's more scared of me than I am of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YES, I live in South Florida, critter capital of the state.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, is it wrong of me to want my critters to stay either in glass tanks or outside where they belong?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I didn't wind up getting my mail until this morning.  I don't like lizards.  So sue me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-6811108377956728941?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/6811108377956728941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=6811108377956728941' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/6811108377956728941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/6811108377956728941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-know-i-live-in-florida-but.html' title='I know I live in Florida, but....'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SsuhC5HszeI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ZnVF1K4Z-U0/s72-c/442373895_1539467055_0.jpeg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-3030145009299796924</id><published>2009-10-06T15:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T15:50:10.499-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='butler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Butler Homecoming: Class of '04 Five Year Reunion!</title><content type='html'>I can hardly believe its been five years since I graduated from Butler.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SsucBvzwp6I/AAAAAAAAAao/iFpMBVQUziA/s1600-h/Class+of+%2704"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SsucBvzwp6I/AAAAAAAAAao/iFpMBVQUziA/s400/Class+of+%2704" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389572932906297250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Indianapolis last weekend for Homecoming, and my five year reunion.  That's all the members of the class of '04 standing on the steps of the library for a champagne toast, exactly as we did five years ago last May (Credit to &lt;a href="http://meneelyfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;B's&lt;/a&gt; husband J for the great photos!).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Ssuc13orKPI/AAAAAAAAAaw/GBsywMDhi2s/s1600-h/Close+Up+Class+of+%2704"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Ssuc13orKPI/AAAAAAAAAaw/GBsywMDhi2s/s400/Close+Up+Class+of+%2704" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389573828360481010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; the same, and some people couldn't be more different.  It's amazing to see how far we've all come in only five years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme of the evening, and something we all seemed to hear and say over and over again was: "Why weren't we friends in college?"  For me, college was much less "clique-ish" than high school, and since I didn't go greek (something of a rarity at Butler), I felt like I had a little more freedom to have friends in a wider variety of groups, but there were still groups.  I think five years out, most of us have begun to understand how silly that was in retrospect.  There are so many people that I got the opportunity to chat with last weekend that I wish I'd gotten to know better when we were in school together.  But maybe that's what reunions are for! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was amazing to get to see all my friends again!  AM and I hooked up with S, one of the other girls who lived in our hall freshman year.  It was lovely to catch up and hear all about the great work she's doing now for the Children's Foundation in Indy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SsudSE-aPGI/AAAAAAAAAa4/v225m9UA19c/s1600-h/PA030014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SsudSE-aPGI/AAAAAAAAAa4/v225m9UA19c/s400/PA030014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389574312977644642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And AW and I got to spend some time talking to N, who helped to organize all the Class of '04 festivities, and did an amazing job making sure that our 5 year reunion was held in a MUCH better location than the 10, 25 and 50 year reunions!  Her organizational skills put me to shame, and those of you who know me know that's saying something!  So great job on the weekend N, I had an amazing time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SsudZ9gK1qI/AAAAAAAAAbA/_gwKFK-9rx4/s1600-h/PA030012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SsudZ9gK1qI/AAAAAAAAAbA/_gwKFK-9rx4/s400/PA030012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389574448410711714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and of course, no weekend with AW and AM would be complete without shopping a trip to the Melting Pot!  But sadly, my camera was dead at that point in the trip, so I'm going to have to wait for the girls to send me their pics from the weekend before I can post about it (she said, hinting broadly....).  Suffice to say that we crammed a heck of a lot of fun into a very short weekend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's get onto planning that Disney trip we talked about ladies!  Chop, chop!!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-3030145009299796924?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/3030145009299796924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=3030145009299796924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/3030145009299796924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/3030145009299796924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/10/butler-homecoming-class-of-04-five-year.html' title='Butler Homecoming: Class of &apos;04 Five Year Reunion!'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SsucBvzwp6I/AAAAAAAAAao/iFpMBVQUziA/s72-c/Class+of+%2704' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-6374860130395375740</id><published>2009-10-01T20:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T20:14:57.398-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Jimmy's Poem</title><content type='html'>My great uncle wrote this poem on the day he found out about Jimmy's death, and I just wanted to share it (in part to ensure that it's written down somewhere that I can't loose it), because it makes me smile, even while it's making my heart ache again.  And I promise, I'm going to try to make this the last depressing blog entry for awhile.  But I do have to say, writing it all down is quite cathartic.  Still, this weekend is my 5 year college reunion, and I'm going to be seeing a lot of my friends again, so I'm sure I'll have happier things to write about soon.  Thanks for sticking with me through this!&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIMMY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad the morning feels for me&lt;br /&gt;Though sun is shining bright.&lt;br /&gt;But news has come of one who died,&lt;br /&gt;A nephew of delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The years recalled, gone moments sighed,&lt;br /&gt;Remembrance echoes found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;i&gt;The cost for braces on dog's teeth,&lt;br /&gt;     His mother, awed, by tale;&lt;br /&gt;     Grim faced grown son, no smile beneath,&lt;br /&gt;     Describing each detail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     His magic lore for fire dune hill,&lt;br /&gt;     Pentwater's lake-sea place,&lt;br /&gt;     To give my son word picture thrill&lt;br /&gt;     Created from mind space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;And farther back, another world,&lt;br /&gt;My sister's baby round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A time of violence then swirled,&lt;br /&gt;His Dad part of D-Day!&lt;br /&gt;And I young surrogate in place&lt;br /&gt;Till then's peace came our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But child grew tall with laughter's grace&lt;br /&gt;As echoed tales float free.&lt;br /&gt;Known-unknown life in earthly race&lt;br /&gt;Day's distant mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight faced word tales!  Awe's face.  Believed!&lt;br /&gt;Remembered now as when conceived.&lt;br /&gt;And so I grieve for one who's gone&lt;br /&gt;With hope he finds that greater dawn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;9-18-2009&lt;br /&gt;Warrenville Grove&lt;br /&gt;John Gilbert Fuller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-6374860130395375740?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/6374860130395375740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=6374860130395375740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/6374860130395375740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/6374860130395375740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/10/jimmys-poem.html' title='Jimmy&apos;s Poem'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-4616603338516803479</id><published>2009-09-29T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:07:11.565-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>This Makes Me Laugh For No Apparent Reason...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KGnYw-OuCnI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KGnYw-OuCnI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-4616603338516803479?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/4616603338516803479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=4616603338516803479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/4616603338516803479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/4616603338516803479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-makes-me-laugh-for-no-apparent.html' title='This Makes Me Laugh For No Apparent Reason...'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-4477687479470668623</id><published>2009-09-24T18:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T18:36:13.460-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Home now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AFTERGLOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'd like the memory of me&lt;br /&gt;to be a happy one.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to leave an afterglow&lt;br /&gt;of smiles when life is done.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to leave an echo&lt;br /&gt;whispering softly down the ways,&lt;br /&gt;of happy times and bright and&lt;br /&gt;sunny days.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like the tears of those who&lt;br /&gt;grieve to dry before the sun,&lt;br /&gt;of happy memories that I leave&lt;br /&gt;when life is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memorial was beautiful.  It was a fitting tribute to Jimmy, with all the people he loved together in one room, telling stories and tall tales.  He would have loved to be there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy was very specific about his final arrangements, two things in particular.  1) He wanted us to sing Amazing Grace.  All the verses, no skipping, that was non-negotiable.  2) He wanted us to play &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gIqLsGT2wbQ"&gt;Jimmy Cliff's "I Can See Clearly Now."&lt;/a&gt;  That was made all the more fitting when we learned that Jimmy's corneas had given sight to two blind people.  Of course both of those things, along with the speeches from 10 of the people who knew my cousin best, made me practically incoherent for two hours.  I actually have bruises on my arms from where I was gripping myself so hard to keep from sobbing.  I kept quiet, but tears were streaming down my face all day long.  Not to mention on the plane coming home when "I Can See Clearly Now" came on my iPod, immediately followed by &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J6Zfx5qra_g"&gt;"When I Get Where I'm Going."&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been a gut wrenching couple of days.  And I realize that it's because I've lost someone I love.  Someone who was so much a part of my life.  And I will go on, because there's no other choice.  Because Jimmy would be so disappointed in me if I didn't.  And I can't stand the thought of him being disappointed in me.  But for now.  For now I'm sad.  And I think I will be for awhile.  And for now I cry at the most random things.  And I don't know how to stop that.  So I hope you'll bear with me while I figure it out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has helped has been the amazing outreach of support.  The people I love who've reached out and offered their love, support and prayers.  My friend J's sister, who lives in Atlanta, and offered to drive me around when she found out that we were having trouble getting a rental car because of the flooding.  People I haven't seen since grade school who found out and posted immediate messages of support.  It's been astonishing to realize how people will step up to support you, if you'll only let them.  So thank you all for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-4477687479470668623?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/4477687479470668623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=4477687479470668623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/4477687479470668623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/4477687479470668623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/09/home-now.html' title='Home now'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-6613814825187470183</id><published>2009-09-20T12:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T12:51:57.040-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>RIP Jimmy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SrZYd_bs8HI/AAAAAAAAAag/lYrZ617OnUs/s1600-h/jimmy"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SrZYd_bs8HI/AAAAAAAAAag/lYrZ617OnUs/s400/jimmy" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383587676835082354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family lost a giant this week.  My mother's cousin died on Thursday, at the age of 66.  He was outside doing yard work when he started to feel poorly, so he went inside to lay down on the couch and rest for a moment.  He was supposed to meet his wife for dinner in downtown Atlanta that evening, and when he didn't show up, she called a neighbor to go check on him.  The neighbor found him laying on the couch, with the yellow pages open to his doctor's phone number.  He was gone, there was nothing anyone could do.  It was a huge shock, and completely unexpected, and our entire family is reeling.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family has lost a giant.  He was an amazing man: kind, unbelievably intelligent, funny, and a genuinely good person.  I truly can't imagine our family without him.  People hear me say that my mother's cousin has passed away, and they never quite get it.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Your mother's cousin?"&lt;/span&gt;  they ask.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Well you can't possibly have been that close to him, right?" &lt;/span&gt; Wrong.  When your family is as small as ours is, there are no small losses.  Every loss is too much.  And whatever your feelings about certain members of your family, sheerly by virtue of the small size of the family, you're close to just about all of them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine my life without him.  I was taught from a very young age to take everything that Cousin Jim said with a grain of salt.  He told the tallest tales, and had the best poker face, and not even a trained professional could tell whether he was lying or not.  He had the entire family &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;CONVINCED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that he'd had to get braces for his Irish Setter, because she had an overbite, and she couldn't eat properly.  