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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-4471367978219818884?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4471367978219818884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=4471367978219818884&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/4471367978219818884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/4471367978219818884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2009/08/bigger-and-better-things.html' title='Bigger and Better Things....'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-6940565265720530959</id><published>2009-08-21T10:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T13:02:03.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If Today Was Your Last Day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'd have to say &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nickelback"&gt;Nickelback&lt;/a&gt; is one of my favorite bands, fast approaching 'Hip' status in my brain. After listening to the lyrics of their most recent radio hit, I'm thinking maybe I should get this cross-stitched...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_HuCX3zhCKU"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If Today Was Your Last Day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My best friend gave me the best advice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He said each day's a gift and not a given right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And try to take the path less traveled by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That first step you take is the longest stride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If today was your last day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And tomorrow was too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could you say goodbye to yesterday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would you live each moment like your last?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leave old pictures in the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Donate every dime you have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If today was your last day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Against the grain should be a way of life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's worth the prize is always worth the fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every second counts 'cause there's no second try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So live like you'll never live it twice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't take the free ride in your own life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If today was your last day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And tomorrow was too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could you say goodbye to yesterday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would you live each moment like your last?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leave old pictures in the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Donate every dime you have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would you call old friends you never see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reminisce old memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would you forgive your enemies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would you find that one you're dreamin' of?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Swear up and down to God above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you finally fall in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If today was your last day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If today was your last day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would you make your mark by mending a broken heart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know it's never too late to shoot for the stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Regardless of who you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So do whatever it takes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause you can't rewind a moment in this life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let nothin' stand in your way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause the hands of time are never on your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If today was your last day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And tomorrow was too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could you say goodbye to yesterday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would you live each moment like your last?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leave old pictures in the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Donate every dime you have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would you call old friends you never see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reminisce old memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would you forgive your enemies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would you find that one you're dreamin' of?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Swear up and down to God above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you finally fall in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If today was your last day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-6940565265720530959?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6940565265720530959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-6961089339996472610</id><published>2009-08-20T07:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T07:38:00.481-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts....by Me on Respectfulness</title><content type='html'>I seem to have a lot of questions this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to be respectful of authority yet irreverent at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;Respectfully irreverent?&lt;br /&gt;Irreverently respectful?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-6961089339996472610?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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title='Wordless Wednesday - Caught RedHanded'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SoxMmP9SGrI/AAAAAAAAAmo/5zOUDjoENo0/s72-c/chippy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-3793309949980855406</id><published>2009-08-19T07:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T08:08:45.239-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Miss Catherine....</title><content type='html'>As a followup to &lt;a href="http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2009/08/thank-you-riley-coco.html"&gt;yesterday's post&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're driving in the car this morning, Paden pffftttting all the way - so I reach over and tickle his collar bone as only a mother can do while saying 'cut it out little monkey'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He squeals and says, 'but Moooommmmm, you should see Letrell - he does it WAY louder'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, and how did Letrell know how to pfffft with his pits?&lt;br /&gt;'I taught him,' he says proudly.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, and did you show all the boys how to do that at dayschool?&lt;br /&gt;MMhhhmmmm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the upside being that at least they don't stink, but I can't help feeling sorry for Miss Catherine having to listen to the musical stylings of 10 elementary boys pffftttting all day long....!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-3793309949980855406?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-2017469337559799832</id><published>2009-08-18T07:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T07:56:29.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Riley &amp; Coco...</title><content type='html'>A quick little note to send 'props' out to Riley and Coco....being influences in the life of my young and impressionable son Paden - teaching him the things that are important in this world to an almost seven year old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes - what every mother longs to hear first thing in the morning.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pfffft......Ppffffft...Pppfffft, pfffft, ppppffftttt!!!!! of body farts under the arms and behind the knees.... "Hey Mom!!!! Is this kewl or what??!!!!".....(what, comes to mind...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music to my ears.....thank you boys....thank you thank you thank you..... LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-2017469337559799832?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2017469337559799832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=2017469337559799832&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/2017469337559799832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/2017469337559799832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2009/08/thank-you-riley-coco.html' title='Thank You Riley &amp; Coco...'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-2021446690035378498</id><published>2009-08-17T07:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T09:41:41.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the Day....</title><content type='html'>On the inside door of the washroom stall where I work is this lovely little sticker that shows you 'How to Wash Your Hands Properly With Soap and Water'.  Big details, step by step...you get the idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my question (based on the sticker)...it says 'wash hands with clean soap'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible for soap to be dirty?  Is it?  Is not soap inherently clean?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-2021446690035378498?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2021446690035378498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=2021446690035378498&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/2021446690035378498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/2021446690035378498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2009/08/question-of-day.html' title='Question of the Day....'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-4890163591334982700</id><published>2009-08-12T12:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T12:14:02.312-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness Is...a fair fight</title><content type='html'>I came across this article on MSN while on my lunch break and thought it was a great article...it helps to have a few tips and tricks when in an argument, because if, like me, you become so emotionally involved that your language skills go straight out the window...well, that and the fact that anyone who knows me knows how competitive I am and I'll take any edge I can get...heh heh...Check out &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/blogs/blogs/happinessproject/default.aspx"&gt;Gretchen Rubin's the Happiness Project &lt;/a&gt;for more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="BlogHeadline" href=""&gt;&lt;em&gt;23 Phrases to Help You Fight Right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posted Wednesday, August 05, 2009 6:24 AM  By &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/blogs/search/searchresults.aspx?u=2244"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gretchen Rubin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every Wednesday is Tip Day.This Wednesday: 23 phrases to help you fight right.&lt;br /&gt;Almost all couples fight; the secret is to fight right. I’ve posted about what &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.happiness-project.com/happiness_project/2007/03/tips_for_phrase.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; during a fight. Here are some phrases that actually help.&lt;br /&gt;I review this list from time to time so that when I’m arguing with my husband, I remember the phrases that help me fight right. Recently, for instance, I was angry at him for showing, I thought, a lack of respect for my priorities. So I waited until a good moment (this itself is tough for me) and said, “I need you to listen. This is important to me.” From his startled expression, he clearly thought I was starting a fight; but by warning him that I needed him to respond carefully, we managed to avoid a fight altogether.&lt;br /&gt;When my husband and I do argue, I find that the single best technique to apply is humor. If one of us can laugh and joke around, the angry mood lifts instantly. But during an argument, my sense of humor is the first thing to go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Failing that strategy, here are 23 phrases that help turn down the heat of anger:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Please try to understand my point of view.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wait, can I take that back?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don’t have to solve this—it helps me just to talk to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is important to me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please listen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I overreacted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see you’re in a tough position.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can see my part in this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hadn’t thought of it that way before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could be wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let’s agree to disagree on that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;This isn’t just your problem; it’s our problem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m feeling unappreciated. [Always, my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.happiness-project.com/happiness_project/2007/05/feeling_unappre.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;craving for gold stars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;We’re getting off the subject.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’ve convinced me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let’s take a break for a few minutes. [If you can remember to do this, it’s extremely effective—especially if you’re having a big fight. After a break, it’s almost impossible to go back to yelling.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please keep talking to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I realize it's not your fault.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;That came out all wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see how I contributed to the problem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are we really fighting about?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;How can I make things better?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I actually get tears in my eyes when I read this list. Such is the uplifting power of fighting right.&lt;br /&gt;Also, to fight right, it’s very important to respond well if your sweetheart makes a repair attempt—the technical term for a gesture of reconciliation and love. Don’t rebuff a repair attempt!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What other strategies or phrases have helped you fight right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* A thoughtful reader sent me the link to an excellent blog &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://greatergood.berkeley.edu/half_full/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Half Full&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, about "the science of raising happy kids."&lt;br /&gt;* If you like the blog, you'll love the book! It's not just a collection of touched-up blog posts, I promise. Pre-order &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.harpercollins.com/book/pre-order.aspx?isbn13=9780061583254"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Happiness Project&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; now!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-4890163591334982700?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4890163591334982700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=4890163591334982700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/4890163591334982700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/4890163591334982700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2009/08/happiness-isa-fair-fight.html' title='Happiness Is...a fair fight'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-6019825714856203335</id><published>2009-08-06T07:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T08:45:23.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Superstition...</title><content type='html'>There's been many a time that I've heard, "Things happen in threes"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Superstition"&gt;superstitious&lt;/a&gt;, say, as a professional athlete (you know, the guys that don't cut their beards or wash the ginch for the whole playoff season....ew!)...but I will say I'm the first to toss the salt over my left shoulder if the shaker topples on the table...heh heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday the thirteenth is an unlucky day &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rabbit's foot brings good luck -------------------&gt;hmm, not so lucky for the rabbit...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An apple a day keeps the doctor away ------------&gt;so say all the apple farmers...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find a four-leaf clover is to find good luck &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you walk under a ladder, you will have bad luck &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a black cat crosses your path you will have bad luck &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To break a mirror will bring you seven years bad luck &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To open an umbrella in the house is to bring bad luck &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find a horseshoe brings good luck &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step on a crack, break your mother's back &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can break a bad luck spell by turning seven times in a clockwise circle &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garlic protects from evil spirits and vampires &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our fate is written in the stars &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of a rainbow is a pot of gold &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes worn inside out will bring good luck &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing your birthstone will bring you good luck &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you blow out all of the candles on your birthday cake with the first breath you will get whatever you wish for &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have a wish come true using a wishbone, two people make a wish, then take hold of each end of the bone and pull it until it separates. The person with the longer end gets his or her wish &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An itchy palm means money will come your way &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beginner will always have good luck: beginner's luck &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cat has nine lives &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating fish makes you smart &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toads cause warts &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cricket in the house brings good luck &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossing your fingers helps to avoid bad luck and helps a wish come true &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is bad luck to sing at the table &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is bad luck to sleep on a table &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After receiving a container of food, the container should never be returned empty &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lock of hair from a baby's first haircut should be kept for good luck &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bird that comes in your window brings bad luck ----&gt; bird hitting the window, bad for bird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To refuse a kiss under mistletoe causes bad luck &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goldfish in the pond bring good luck &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goldfish in the house bring bad luck &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For good luck, wear new clothes on Easter &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An acorn at the window can keep lightning out of the house &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the bottom of your feet itch, you will make a trip ----&gt;that or you forgot to 'off ' your feet and got bit by a mosquito....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a dog howls, death is near ----&gt; it is for the dog if it's howling next to my window, right Dan???...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is bad luck to chase someone with a broom &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sailor wearing an earring cannot drown ----&gt; is that because he's light in the loafers?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find a penny heads up, brings good luck &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cure a sty, rub it with a gold wedding band &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animals can talk at midnight on Christmas Eve &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A drowned woman floats face up, a drowned man floats face down ----&gt;unless the man's a boob apparently...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person cannot drown before going under three times &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To drop a fork means a woman will visit &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To drop a knife means a man will visit &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To drop a spoon means a child will visit &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To drop a dishcloth means bad luck is coming &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you shiver, someone is casting a shadow on your grave &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a happy marriage, the bride must wear: something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding veil protects the bride from the evil eye ----&gt; of the mother-in-law.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washing a car will bring rain &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must get out of bed on the same side you got in on or you will have bad luck &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil spirits cannot harm you when you are standing in a circle &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cat will try to take the breath from a baby &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm hands, cold heart &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold hands, warm heart &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is unlucky to rock an empty rocking chair &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To kill an albatross is to cause bad luck to the ship and all upon it &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing an opal when it is not your birthstone is bad luck &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smell dandelions, wet the bed &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give someone a purse or wallet without money in it will bring that person bad luck &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A forked branch, held with a fork in each hand, will dip and point when it passes over water &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, there you have it, I'm sure you can think of a few more.....Next Friday the 13th is November....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-6019825714856203335?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6019825714856203335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=6019825714856203335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/6019825714856203335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/6019825714856203335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2009/08/silly-superstition.html' title='Silly Superstition...'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-5845364156939388188</id><published>2009-08-05T06:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T08:12:50.602-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wave That Flag...</title><content type='html'>We have a saying in our family, delightfully coined by my precocious nephew, &lt;a href="http://heheelys.blogspot.com/"&gt;HeHeely&lt;/a&gt;, called an &lt;a href="http://earthtodanie.blogspot.com/2008/04/egypt-luxor-ass-flag.html"&gt;'Ass Flag' &lt;/a&gt;moment...ah yes, wave that flag!!!!  I swear, we could have our own little united nations at the front of our house with all our little ass flag moments...right now, to put it in perspective, you know the flag that hangs outside the Irving truck stop on the way to Nova Scotia (um hm, huge - ginormous - way big)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm packing up our stuff after a wonderful 12 day vacation back east with my family... I go into the zippered compartment to grab our passports.... - GASP! no passports!! Where are the passports??!!!! ok, don't panic, I'm sure they're somewhere (well, of course they're somewhere, but definitely NOT where they should have been nor where I expected them to be)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, take a deep breath, I'm sure you put them in a safe place, just take a moment and think...think where you last had them....they should BE in my carryon dammit....argh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, have you seen my passports?  (Ok, THAT in itself is an ass flag moment, I should have just kept my mouth shut because now I can physically see my mother's blood pressure beginning to rise as she slowly slides into a semi-nervous panic attack)...breathe Mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can.not.find.them....snap! (that's not really what I said, but c'mon folks let's try to keep it clean!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I phone Westjet (luv those guys...except when they put you on hold for 10 minutes then inadvertently cut you off...)... now I feel &lt;u&gt;my&lt;/u&gt; pressure on the rise.....big sigh, phone again...at least they don't give the cheezy elevator music, instead it's this guy trying to be funny and sometimes succeeding, but puh-leez I am not in the mood for humor at this particular moment in time....&lt;br /&gt;...no they have not had them turned in, and yes you can fly within the country without a passport...well then, thank goodness I don't need to call my boss and tell her I'm stuck in NB and will have to take the train back to Alberta!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now my mother is laying on the bed (after emptying out the entire contents of three suitcases in an attempt to find my passports, to which I have to RE-pack them again...) trying to slow down her breathing....don't worry mom, you won't be stuck with me for another 12 days...heh heh....like she would mind that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if they were stolen?  How the he// would that happen?? They MUST be somewhere (*insert comment from above*)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not going to worry about it, at least we can get on the plane...but of course, if you know me at all, this little glitch is circling in my mind ALL the way to the airport, AT the airport, ALL the way home (which was a 7 hour flight, on top of the two hours it was delayed)...you get the idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now - keep in mind I've been back home since the 29th...my brain is dizzy from all the circling...&lt;br /&gt;Un-pack, look again, think - empty purse, look again, think....snap!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I cancel my passports?  Geez, not if I can help it....trying to get all that documentation together again plus all the signatures and hoop jumping (not a good hoop jumper..)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and then.....the CALL!!!!...'Excuse me, we have your passports at the EIA'... Glory be!!! (because....seriously, I had picked up the phone and called the passport office just today, then hung the phone up again - I just couldn't bring myself to cancel them)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to patent something akin to those lovely little mitties my auntie use to make me when I was a little girl - you know, the ones with the little strings that go through the arms so you don't lose them???....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-5845364156939388188?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5845364156939388188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=5845364156939388188&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/5845364156939388188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/5845364156939388188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2009/08/wave-that-flag.html' title='Wave That Flag...'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-2438996543641613981</id><published>2009-08-04T12:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T13:06:58.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Observations....by Me on Human Nature</title><content type='html'>This could also be a running post as it never ceases to amaze me how 'seriously dazed' some people can be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm at the &lt;a href="http://www.subway.com/subwayroot/index.aspx"&gt;Subway&lt;/a&gt; grabbing lunch....and let me tell you, this particular location is a well oiled machine. They have 5 people on the counter - one to take the order and grab the bread and meat, two people for condiments, one to wrap and one to check you out (not physically of course, but to take your money and wish you a happy day)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was probably about 10th in line, with no worries as they get you through pretty quick. Of course, as any 'normal' human would do, I was looking at the menu while I was in line so I would know what I wanted when I got to the counter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the guy in front of me however...I kid you not when I say, he gets to the counter, the guy says 'what can I get for you today?', and he actually had the nerve to say, 'um, let me think'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya think??!!! If this guy had two braincells to rub together he'd have been dangerous. I have to say though, the guy on the other side of the counter kinda gave this exasperated laugh and said, 'sure, take your time' - as he's looking around brain boy to the waiting customers patiently standing in line during their lunch time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure which was worse - this guy, or the one last week at the Tim Hortons who couldn't decide whether he wanted a crueller or a double dip.....dip alright....heh heh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-2438996543641613981?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2438996543641613981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=2438996543641613981&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/2438996543641613981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/2438996543641613981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2009/08/deep-observationsby-me-on-human-nature.html' title='Deep Observations....by Me on Human Nature'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-7764497883048594166</id><published>2009-07-31T07:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T14:16:59.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things You Didn't Know...</title><content type='html'>I'm hoping to make this a running post, as there seems to be many more things that I didn't know that I didn't know....heh heh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm driving the jeep, my sister's riding shotgun, the kids are in the back all ipodded up...&lt;br /&gt;I need gas.&lt;br /&gt;Since it's my mom's jeep, I say to my sister, 'look out the window and tell me if the gas cap is on your side'...&lt;br /&gt;She gives me this 'huh' look and says, 'Are you serious?'&lt;br /&gt;I'm, like, 'uh, yeah, I don't know what side the gas tank is on'....&lt;br /&gt;She busts a gut laughing.....&lt;br /&gt;I'm, like, 'what???!!'&lt;br /&gt;She's, like, 'Oh no you just didddn't!!!'&lt;br /&gt;"Didn't WHAT??!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this point, she's laughing so hard she can't answer....I'm thinking it's not that funny, really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, 'look at your gas gauge'... I tell her, 'I did, that's why we're pulling into the gas station, we need gas!' (who's on first.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks at me and through her laughter says, 'how did you figure out where the tank was normally?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which I say, 'Well, I pull the gas cap flipper, which pops the cap, I look out the side windows and that's how I tell which side the tank is on'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - by this time, she's laughing so hard she's crying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once she got her breath back, she says, 'look at your gas gauge, look at the little arrow by the picture of the gas pump....see that??? The arrow points to the side that the gas tank is on...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heavens opened, the angels sang, it was like an epiphany....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Wow!!! That is SO cool....I had no idea!'...to which she bursts out laughing again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me like I had two heads....and of course, once she told JB, well it started all over again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, how many people actually know that???!!! I'd be curious to know....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-7764497883048594166?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7764497883048594166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=7764497883048594166&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/7764497883048594166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/7764497883048594166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-you-didnt-know.html' title='Things You Didn&apos;t Know...'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-646701079957957229</id><published>2009-07-13T23:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T13:05:40.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave a message, I'm on Vacation....July 17-29</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SnMCgeS3y-I/AAAAAAAAAmc/rQzC1Pqo-9U/s1600-h/meezAnimatedBodyshot300x4002.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364634338039679970" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SjfsnRPsvlI/AAAAAAAAAmU/pRH_oXIB4xU/s400/IMG00535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-427934022381486970?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/427934022381486970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=427934022381486970&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/427934022381486970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/427934022381486970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2009/06/wordless-wednesday-how-to-block-shot.html' title='Wordless Wednesday: How to Block a Shot'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SjfsnRPsvlI/AAAAAAAAAmU/pRH_oXIB4xU/s72-c/IMG00535.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-322120987387918634</id><published>2009-06-10T21:27:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:32:18.575-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday - I Tot I Taw A Puttytat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SjB6IE9PGBI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Cr371QOiEIs/s1600-h/DSC03797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345907036876904466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SjB6IE9PGBI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Cr371QOiEIs/s400/DSC03797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;photo by Lisette&lt;/em&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/3157292083374946935-322120987387918634?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/322120987387918634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=322120987387918634&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/322120987387918634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/322120987387918634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2009/06/wordless-wednesday_10.html' title='Wordless Wednesday - I Tot I Taw A Puttytat...'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SjB6IE9PGBI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Cr371QOiEIs/s72-c/DSC03797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-163563370454032493</id><published>2009-06-03T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:00:02.651-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday: How Blue is a Bluebird?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SiYASltBFxI/AAAAAAAAAmE/xztB_II7438/s1600-h/DSC03795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342958327280244498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SiYASltBFxI/AAAAAAAAAmE/xztB_II7438/s400/DSC03795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo by Lisette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-163563370454032493?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/163563370454032493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=163563370454032493&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/163563370454032493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/163563370454032493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2009/06/wordless-wednesday-how-blue-is-bluebird.html' title='Wordless Wednesday: How Blue is a Bluebird?'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SiYASltBFxI/AAAAAAAAAmE/xztB_II7438/s72-c/DSC03795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-7365184596353509019</id><published>2009-06-02T15:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:41:42.994-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of Humpty Dumpty....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SiWbobc8RII/AAAAAAAAAl8/G9R_r4orrC8/s1600-h/Weight-Scales-Body-Fat_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342847651811181698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SiWbobc8RII/AAAAAAAAAl8/G9R_r4orrC8/s400/Weight-Scales-Body-Fat_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We're having a little competition at work...we have about 40 people and the contest for who can lose the most % weight will go from today until the first of September.  I'm hoping to hit at least 10% loss (there's NO way I'm giving you my weight in pounds!!)....lol...it's $20 to register which makes the pot just under $800....I could buy alot of clothes with eight hundred dollars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ought to be interesting....and difficult cause when I get back east, whoa mama, those little red lobsters don't stand a chance....sigh, this is going to be harder than I first thought....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-7365184596353509019?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7365184596353509019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=7365184596353509019&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/7365184596353509019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/7365184596353509019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2009/06/speaking-of-humpty-dumpty.html' title='Speaking of Humpty Dumpty....'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SiWbobc8RII/AAAAAAAAAl8/G9R_r4orrC8/s72-c/Weight-Scales-Body-Fat_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-7170591285612442679</id><published>2009-06-01T20:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:56:01.745-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Pushed Humpty?