Of course no one believed him when he first told the story (see above re: grain of salt), but after he insisted and continued telling the story for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YEARS&lt;/span&gt;, eventually everyone just assumed: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Well, he must be telling the truth, because who would keep this particular joke running for this long?&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was Jimmy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was always just as quick with a kind word as he was with a joke.  There wasn't a person on the planet who could make you feel better about yourself than Cousin Jim.  When I last saw him for Mother's Day weekend this past year, he made sure that I knew just exactly how truly proud of me he was.  And after that trip, he made of point of e-mailing me articles in Spanish that he thought would help me with my language studies.  He always took time out of his day to make sure that other people were okay.  In recent years, he had his middle name legally changed to my grandfather's name.  It was a sign of respect, he said.  For his uncle, the man who'd made a point of staying involved in Jimmy's life once Jim's parents and two sisters had passed away tragically.  At first we weren't sure if this was another 'dog with braces' thing, but Cousin Jim had the paperwork.  He'd felt so strongly about honoring my grandfather, that he'd really gone and done it.  The look on my grandfather's face when he realized it was true, was priceless.  Grandfather isn't an emotional man by any stretch of the imagination, but the look on his face at that moment will stay with me for a long time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was Jimmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family has lost a giant.  His wife has lost an amazing husband and a true companion; his daughter and stepchildren have lost a staunch supporter and true friend.  My mother and her sisters have lost a man who was like a brother to them; my grandfather has lost a nephew who was an equal, and had boundless respect for him.  I have lost a family member who never failed to let me know, despite time and distance, how proud of me he was, at all times.  A man who, despite everything in his life, made a point of making sure everyone knew how much he loved them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leaves behind a giant hole that none of us yet know how to fill, and that will leave us all a little less than we were before.  For him, we'll try to find a way to fill it, and go on, because that's what he would have wanted.  So despite the pain, we'll try to do it, for him.  Because truly, that will be the best way we can honor him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was Jimmy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-6613814825187470183?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/6613814825187470183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=6613814825187470183' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/6613814825187470183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/6613814825187470183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/09/rip-jimmy.html' title='RIP Jimmy'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SrZYd_bs8HI/AAAAAAAAAag/lYrZ617OnUs/s72-c/jimmy' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-4621974742255097182</id><published>2009-09-15T17:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T17:47:41.978-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='florida'/><title type='text'>I Miss The Midwest...</title><content type='html'>You know what I miss about the Midwest that I didn't even realize I missed until today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that never, not once, did I ever get caught in a traffic jam caused by a sinkhole when I lived in Ohio, Michigan or Indiana.  Now?  Now when I learn that the dead stop traffic I'm stuck in is caused by a sinkhole randomly appearing in the middle of the road?  Somehow how that's become a typical moment in my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, Florida....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-4621974742255097182?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/4621974742255097182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=4621974742255097182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/4621974742255097182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/4621974742255097182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-miss-midwest.html' title='I Miss The Midwest...'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-5083388077630573515</id><published>2009-09-14T19:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:37:40.856-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='florida'/><title type='text'>Life in South Florida...Grocery Store Rant</title><content type='html'>One question: What is it with South Florida Grocery stores not having cart corrals?  I mean seriously folks, what on earth makes you think that the most irresponsible drivers in the state can handle maneuvering around stray shopping carts in the aisles?  And do you really think that these people are going to take the time to walk the carts back inside the store?  I mean I do, because I'm just that anal retentive, but most people don't have that kind of compunction.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on days when it's pouring down rain, I would give my kingdom for a cart corral.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-5083388077630573515?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/5083388077630573515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=5083388077630573515' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/5083388077630573515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/5083388077630573515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-in-south-floridagrocery-store-rant.html' title='Life in South Florida...Grocery Store Rant'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-3357679379201544215</id><published>2009-09-13T10:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T10:10:56.481-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Yay!!</title><content type='html'>New Michale Bublé song...yay!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=62934093"&gt;Michael Bublé - Haven't Met You Yet promo video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425px" height="360px" &gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=62934093,t=1,mt=video"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=62934093,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-3357679379201544215?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/3357679379201544215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=3357679379201544215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/3357679379201544215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/3357679379201544215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/09/yay.html' title='Yay!!'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-2299069583952229413</id><published>2009-09-10T23:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:36:32.112-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Ahh, September....</title><content type='html'>A time when there's (for those of you lucky enough to live somewhere other than Florida) a crispness to the air, the kids are breaking out their new school clothes (or new school uniforms), and everything seems fresh and new.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and Fall TV Premiers begin!  My TV watching schedule for the next several months will be as follows, with new shows in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bold&lt;/span&gt; (thank God for TiVo!!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:&lt;br /&gt;~How I Met Your Mother (Can't wait to see the mother!)&lt;br /&gt;~Heroes (I'm sticking with it for one more season...)&lt;br /&gt;~One Tree Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;~Accidentally on Purpose (I'll give it a shot.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Big Bang Theory (Thank God this one is back!)&lt;br /&gt;~Gossip Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;~Trauma (I'm looking to find an ER replacement...this is option 1 of 3.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Castle (Nathan Fillion = Sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;~NCIS (Woo-hoo!!)&lt;br /&gt;~90210&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;~NCIS: Los Angeles &lt;/span&gt;(Can't wait for the spin-off to start!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;~Melrose Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;~The Good Wife &lt;/span&gt;(Anything with &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0194516/"&gt;Matt Czuchry&lt;/a&gt; is worth a try!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: (I just noticed these are all new shows!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;~Mercy &lt;/span&gt;(I'm looking to find an ER replacement...this is option 2 of 3.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;~Modern Family &lt;/span&gt;(I loved &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0272479/"&gt;Jesse Tyler Ferguson&lt;/a&gt; in the extremely underrated &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0484082/"&gt;The Class&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;~The Beautiful Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;~Glee &lt;/span&gt;(I've been buying songs from iTunes all summer in anticipation!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;~Cougar Town&lt;/span&gt; (Welcome back Courtney Cox!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;~Eastwick &lt;/span&gt;(A show about three witches in a small town?  Count me in!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;~Bones (Must find out what happens to Booth and Brennan!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;~Vampire Diaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;~Fringe (I look forward to watching this one through my fingers all week long!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;~Community &lt;/span&gt;(The guy from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0421460/"&gt;The Soup&lt;/a&gt; has his own show?  I'm in!)&lt;br /&gt;~Private Practice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:  &lt;br /&gt;~Ghost Whisperer&lt;br /&gt;~Smallville&lt;br /&gt;~Dollhouse (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;~Numb3rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;~White Collar&lt;/span&gt; (not until end of October)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;~TiVo catch-up day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;~Desperate Housewives (Susan or Katherine?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;~Three Rivers &lt;/span&gt;(I'm looking to find an ER replacement...this is option 3 of 3.)&lt;br /&gt;~Brothers and Sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I know that for an adult, professional woman there's WAY too much CW represented here, but what can I say, a part of me is still a teenage girl at heart, who gets all swoony at the thought of story-book romance and loves a good, cheesy teen show!  I stand by my choices, but fully understand that the mocking is likely to commence in the comments section!  Also, feel free to make a plug for your favorite TV shows that I've left off.  God knows there can't be many though, right?  Have I mentioned on here before that I'm a little obsessed with TV?  Once again I say &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THANK GOODNESS FOR TIVO!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-2299069583952229413?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/2299069583952229413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=2299069583952229413' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/2299069583952229413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/2299069583952229413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/09/ahh-september.html' title='Ahh, September....'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-1179914267631767297</id><published>2009-09-10T22:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:18:27.272-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>I HATE New iTunes</title><content type='html'>Seriously, where did my shopping cart go?  Not cool iTunes...not cool at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; new iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[Edit:  I have discovered the wishlist feature, and am slightly mollified.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-1179914267631767297?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/1179914267631767297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=1179914267631767297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/1179914267631767297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/1179914267631767297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate-new-itunes.html' title='I HATE New iTunes'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-8456788013861662854</id><published>2009-09-10T22:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T07:33:39.984-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog stuff'/><title type='text'>A New Look for Fall</title><content type='html'>My friends A and A over at &lt;a href="http://abookaday09.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Book A Day&lt;/a&gt; have inspired me to update my blog background for fall!  So here we go, it's fall, it's stripey, it's kicky!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy September everyone!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-8456788013861662854?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/8456788013861662854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=8456788013861662854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/8456788013861662854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/8456788013861662854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-look-for-fall.html' title='A New Look for Fall'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-8081505868961389758</id><published>2009-09-05T15:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T15:59:24.196-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Now this is an interesting development....</title><content type='html'>So I think that there's a blind man living down the hall from me.  I'd never seen him before a couple weeks ago, so he must be a fairly new resident, but I've seen him getting off the elevator a few times now, and here's the problem.  9 times out of 10, he turns the wrong way.  And when he turns the wrong way, he thinks that my apartment is his.  Now twice I've seen him do this and I tell him that he's going the wrong way, and that's my apartment, and he replies "we'll see," tries to open the door, and then turns around in the opposite direction.  A little weird, but I didn't think too much about it until this week, when TWICE at ungodly hours, he tried to get into my apartment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine being a single girl living alone and being awoken at 2am by someone trying to get into your apartment, putting a key in the lock, jiggling the door handle, etc.  I tell you, it's not a fun way to wake up at 2am, and my adrenaline is rushing so much that I have a hard time getting to sleep afterwards.  Now I feel bad for the guy, don't get me wrong.  It's gotta be difficult getting adjusted to a new environment when you can't see what's around you, but isn't there some sort of Braille that the complex can put on his door so he's not trying to break into my apartment at 2am in the middle of the week?  I don't think that's too much to ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-8081505868961389758?