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SiSUQIyMx2I/AAAAAAAAAl0/_Qn9rjxvrDU/s1600-h/HumptyDumptyWEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342558062925104994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SiSUQIyMx2I/AAAAAAAAAl0/_Qn9rjxvrDU/s400/HumptyDumptyWEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the best things about Paden in grade one is now he reads to me before bed instead of the other way around...I still read to him, but I get such joy out of hearing his little voice and his use of intonation when he reads his stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He brought one home tonite to read to me and I thought it was so clever that I would share it - it's called Who Pushed Humpty? By H.O.O. Dunnit.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who Pushed Humpty? (A nursery rhyme crime)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a rhyme we all recall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that tells of Humpty and his fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the wall he fell headlong-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but how did it happen? What went wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was Humpty pushed? Was it a crime?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll look at the suspects, one at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First the old woman, who lived in a shoe:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;she had lots of children- all hungry, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did she see Humpty, high on the wall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and plan an omelette to feed them all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up the hill went Jill with Jack,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;up to the well at the top of the track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jack fell down and broke his crown-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;did Jill push Jack&lt;em&gt; and&lt;/em&gt; Humpty down?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Duke of York marched all his men&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the top of the hill and down again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what did that army think of most?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was it Humpty, served on toast?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a little girl, who had a curl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;who could be good - or horrid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a bad temper, late one night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;did she push Humpty, out of spite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the dark, Tom Tom ran by,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;with a squealing pig from a farmer's sty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop thief! cried Humpty from the wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be Quiet hissed Tom, or you might fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe, while alone at night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Humpty saw the strangest sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cow was jumping over the moon;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a dish was running away with a spoon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did Humpty laugh and wobble around?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could this be how he fell to the ground?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But someone else we shouldn't neglect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;is little Jack Horner, a prime suspect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After pie - all sugar and spice-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a simple egg might be quite nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And little Bo Peep, when she lost her sheep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;might have grown tired of looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did she see Humpty on the wall-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and begin to think of cooking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The suspects now have all been named.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at them closely. Who's to blame?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'You'll have to guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause we won't tell,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;how it was that Humpty fell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But probably you have a hunch-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and while you're thinking...we'll have lunch!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-7170591285612442679?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7170591285612442679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=7170591285612442679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/7170591285612442679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/7170591285612442679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-pushed-humpty.html' title='Who Pushed Humpty?'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SiSUQIyMx2I/AAAAAAAAAl0/_Qn9rjxvrDU/s72-c/HumptyDumptyWEB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-5776589872381278230</id><published>2009-05-22T08:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T09:10:13.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Does This Make My A@@ Look Fat???.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/Sha_w727RrI/AAAAAAAAAls/LC4s76_Rw_w/s1600-h/penpix_2_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338665255716996786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/Sha_w727RrI/AAAAAAAAAls/LC4s76_Rw_w/s400/penpix_2_logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm sorting through my spring/summer wardrobe, and lo and behold, all (ALL) my lovely summer tunic dresses are too big for me... (YAY on one hand, SH!T on the other), what to do what to do?... Do I want to keep them hanging in my closet on the off chance that I'll binge myself back into them?... hell no!-won't happen...Do I want to give them away? - nice idea, but we're talking about a dozen dresses that I paid quite a bit of money for, which leads me to my second dilemma (YAY on one hand, SH!T on the other), maybe I'll see if I can consign them...but now I have to turn around and invest in new dresses which means more money... hmmm, consignment shop it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-5776589872381278230?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5776589872381278230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=5776589872381278230&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/5776589872381278230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/5776589872381278230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2009/05/does-this-make-my-look-fat.html' title='Does This Make My A@@ Look Fat???.....'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/Sha_w727RrI/AAAAAAAAAls/LC4s76_Rw_w/s72-c/penpix_2_logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-4724744421930996710</id><published>2009-05-21T22:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:46:38.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...Wait!!! I'll Save You!!!.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/ShYtf8wZjFI/AAAAAAAAAlk/hU9iQgMXiTo/s1600-h/wellcare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338504435202624594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/ShYtf8wZjFI/AAAAAAAAAlk/hU9iQgMXiTo/s400/wellcare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to the knowledgeable folks over at &lt;a href="http://www.sja.ca/Alberta/pages/Edmonton.aspx"&gt;St. John's Ambulance&lt;/a&gt;, I have been recertified with First Aid / CPR / AED training level C. If you're not paying attention and slice your thumb on a rotary saw, I can save you AND your thumb...if you're stupid enough to give your infant smarties and they start choking, I can save your baby AND give you a slap upside the head and then treat you for concussion....if you're out skiing and some idiot runs over your leg breaking the tibia, I can splint you AND get you to the hospital with a smile on your face....If you dump scalding oil on your arm, I can run you under cool water (and no mom, no butter on the burn!!!!)...I &lt;u&gt;CAN&lt;/u&gt; save you!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of all the training courses I've been on in the last few years, it's nice to say it's something you know, but I sure hope I never have to use it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, as long as it's not my blood, I'm good to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-4724744421930996710?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4724744421930996710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=4724744421930996710&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/4724744421930996710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/4724744421930996710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2009/05/wait-ill-save-you.html' title='...Wait!!! I&apos;ll Save You!!!.....'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/ShYtf8wZjFI/AAAAAAAAAlk/hU9iQgMXiTo/s72-c/wellcare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-8697446844220557529</id><published>2009-05-20T21:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:17:57.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/ShTHzgP316I/AAAAAAAAAlc/sjuzKEHSrJY/s1600-h/SaveBumperMagnet-Black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338111145984645026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/ShTHzgP316I/AAAAAAAAAlc/sjuzKEHSrJY/s400/SaveBumperMagnet-Black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-8697446844220557529?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8697446844220557529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=8697446844220557529&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/8697446844220557529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/8697446844220557529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2009/05/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/ShTHzgP316I/AAAAAAAAAlc/sjuzKEHSrJY/s72-c/SaveBumperMagnet-Black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-6334719190718170969</id><published>2009-05-20T20:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:11:07.852-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. Pot &amp; Ms. Kettle....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/ShTGJNMtz1I/AAAAAAAAAlU/xuV9H-QVOgc/s1600-h/p%26k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338109319804997458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/ShTGJNMtz1I/AAAAAAAAAlU/xuV9H-QVOgc/s400/p%26k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pot_calling_the_kettle_black"&gt;Mrs. Pot said to Ms. Kettle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've stopped blogging, I'm testing your mettle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, says Ms. Kettle to Mrs. Pot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our blogspots were beginning to rot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Til you reminded me &lt;strong&gt;our&lt;/strong&gt; blogs are in need of revival.....LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-6334719190718170969?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6334719190718170969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=6334719190718170969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/6334719190718170969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/6334719190718170969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2009/05/mrs-pot-ms-kettle.html' title='Mrs. Pot &amp; Ms. Kettle....'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/ShTGJNMtz1I/AAAAAAAAAlU/xuV9H-QVOgc/s72-c/p%26k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-4207427280546203755</id><published>2009-05-08T11:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:06:13.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis May....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRmUMIjvdI/AAAAAAAAAlM/irQS-3Y05jg/s1600-h/n675081243_259423_6293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333500355754048978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRmUMIjvdI/AAAAAAAAAlM/irQS-3Y05jg/s400/n675081243_259423_6293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun was warm but the wind was chill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know how it is with an April day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the sun is out and the wind is still,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're one month on in the middle of May.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if you so much as dare to speak,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A wind comes off a frozen peak,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you're two months back in the middle of March.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Robert Frost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-4207427280546203755?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4207427280546203755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=4207427280546203755&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/4207427280546203755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/4207427280546203755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2009/05/tis-may.html' title='Tis May....'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRmUMIjvdI/AAAAAAAAAlM/irQS-3Y05jg/s72-c/n675081243_259423_6293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-3374202630875820077</id><published>2009-04-10T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T08:00:01.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A lady opened her refrigerator and saw a rabbit sitting on one of the shelves.&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing in there?" She asked.&lt;br /&gt;The rabbit replied: "This is a Westinghouse, isn't it?", To which the lady replied "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;"Well," the rabbit said, "I'm westing." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322751615770578594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/Sd42ZLWkTqI/AAAAAAAAAkk/EQME8xS9sKk/s400/image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-3374202630875820077?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3374202630875820077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=3374202630875820077&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/3374202630875820077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/3374202630875820077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/Sd42ZLWkTqI/AAAAAAAAAkk/EQME8xS9sKk/s72-c/image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-9201869270472082604</id><published>2009-04-09T08:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:44:04.897-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've seen 130 out of 239</title><content type='html'>How many of these movies have you seen?...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc83/earthtodanie/mz_040208_10028418008-141.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SUPPOSEDLY if you've seen over 85 films, you have no life. What does that tell you about me? Like you didn't already know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get a life....that and figure out how to properly format this list....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) Rocky Horror Picture Show(x) Grease(x) Pirates of the Caribbean(x) Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest() Boondock Saints(X) Fight Club(X) Starsky and Hutch() Neverending Story(X) Blazing Saddles() AirplaneTotal: 7(x) The Princess Bride() Anchorman() Napoleon Dynamite(x) Labyrinth() Saw() Saw II() White Noise() White Oleander(X) Anger Management() 50 First Dates(x) The Princess Diaries(X) The Princess Diaries 2: Royal EngagementTotal so far: 12(X) Scream(X) Scream 2(X) Scream 3(X) Scary Movie() Scary Movie 2() Scary Movie 3() Scary Movie 4() I saw one of the Scary Movies, but I don't know which one.(X) American Pie() American Pie 2() American Wedding...this is embarrassing.() American Pie Band CampTotal so far: 17(x) Harry Potter 1(x) Harry Potter 2(x) Harry Potter 3(x) Harry Potter 4() Resident Evil 1() Resident Evil 2(X) The Wedding Singer() Little Black Book() The Village() Lilo &amp;amp; StitchTotal so far: 22(x) Finding Nemo(x) Finding Neverland() Signs(X) The Grinch() Texas Chainsaw Massacre() Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning() White Chicks() Butterfly Effect(x) 13 Going on 30(X) I, Robot(x) RobotsTotal so far: 28(x) Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story() Universal Soldier(X) Lemony Snicket: A Series Of Unfortunate Events() Along Came Polly(x) Deep Impact(x) KingPin(x) Never Been Kissed(x) Meet The Parents(x) Meet the Fockers() Eight Crazy Nights(X) Joe Dirt(X) KING KONG (2005)Total so far: 37(X) A Cinderella Story(x) The Terminal() The Lizzie McGuire Movie() Passport to Paris(x) Dumb &amp;amp; Dumber() Dumber &amp;amp; Dumberer(X) Final Destination(X) Final Destination 2() Final Destination 3(X) Halloween(x) The Ring() The Ring 2() Surviving X-MAS(x) FlubberTotal so far: 44() Harold &amp;amp; Kumar Go To White Castle(X) Practical Magic(X) Chicago() Ghost Ship(X) From Hell(X) Hellboy(X) Secret Window() I Am Sam(x) The Whole Nine Yards() The Whole Ten YardsTotal so far: 51(X) The Day After Tomorrow(x) Child's Play() Seed of Chucky() Bride of Chucky(x) Ten Things I Hate About You(x) Just Married() Gothika(X) Nightmare on Elm Street(X) Sixteen Candles(x) Remember the Titans() Coach Carter() The Grudge() The Grudge 2(x) The Mask() Son Of The MaskTotal so far: 59(x) Bad Boys(X) Bad Boys 2() Joy Ride() Lucky Number Slevin(x) Ocean's Eleven(x) Ocean's Twelve(x) Bourne Identity(x) Bourne Supremacy() Lone Star(x) Bedazzled(x) Predator I() Predator II() The Fog(x) Ice Age(X) Ice Age 2: The Meltdown(X) Curious GeorgeTotal so far: 70(X) Independence Day(X) Cujo() A Bronx Tale() Darkness Falls(X) Christine(x) ET(x) Children of the Corn (Middle school sleepover at my house--on a farm--SCARY)() My Bosses Daughter(x) Maid in Manhattan() War of the Worlds(x) Rush Hour(x) Rush Hour 2Total so far: 78() Best Bet(x) How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days(x) She's All That() Calendar Girls() Sideways(X) Mars Attacks() Event Horizon(x) Ever After(x) Wizard of Oz(X) Forrest Gump() Big Trouble in Little China(X) The Terminator(X) The Terminator 2(x) The Terminator 3Total so far: 87(X) X-Men(X) X-2(X) X-3(x) Spider-Man(x) Spider-Man 2() Sky High() Jeepers Creepers() Jeepers Creepers 2(x) Catch Me If You Can(x) The Little Mermaid(x) Freaky Friday(X) Reign of Fire(x) The Skulls(x) Cruel Intentions() Cruel Intentions 2() The Hot Chick(x) Shrek(x) Shrek 2Total so far: 100() Swimfan(x) Miracle on 34th street() Old School() The Notebook() K-Pax() Krippendorf's Tribe(x) A Walk to Remember() Ice Castles() Boogeyman() The 40-year-old VirginTotal so far: 102(X) Lord of the Rings Fellowship of the Ring(x) Lord of the Rings The Two Towers(x) Lord of the Rings Return Of the King(x) Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark(x) Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom(x) Indiana Jones and the Last CrusadeTotal so far: 108() Baseketball() Hostel() Waiting for Guffman() House of 1000 Corpses() Devils Rejects(x) Elf(X) Highlander() Mothman Prophecies() American History X() ThreeTotal so far: 110() The Jacket() Kung Fu Hustle() Shaolin Soccer() Night Watch(x) Monsters Inc.(x) Titanic(x) Monty Python and the Holy Grail() Shaun Of the Dead() WillardTotal so far: 113() High Tension() Club Dread(x) Hulk() Dawn Of the Dead(x) Hook(x) Chronicles Of Narnia: The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe() 28 days later() Orgazmo() Phantasm() WaterworldTotal so far: 117(X) Kill Bill vol 1() Kill Bill vol 2() Mortal Kombat(x) Wolf Creek() Kingdom of Heaven() The Hills Have Eyes() I Spit on Your Grave aka the Day of the Woman() The Last House on the Left() Re-Animator() Army of DarknessTotal so far: 119(x) Star Wars Ep. I The Phantom Menace(x) Star Wars Ep. II Attack of the Clones(x) Star Wars Ep. III Revenge of the Sith(x) Star Wars Ep. IV A New Hope(x) Star Wars Ep. V The Empire Strikes Back(x) Star Wars Ep. VI Return of the Jedi() Ewoks Caravan Of Courage() Ewoks The Battle For EndorTotal so far: 125(X) The Matrix(x) The Matrix Reloaded(x) The Matrix Revolutions() Animatrix()Evil Dead() Evil Dead 2() Team America: World Police() Red Dragon(X) Silence of the Lambs(x)Hannibal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand total 130.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-9201869270472082604?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/9201869270472082604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=9201869270472082604&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/9201869270472082604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/9201869270472082604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-seen-130-out-of-239.html' title='I&apos;ve seen 130 out of 239'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-1191318566385946440</id><published>2009-04-07T08:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:47:08.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>It sounds odd to have a first day of school in the month of April, but Paden had a great day.  As usual, being the sometimes neurotic mother that I am, I thought maybe I should take him myself instead of letting the dayschool do it, but I thought the more normal it appeared the less a deal would be made of it.  Paden's little buddies Seth and Letrell watched out for him and made sure he knew where he was to put his shoes and little things like that...they were the three muskateers - so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing yesterday morning, Paden comes into the bedroom and says, "mom, I need cologne"...this would have been a cereal milk up the nose moment had I been in the kitchen...lucky for me I was running a bit slow yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;"Really??? Why would you need cologne bud?"&lt;br /&gt;Insert lame eye roll in here - "Mom, i'm really busy during the day, and I sweat all over" he says motioning all over his body with his hands like he had the heebie jeebies...it was all I could do to keep a straight face - to him this is very big boy stuff... " oh, and deodorant too" (which comes out sounding like dee-oh-doh-ahnt)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as it's a few years til he asks for the keys to the truck...yeah I know, that will come quickly enough...leave me to my illusions for a few years, huh??!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-1191318566385946440?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1191318566385946440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=1191318566385946440&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/1191318566385946440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/1191318566385946440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-8887179617287926852</id><published>2009-03-26T13:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T11:05:35.127-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Word for the Month....'Change'</title><content type='html'>Let's see....in the last month what has changed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed my job&lt;br /&gt;Changed my house for an apartment&lt;br /&gt;Changed my city&lt;br /&gt;Changed my vehicle (which is only temporary until the crunch from getting tboned by an @$$hole is fixed)&lt;br /&gt;Changed my mode of transportation to work (I'm now an 'lrt'er)&lt;br /&gt;Changed the batteries in my remote&lt;br /&gt;Changed the garbage&lt;br /&gt;Changed my outlook on things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew....busy month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and changed my blog to a more cheery color...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-8887179617287926852?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8887179617287926852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=8887179617287926852&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/8887179617287926852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/8887179617287926852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/word-for-monthchange.html' title='The Word for the Month....&apos;Change&apos;'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-9080790767480595080</id><published>2009-02-26T09:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:42:31.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huurrrrrry!!!!! Huuuurrrrrrry Haaaaaaaaarddddd.....</title><content type='html'>LMAO!!!&lt;br /&gt;'no, never...no....offf.....way offf.....ok, yeah...yeah yeah.....hurrrrrryryyyyy!!!!!!!! hhhurrrrryyyy harrrrrdddd!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez!!!! Make up your mind already!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that excitement that is the &lt;a href="http://www.seasonofchampions.ca/2009brier/"&gt;Brier&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My folks are coming out to Calgary from the Maritimes for the event. Can't wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more Canadian than going to the "&lt;a href="http://www.seasonofchampions.ca/2009brier/draws_entertainmentSchedule.asp"&gt;Patch&lt;/a&gt;" to see the Stampeders....hilarious! If I'm not mistaken, I think that was the very first concert I ever went to...my dad took me...the music was great, but I couldn't understand why half way through I got the munchies!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-9080790767480595080?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/9080790767480595080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=9080790767480595080&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/9080790767480595080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/9080790767480595080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/huurrrrrry-huuuurrrrrrry.html' title='Huurrrrrry!!!!! Huuuurrrrrrry Haaaaaaaaarddddd.....'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-8729780515138662126</id><published>2009-02-23T09:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T09:53:18.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Handicapped by Bad Manners</title><content type='html'>Before I get in to this blahg, let me first just say that I have (normally) an infinite amount of patience with most things.  That, of course, is my disclaimer because while I maintained my patience and gave this individual one of my most best 'f*@&amp;amp; you' smiles, I was, in my mind, cartooning like bugs bunny throttling daffy duck....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm arrived at my son's school to pick him up and am a few minutes early.  I park my vehicle and proceed to peruse through my email, play a little breakbreaker - you know, something to while away the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly there is a tap on my passenger side window.  I look up, smile, unroll the window and say hello to the unkempt older woman to was standing by my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Can you move you car? You're in my spot in front of my house... (now, while you're reading that, do so in a snarky whiny manner..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOoooo, no hello, no good afternoon, no nothing....yikes, what has this ladies' knickers in a twist!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh!  I'm sorry (big smile), I didn't realize this was reserved parking.&lt;br /&gt;Her: It's not, but you're in front of my house and I'm handicapped.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, I don't have a problem moving my car, but I didn't realize it belonged to you as from what I can tell, this is a public street.&lt;br /&gt;Her:   Well!  That's why I have the sticker in my car. &lt;br /&gt;Me:  I'm sorry, but I have no idea what you do or don't have in your car.&lt;br /&gt;Her:  I was only gone for five minutes....&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yep, that's about right as I only arrived about 4 minutes ago.  I've already told you I'd move my car.....&lt;br /&gt;Her: I need that spot cause I'm handicapped you know!...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes (another really big smile) you've already mentioned that.  May I suggest that you request the City put a handicapped sign out the front of your house here, so that the average school mom who is coming to pick up their child, does not inadvertently park in 'your' spot???...&lt;br /&gt;You have a nice day now! (ala scarlett o'hara)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is the part that chaps my @$$....as I'm pulling out to give the wench 'the' coveted parking spot, I noticed she was parked only two cars behind me!!!! two!!!! hell, she had to walk to me and back, like it was any further....OY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-8729780515138662126?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8729780515138662126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=8729780515138662126&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/8729780515138662126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/8729780515138662126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/handicapped-by-bad-manners.html' title='Handicapped by Bad Manners'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-2330407132123367001</id><published>2009-02-04T08:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T08:42:07.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's "!T"!!!</title><content type='html'>My six year old precocious one brings home spelling lists on a weekly basis.&lt;br /&gt;We've had word groups that end in 'um', 'ar', 'am' - that kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;He's gotten into the habit of 'adding' extra words to increase his marks, like last week he got 16/9 because he added 7 extra words in the word group...competitive? wherever would he have gotten that from?&lt;br /&gt;So last week was the 'it' group (you can probably guess where this is going...)&lt;br /&gt;'So how was your test, bud?'&lt;br /&gt;'Good! I got extra bonus points!'&lt;br /&gt;'That's excellent!', says I.&lt;br /&gt;'Yeah, and XXXXX (his buddy in class) got extra points too, but he also lost points for inappropriate words...', he says cheerfully...&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, as my mind wanders, I ask myself, do I want to know?....probably not, but Paden is chomping at the bit..&lt;br /&gt;'The teacher says that sh!t and tw!t are words but didn't get counted because they're inappropriate....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggled to keep a straight face and failed miserably.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-2330407132123367001?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2330407132123367001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=2330407132123367001&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/2330407132123367001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/2330407132123367001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/thats-t.html' title='That&apos;s &quot;!T&quot;!!!'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-5795669021617641436</id><published>2008-12-31T08:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T08:14:10.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Oughta Be In Pictures....</title><content type='html'>An interesting thing happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;The company I work for signed a deal with a movie company to use some of our space for one of the sets for a movie to be made by a well known company..(I'll give you a hint...it's a small world after all....).... tee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the next few weeks we'll be having the 'creative' crowd on site, which as a Facility Manager, oughta be interesting - to say the least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...hmmmm, I wonder if they need any extras!!!!....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-5795669021617641436?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5795669021617641436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=5795669021617641436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/5795669021617641436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/5795669021617641436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-oughta-be-in-pictures.html' title='You Oughta Be In Pictures....'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-3222307481750529874</id><published>2008-12-24T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:30:59.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless Us Everyone...</title><content type='html'>I have to say that I went to one of the nicest Christmas masses I had been to in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;I consider myself more spiritual than religious, but I believe that it's important for my son to have religion until that time where he is old enough to decide for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, we attended the children's mass at All Saints in the early evening on Christmas Eve along with my husband's parents.  Coming from a french catholic background, it was very different than attending midnight mass, but it was so lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I have to say there was alot of singing...which I particularily liked since it was more modern than normal, many Christmas carols (of a more holier nature) were sung - What Child is This being one of my favorites.  The minister (reverend, priest...) had all the children come up to the front of the church after the gospel.  He had decorated the Christmas tree earlier in the day and atop the tree was a sad looking little bow.  He had a bag in his hand as he sat down on the riser to chat with the children and asked them some of the things they had on their trees at home.  Many answered lights, candy canes (which was Paden's personal favorite), balls, santas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked them for help because he had a few things in the bag that he thought would be better at the top of the tree rather than the sad little bow and implored the children to help decide what would be best...he proceeded to pull the first item out of the bag - a cross country ski boot, which garnered much laughter from the tots.  The minister rationalized that the ski boot was  a winter item, snow, snow boot (you get the idea)...I think he had a sentimental attachment to it, but since the children wanted to see what else was in the bag, the next item pulled was an empty pepsi bottle - to which he confessed that he had no idea why he thought that might be a good idea for the top of the tree - recycling and being a good person I think was his rationale...&lt;br /&gt;Next item up was a tape dispenser to which the children thought was quite funny - the explanation was that it was tape, and God tapes ourselves to him...LOL, much laughter and groaning ensued...but wait!!! there was one item left, he said, as he pulled out a lovely little angel from the bag....ahhhhhh said the children, that's more like it!!!  The minister put it out to a vote, with the ski boot coming in a close second to the angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More singing, shaking of hands, communion and blessings followed.  On my way out I informed the minister that I thought his sermon was brilliant and that I secretly had been pulling for the ski boot to win...to which he chuckled and agreed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-3222307481750529874?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3222307481750529874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=3222307481750529874&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/3222307481750529874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/3222307481750529874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/12/god-bless-us-everyone.html' title='God Bless Us Everyone...'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-4569632824663692674</id><published>2008-12-21T20:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:42:30.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need a Bigger Fridge....</title><content type='html'>Sigh....there's just not enough room in my fridge, on my fridge...take your pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Christmas season and entertaining, you need to have a Masters degree in interior organizing - which I do not!  It irks me that my crisper won't hold the peppers, onions AND celery...hmm, where to stick the celery? (well, I can't think of a few places, but none that I can mention without getting into trouble!!) One can't put vegetables with fruits, it's unheard of...&lt;br /&gt;cheeses with the meats?  Yeah, that'll work...egg nog, cream, milk, sour cream...yikes!!! eggs, bacon, chocolate...can't not have room for the chocolate - c'mon ladies, let's get our priorities here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the OUTSIDE of the fridge...I think, based on the 'stuff' I have magneted (is that a word??) to the fridge, I would most likely need one the size of the full length of one wall...&lt;br /&gt;Concert Tickets&lt;br /&gt;Cut out snowflakes&lt;br /&gt;Magnet alphabet (two types)&lt;br /&gt;Photo frames&lt;br /&gt;Paden's last spelling test (100% + 5 extra points for coming up with other words in the same word group)...big keener beener...&lt;br /&gt;OOOoo, and my personal favorite, my fridge magnet with my cleaning services phone number!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd be a superstar and get one of those fancy calendars that organize you six ways from Sunday, and magnets itself to your fridge...hmmm, where the h-e-double hockey sticks am I going to find room for that???!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on your fridge??? (insert the william wallace accent here....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-4569632824663692674?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4569632824663692674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=4569632824663692674&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/4569632824663692674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/4569632824663692674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-need-bigger-fridge.html' title='I Need a Bigger Fridge....'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-8218411691512264282</id><published>2008-12-18T09:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:11:19.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Funny....</title><content type='html'>I'll be the first to admit - I suck at telling jokes, majorly....&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember them, and when I do, I usually screw up the punchline...&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that my son is not saddled with this affliction.&lt;br /&gt;He's in the middle of getting his jammies on and out of the blue, hollers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Mom!! What do you call a girl reindeer with three legs?"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....wait for it.......&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"Ilene"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then proceeds to giggle and tell me why it's so funny...&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-8218411691512264282?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8218411691512264282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=8218411691512264282&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/8218411691512264282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/8218411691512264282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-funny.html' title='Christmas Funny....'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-5586740673570619695</id><published>2008-12-16T08:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T08:57:28.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day, Is in our grasp, So long as we, Have hands to clasp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; This may sound a little lame, but I can now get into the holiday spirit now that I've watched 'How the Grinch Stole Christmas'....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280416630803182546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SUfO8ukWs9I/AAAAAAAAAis/XhGQ0sJlpSg/s400/grinch.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How the Grinch Stole Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Dr. Seuss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Who Down in Whoville Liked Christmas a lot... But the Grinch,Who lived just north of Whoville, Did NOT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Grinch hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season! Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It could be his head wasn't screwed on just right. It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight. But I think that the most likely reason of all, May have been that his heart was two sizes too small. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever the reason, His heart or his shoes, He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the Whos, Staring down from his cave with a sour, Grinchy frown, At the warm lighted windows below in their town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For he knew every Who down in Whoville beneath, Was busy now, hanging a mistletoe wreath. "And they're hanging their stockings!" he snarled with a sneer, "Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!" Then he growled, with his Grinch fingers nervously drumming, "I MUST find some way to stop Christmas from coming!" For Tomorrow, he knew, all the Who girls and boys, Would wake bright and early. They'd rush for their toys! And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the Noise! Noise! Noise! Noise! That's one thing he hated! The NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! Then the Whos, young and old, would sit down to a feast. And they'd feast! And they'd feast! And they'd FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! They would feast on Who-pudding, and rare Who-roast beast. Which was something the Grinch couldn't stand in the least! And THEN They'd do something He liked least of all! Every Who down in Whoville, the tall and the small, Would stand close together, with Christmas bells ringing. They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the Whos would start singing! They'd sing! And they'd sing! And they'd SING! SING! SING! SING! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the more the Grinch thought of this Who ChristmasSing, The more the Grinch thought, "I must stop this whole thing!" "Why, for fifty-three years I've put up with it now!" "I MUST stop this Christmas from coming! But HOW?" Then he got an idea! An awful idea! THE GRINCH GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I know just what to do!" The Grinch laughed in his throat. And he made a quick Santy Claus hat and a coat. And he chuckled, and clucked, "What a great Grinchy trick!" "With this coat and this hat, I look just like Saint Nick!" "All I need is a reindeer..." The Grinch looked around. But, since reindeer are scarce, there was none to be found. Did that stop the old Grinch? No! The Grinch simply said, "If I can't find a reindeer, I'll make one instead!" So he called his dog, Max. Then he took some red thread, And he tied a big horn on the top of his head. THEN He loaded some bags And some old empty sacks, On a ramshackle sleigh And he hitched up old Max. Then the Grinch said, "Giddap!" And the sleigh started down, Toward the homes where the Whos Lay asnooze in their town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All their windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the air. All the Whos were all dreaming sweet dreams without care. When he came to the first little house on the square. "This is stop number one," the old Grinchy Claus hissed, And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist. Then he slid down the chimney. A rather tight pinch. But, if Santa could do it, then so could the Grinch. He got stuck only once, for a moment or two. Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue. Where the little Who stockings all hung in a row. "These stockings," he grinned, "are the first things to go!" Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant, Around the whole room, and he took every present! Pop guns! And bicycles! Roller skates! Drums! Checkerboards! Tricycles! Popcorn! And plums! And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Grinch, very nimbly, Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney! Then he slunk to the icebox. He took the Whos' feast! He took the Who-pudding! He took the roast beast! He cleaned out that icebox as quick as a flash. Why, that Grinch even took their last can of Who-hash! Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee. "And NOW!" grinned the Grinch, "I will stuff up the tree!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the Grinch grabbed the tree, and he started to shove, When he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove. He turned around fast, and he saw a small Who! Little Cindy-Lou Who, who was not more than two. The Grinch had been caught by this tiny Who daughter, Who'd got out of bed for a cup of cold water. She stared at the Grinch and said, "Santy Claus, why,” "Why are you taking our Christmas tree? WHY?" But, you know, that old Grinch was so smart and so slick, He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick! "Why, my sweet little tot," the fake Santy Claus lied, "There's a light on this tree that won't light on one side." "So I'm taking it home to my workshop, my dear." "I'll fix it up there. Then I'll bring it back here." And his fib fooled the child. Then he patted her head, And he got her a drink and he sent her to bed. And when CindyLou Who went to bed with her cup, HE went to the chimney and stuffed the tree up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then the last thing he took Was the log for their fire! Then he went up the chimney, himself, the old liar. On their walls he left nothing but hooks and some wire. And the one speck of food That he left in the house, Was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse. Then He did the same thing To the other Whos' houses Leaving crumbs Much too small For the other Whos' mouses! It was quarter past dawn... All the Whos, still a-bed, All the Whos, still asnooze When he packed up his sled, Packed it up with their presents! The ribbons! The wrappings! The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings! Three thousand feet up! Up the side of Mt. Crumpit, He rode with his load to the tiptop to dump it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"PoohPooh to the Whos!" he was grinchishly humming. "They're finding out now that no Christmas is coming!" "They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do!" "Their mouths will hang open a minute or two, Then the Whos down in Whoville will all cry BooHoo!" "That's a noise," grinned the Grinch, "That I simply MUST hear!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So he paused. And the Grinch put his hand to his ear. And he did hear a sound rising over the snow. It started in low. Then it started to grow. But the sound wasn't sad! Why, this sound sounded merry! It couldn't be so! But it WAS merry! VERY! He stared down at Whoville! The Grinch popped his eyes! Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking surprise! Every Who down in Whoville, the tall and the small, Was singing! Without any presents at all! He HADN'T stopped Christmas from coming! IT CAME! Somehow or other, it came just the same! And the Grinch, with his grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow, Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?" "It came with out ribbons! It came without tags!" "It came without packages, boxes or bags!" And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before! "Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store." "Maybe Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!" And what happened then? Well...in Whoville they say, That the Grinch's small heart Grew three sizes that day! And the minute his heart didn't feel quite so tight, He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light, And he brought back the toys! And the food for the feast! And he, HE HIMSELF! The Grinch carved the roast beast!&lt;br /&gt;Welcome Christmas Dr. Seuss and Albert Hague&lt;br /&gt;Fah who foraze! Dah who doraze! Welcome Christmas, come this way! Fah who foraze! Dah who doraze! Welcome Christmas, Christmas Day!&lt;br /&gt;Welcome, welcome! Fah who rahmus! Welcome, welcome! Dah who dahmus Christmas Day, Is in our grasp, So long as we, Have hands to clasp!&lt;br /&gt;Fah who foraze! Dah who doraze! Welcome Christmas! Bring your cheer. Fah who foraze! Dah who doraze! Welcome all who's, Far and near&lt;br /&gt;Fah who foraze! Dah who doraze! Welcome, Christmas! Fah who rahmus! Welcome, Christmas! Dah who dahmus Christmas Day, Will always be Just as long, As we have we Welcome all who's, Far and near. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-5586740673570619695?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5586740673570619695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=5586740673570619695&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/5586740673570619695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/5586740673570619695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-day-is-in-our-grasp-so-long.html' title='Christmas Day, Is in our grasp, So long as we, Have hands to clasp!'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SUfO8ukWs9I/AAAAAAAAAis/XhGQ0sJlpSg/s72-c/grinch.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-7070450807642993819</id><published>2008-12-11T08:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:52:55.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Layers of Me - Layer 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc83/earthtodanie/mz_040208_10028418008-120.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A meme to peel away the layers of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Your most overused internet acronym on AIM: probably LOL or :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Your first waking thoughts: Geez!!! It's morning already???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Your best physical feature: I don't like questions like this..it makes you really have to look in the mirror.... my eyes? my a$$?? (HA! Take THAT JLo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Your most missed memory: If it's missed, wouldn't it be forgotten??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-7070450807642993819?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7070450807642993819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=7070450807642993819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/7070450807642993819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/7070450807642993819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/12/9-layers-of-me-layer-3.html' title='9 Layers of Me - Layer 3'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-7410686964103387272</id><published>2008-12-02T13:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:20:09.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amen for Email....</title><content type='html'>Good morning to all my email friends. Love this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where or where would we be without our weird sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               I just want to thank all of you for your educational e-mails over the past year.   I am totally screwed up now and have little chance of recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I no longer open a public bathroom door without using a paper towel or have them put lemon slices in my ice water without worrying about the bacteria on the lemon peel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't use the remote in a hotel room because I don't know what the last person was doing while flipping through the adult movie channels.                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sit down on the hotel bedspread because I can only imagine what has happened on it since it was last washed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have trouble shaking hands with someone who has been driving because the number one pastime while driving alone is picking ones nose (although cell phone usage may be taking the number one spot).           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating a little snack sends me on a guilt trip because I can only imagine how many gallons of trans fats I have consumed over the years.                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can't touch any woman's purse for fear she has placed it on the floor of a public bathroom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST SEND MY SPECIAL THANKS to whoever sent me the one about poop in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet sponge with every envelope that needs sealing.                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;ALSO, now I have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl ( Penny Brown ) who is about to die in the hospital for the 1,387,258th time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Bill Gates/Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me, and St. Theresa's Novena has granted my every wish.                                                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers.                                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS TO YOU I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward an e-mail to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE OF YOUR CONCERN, I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I no longer can buy gasoline without taking someone along to watch the car so a serial killer won't crawl in my back seat when I'm pumping gas.                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer drink Pepsi or Dr. Pepper since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put 'Under God' on their cans.                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer use Saran Wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer.                                                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THANKS FOR LETTING ME KNOW I can't boil a cup of water in the microwave anymore because it will blow up in my face... disfiguring me for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me. I no longer receive packages from UPS or Fed Ex since they are actually Al Qaeda in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer shop at Target since they are French and don't support our American troops or the Salvation Army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a  number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica , Uganda , Singapore , and Uzbekistan .                                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now have their recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS TO YOU I can't use anyone's toilet but mine because a big brown African spider is lurking under the seat to cause me instant death when it bites my butt.                                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THANKS TO YOUR GREAT ADVICE I can't ever pick up $5.00 dropped in the parking lot because it probably was placed there by a sex molester waiting underneath my car to grab my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer drive my car because I can't buy gas from certain gas companies!                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do any gardening because I'm afraid I'll get bitten by the brown recluse and my hand will fall off.                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 p.m. tomorrow afternoon and the fleas from 12 camels will infest your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump.  I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor's ex-mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's beautician . . .                                                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way.....    A German scientist from Argentina , after a lengthy study, has discovered that people with insufficient brain activity read their e-mail with their hand on the mouse.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother taking it off now, it's too late.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-7410686964103387272?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7410686964103387272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=7410686964103387272&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/7410686964103387272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/7410686964103387272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/12/amen-for-email.html' title='Amen for Email....'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-4152455481557462884</id><published>2008-12-01T18:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:20:00.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paden Update</title><content type='html'>I think in the next few days, my son is going to be practically toothless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's lost his bottom middle teeth, and the top two are wigglin...he'll be singing 'all i want for Christmas is my two front teeffff!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was excited when the tooth fairy gave him $20 for the first tooth, but felt like he got gypped on only getting $5 for the second, and most likely all subsequent teeth!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was saying last week how I was special, and how dad is special and that he's special...'i'm so special, i'm the specialist!' yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a funny guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's growing pretty fast...all I see is legs these days. He's only a foot shorter than the nanna, which will no doubt surprise the heck out of her when she comes to visit in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been informed that he wants to play hockey next year on a team. That should be interesting with our logistics the way they are, but if there's a way to make it work we will. I secretly hope he decides he'd rather play indoor soccer, but I won't hold my breath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the lights on the tree last nite, to the tune of 'jingle bells, batman smells'...he giggled through the entire song, cheeky monkey - but I can tell he's getting excited about Christmas...this morning he says, 'Mom, I wish Christmas was tomorrow!!!' Sigh, well buddy, you'll just have to wait and be tortured through all the bad Christmas music like the rest of us!!! heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll decorate the tree and the rest of the house throughout the week and bit by bit with new crafts and &lt;a href="http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2007/12/gold-frankincense-myrrh.html"&gt;old ones from last year &lt;/a&gt;that I can't wait to put out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make our Christmas traditions up as we go, and having a pile of fun while we do it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-4152455481557462884?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4152455481557462884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=4152455481557462884&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/4152455481557462884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/4152455481557462884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/12/paden-update.html' title='Paden Update'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-4434666862780136231</id><published>2008-12-01T13:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:54:30.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Layers of Me - Layer 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc83/earthtodanie/mz_040208_10028418008-120.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A meme to peel away the layers of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Your heritage: I'm third generation Greek on my father's side. My maternal ancestors were from France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- The shoes you wore today: Brown dress shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Your weakness: buttered popcorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Your fears: Dying before my son is a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Your perfect pizza: all pizza is perfect...but probably pepperoni mushroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Goal you'd like to achieve: to be independently wealthy?  hmmm, the difference between goals and dreams....LOL....finish my designation in the next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-4434666862780136231?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4434666862780136231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=4434666862780136231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/4434666862780136231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/4434666862780136231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/12/9-layers-of-me-layer-2.html' title='9 Layers of Me - Layer 2'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-1715029481497516223</id><published>2008-11-27T08:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T08:47:54.