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/8081505868961389758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=8081505868961389758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/8081505868961389758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/8081505868961389758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/09/now-this-is-interesting-development.html' title='Now this is an interesting development....'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-5185958549831556854</id><published>2009-09-04T17:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T17:24:49.948-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Still irked....</title><content type='html'>Okay, here's the thing.  Logic would dictate the there are a finite number of tasks that can be a person's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"NUMBER ONE PRIORITY."&lt;/span&gt;  I'll accept that perhaps there can be more than one, and I think that's even a logic leap, but I'll accept it because that's the kind of high-speed world we live in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when my boss comes by my desk &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SEVEN&lt;/span&gt; times in a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;TWO HOUR PERIOD&lt;/span&gt; and tells me that this new task should have my total focus and attention, and be my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"NUMBER ONE PRIORITY"&lt;/span&gt;, it's not wrong for me to be a little irked, right?  I mean seriously, you need to give me some kind of rank order.  At least give me 1A, 1B, 1C, 1D, 1E, 1F, 1G, please!  I'm only one woman, with only one brain and only two hands, so there's a finite quantity of things than can have my full and total focus, attention and effort at a time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God it's a three day weekend...I've totally earned tomorrow's hot stone massage...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-5185958549831556854?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/5185958549831556854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=5185958549831556854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/5185958549831556854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/5185958549831556854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/09/still-irked.html' title='Still irked....'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-7269366009759058673</id><published>2009-09-02T11:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T11:23:15.085-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>I'm irked...</title><content type='html'>Two things are irking me right now after having gotten back from my mini-vacation to DC to visit my friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Taxi drivers who only accept cash, but &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;don't carry change&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm sorry, it was a $22 cab ride from the airport.  I only have two twenties with me.  You do not deserve an $18 tip, it wasn't that good a cab ride.  And you know what?  If you won't accept credit cards (even thought i says on the side of your cab that you do), and you won't take a check, then you're getting exactly $22, because I can't scrounge more than $2 in change from the bottom of my purse, so you don't get a tip.  Or my business the next time I need a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Apparently, the Broward County Clerk of the Court is selling lists with names and addresses of people who get speeding tickets.  Now I'll admit, I shouldn't have been speeding that day (though I was only going 7 over, and it was as the freeway was ending, so I felt like it was a little excessive, but hey, it was legit), so I'll pay the fine and go to traffic school so as not to get the points on my license, but when I pay the fine at the courthouse, and then five days later come home to find my mailbox FULL of advertisements from cheesy lawyers (no offense A, these aren't YOU kind of lawyers) who promise they can get me out of my speeding ticket?  I'm not okay with that.  I literally have 37 advertisements sitting here in front of me right now.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;37!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  NOT okay Broward County, I strongly protest.  I expect this from online retailers and magazine companies, but the Clerk of the Court?  Shame on you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-7269366009759058673?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/7269366009759058673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=7269366009759058673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/7269366009759058673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/7269366009759058673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-irked.html' title='I&apos;m irked...'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-2808358678070576190</id><published>2009-08-25T22:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:12:37.587-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>I hate studying...</title><content type='html'>I'm studying Spanish.  Estudio Español.  I don't like studying Spanish.  No me gusta estudiar Español.  But I'm doing it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think that with my love of international politics and international travel, that I'd love languages, but in fact, quite the opposite is true.  I hate them.  I hate studying them, and I hate learning them.  I'm told I have an aptitude for them, but quite honestly, I just don't care enough to apply myself in the necessary fashion to excel.  And yet, I know I need to learn Spanish.  So here I am, going out, buying the books and taking the classes.  And the one thing getting me through it this evening is the fact that at the end of each of the lessons is my &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Practice-Makes-Perfect-Basic-Spanish/dp/0071458050/ref=sr_1_7?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1251254878&amp;sr=8-7"&gt;Practice Makes Perfect: Basic Spanish&lt;/a&gt; book, there are "fun facts."  (Hay "hechos divertidos.")  And they make me smile...for example (por exemplar):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Nicholas Cage es el sobrino de Francis Ford Coppola.   (I did not know this.)&lt;br /&gt;-- A.A. Milne, el padre de Christopher Robin, es le autor de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Winnie the Pooh&lt;/span&gt;, un libro muy popular con los chicos y las chicas.   &lt;br /&gt;     - Pooh es un oso.&lt;br /&gt;     - Eeyore es un burro.&lt;br /&gt;     - Rabbit es un conejo.&lt;br /&gt;     - Roo es un canguro (su madre es Kanga).&lt;br /&gt;     - Tigger es un tigre.&lt;br /&gt;     - Piglet es un cerdo.&lt;br /&gt;     - Heffalump es un elefant.  (Me gusta Heffalumps!!)&lt;br /&gt;-- En la escula del programa &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Señor Rogers&lt;/span&gt; (en la televisión americana), hay tres estudiantes:  Anna Platypus, el Príncipe Tuesday y Daniel el Tigre.  La maestra es una vaca: Harriet Elizabeth Cow.  La asistenta a la maestra es Dama Elaine.  Dama Elaine es la sobrina del Rey Friday y la Reina Sara.  Dama Elaine es la prima del Príncipe Tuesday.  (I used to love &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mr. Rogers&lt;/span&gt;!  And I'd forgotten all about Lady Elaine, King Friday, Queen Sara and Prince Tuesday!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also get to do True/False (Verdadero o Falso) questions like:&lt;br /&gt;-- Yo tengo un mono en la sala de mi casa.  (Falso.  I do not have a monkey in my living room.)&lt;br /&gt;-- El presidente de México habla español.  (Verdadero...I hope so!)&lt;br /&gt;-- Tom Cruise canta y baila en MTV.  (Falso.  I hope...Haven't we all been traumatized by Tom Cruise enough without being subjected to his singing and dancing on MTV?)&lt;br /&gt;-- Norah Jones y Dave Matthews tocan la tuba.  (Well maybe, but I'm going to guess Falso.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also get to translate sentences like this:&lt;br /&gt;-- Yo no quiero un toro en mi cosina.  (Definitely not.  My kitchen is messy enough without adding a bull into the mix.)&lt;br /&gt;-- Tengo dos patos en mi sala.  (Yikes, I hope not...ducks can be mean!)&lt;br /&gt;-- Hermione tiene un gato en Hogwarts.  (Yay Harry Potter references!)&lt;br /&gt;-- Mi prima no tiene un tigre in el carro.  (She better not!  She's only 17, and a tiger in the car would be very distracting!)&lt;br /&gt;-- Shrek tiene un burro.  (I think Donkey would debate the possessive used there, but hey, who am I to argue with a Spanish textbook that's referencing pop culture!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to summarize, I've found the perfect Spanish textbook for me...it not only references random pop culture tidbits (Hay muchas fotos en el website de Perez Hilton...bet your ass he's got photos!), but also brings me back to beloved childhood books and TV shows (I miss &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mr. Rogers&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Winnie the Pooh&lt;/span&gt;!).     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And would you look at that?  I've also managed to write a blog entry WHILE studying my Spanish!  I love technology!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Que sueñes con los angelitos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-2808358678070576190?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/2808358678070576190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=2808358678070576190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/2808358678070576190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/2808358678070576190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hate-studying.html' title='I hate studying...'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-8370398999110426999</id><published>2009-08-25T08:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T17:35:28.091-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloopers'/><title type='text'>Airport Bloopers</title><content type='html'>Seen at the airport last weekend:  A classic example of what not to do when parking your &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; expensive convertible in long term parking in South Florida during Hurricane Season:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave the top down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Floridians, I really do!  I mean seriously, who does that??  And yeah, it was raining and there was about an inch of water in the cupholders.  I'm pretty sure most insurance companies don't have a stupidity clause....Common sense FAIL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-8370398999110426999?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/8370398999110426999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=8370398999110426999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/8370398999110426999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/8370398999110426999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/08/airport-bloopers.html' title='Airport Bloopers'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-4342412038542723852</id><published>2009-08-23T21:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T22:07:02.422-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Too much flying...</title><content type='html'>Just got back from a quick weekend jaunt to Columbus.  And when I say quick, I mean that I flew out Saturday morning, and flew back tonight.  Less than 36 hours in Ohio...that's right, I'm like a rockstar!  K&amp;E's engagement party was way too much fun (puppy Osgood is too cute!!), and Brunch with M&amp;R was delish!  All in all, a great but EXHAUSTING weekend.  Too much travel in too short a period.  But the Kindle is awesome for traveling!  Hope everyone else had a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SpH1VfZnK8I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/7h5-R2JzscA/s1600-h/P8230003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SpH1VfZnK8I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/7h5-R2JzscA/s400/P8230003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373345579984694210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky M gets to live here...I've always had a thing for waterlilies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SpH1d3rvKHI/AAAAAAAAAaY/FqIwjqOaR5Q/s1600-h/P8220002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SpH1d3rvKHI/AAAAAAAAAaY/FqIwjqOaR5Q/s400/P8220002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373345723942119538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-4342412038542723852?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/4342412038542723852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=4342412038542723852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/4342412038542723852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/4342412038542723852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/08/too-much-flying.html' title='Too much flying...'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SpH1VfZnK8I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/7h5-R2JzscA/s72-c/P8230003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-2362581968350890877</id><published>2009-08-20T20:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T20:43:32.991-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Realization...</title><content type='html'>I have come to a sudden, perhaps not very startling realization:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no shoes that are comfortable from 5:00 in the morning to 9:00 at night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-2362581968350890877?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/2362581968350890877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=2362581968350890877' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/2362581968350890877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/2362581968350890877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/08/realization.html' title='Realization...'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-2417043755425259631</id><published>2009-08-18T01:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T01:13:01.338-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>My Current Random Obsession of the Moment:</title><content type='html'>Is this song: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IDprHNxFjTg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IDprHNxFjTg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?  No idea.  The &lt;a href="http://www.threedognight.com/"&gt;Three Dog Night&lt;/a&gt; version came on Pandora the other day, and I was intrigued.  Then I found out that &lt;a href="http://www.rockapella.com/"&gt;Rockapella&lt;/a&gt; (of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Where_in_the_World_Is_Carmen_Sandiego%3F_%28game_show%29"&gt;Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?&lt;/a&gt; fame) did a version, and I became obsessed.  I get into phases with music where I feel that I must listen to it over and over and over again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the fact that I realized that Rockapella sings this song meant that I had to find the old Folgers Coffee commercial that they did, and listen to that 10 or 15 times as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ujEqAi6-VGo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ujEqAi6-VGo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh random obsessions, what would I do without you?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...be productive?  Yeah, probably not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-2417043755425259631?