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There Oughta Be A Law....</title><content type='html'>Bear with me - I'm venting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the holiday season...really and truly...I just don't think it should start until December 1.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas decorations were being nudged in with the Halloween costumes, I mean really, c'mon...&lt;br /&gt;This week, Christmas music on the radio...seriously!  I love Bing, don't diss the Bingster, but please, I don't want to hear ' Mellikalikimucka' until December~!  That and Elvis singing Blue Christmas, and Johnny Mathis, and Little Eva...yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me a Scrooge, but one month of Christmas is about all I can take.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-1715029481497516223?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1715029481497516223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=1715029481497516223&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/1715029481497516223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/1715029481497516223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/11/there-oughta-be-law.html' title='There Oughta Be A Law....'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-4800358092789084547</id><published>2008-11-26T07:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:59:58.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Layers of Me - Layer 1</title><content type='html'>I'll play along with &lt;a href="http://earthtodanie.blogspot.com/2008/11/9-layers-of-me-layer-1.html"&gt;Danie&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A meme to peel away the layers of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Name: Lisette, Lise to my family&lt;br /&gt;-- Birth date: November 16&lt;br /&gt;-- Birthplace: Canada&lt;br /&gt;-- Current Location: Canada&lt;br /&gt;-- Eye Color: Green&lt;br /&gt;-- Hair Color: Pick a day, pick a color, currently dark brown&lt;br /&gt;-- Height: 5'-7"&lt;br /&gt;-- Righty or Lefty: Lefty (cause only lefthanded people are in their right brain)&lt;br /&gt;-- Zodiac Sign: Scorpio through and through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-4800358092789084547?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4800358092789084547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=4800358092789084547&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/4800358092789084547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/4800358092789084547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/11/9-layers-of-me-layer-1.html' title='9 Layers of Me - Layer 1'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-545251986204412928</id><published>2008-11-11T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T11:00:00.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Flander's Fields</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SRj62tzgMfI/AAAAAAAAAh8/8aGQWoa3d20/s1600-h/dad008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267235582125289970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SRj62tzgMfI/AAAAAAAAAh8/8aGQWoa3d20/s400/dad008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In Flanders fields the poppies blow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Between the crosses, row on row, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That mark our place; and in the sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The larks, still bravely singing, fly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Scarce heard amid the guns below. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We are the Dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Short days ago &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Loved and were loved, and now we lie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In Flanders fields. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Take up our quarrel with the foe: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To you from failing hands we throw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The torch; be yours to hold it high. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If ye break faith with us who die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We shall not sleep, though poppies grow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In Flanders fields.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;John McCrae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lest we forget.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Grandfather will never forget, and neither will anyone in our family forget the sacrifices made by men and women such as my grandfather.  We are truly blessed that he was able to return home when so many did not.  As a mother, my heart goes out to the women at that time who were left behind waiting for news of loved ones; fathers, brothers, husbands and sons - and for those mothers who with pride and heavy hearts stand at the cenitaphs in the hope that their loved ones did not die in vain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-545251986204412928?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/545251986204412928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=545251986204412928&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/545251986204412928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/545251986204412928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-flanders-fields.html' title='In Flander&apos;s Fields'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SRj62tzgMfI/AAAAAAAAAh8/8aGQWoa3d20/s72-c/dad008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-6287687592449557117</id><published>2008-11-10T14:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T14:21:08.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeee-pyyyyy</title><content type='html'>I'm finishing up my bowl of cereal when I hear, 'you're getting sleeeepyyyy, verrry sleeepppyyy....'&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I think to myself - what is going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come around the corner to Paden holding a pen light, swinging it back in forth in front of our cat Comet... 'whatcha doin bud?' I ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm trying to hippnatize the cat!' like I should have know better than to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing was that Comet was being totally indulgent with him, as the pen swung, so did the cat's head... back and forth back and forth....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes, now I'm the one getting sleeee-ppppy..... LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-6287687592449557117?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6287687592449557117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=6287687592449557117&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/6287687592449557117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/6287687592449557117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/11/sleeee-pyyyyy.html' title='Sleeee-pyyyyy'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-4179297493323757938</id><published>2008-11-01T18:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T18:18:58.444-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You My Conscience?</title><content type='html'>Mark told me the funniest thing today...&lt;br /&gt;This week, while I was in a store getting somethingorother, Mark and Paden were sitting in the truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paden turns to Mark and asks him, 'Are you my conscience?'&lt;br /&gt;Mark, not quite knowing what to say, says 'No, but that's an interesting question...why do you ask?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which Paden replies,'Well, I was about to do something the other day, and all of a sudden in my head I heard you and Mom say "Don't even think about it!" so I didn't do it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.  That's your conscience alright~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-4179297493323757938?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4179297493323757938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=4179297493323757938&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/4179297493323757938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/4179297493323757938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/11/are-you-my-conscience.html' title='Are You My Conscience?'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-2391492934937111637</id><published>2008-10-26T15:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:30:32.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Call Me Lawrence....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SQTfgw0NfrI/AAAAAAAAAhM/c2qe1frQkwI/s1600-h/DSC03543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261576018628279986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SQTfgw0NfrI/AAAAAAAAAhM/c2qe1frQkwI/s400/DSC03543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just call me Lawrence - Lawrence Elk....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, I'm a real hit with the ladies....they can't resist all this studly elkiness...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey Lawrence!!!....nice rack!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261576300668631202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SQTfxLf3uKI/AAAAAAAAAhU/GDbNZz0Gg0c/s400/DSC03546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute Giselk...realllll cute......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261577312257125490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SQTgsD9XLHI/AAAAAAAAAhc/sGYIEql-UQc/s400/DSC03538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-2391492934937111637?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2391492934937111637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=2391492934937111637&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/2391492934937111637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/2391492934937111637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-call-me-lawrence.html' title='Just Call Me Lawrence....'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SQTfgw0NfrI/AAAAAAAAAhM/c2qe1frQkwI/s72-c/DSC03543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-4380684774339431801</id><published>2008-10-25T15:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:33:26.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Studies in Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SQTiCIDk4JI/AAAAAAAAAhk/7taCYLwAFoA/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261578790825681042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SQTiCIDk4JI/AAAAAAAAAhk/7taCYLwAFoA/s400/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always seem to come away from the cottage with alot of pictures that I like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-4380684774339431801?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4380684774339431801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=4380684774339431801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/4380684774339431801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/4380684774339431801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/10/studies-in-green.html' title='Studies in Green'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SQTiCIDk4JI/AAAAAAAAAhk/7taCYLwAFoA/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-1678175789223903797</id><published>2008-10-24T15:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:44:33.528-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Howlin at the Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SQTiweewKvI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Yv_tLFlD-1U/s1600-h/DSC03515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261579587119229682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SQTiweewKvI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Yv_tLFlD-1U/s400/DSC03515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took this picture at about 5 o'clock in the morning while at the cottage the Thanksgiving weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very quiet....quiet and very cold out on the balcony~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261580211486403666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SQTjU0bfLFI/AAAAAAAAAh0/F_r02NfRZ-Y/s400/DSC03552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;..and this one was taken a day later as we were driving back to Calgary through the Icefield's Parkway at about 9 in the evening. The moon had just come up over the mountains and it was so bright I had to put down my visor to block the glare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great to be away from the City for being able to see the moon and the stars so clearly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-1678175789223903797?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1678175789223903797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=1678175789223903797&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/1678175789223903797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Camel....by Paden</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3aa6b62351e55e95" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3aa6b62351e55e95%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330064164%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29785BD3EAA3C01B6E274650CFE593D571C2825A.581EFBDA5298A45EBECFBD5395F248418A911C01%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3aa6b62351e55e95%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dh97rRxTVU3WDPj0iGHwcHjQ6LR4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh the fun you can have at the cottage....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-7467775083739973506?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3aa6b62351e55e95&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7467775083739973506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=7467775083739973506&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/7467775083739973506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/7467775083739973506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-to-chew-like-camelby-paden.html' title='How to Chew Like a Camel....by Paden'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-2483931823773941223</id><published>2008-09-30T19:05:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:07:59.235-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dino-mite Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253496462449841026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SOgrMskYE4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/vE9acUOx0XA/s400/IMGP0935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a pretty interesting weekend - saurusly speaking....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The company I work for had their Family Day at the &lt;a href="http://www.seevirtual360.com/themes/2/theme02.aspx?listingID=8716"&gt;Royal Tyrrell Museum &lt;/a&gt;in Drumheller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I highly recommend it to anyone - it's a fabulously fascinating place and has something for everyone of every age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived, received our badges for entry and went to see a short movie on the curators and staff of the museum, all of whom are world reknown in their chosen field - paleontology, orinthology, archeology...and all the other applicable 'ologies' ... my apologies.... *LOL*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253497354577555266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SOgsAoAMr0I/AAAAAAAAAXo/bfgJIUskHeE/s400/IMGP0933.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We took part in a few of the sessions offered by the ATCO Learning Centre at the Museum:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we got to be detectives in the &lt;a href="http://www.tyrrellmuseum.com/programs/index2.php?kids=10"&gt;'Secrets of the Lost Valley'&lt;/a&gt;, where we got to be dino CSIs trying to figure out where previous archeological digs were... there were boxes of rocks/fossils/shells that gave us clues as to where the previous digs had been - Way cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253498583454085826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SOgtIJ7McsI/AAAAAAAAAX4/T426V9kPxMo/s400/IMGP0991.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We also got to make a &lt;a href="http://www.tyrrellmuseum.com/programs/index2.php?kids=7"&gt;plaster cast &lt;/a&gt;of an actual dinosaur fossil. The educator was very patient with all the kids (it was a large class), they got to touch real fossils of hadrasaurs, trillobites, a t-rex arm and 'coprolite'... I find it quite interesting that there's not much difference between '&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coprolite"&gt;copro&lt;/a&gt;' and 'corpro'... heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253498988840471602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SOgtfwG1zDI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Ap48KO0xvHo/s400/IMGP1006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; You could definitely make a day of it - they also had outdoor excavations and fossil hunting in the &lt;a href="http://www.canadianbadlands.com/NaturalHistory.cfm"&gt;'badlands'&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great day and both the boys fell asleep on the drive back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait to go back again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253500131766256946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SOguiR1lRTI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Q7GlNfMCzmA/s400/IMGP0976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you get when you cross a dinosaur with a pig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Jurrasic Pork! * ba dahn dahn*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-2483931823773941223?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2483931823773941223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=2483931823773941223&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/2483931823773941223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/2483931823773941223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/09/dino-mite-saturday.html' title='Dino-mite Saturday'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SOgrMskYE4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/vE9acUOx0XA/s72-c/IMGP0935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-4576392637078037770</id><published>2008-09-11T20:42:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:59:32.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Lips &amp; Toothfairies</title><content type='html'>First I really must apologize for not keeping up with my 'blahg' of late - I had forgotten how long it had been since my last post...my excuse is that I've been pretty busy between work, studying for my &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Facility_management"&gt;FMA&lt;/a&gt;, my family, and trying to get the most out of what little good weather we had of summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September's been a pretty 'big' month for Paden. Starting grade one! My little bear has no more 'cub' in him...wwwwaaaaaaaahhh...all of his pants were up around his ankles...wwwaaaahhhhh....he went from a size 13 toddler to a size 2 youth in shoes....wwwaaaahhh...and he has 3 (count'em) 3!!!! wiggly teeth.....*insert blubbering here*&lt;br /&gt;He's reading at a level I don't think I hit til at least grade three(no 'see dick run' in this curriculum), he's reading like a little sponge - cereal boxes, tv commercials, road signs, juice boxes... the other day he comes up to me and says 'Mom, what's fat lips?'...huh? ' see right here on the bottle of gatorade...fat lips!!' He showed me the bottle. (we've taken to reading the labels on a lot of items since my husband needs to watch his sugars)...I started to laugh - not fat lips buddy, &lt;u&gt;fats/lipides&lt;/u&gt;.... hahahahaha....crack me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his wiggly teeth going into hyperdrive, he wanted to know how much he would be getting from the toothfairy for giving up the first one to go (you think that's bad, you should see him play monopoly...wipe me clean out the little bugger!) So we went and found out all about the &lt;a href="http://www.toothfairyland.com/"&gt;toothfairy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did alot of his fall clothing shopping at LandsEnd...thanks Alissa for the tip, it was hassle free.&lt;br /&gt;Paden was a 'bit' upset because some of the sizes were 'toddler', 'little boys' and boys... 'I'm NOT a little boy Mom'.....*sigh*...I know buddy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-4576392637078037770?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4576392637078037770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=4576392637078037770&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/4576392637078037770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/4576392637078037770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/09/fat-lips-toothfairies.html' title='Fat Lips &amp; Toothfairies'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-6870824390295879796</id><published>2008-08-14T22:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:33:58.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovin' the Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.ca/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.ca&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.ca%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Flisette.webster%2Falbumid%2F5234593102803629761%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My in-laws have a great cottage at a lake up past Prince George, BC.&lt;br /&gt;It's a lovely little spot, and we always have such a great time there.&lt;br /&gt;We toodled up there for the August Long Weekend (yes, I know, I'm behind in my blogs) through the Park, fabulous drive at this time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;Paden helped direct the chopping of the wood. This time he got to help build the floating dock for the boat (very big boy stuff). It was also very nice to laze back and listen to the loons, roast marshmallows, go on a nature hike (in which many a miniature strawberry lost their lives), and just kick back in front of the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already looking forward to our next visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-6870824390295879796?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6870824390295879796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=6870824390295879796&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/6870824390295879796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/6870824390295879796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/08/lovin-lake.html' title='Lovin&apos; the Lake'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-8175027383231767088</id><published>2008-07-20T21:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:34:16.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Muir Woods</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SJpsrernfTI/AAAAAAAAAW8/a4KSezdhRCo/s1600-h/IMGP0790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231613411370433842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SJpsrernfTI/AAAAAAAAAW8/a4KSezdhRCo/s400/IMGP0790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK that I shall never see&lt;br /&gt;A poem lovely as a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tree whose hungry mouth is prest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tree that looks at God all day,&lt;br /&gt;And lifts her leafy arms to pray;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tree that may in summer wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="7"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A nest of robins in her hair;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon whose bosom snow has lain;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="9"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who intimately lives with rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poems are made by fools like me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="11"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But only God can make a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;...Joyce Kilmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.ca/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.ca&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.ca%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Flisette.webster%2Falbumid%2F5231609402175738577%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite sure why, but I seem to have this affinity for trees. I was very happy we had the opportunity to travel up the coast past Sausalito to Muir Woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.visitmuirwoods.com/forest.htm"&gt;Muir Woods&lt;/a&gt; is a magical place - despite all the noisy people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It amazed me how enclosed the feeling was, how majestic the trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was a very good day indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-8175027383231767088?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8175027383231767088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=8175027383231767088&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/8175027383231767088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/8175027383231767088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/07/muir-woods.html' title='Muir Woods'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SJpsrernfTI/AAAAAAAAAW8/a4KSezdhRCo/s72-c/IMGP0790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-9117772881675595175</id><published>2008-07-19T20:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:00:00.731-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Gate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SJplBpP6bpI/AAAAAAAAAWs/_BIHYrL_ras/s1600-h/IMGP0756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231604996071124626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SJplBpP6bpI/AAAAAAAAAWs/_BIHYrL_ras/s400/IMGP0756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not quite sure why they called it the 'Golden Gate'...I guess it sounded better than 'Terracotta'....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-9117772881675595175?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/9117772881675595175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=9117772881675595175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/9117772881675595175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/9117772881675595175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/07/golden-gate.html' title='Golden Gate?'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SJplBpP6bpI/AAAAAAAAAWs/_BIHYrL_ras/s72-c/IMGP0756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-8792234157665902992</id><published>2008-07-18T20:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T20:56:00.705-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Between The Rock and a Hard Case</title><content type='html'>...so says Sean Connery in the motion picture movie &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0117500/"&gt;'The Rock' &lt;/a&gt;(which, by the way, is a fun movie to watch - you've still got it Sean!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the kitchy tourist thing and took the ferry over to &lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/alcatraz/"&gt;Alcatraz&lt;/a&gt;. Leave it to the Americans to turn something dark and sinister into a tourist attraction...that being said, of course, I purchased many an 'appropo' Alcatraz tin cup for myself and my coworkers (nothing like 'stickin' it to the Man'!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcatraz is an incredible place. The audio tour was fantastic, and I highly recommend this tour - especially for any parents trying to scare a little straight into their kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.ca/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.ca&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.ca%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Flisette.webster%2Falbumid%2F5231596987418996129%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-8792234157665902992?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8792234157665902992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=8792234157665902992&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/8792234157665902992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/8792234157665902992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/07/between-rock-and-hard-case.html' title='Between The Rock and a Hard Case'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-4824767752504890101</id><published>2008-07-17T20:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T21:12:37.318-06:00</updated><title type='text'>United We Fly....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.ca/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.ca&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.ca%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Flisette.webster%2Falbumid%2F5226038512303052241%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday saw us heading out to San Fransisco with Danie and Connor for a few glorious days in 'Caleefornnniya'. Wow, could I live there. Seriously. I would happily live out my days in Santa Cruz feeding the seagulls and listening to the sealions happily bark their way under the pier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize how much I was missing the ocean (any ocean) living in Alberta. I mean, sure, I will readily admit how spoiled I am getting to see the glorious Rockies every day, but boy it did my soul something to see the ocean and step into it (no matter how damn cold it was)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grabbed a car and toodled down highway one down the coast and our first stop was Pacifica...a lovely little seaside town with quaint houses along the slopes, beautiful tanned surfers (right Danie??) milling about under the outdoor shower spigots...my my, yes it certainly did the heart good!!! heehee, I digress....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after dipping out toes, we continued along down the coast past artichoke fields as far as the eye can see until we came upon Santa Cruz. *Insert big sigh here* I instantly fell in love with a gorgeous white hip roofed house along the shore road. Just down from there was the Pier, where the boys found their own little treasure by way of geocache (Paden is SO hooked, it's funny and fun all at the same time). We grabbed the prescribed salt air, salted fries and watched the salty dogs and seagulls. I just loved looking out over the water at all the boats, and licking my lips and tasting the salt air on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were treated to a rogue sea lion who happily looked up to watch us watching him, then he moved off to grab a snack of his own, no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across from the pier was a carnival, and I'd bet dollars to doughnuts that it's the same carnival that is in the opening shot of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0093437/"&gt;'The Lost Boys'&lt;/a&gt;. With the wind blowing, you could occasionally pick up the sound of laughter and people squealing with delight on the rollercoaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We strolled for a bit, then headed further down the coast to Monterey.  Great shops, food (highly recommend &lt;a href="http://www.fishhopper.com/aboutus.htm"&gt;The Fish Hopper&lt;/a&gt;) and geocaching.  By the time we started heading back, it was after nine o'clock which didn't get us back to San Fran til almost midnight....but what a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-4824767752504890101?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4824767752504890101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=4824767752504890101&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/4824767752504890101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/4824767752504890101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/07/united-we-fly.html' title='United We Fly....'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-855741905913135661</id><published>2008-07-16T20:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T20:12:08.772-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day of Rest</title><content type='html'>It may be that Sunday is a day of rest for most people, but we've been so busy visiting and toodling and doing stuff that we didn't quite get to rest til the Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were going to load up the trailer and head out to the icefields, but we were all pretty knackered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was a very lazy jammy day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just what the doctor ordered - well, that and a good Nora Roberts novel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-855741905913135661?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/855741905913135661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=855741905913135661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/855741905913135661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/855741905913135661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-of-rest.html' title='A Day of Rest'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-9031064702887118468</id><published>2008-07-15T19:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T20:07:07.565-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We LOVE you James!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ah, Sweet Baby James - &lt;a href="http://www.jamestaylor.com/"&gt;James Taylor&lt;/a&gt;....Lordy, Lordy that man surely does have the most amazing voice.  He is (of course in my unsolicited opinion) one of a small handfull of artists that can take you right back to a moment with his music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mexico&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Baby James&lt;br /&gt;Shower the People&lt;br /&gt;Your Smiling Face&lt;br /&gt;How Sweet it is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes yes....how sweet to sit and listen to him sing and play and entertain and charm the crowd at the Saddledome on Sunday July 13th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a treat, a pleasure, and an honor to 'feel the love' of this special person.  What a great concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy that I was able to score tickets for Danie and I to go.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to his cover album...he sure does a mean Wilson Pickett!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-9031064702887118468?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/9031064702887118468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=9031064702887118468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/9031064702887118468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/9031064702887118468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-love-you-james.html' title='We LOVE you James!!!!'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-5930906354362619409</id><published>2008-07-14T15:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T15:41:25.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WE LOVE YOU JOHNNY!!!!</title><content type='html'>...Now say that while you're hands are way out in front of you like you're at a rock concert making the 'love you' sign and that's what I would have looked like Thursday nite at the Stampede Grand Stand Show.&lt;br /&gt;*Insert bust a gut laugh in here*&lt;br /&gt;It was a really full day - there was ALOT going on and only one day to see it, and &lt;a href="http://earthtodanie.blogspot.com/2008/07/can-i-get-yeehaw.html"&gt;see it we did&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had a ton o' fun, despite the cold (and it WAS cold, even for Calgarian standards).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight for me, besides the bull riding, steer wrastlin' (oh Sean Mulligan you hunk you), and barrel racing - was Johnny Bagpipes....WE LOVE YOU JOHNNY!!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is hilarious and if you ever get the chance to go see him, you will come out with your face and guts sore from laughing so hard!  He was going on about how he wanted to be a rock star but the men in his family have always been pipers, and he was sad to say that there are no such things as Johnny groupies....well we fixed that~!!!  WE LOVE YOU JOHNNY!!!! We had the people in the stands around us in stitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't get home til very late and we needed a Tim's hot chocolate to warm us all up, but it was a great day at the greatest outdoor show on earth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-5930906354362619409?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5930906354362619409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=5930906354362619409&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/5930906354362619409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/5930906354362619409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-love-you-johnny.html' title='WE LOVE YOU JOHNNY!!!!'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-3252051718919664093</id><published>2008-07-10T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T11:03:37.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Get a Yahooooooo!!!!</title><content type='html'>My sister Danie and her son Connor arrived on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;It's always great to have family come visit.&lt;br /&gt;Their flight was on time and when they came through the international gate, there was a country band playing 'rawhide'....get em up get em out round em up ...yeehaw rrrrraaaaaaaaawwwhiiiiiide!!!!....then Connor got lassoed by one of the cowgirls...the look on his face was priceless!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paden was pretty excited to see his cousin...they hadn't seen each other in person in over 2 years...wow how time flies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-3252051718919664093?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3252051718919664093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=3252051718919664093&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/3252051718919664093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/3252051718919664093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/07/can-i-get-yahooooooo.html' title='Can I Get a Yahooooooo!!!!'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-4552587974461765420</id><published>2008-06-23T20:49:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:04:56.197-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Things in Life Are Free!!!!</title><content type='html'>You all know the saying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well - actually there's two of them:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing comes for free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best things in life are free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I prefer to live by the latter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were recommended this 'totally sweet' camping spot this past weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cost of campground - free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The View??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Priceless!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215276139137804418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SGBiBE7hKII/AAAAAAAAAWQ/MFf7mf4IuGM/s400/Paden%27s+Year+End065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;It took a bit to get there, through some pretty rough gravel roads...actually, it's an old washed out logging road, but it's well worth the trip!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the boys got the campfire going, marshmallows were in order.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First rate restaurant be damned! My little bear sure knows how to cook 'em up just the way I like 'em :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215276980138728402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SGBiyB5w29I/AAAAAAAAAWY/aK0x6xhZlI8/s400/Paden%27s+Year+End063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Class hotel??? Bah! Getting to go to sleep to the sounds of the birds (and to be honest, some tunage from the camp a couple hundred yards over) and waking up to the sound of a shower sprinkling on the roof....ahhhhhhh, yup, I could easily leave the City behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215278058200792146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SGBjwx_yfFI/AAAAAAAAAWg/c7WRcZHt8Cw/s400/Paden%27s+Year+End064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-4552587974461765420?