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/2417043755425259631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=2417043755425259631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/2417043755425259631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/2417043755425259631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-current-random-obsession-of-moment.html' title='My Current Random Obsession of the Moment:'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-4516661805068508577</id><published>2009-08-16T17:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T17:50:34.060-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Coming to you live from a S. Florida Internet Cafe...</title><content type='html'>To borrow a bit from my friends A and &lt;a href="http://abookaday09.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angie&lt;/a&gt;, it's day five of me being without my internet - rations are low, and despair is setting in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm typing this to you via an internet terminal where I've come to check my e-mail, because apparently I'm so addicted to the internet that I can't possibly manage to spend an entire weekend without it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I got the Kindle!  Happy Birthday to me!!  I love it, it's amazing...the whole being able to download the first few chapters of a book for free before buying it thing is perfect for me, because there are so many books that I've purchased only to find out after the first few chapters that I have absolutely no interest in.  Right now I've downloaded &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Magicians-Novel-Lev-Grossman/dp/0670020559/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1250458378&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;The Magicians&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Everyone-She-Loved-Sheila-Curran/dp/1416590668/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1250458403&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Everyone She Loved&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Commencement-novel-J-Courtney-Sullivan/dp/0307270742/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1250458470&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Commencement&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Admission-Jean-Hanff-Korelitz/dp/0446540706/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1250458491&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Admission&lt;/a&gt;.  I'm loving the fact that newly released books are available for the price of a paperback on Kindle!  Now don't get me wrong, I'll keep buying actual books.  I don't think I'm going to be able to resist that temptation.  But I'm hoping I'll be able to save money by buying them cheaper for Kindle than in the hardcover.  And I can't wait to test it out on my trip to Columbus next weekend for K&amp;E's engagement party...for the first time I won't have to pack four or five books for a simple weekend trip, I can just pack my Kindle (with pretty, soft, purple leather cover!).  We'll see how the trip goes, I'm also really looking forward to seeing M again, and meeting her boy for the first time!  It's going to be a great (if quick!) weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've gotta go now, as my internet time is almost up.  Here's hoping Comcast gets off their lazy butts and fixes our internet soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-4516661805068508577?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/4516661805068508577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=4516661805068508577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/4516661805068508577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/4516661805068508577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-borrow-bit-from-my-friends-and-its.html' title='Coming to you live from a S. Florida Internet Cafe...'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-1398829775094049896</id><published>2009-08-13T23:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:28:57.499-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Rediscovery!</title><content type='html'>My friend M posted on Facebook that her husband can sing along to all different old school theme songs to TV Shows....WKRP in Cincinnati, Perfect Strangers, Silver Spoons, Growing Pains, etc.  Which I think is amazing!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I've got all those theme songs running through my head, I decided to go back to &lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/"&gt;Hulu&lt;/a&gt; and see if they had any of these to refresh my memory....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEY DID!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2drv0joKUcA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2drv0joKUcA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, if you've ever wondered, wondered whatever became of me...I'm living on the air in Cincinnati, Cincinnati WKRP!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-1398829775094049896?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/1398829775094049896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=1398829775094049896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/1398829775094049896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/1398829775094049896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/08/rediscovery.html' title='Rediscovery!'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-5308197898767737306</id><published>2009-08-11T21:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:30:42.669-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Well isn't this an interesting development...</title><content type='html'>It appears that Comcast reads my blog.  Or at least Googles my blog.  Which, considering I have exactly 10 followers, seems like a little bit of a waste of time.  I mean don't get me wrong, I appreciate the well-wishes, it's just a little...disconcerting.  But my internet's back, so if Mark from Comcast had anything to do with that, then I'll shut up and be grateful (you know what they say about gift horses and all...). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing with the theme that good things happen on C's birthday....MY FRIEND J GOT ENGAGED!!!!!!!!  To a completely awesome guy who couldn't possibly be any more perfect for her, so I'm over the moon for the both of them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my office got me a cake today (yellow with chocolate icing!), and I had a great dinner out, and now I'm chilling at home, opening presents and contemplating ordering the Kindle.  Which I want.  Badly.  Now some people are saying that I should wait until they iron out this whole 'deleting e-books' thing, which totally makes sense, but I'm an impatient little girl, and I'm not sure I can hold out indefinitely.  We'll see how the evening progresses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the well-wishes everyone, I really appreciate it!!!  And congrats again to J&amp;amp;J!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-5308197898767737306?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/5308197898767737306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=5308197898767737306' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/5308197898767737306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/5308197898767737306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-isnt-this-interesting-development.html' title='Well isn&apos;t this an interesting development...'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-186090774273566110</id><published>2009-08-10T23:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:41:28.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Comcast</title><content type='html'>There appears to be something wrong with my internet.  I intended to log on yesterday and talk about the wedding I went to over the weekend.  My struggle to find the right dress and shoes (thanks to all who contributed to the decision, I got loads of compliments), and the complete and utter insanity that can only be involved in the decision to have an outdoor wedding in a city built on a swamp in the middle of August.  Hot?  Yes, I'd say so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead, I arrived home to non-functional internet.  And it hasn't gotten better.  Well, according to Comcast it has.  According to Comcast, the fact that I can access the internet for approximately 2.4 minutes at a time should be sufficient, and I should be pleased with the progress.  Except I'm not.  At all.  In no small part because it has taken me over 24 hours to write this post, and God only knows if I'll be able to get it up on the blog at all.  But that's all going to change in approximately 20 minutes, you know why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because in 20 minutes, it will be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;MY BIRTHDAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;(Fishing for birthday wishes?  Me?  NEVER!  Perish the thought!!)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what?  Nothing bad is allowed to happen on my birthday.  So I choose to believe that my internet will be 100% functional when I wake up in the morning, and despite the fact that I have to go into the office on my birthday (shock, horror!) and despite the fact that my mother isn't here to make me my favorite cake (yellow with chocolate icing), I'm bound and determined to have an amazing birthday.  Because damn it, I'm turning 27 years old, and if you can't have a good 27th birthday in S. Florida, then you're just not trying hard enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come on internet Gods, play along!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-186090774273566110?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/186090774273566110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=186090774273566110' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/186090774273566110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/186090774273566110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hate-comcast.html' title='I hate Comcast'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-6354306925693227065</id><published>2009-08-05T20:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T21:25:35.162-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Letters</title><content type='html'>I've been writing letters to my pseudo-little brother, D, who's at Army Basic Training for the next little while, and I have to say, it's fun!  I'd forgotten how much I love sending and receiving mail (well, except the singing Hannah Montana card that my grandparents sent for my birthday...that was just a little strange.)!  There's something about writing a letter, and then getting a response a few days later that's just more charming than e-mail.  Don't get me wrong, it's wicked crazy more convenient to dash off a quick e-mail, but something about letters just makes me smile.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A's always loved letter writing (and said I should save hers from when she's President someday), but I've never really gotten into it in the same way she has.  Ironically, I love stationary, but have never really gotten into letter writing until now.  Maybe it's an age thing (after all, it is t-minus 6 days until my birthday!), but I'm loving writing to D, knowing that for just a few seconds, I'm taking his mind of the broiling heat and daily runs.  And it's fun to get the letters in return, seeing how he's doing and knowing that he's out there doing something really important, getting ready to start a whole new chapter in his life.  It's kind of cool.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who else can I write to?  I've got all this stationary I've bought over the years, and I need to start using it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-6354306925693227065?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/6354306925693227065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=6354306925693227065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/6354306925693227065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/6354306925693227065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/08/letters.html' title='Letters'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-2518391911847901861</id><published>2009-08-04T20:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:50:25.339-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Safety.....last?</title><content type='html'>Seen On The Road This Evening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three men in varying stages of undress, riding bicycles on the on ramp to merge onto I-95.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SAFETY FAIL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that even legal?  Can you ride a bicycle on an interstate?  And if it is legal, how are you not afraid that you're going to become road kill???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I maintain my stance that people in South Florida don't &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;THINK&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-2518391911847901861?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/2518391911847901861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=2518391911847901861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/2518391911847901861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/2518391911847901861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/08/safetylast.html' title='Safety.....last?'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-1969402391159062460</id><published>2009-08-03T23:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T23:25:31.870-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Flakiness....</title><content type='html'>So here's the thing.  I'm guilty of it myself.  I've never claimed to be perfect, I flake from time to time.  But I try not to.  And maybe it's the Catholic thing, but I always feel impossibly guilty about it when I do.  If I forget a birthday, or don't show up somewhere when I say I'm going to, or don't get something done in the time frame I promised it, then I beat myself up about it more than the person I've flaked on does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, when I've had a shit day at work, or it's the weekend and I feel like doing nothing but sitting around the house catching up on my TiVo, if I have plans with family or a friend, or colleagues, 9 times out of 10 I'll drag my lazy ass out of the house and do it.  Because as my parents tried to drill into their only child, it's not always all about me.  Sometimes you do things you don't want to do because it'll make someone else happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've come to realize that not everyone thinks like that.  Not everyone puts other people before themselves.  And you can't blame them really...not always.  Because we've all been there.  We've all had that day where it's really all you can do to drive yourself home from the office, microwave your dinner, and collapse on the couch for the evening.  So I'm not mad, I get it.  I've so totally been there.  I'm not mad.  I'm just disappointed.  And I'm trying not to be that either, I really am.  It's just going to take me a little bit of time.  So please understand when you call and ask me to do you a favor, the day after you've flaked on me, that I might not be as enthusiastic about it as I normally am.  I'll do it, because I love you, and you matter to me.  But when I'm not jumping up and down at the opportunity to help you, understand that our relationship is a two way street.  And there's only so long I can go walking along in one direction without another soul in sight down the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the other thing that happened to me today.  I realized that someone I love is going through something.  They haven't told me about it, and I know they don't want to tell me about it, and I get that.  Respect it even.  But here's the thing.  One of my favorite quotes of all time comes from a TV show (shocker!).  It's from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0165961/"&gt;Sports Night&lt;/a&gt;, and you can see it &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5SdpVQkjsIg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, around the 3:30 mark.  And really, it says everything I want to say right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No matter what you decide, you've got friends.  And this is what friends gear up for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-1969402391159062460?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/1969402391159062460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=1969402391159062460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/1969402391159062460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/1969402391159062460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/08/flakiness.html' title='Flakiness....'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-4356527302605793344</id><published>2009-08-03T18:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T19:01:05.061-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Ummm...okay...right then.  Thank you?</title><content type='html'>Now here's something I never envisioned someone saying to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you know that you smell purple today?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for context's sake, it was not a crazy homeless man who said this to me, it was a co-worker.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He meant it as a compliment, but tell me, how exactly was I supposed to respond to that?  What's the appropriate response to someone telling you that you smell like a color?  Thank you?  You smell orange?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for that matter, what does 'purple' smell like anyhow??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-4356527302605793344?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/4356527302605793344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=4356527302605793344' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/4356527302605793344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/4356527302605793344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/08/ummmokayright-then-thank-you.html' title='Ummm...okay...right then.  Thank you?'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-7491327063571166199</id><published>2009-08-02T23:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:32:30.199-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Another amazing day!</title><content type='html'>Well this caps it, the best weekend I've had in a long time.  Started out lazing by the pool, continued running some errands, but not the annoying kind that you feel obligated to do, rather the fun ones that you always looked forward to when you were a little kid.  The kind that made you say "when I'm a grown-up, I'll get to do this whenever I want!"  Oh, or was that just me?  Hmm...  And then I got home, tried on some dresses to figure out what to wear for the wedding next weekend, and watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0477347/"&gt;Night at the Museum&lt;/a&gt; on my brand new, swanky 'upconverting' DVD player.  It makes everything look like HD, but without the obnoxious cost of Blue-Ray!  And of having to upgrade my TV on DVD collection to Blue-Ray.  Which will be insanely expensive if I ever have to do it someday.  Shudder.  Then I cooked Honey Chili Chicken for dinner, and now I'm off to bed before midnight!  Hooray!  :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the little things in life that make me happy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-7491327063571166199?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/7491327063571166199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=7491327063571166199' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/7491327063571166199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/7491327063571166199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-amazing-day.html' title='Another amazing day!'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-6429257844493021355</id><published>2009-08-01T22:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T22:47:35.374-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>The Perfect Saturday....</title><content type='html'>It started with an early morning phone call from one of my friends asking if I wanted to go do something naughty....IHOP for breakfast anyone??  It continued with a quick workout, and then lounging at the pool for the next four hours.  Then I had 'correspondence hour' in which I sent e-mails to a friend who's off climbing glaciers in Alaska, wrote a letter to my pseudo-little brother in Army Basic Training, and found out that I have a new blogging friend, whose love for The West Wing rivals my own (always a delightful surprise!).  Oh, and I bought an HD TiVo, because my Comcast DVR is crap (Seriously, crap.  Records 100 episodes of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0810788/"&gt;Burn Notice&lt;/a&gt; when I asked it to record only new eps, and no episodes of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0796264/"&gt;Eureka&lt;/a&gt; when I asked it to record all.  Is their mission in life to do the opposite of everything I ask??).  So soon, I will be back in the warm embrace of my TiVo!  After that, it went on with dinner at P.F. Chang's with a friend, and an evening showing of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1142988/"&gt;The Ugly Truth&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a perfect Saturday, and exactly what I needed after a rather hellish week at work.  Here's hoping tomorrow will be even better!!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-6429257844493021355?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/6429257844493021355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=6429257844493021355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/6429257844493021355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/6429257844493021355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/08/perfect-saturday.html' title='The Perfect Saturday....'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-2703689275523500037</id><published>2009-07-28T23:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:25:20.376-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awards'/><title type='text'>Awww....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pamperspective.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pam&lt;/a&gt; gave me an award for commenting on her blog!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sm--JMcARsI/AAAAAAAAAaI/cu47Zxtibhc/s1600-h/CommentAward2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 172px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sm--JMcARsI/AAAAAAAAAaI/cu47Zxtibhc/s400/CommentAward2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363714746388334274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which hardly seems fair, as I love visiting her blog on a regular basis to get book recommendations and general entertainment, but I'll take it anyway!  Thanks Pam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The text of the You Don't Say Award is: The You Don't Say Award "... is for beautiful people who practice blogging etiquette by visiting or visiting back, and leaving comments. Their observations are apt and helpful and it's a pleasure to have them comment on your posts..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is a pretty cool award, as comments, to a blogger, are things that always serve to make you smile (and remind you, in your most narcissistic times) that you're not ONLY doing this to make yourself happy (though naturally, that is the primary goal, right?).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for paying it forward....well Pam has obviously received it herself, but she gets it doubly in my book, because she's been so great about commenting here in my little world.  And of course so many of my regular commenters don't have blogs of their own (but I love you all for commenting anyhow!!), but I want to send A, and S a big shout out and thank them for all their comments.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I want to pass this award onto my most frequent commenters: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M over at &lt;a href="http://www.whattodaylookslike.blogspot.com/"&gt;What Today Looks Like&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie at &lt;a href="http://abookaday09.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Book A Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there ladies, I appreciate it!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-2703689275523500037?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/2703689275523500037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=2703689275523500037' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/2703689275523500037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/2703689275523500037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/07/awww.html' title='Awww....'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sm--JMcARsI/AAAAAAAAAaI/cu47Zxtibhc/s72-c/CommentAward2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-8048900594445897735</id><published>2009-07-27T20:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:02:36.540-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creepy'/><title type='text'>Can you say classy?</title><content type='html'>Because this bus stop advertisement just SCREAMS capital 'C' Classy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sm5Nt2dlCNI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Y_Y6fdCmaFw/s1600-h/Untitled.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sm5Nt2dlCNI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Y_Y6fdCmaFw/s400/Untitled.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363309656353867986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in addition to totally nailing (pun intended) the "not a shady front for prostitution" theme that they were going for (who gets a massage at 1am?), they're also incredibly PC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I cover the phone number and address of this classy establishment?  Bet your ass!  You think I want crazy creepy people visiting this place after coming to my blog?  Shudder.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-8048900594445897735?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/8048900594445897735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=8048900594445897735' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/8048900594445897735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/8048900594445897735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/07/can-you-say-classy.html' title='Can you say classy?'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sm5Nt2dlCNI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Y_Y6fdCmaFw/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-3287026144900970812</id><published>2009-07-26T21:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:30:00.812-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='florida'/><title type='text'>When did being nice stop being the norm?</title><content type='html'>I was at the grocery store this evening (getting the fixings for my own creation, Honey Chili Chicken...YUM!), and for whatever reason, was in a particularly good mood, so when the woman in line in front of me started getting rid of items she had in her cart b/c she realized she didn't have enough cash with her, I didn't even get annoyed, I just read the headlines of Soap Opera Digest and wondered how soaps get away with aging kids 5 years in a period of three months.  Go into a coma age 12, wake up three months later 17!  That's soap opera magic for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when she finally had eliminated everything she didn't absolutely need, and realized she was still 75 cents over, I didn't role my eyes or sigh or do anything remotely snarky.  I just offered her 75 cents from my coin purse.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At which point it felt like the entirety of the population of Publix, employees and customers alike, turned to stare at me as though I had somehow sprouted a second head.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman stared at the pro-offered quarters like she'd never seen George Washington's head on a piece of metal before.  The cashier's jaw dropped to the floor like Wile E. Coyote after the Roadrunner managed to foil another of his dastardly Acme-sponsored schemes.  The man in line behind me muttered "Wow!" in amazement under his breath.  And I just furrowed my brow at them all, wondering when on earth simple common courtesy stopped being the norm, and started being a cause for wonder and astonishment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman took the quarters, thanked me profusely, and left.  The cashier kept telling me what a good person I was throughout the entirety of my transaction, and the man behind me told his children that they should learn a lesson from me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I must have turned about 47 different shades of red.  Because seriously?  It was 75 cents.  I can spare 75 cents with a fair amount of ease.  And really, if for some reason I didn't have enough cash with me, or a credit card, I'd like to think that someone would do the same thing for me.  And I don't think that's too much to ask.  I don't even think it's that "Good Samaritan" of a deed.  And honestly, it was no small amount selfish on my part, because the woman was talking about running out to her car to check and see if she could find 75 cents under her floor mats.  So that would have taken forever, and then I probably WOULD have gotten annoyed, and you'd be getting a whole other kind of post about tonight's events.  So really, I was helping myself out as much as I was helping her.  So why did these people think it was such a big deal? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I mean honestly, can someone please tell me when common courtesy stopped being common?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-3287026144900970812?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/3287026144900970812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=3287026144900970812' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/3287026144900970812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/3287026144900970812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-did-being-nice-stop-being-norm.html' title='When did being nice stop being the norm?'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-6025745452141430794</id><published>2009-07-20T18:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:09:18.050-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='florida'/><title type='text'>Warning: Rant on South Florida Drivers Ahead</title><content type='html'>You know what I always love to see?  I love to see drivers not paying attention.  And I don't mean talking on a cell phone (I think most of us have been guilty of that from time to time) or singing along to the radio.  I mean seriously not paying attention.  I mean driving while operating a View-Master.  Don't remember the View-Master?  See below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SmT3KMNff7I/AAAAAAAAAZw/SBzhci1hzfw/s1600-h/2627699822_5de69aa15e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SmT3KMNff7I/AAAAAAAAAZw/SBzhci1hzfw/s400/2627699822_5de69aa15e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360681210926301106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, you remember these bad boys from your childhood, don't you?  Do you also happen to remember that they're not see-through?  That even when you don't have one of the disc thingies in them, all you can see when you look through the eye-holes is blackness?  So clearly this is a toy to use while operating an SUV that weighs more than a few thousand pounds.  Someone flunked out of &lt;a href="http://www.mcgruff.org/"&gt;McGruff's Safety School&lt;/a&gt;!  So imagine my joy and elation when I glanced in my rear-view mirror this evening and spotted Jo-Jo the Idiot Faced Boy laughing and joking with his wife and kids while playing with the View-Master (Seriously, you procreated?  Who thought that was a good idea?  Maybe he's just the step-father...or the chauffeur?).  I love Florida drivers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-6025745452141430794?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/6025745452141430794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=6025745452141430794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/6025745452141430794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/6025745452141430794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/07/warning-rant-on-south-florida-drivers.html' title='Warning: Rant on South Florida Drivers Ahead'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SmT3KMNff7I/AAAAAAAAAZw/SBzhci1hzfw/s72-c/2627699822_5de69aa15e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-1814168215764533850</id><published>2009-07-16T23:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:15:16.426-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='florida'/><title type='text'>Well this is new....</title><content type='html'>Driving home from getting my hair cut this evening traffic was backed up a ridiculous amount, and I was super annoyed.  Until I got closer and figured out why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A water main must have busted under the road, which had caused the concrete to (what's the reverse of buckle?) expand outward until it cracked, and a geyser of water was shooting up through the road.  I'll fully admit that I totally rubber-necked that thing.  Sadly, not long enough to take a picture, because that would have been excessive, but I just couldn't be pissed after that, because come on, there's a geyser of water in the middle of one of Ft. Lauderdale's main thoroughfares!  If you can't find the funny and amazement in that, then you're just not trying!  And you've gotta pity the poor wet policemen directing traffic while being drenched by the geyser in 100 degree heat.  I'm sure it'd be novel at first (and refreshing), but after awhile, you're just wet and uncomfortable.  Thanks FLPD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-1814168215764533850?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/1814168215764533850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=1814168215764533850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/1814168215764533850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/1814168215764533850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-this-is-new.html' title='Well this is new....'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-2639234138998189870</id><published>2009-07-13T23:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T00:03:25.817-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5H2O'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Crazy Person Block?</title><content type='html'>You've heard of writer's block, right?  Well I've got Crazy Person Block.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing capital 'C' Crazy has happened to me in the last couple weeks, hence the lack of posting.  This blog is really a place for me to vent about all the insanity that usually graces my life (as one of my favorite people is fond of telling me, "God C, it's like you're flypaper for freaks!"), and try to keep myself sane.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lately?  Not so much with the Crazy.  Maybe that's the residual Pentwater effect, but I feel like I've been breathing a bit easier since I got back.  Whatever it is, I'll take it, I tell you that much!  So for now, I'll be over here, knocking on wood that my luck holds!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And I'll try to find something entertaining to post about!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and PS, HUGE congrats go out to my friend K, who popped the question to his now fiancée E not too long ago.  They're a great pair, and I'm over the moon for them both!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-2639234138998189870?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/2639234138998189870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=2639234138998189870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/2639234138998189870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/2639234138998189870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/07/crazy-person-block.html' title='Crazy Person Block?'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-3692377499652689739</id><published>2009-07-12T13:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T13:39:22.350-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5H2O'/><title type='text'>New Profile Pic</title><content type='html'>My friends E and H took this picture up at the cottage, and I love it so much I had to steal it...thanks ladies!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SlofvRJgd7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/zF1ahExKd2w/s1600-h/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SlofvRJgd7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/zF1ahExKd2w/s400/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357629603628218290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-3692377499652689739?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/3692377499652689739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=3692377499652689739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/3692377499652689739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/3692377499652689739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-profile-pic.html' title='New Profile Pic'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SlofvRJgd7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/zF1ahExKd2w/s72-c/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-8520261880351205133</id><published>2009-07-08T22:08:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:25:23.862-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5H2O'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Nope, not dead!</title><content type='html'>Just relaxing on vacation!  The trip was amazing...good friends, good family, good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started by flying home to Ohio for my childhood friend (and brother of one of my best friends!) M's wedding.  The wedding was beautiful, and though I can hardly believe that S's little brother (who we used to make play dress-up with us) is married, he looked so happy that I'll just have to forgive him for making me feel old.  :)  And I'll also forgive him because after the father/bride dance, they opened up the dance floor to ALL fathers and daughters in attendance, and Mom got this great snap of me and Dad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SlVTDwAPvhI/AAAAAAAAAYI/0BE_VRji6ME/s1600-h/P6270007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SlVTDwAPvhI/AAAAAAAAAYI/0BE_VRji6ME/s320/P6270007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356278655717719570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, bright and early the next morning, it was on to the cottage! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SlVUkpjTA7I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/dMn-m5HThTg/s1600-h/P7040039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SlVUkpjTA7I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/dMn-m5HThTg/s320/P7040039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356280320432997298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentwater, my single favorite place on Earth...a town with a population of under 1,000, where everyone knows everyone else (and their business, naturally) and where there's never anything more important than sitting on the deck with a puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SlVRVpadLgI/AAAAAAAAAYA/9bZkKbJFvgo/s1600-h/P7040065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SlVRVpadLgI/AAAAAAAAAYA/9bZkKbJFvgo/s320/P7040065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356276764162993666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention the puppy?  It was great to get to have my parents dog (for some reason she's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; dog when she's bad) up at the cottage the whole time, which never happened when my grandparents were spending summers up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather wasn't all that nice at the beginning of the week, so there was lots of relaxing in the front room with some good books (I'll do a whole separate post on the books I read while on vacation, as it was kind of crazy!), playing board games, and shopping.  S and A arrived on Wednesday/Thursday, and we did it up right...the Pentwater Thursday Night Band Concert, shopping, and plenty of beach time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SlVh34_VKJI/AAAAAAAAAYg/aF6-72dyGj8/s1600-h/DSC05119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SlVh34_VKJI/AAAAAAAAAYg/aF6-72dyGj8/s400/DSC05119.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356294944645785746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it did feel like the water was going to chill us to the bone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SlViW7YwqGI/AAAAAAAAAYo/w80IgVu0Vzc/s1600-h/DSC05159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SlViW7YwqGI/AAAAAAAAAYo/w80IgVu0Vzc/s320/DSC05159.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356295477865261154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, we went in!  Well, A and I did...S had to stay back to safeguard the camera and all our sunglasses (way to take one for the team chica!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even did a bonfire with V, B&amp;J on the 3rd for Pentwater fireworks.  It was the quintessential 4th of July Holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SlVi95ogEvI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Wh_nMTwMoHA/s1600-h/DSC05207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SlVi95ogEvI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Wh_nMTwMoHA/s320/DSC05207.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356296147409310450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was an amazing vacation, and one that I absolutely wish could have lasted another 10 days!  Next year anyone?  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-8520261880351205133?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/8520261880351205133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=8520261880351205133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/8520261880351205133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/8520261880351205133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/07/nope-not-dead.html' title='Nope, not dead!'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SlVTDwAPvhI/AAAAAAAAAYI/0BE_VRji6ME/s72-c/P6270007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-699006636889011688</id><published>2009-06-29T12:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:02:27.342-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5H2O'/><title type='text'>I'm in Pentwater!</title><content type='html'>Sorry to have been MIA for awhile, but I'm on vacation!!!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was home in Ohio with the family for a friend's wedding last weekend, and got a huge surprise when an old childhood friend was there!  It was great to catch up again, and the wedding was loads of fun.  Now I'm up at the cottage, and won't be worrying much about blogging until at least next week, but I'll have some great stories to tell when I get back.  Hope everyone's having a good Monday!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-699006636889011688?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/699006636889011688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=699006636889011688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/699006636889011688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/699006636889011688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-in-pentwater.html' title='I&apos;m in Pentwater!'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-3351284895184167620</id><published>2009-06-21T16:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:39:16.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've Never Actually Taken the Time to Think About...</title><content type='html'>I was watching back episodes of &lt;a href="http://www.thedailyshow.com/index.jhtml"&gt;The Daily Show&lt;/a&gt;, and Jon Stewart was mocking House Minority Leader John Boehner for saying that the Post Office was inefficient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Why are you picking on the Post Office? For 44 cents, someone comes to your house, picks up some piece of crap you wrote, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;takes it to Wyoming &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on a plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know,  he's not wrong.  I mean think about it...for all that we (and by 'we' of course I mean me and the real me) complain every time the Post Office hikes up the price of stamps, it's still probably about as much bang for your buck as you'll get anywhere in the U.S.  And now that they have the Forever Stamp, it's even better! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, 44¢?  I've never actually thought of it in those terms before, but that's cheap!  Gotta love the US Postal Service (and their automated machines that mean I don't actually have to stand in line except for when I'm too stupid to remember that &lt;a href="http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-recap-and-tuesday-randomness.html"&gt;I shouldn't go to the post office on April 14th.&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-3351284895184167620?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/3351284895184167620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=3351284895184167620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/3351284895184167620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/3351284895184167620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-ive-never-actually-taken-time-to.html' title='Things I&apos;ve Never Actually Taken the Time to Think About...'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-524916817501239842</id><published>2009-06-20T16:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:10:26.032-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5H2O'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Help!  Book Suggestions Needed...</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm reaching out to all my blogging friends because it's T-minus six days and counting before I leave Florida to head up to my cottage in Michigan, and I need beach book suggestions!!  Nothing too heavy, but something with a good story that I can get lost in for hours at a time on the beautiful sandy beach, or in the woodsy cottage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually go through at least 4/5 books in a week-long visit up north, so I'm visiting Amazon.com and the library this week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-524916817501239842?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/524916817501239842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=524916817501239842' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/524916817501239842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/524916817501239842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/06/help-book-suggestions-needed.html' title='Help!  Book Suggestions Needed...'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-3338080699759063534</id><published>2009-06-20T00:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T00:45:49.625-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>TV Theme Songs...</title><content type='html'>Okay, I swear I'm done after this.  &lt;a href="http://abookaday09.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angie&lt;/a&gt;, check out the 0:37 and the 2:17 mark...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't love Josh Groban singing the Golden Girls and Brady Bunch theme songs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://music.todaysbigthing.com/betamax/betamax.swf?item_id=644&amp;fullscreen=1" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-3338080699759063534?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/3338080699759063534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=3338080699759063534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/3338080699759063534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/3338080699759063534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/06/tv-theme-songs.html' title='TV Theme Songs...'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-1667411842885398344</id><published>2009-06-20T00:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T00:46:17.873-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Eye of the Tiger</title><content type='html'>And then there's this...I mean absolutely no way I was this cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://music.todaysbigthing.com/betamax/betamax.swf?item_id=1517&amp;fullscreen=1" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-1667411842885398344?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/1667411842885398344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=1667411842885398344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/1667411842885398344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/1667411842885398344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/06/eye-of-tiger.html' title='Eye of the Tiger'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-6128065825106407822</id><published>2009-06-19T21:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T00:46:36.018-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Don't Stop Believin'</title><content type='html'>Okay, I just have to say, there's no way that I was this cool as a kid in choir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://music.todaysbigthing.com/betamax/betamax.swf?item_id=1754&amp;fullscreen=1" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-6128065825106407822?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/6128065825106407822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=6128065825106407822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/6128065825106407822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/6128065825106407822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-stop-believin.html' title='Don&apos;t Stop Believin&apos;'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-2202156056080394795</id><published>2009-06-18T17:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:32:34.263-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5H2O'/><title type='text'>Pentwater Music Video</title><content type='html'>My mom sent me this link to a music video that &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/triptheshutter"&gt;triptheshutter&lt;/a&gt; put together about Pentwater, and it just made me grin...everything from sunsets to band concerts to local color...it's perfect, and very well done!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uGvu0mpRReg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uGvu0mpRReg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-2202156056080394795?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/2202156056080394795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=2202156056080394795' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/2202156056080394795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/2202156056080394795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-mom-sent-me-this-link-to-music-video.html' title='Pentwater Music Video'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-6422526784168241692</id><published>2009-06-17T22:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:16:46.551-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5H2O'/><title type='text'>To Do List....</title><content type='html'>I have to clean my apartment this weekend.  Badly.  I also need to go grocery shopping.  And regular shopping.  And go to Sam's Club.  And did I mention clean my apartment?  And this is officially my only free weekend in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the plus side, in July, I get to go to Pentwater with S and A!!  So when I get depressed and overwhelmed, and massively stressed out, all I need to do is think of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SjmihqxOBwI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ZhCIQE-PMAs/s1600-h/P6210001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SjmihqxOBwI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ZhCIQE-PMAs/s320/P6210001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348484731779286786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And possibly this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SjmiunbqD6I/AAAAAAAAAXw/ICkXtxCi2F8/s1600-h/P6230021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SjmiunbqD6I/AAAAAAAAAXw/ICkXtxCi2F8/s320/P6230021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348484954221842338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a little bit of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sjmi5uXLQ7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/93SKEsUNB-8/s1600-h/DSC03381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sjmi5uXLQ7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/93SKEsUNB-8/s320/DSC03381.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348485145060656050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, it's a town with no grocery store, but THREE ice cream parlors!  That whole 'healthy eating' thing is pretty much going out the window.  I'm nothing if not a realist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;T-minus 11 days and counting!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-6422526784168241692?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/6422526784168241692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=6422526784168241692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/6422526784168241692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/6422526784168241692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-to-clean-my-apartment-this.html' title='To Do List....'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SjmihqxOBwI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ZhCIQE-PMAs/s72-c/P6210001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-4490065018235822329</id><published>2009-06-16T21:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:33:16.854-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Old Movies!</title><content type='html'>Well after realizing last week that I don't own two of my favorite movies of all time, and after realizing that &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/"&gt;Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt; sells them all for under $10, I got a lovely little delivery today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend is going to be old movie weekend, featuring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite movie of all time, The Philadelphia Story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SjhG5gziWzI/AAAAAAAAAXI/-f3tGjUAprA/s1600-h/TPS"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SjhG5gziWzI/AAAAAAAAAXI/-f3tGjUAprA/s320/TPS" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348102511375047474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A close second, His Girl Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SjhHA-PaWYI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/717WNi-hcsY/s1600-h/HGF"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SjhHA-PaWYI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/717WNi-hcsY/s320/HGF" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348102639535675778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arsenic and Old Lace:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SjhHHLf1jVI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Q6HKO7HHPMg/s1600-h/AOL"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SjhHHLf1jVI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Q6HKO7HHPMg/s320/AOL" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348102746173443410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SjhHL93pydI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Rf8_7jeH13w/s1600-h/MBBHDH"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SjhHL93pydI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Rf8_7jeH13w/s320/MBBHDH" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348102828414585298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I'm noticing (just now, I'm that observant) that these are all Cary Grant movies...quite the common denominator!  Now I'm stuck wondering if I like these movies just because I like them, or if I like them because of the remarkable Mr. Grant.  A thought to ponder as I indulge myself this weekend.  It's going to be fun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-4490065018235822329?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/4490065018235822329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=4490065018235822329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/4490065018235822329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/4490065018235822329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/06/old-movies.html' title='Old Movies!'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SjhG5gziWzI/AAAAAAAAAXI/-f3tGjUAprA/s72-c/TPS' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-3435678212689292943</id><published>2009-06-15T21:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:48:36.169-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Airplane Randomness</title><content type='html'>So on the plane coming back from DC last night, I had the oddest experience.  Now normally I can't sleep on planes, but I'd gotten up at 3am on Friday to go to DC, and had been busy with work and friends all weekend long (wonderfully, amazingly busy, but busy nonetheless), so I was exhausted, and fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the seat-back.  I had the window seat, there was a scruffy but kinda cute guy in the seat next to me, and an older woman on the aisle.  None of us actually talked to one another, which is quite frankly how I like things on an airplane, so I switch my iPod to my "Sleep" playlist, and I was out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up maybe half and hour later, not sure what had woken me, but surprised to find that scruffy boy and I had somehow fallen asleep with our heads just inches from each other...oops!  That would have been embarrassing if he'd woken up first!  So as I'm starting to turn over to try to go back to sleep, I realize that the woman on the aisle has her camera out, and is leaning over, trying to take a picture of us.  While we're sleeping.  Can you say creepy?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So naturally I recoiled, which woke scruffy guy up, and we both asked her what the hell she thought she was doing.  Apparently she thought we were a couple (who apparently never look at, or acknowledge each other in any way), and that we looked cute while we were sleeping, so she'd decided to take a picture of us and ask us for our e-mail address later, so she could send it on.  Luckily, we were both equally horrified by this, and also luckily, she couldn't get her camera to work, so we were spared that particular awkwardness of having a total stranger with a picture of us together, but still.  Creepy.  The rest of the flight was decidedly uncomfortable, and I was left wondering:  What is wrong with some people that they think just because they're on a plane with you, that gives them the right to become a part of your lives?  Who are these people?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-3435678212689292943?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/3435678212689292943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=3435678212689292943' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/3435678212689292943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/3435678212689292943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/06/airplane-randomness.html' title='Airplane Randomness'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-743694465791179594</id><published>2009-06-10T23:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:20:36.620-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Ummmmm.....</title><content type='html'>A sign posted in my building's elevator says that they're going to be doing a test of the "Emergency Fire Generating System" tomorrow, and they apologize for any inconvenience to residents during the testing process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm, yeah!  Why do you need an Emergency Fire &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GENERATING&lt;/span&gt; System?  In case what, we're taken over by vampires or zombies?  Or our building is infected by the Black Plague?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little disturbed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-743694465791179594?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/743694465791179594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=743694465791179594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/743694465791179594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/743694465791179594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/06/ummmmm.html' title='Ummmmm.....'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-5735455204040202092</id><published>2009-06-10T22:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:38:32.809-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>What a day!</title><content type='html'>Well it started off badly...I woke up feeling sick, so I ate some saltines, drank some ginger ale, and went back to bed.  When I woke up feeling better, I decided to eat something a little more substantial and see if I continued to feel okay...so what did I do while I was waiting?  What any normal girl would do of course!  I organized the closet in my guest room!  Then when I went into work this afternoon, I dropped a HUGE load of stuff off at Goodwill on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work.  Yeah.  Work was crazy.  I'm getting ready for the trip up to DC this weekend (YAY!!!!!), so things are bonkers, but I'm proud of myself.  Today I exercised what can only be termed as admirable self-restraint when I did NOT give voice to thought and tell the people who were annoying me: "Wow, lazy &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; incompetent?  Your mother must be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; proud!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this evening it was time for dinner out with the girls, C and M (and later M's hubby, who was kind enough to be our photographer!), for dinner at a fun new restaurant that offers fried green tomatoes as a house specialty!  They were amazing, and now I think I'm going to have to go back and read &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fried-Green-Tomatoes-Whistle-Stop/dp/1400064627/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1244687777&amp;sr=8-2"&gt;the Fannie Flagg book&lt;/a&gt; again!  And maybe watch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SjBuFiHrzCI/AAAAAAAAAW8/U7l_G5AKRz0/s1600-h/P6100001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SjBuFiHrzCI/AAAAAAAAAW8/U7l_G5AKRz0/s320/P6100001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345893799026215970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned I can't wait to go to DC this weekend?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I CAN'T WAIT TO GO TO DC THIS WEEKEND!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-5735455204040202092?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/5735455204040202092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=5735455204040202092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/5735455204040202092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/5735455204040202092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-day.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SjBuFiHrzCI/AAAAAAAAAW8/U7l_G5AKRz0/s72-c/P6100001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-829627245989139219</id><published>2009-06-09T18:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:00:35.776-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>There are no words...</title><content type='html'>I heard about this through the grapevine, but didn't believe it until I saw it for myself...Zack Attack is back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SImUrVA-N9A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SImUrVA-N9A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-829627245989139219?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/829627245989139219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=829627245989139219' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/829627245989139219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/829627245989139219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/06/there-are-no-words.html' title='There are no words...'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-6055626990742149854</id><published>2009-06-08T22:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:27:41.572-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='florida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Birthday Party!</title><content type='html'>Well, first and foremost, a very Happy Birthday to my favorite other CW out there!  It's her birthday today, and we spent the evening at two of Ft. Lauderdale's finest establishments, &lt;a href="http://www.theletub.com/"&gt;Le Tub&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://"&gt;Jackson's Ice Cream Parlor&lt;/a&gt;.   It was AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we started off at Le Tub, which has (according to Oprah) the number one hamburger in the world...I can testify that it was pretty amazing (though as I was reminded this weekend, nobody makes hamburgers quite as good as my Dad!).  The place is hysterical, full of old bathtubs and toilets turned into planters...very eclectic!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Si3HB5itInI/AAAAAAAAAWk/tfF3GdrWH4g/s1600-h/P6080007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Si3HB5itInI/AAAAAAAAAWk/tfF3GdrWH4g/s400/P6080007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345147168198828658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T and I had to pose by the toilets!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, even though we were all STUFFED, the birthday girl insisted that we soldier on to Jackson's, home of what has to be a contender for the world's largest portions...C and A shared a "small" root beer float...you be the judge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Si3ISRje14I/AAAAAAAAAWs/2Mu5WjFmNCQ/s1600-h/P6080017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Si3ISRje14I/AAAAAAAAAWs/2Mu5WjFmNCQ/s400/P6080017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345148549034071938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They dug into it with gusto though, and did a pretty good job of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Si3IdVGXBlI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ACNdXNSx7fI/s1600-h/P6080019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Si3IdVGXBlI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ACNdXNSx7fI/s320/P6080019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345148738964227666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a very fun, if not exactly "healthy" evening...well worth it though!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday C!  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-6055626990742149854?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/6055626990742149854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=6055626990742149854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/6055626990742149854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/6055626990742149854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthday-party.html' title='Birthday Party!'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Si3HB5itInI/AAAAAAAAAWk/tfF3GdrWH4g/s72-c/P6080007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-6957702502489022843</id><published>2009-06-07T22:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:45:40.018-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Toledo!</title><content type='html'>Just got back from Toledo, and of course it was too short...but I packed a helluva lot into 2+ days!  Arrived Friday night and had dinner with the parents, spent some quality time with the puppy (who gets to come up to 5H2O full time this summer for the first time...yay!).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was more quality time with the parents, then heading over to K's parent's house, to hang out with my 2nd family and get ready for her Toledo wedding reception, which was all kinds of fun.  Got to see some old HS friends, plus spend some time with the pseudo-brothers, and then of course, see K&amp;M start a duel with the cake cutting knives.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Six48MuzBsI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Y5UF8c7AKWc/s1600-h/P6060029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Six48MuzBsI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Y5UF8c7AKWc/s400/P6060029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344779833386927810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly the highlight of the evening, right?  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was all about family.  Mom, Dad and I had the cousin's over to the house for brunch, and once the kids arrived, all bets were off...we tossed a football around in the yard, played with the dogs (ours and the neighbor dogs), talked about boys and school and everything else under the sun until it was time for them to leave (the girls have finals this week, so my visit was merely a quick break from the marathon study-session.  We were all exhausted by the time they left, but it was well worth it to spend time with the kids...I miss them when I'm gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just got home, and it's time to crash, but not before I ask one simple question.  Does anyone know how, in the name of all that is good and holy, I now have a subscription to Teen Vogue?  Seriously, I neither requested nor paid for this, and yet somehow, magazines with Disney Channel stars on the front cover have started showing up at my door.  This is unacceptable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-6957702502489022843?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/6957702502489022843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=6957702502489022843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/6957702502489022843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/6957702502489022843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/06/toledo.html' title='Toledo!'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Six48MuzBsI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Y5UF8c7AKWc/s72-c/P6060029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-256709445817524435</id><published>2009-06-02T22:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:49:23.032-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Mortality is overrated.</title><content type='html'>Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite the evening.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father called tonight to tell me he has skin cancer.  The doctors say it's incredibly treatable, they caught it early, and they're going to be able to get rid of all of it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is NOT a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did all the right things.  I said all the right things.  I asked all the right questions, and I had all the right reactions.  I did not freak out, I did not cry, and I did not overreact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except it is a problem.  And as soon as I hung up the phone, I realized that.  It is a problem.  It's my dad.  I love my dad.  I'm a total Daddy's girl.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SiXitQJbK9I/AAAAAAAAAWE/663j4e38kkM/s1600-h/000_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SiXitQJbK9I/AAAAAAAAAWE/663j4e38kkM/s400/000_0008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342925800001448914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My silly, funny, crazy father...is going to be FINE.  But the idea that he might not be...that thought entering my brain, even for half a second...it shook me to the core.  I had a nice little panic attack.  That first moment when you not just realize, but actually accept that your parents are mortal?  Let me tell you, not fun.  I don't like it.  I'd like to go back please.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did what any normal, American girl would do....I called my best friends.  And God, when my friends step up, they step up.  Each of them did exactly what I needed them to do in that moment.  K was amazing...she was totally there for me, forced me to breath through the panic, and be rational again.  And then J got my text message.  One of my very few only child friends, so of course, knew EXACTLY what to say.  And since J's every bit as snarky and sarcastic as I am, was rude and ornery with me for an hour on the phone until I was back to my old self again.  Thank God for my friends, without whom I would be adrift.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thank God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SiXjF9Cc27I/AAAAAAAAAWU/AwA_AgzaVJU/s1600-h/PB220017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SiXjF9Cc27I/AAAAAAAAAWU/AwA_AgzaVJU/s400/PB220017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342926224368655282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful, amazing family.  Whom I love, and who will be with me always.  (Hey, mortality's overrated.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-256709445817524435?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/256709445817524435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=256709445817524435' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/256709445817524435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/256709445817524435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/06/mortality-is-overrated.html' title='Mortality is overrated.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/SiXitQJbK9I/AAAAAAAAAWE/663j4e38kkM/s72-c/000_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-6550090356186344591</id><published>2009-06-01T19:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:31:41.958-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='florida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Okay, two things....</title><content type='html'>First: I just made one of my grandmother's old recipes, which actually, literally, calls for an ice pick.  Now granted, it turns out you can actually use anything to make the holes in the lemon bread, but I just enjoy the fact that the actual recipe calls for an ice pick.  I will be using the handle of a wooden spoon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second:  While at the grocery store shopping for the ingredients for my lemon bread (they didn't have an ice pick, FYI), I discovered that there was a group of young men wandering around the store barefoot, wearing mesh sleeveless tops.  The first one I saw I just sort of chalked up to crazy South Floridians.  The second one, I just thought "Ew, how unsanitary" and kept going.  But by the third, fourth and fifth?  I was so ready to get out of there.  Now I know it's a grocery store, and most everything is prepackaged, and I know none of these guys are going to be touching food with their feet, but still...Ew.   I had to call my friend A (Angie's sister from over at &lt;a href="http://abookaday09.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Book A Day&lt;/a&gt;), whose parents own a grocery story to check and see if this was a regular occurrence...I left her a voicemail, and will report back on what she has to say later (or perhaps she'll deem this entry worthy of a comment!).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now folks...time to work out before the lemon bread's done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-6550090356186344591?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/6550090356186344591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=6550090356186344591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/6550090356186344591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/6550090356186344591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-two-things.html' title='Okay, two things....'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374052016536619756.post-6912688088403853820</id><published>2009-06-01T07:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:25:10.632-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>What the....</title><content type='html'>Watching the news as I'm getting ready this morning and wondering....how the hell can you loose something the size of an &lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/31040692/"&gt;Airbus A330&lt;/a&gt;?  In this day and age, with the technology we have at our disposal, how do we loose an airplane with 230 people on board?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get that we don't have a lot in the way of radar over vast, empty stretches of the ocean, but still...how is it possible to just loose an airplane?  It boggles the mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say that I hope that they find it, and the passengers intact, but based on everything I'm hearing and reading, that doesn't sound very likely...the friends and relatives of the passengers on that flight must be out of their minds with worry.  I hope they find out what happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374052016536619756-6912688088403853820?l=cw5h2o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/feeds/6912688088403853820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374052016536619756&amp;postID=6912688088403853820' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/6912688088403853820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374052016536619756/posts/default/6912688088403853820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cw5h2o.blogspot.com/2009/06/what.html' title='What the....'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06233373389193062958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCHFnE2E4ZY/Sloe6MvUa3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITf2MXNl88I/S220/6760_1201395644930_1529730376_31102989_7361397_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