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4552587974461765420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=4552587974461765420&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/4552587974461765420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/4552587974461765420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/06/best-things-in-life-are-free.html' title='The Best Things in Life Are Free!!!!'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SGBiBE7hKII/AAAAAAAAAWQ/MFf7mf4IuGM/s72-c/Paden%27s+Year+End065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-7897910910552723233</id><published>2008-06-22T20:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:05:13.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Soccer Season Bites the Dust...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SGBetlbRV0I/AAAAAAAAAV4/L6rEVp9uwJ0/s1600-h/Paden"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215272505728653122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SGBetlbRV0I/AAAAAAAAAV4/L6rEVp9uwJ0/s400/Paden%27s+Year+End002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow, time sure flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past Saturday, Paden had his final soccer game of the season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next year he'll play twice a week instead of every Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215273046263260770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SGBfNDEw5mI/AAAAAAAAAWA/uMTmAAt0A6s/s400/Paden%27s+Year+End006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had alot of fun this year, and really upped his skill set...he's already talking about playing next year. I think instead of hockey this winter, we may try to find an indoor soccer house for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215273444518817826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SGBfkOsScCI/AAAAAAAAAWI/4qbwZ6FOBSU/s400/Paden%27s+Year+End012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He sure likes his shiny new soccer medal~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now he's getting into swimming at the pool everyday with his dayschool - he's going to grow gills any day now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-7897910910552723233?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7897910910552723233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=7897910910552723233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/7897910910552723233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/7897910910552723233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-soccer-season-bites-dust.html' title='Another Soccer Season Bites the Dust...'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SGBetlbRV0I/AAAAAAAAAV4/L6rEVp9uwJ0/s72-c/Paden%27s+Year+End002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-5413605998551188896</id><published>2008-06-11T09:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:15:17.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Baby...Wanna Hook Up?</title><content type='html'>So I'm dropping Paden off to his dayschool this morning, and we decided to treat the ladies to a hotcakes &amp;amp; sausage breakfast. Big hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're sitting there eating breakfast and one of the little grade two girls asks Paden if he brought his '&lt;a href="http://www.nintendo.com/ds"&gt;DS&lt;/a&gt;' today.&lt;br /&gt;'Yup', says Paden.&lt;br /&gt;'Wanna hook up?' the little girl asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, 'Pardon???'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm hooking up with Aiden this morning, but maybe later', says Paden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna take a 'geek' class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-5413605998551188896?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5413605998551188896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=5413605998551188896&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/5413605998551188896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/5413605998551188896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey-babywanna-hook-up.html' title='Hey Baby...Wanna Hook Up?'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-8856221500325195056</id><published>2008-06-02T16:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:56:06.892-06:00</updated><title type='text'>..As an Addendum</title><content type='html'>...to my earlier post;  &lt;a href="http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/06/can-i-get-do-over.html"&gt;'Can I Get a Do Over'?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the furnace guy didn't have his regular truck, so he had to wait for a specialized part in order to do the furnace cleaning, which lasted 2 1/2 hours instead of 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i get back to work to 'it's too hot' only to have someone tell me not 15 minutes later that 'it's too cold'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the girls in the adjacent work department were looking pretty weepy. I gave one of them a hug only to find out that one of the girl's husbands lost a battle with cancer.  Funeral arrangements are being made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having been through many passings myself, my heart goes out to this woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would gladly give my 'do over' to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People drive like they're driving in snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home and having a glass of wine, a good soak in the tub and a bit of a boo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-8856221500325195056?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8856221500325195056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=8856221500325195056&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/8856221500325195056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/8856221500325195056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/06/as-addendum.html' title='..As an Addendum'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-8799803330691437532</id><published>2008-06-02T10:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:23:06.574-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Get a 'Do Over'?</title><content type='html'>No, I'm not talking ab0ut my exam...I think, actually, that my exam went quite well - well, either really well or really poorly...you can never tell with multiple choice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm talking about my Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Hit the snooze one too many times.&lt;br /&gt;Paden, my divo son, decided on changing his mind as many times as he changed his clothes.&lt;br /&gt;I get to work, and the contractor work that should have been done, did not get done.&lt;br /&gt;Computers weren't set back up.&lt;br /&gt;Power was out to my Sales group.&lt;br /&gt;I get a call from the furnace cleaners telling me they're at my house.&lt;br /&gt;'What do you mean? You're not supposed to be there until tomorrow'...&lt;br /&gt;Leave work to rush home to let the furnace guy in.&lt;br /&gt;Just about lose the cat since the hose is keeping the door open.&lt;br /&gt;Hell!  And I'm only at 10 am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a long day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-8799803330691437532?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8799803330691437532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=8799803330691437532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/8799803330691437532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/8799803330691437532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/06/can-i-get-do-over.html' title='Can I Get a &apos;Do Over&apos;?'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-8403759543903580916</id><published>2008-05-28T15:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T15:43:33.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in Translation</title><content type='html'>*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do not like phones.  If it was my druthers, I wouldn't have a phone/cell phone.  Sad thing, alot of my job deals with phones - either talking on it, dishing out of phones, setting up of phone contracts, answering questions about our phones....you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the type of person that would rather have a little 'face time',rather than try to explain or have something explained to me, over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point:  I had to call this one particular service twice today to obtain clarification on something, and twice I linked in to an operator that was very hard to understand (how's that for politically correctedness???).  And while I can appreciate the effort made on the part of the customer service agent, it irks me to no end when I cannot comprehend what it is that they are trying to tell me - usually by this time I'm confused enough and the last thing I need is to being saying 'excuse me?' 'Excuse me?' 'I'm sorry, I'm having a hard time to hear you properly'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh.  No.  It's not my ears...my native tongue is english - unfortunately when it comes to operated assisted services, these days - their native tongue is, well - native.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-8403759543903580916?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8403759543903580916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=8403759543903580916&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/8403759543903580916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/8403759543903580916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/05/lost-in-translation.html' title='Lost in Translation'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-832280444709726377</id><published>2008-05-23T08:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T08:44:30.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Observations....by Me on Newness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How long does something stay ‘new’??&lt;br /&gt;New and Improved!&lt;br /&gt;Newer and Longer Lasting Flavor!!&lt;br /&gt;New Hairstyle&lt;br /&gt;New Car&lt;br /&gt;New Restaurant….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been listening to this ‘NEW’ radio station for about, oh, two months now.  Don’t get me wrong, I love the station!  But when does it stop becoming ‘new’ and just – well, become?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, c’mon, this post will only be ‘new’ until I post the next one!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-832280444709726377?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/832280444709726377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=832280444709726377&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/832280444709726377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/832280444709726377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/05/deep-observationsby-me-on-newness.html' title='Deep Observations....by Me on Newness'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-6973787277438326805</id><published>2008-05-21T14:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T14:20:02.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Mouths of Babes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So we’re sitting on the couch watching the nomination race between Clinton and Obama.  We have the station tuned to CNN (the cat is going wacko for the little light that scrolls through the CNN logo at the bottom left of the tele – what can I say???  Cheap entertainment!)&lt;br /&gt;The show has Anderson Cooper talking with all these political pundits – is the race over for Hilary? Does Obama have what it takes??? Talk about flogging a dead horse already!!!  I don’t know how Americans can stay SO involved in politics for that long in one stretch…but I digress….&lt;br /&gt;So we’re watching Anderson – he’s lookin’ smart, he’s lookin’ good, he’s asking the tough questions when out of the blue, my five year old son asks,&lt;br /&gt;“Mom – is this a game show?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I answer that with a straight face???&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know how close you are buddy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-6973787277438326805?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6973787277438326805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=6973787277438326805&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/6973787277438326805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/6973787277438326805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/05/out-of-mouths-of-babes.html' title='Out of the Mouths of Babes...'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-7160602948691784536</id><published>2008-05-19T18:43:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T19:19:59.885-06:00</updated><title type='text'>May Long...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SDIg7ThbO-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/VuZ7_X7VqlA/s1600-h/IMGP0382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202256722791185378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SDIg7ThbO-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/VuZ7_X7VqlA/s400/IMGP0382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AH - the May Long Weekend...it's never quite 'long' enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weekend flew by - we putted around, I had a massage at &lt;a href="http://www.edgessalonandspa.com/"&gt;my favorite spa &lt;/a&gt;(thanks Krystal, I needed that after my last exam!), did the obligitory visit to Canadian Tire and picked up some patio chairs, we saw 'Prince Caspian' (pretty good movie), we attempted to get through the boxes in the garage...on the upside, we made it through 6...not bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, after picking up Paden, we took the long way home through &lt;a href="http://www.sundrechamber.com/"&gt;Sundre&lt;/a&gt;, stopped for a bucket of balls at a driving range, and booked our spot at Tall Timber for some camping in June.  Later that evening we met up with my brother-in-law and his family and friends (they were camping in Cochrane), by the time we made it home it was quite late!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday, we had a bitof a lazy morning, topped up the fridge and pantry, then toodled off to the mountains....(along with thousands of other people who had the same idea!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to say, I think this is the best part about living in Calgary, being so close to the mountains. A quick 45 minute drive and you're there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SDIkODhbPDI/AAAAAAAAAVw/fcUBgk9djP4/s1600-h/IMGP0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202260343448615986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SDIkODhbPDI/AAAAAAAAAVw/fcUBgk9djP4/s400/IMGP0402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The weather was great! We packed a picnic lunch and headed out to &lt;a href="http://www.braggcreek.ca/kananaskis/elbowfalls.htm"&gt;Elbow Falls&lt;/a&gt;. Just in the Kananaskis Country, they have picnic sites with fire pits all along the river....definitely a popular spot as you can see by all the people in the picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SDIh4ThbPBI/AAAAAAAAAVg/WVqXs1bOv0A/s1600-h/IMGP0389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202257770763205650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SDIh4ThbPBI/AAAAAAAAAVg/WVqXs1bOv0A/s400/IMGP0389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After that we drove to my favorite place on the planet - &lt;a href="http://www.trailpeak.com/index.jsp?cat=sea&amp;amp;con=trail&amp;amp;val=2525"&gt;Forget-Me-Not Pond&lt;/a&gt;. It's so beautiful there, the water is a gorgeous emerald green and most times it's quite quiet. I was surprised to see that there was still ice on the pond. It was a lovely warm day as you can see by Paden in his shorts and tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SDIhMzhbO_I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/s5Lcu2mZuNc/s1600-h/IMGP0396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202257023438896114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SDIhMzhbO_I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/s5Lcu2mZuNc/s400/IMGP0396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys spent the majority of the time by the river seeing who could make the biggest splash!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SDIhhjhbPAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jGvTC3jC8s8/s1600-h/IMGP0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202257379921181698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SDIhhjhbPAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jGvTC3jC8s8/s400/IMGP0401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The local wildlife was out and about this afternoon, and seemed more than accomodating to pose for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SDIimjhbPCI/AAAAAAAAAVo/lo7kk3c4OT8/s1600-h/IMGP0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202258565332155426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SDIimjhbPCI/AAAAAAAAAVo/lo7kk3c4OT8/s400/IMGP0417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon went by too quickly, finishing off at home with a barbeque and a book read to me by Paden. *Sigh* I wish every weekend was a long one!  Looking back through what I just blahged, we got quite a bit in!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-7160602948691784536?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7160602948691784536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=7160602948691784536&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/7160602948691784536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/7160602948691784536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-long.html' title='May Long...'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SDIg7ThbO-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/VuZ7_X7VqlA/s72-c/IMGP0382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-1706407038604170549</id><published>2008-05-15T14:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T14:19:39.129-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Ancient Times When Men Were Men And......</title><content type='html'>Paden brought home a lovely brochure from his kindergarten class all about the birds that lived in our area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were house sparrows, blue jays, magpies, chickadees, partridges, nuthatches and merlins.  We had seen all the birds at one point and Paden was quite excited to go back and let his teacher know that he was able to check off all the examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get on to the topic of the &lt;a href="http://www.centralpets.com/animals/birds/raptors/rpt2945.html"&gt;merlin&lt;/a&gt;.  Mark says to him, ‘Isn't that a cool name for a bird?  Do you know that the most powerful magician was named Merlin?’…The eyes go wide…’Cool’, he says.&lt;br /&gt;‘Did you know he lived during the time of King Arthur?’…You could see the wheels are turning in the brain – he says, ‘Oh!! I know!!! I know King Arthur!!!  He was in Shrek!!!!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*insert hand slap to the forehead here*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-1706407038604170549?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1706407038604170549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=1706407038604170549&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/1706407038604170549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/1706407038604170549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-3845750465688295629</id><published>2008-04-30T10:32:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T06:47:54.471-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SAS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;SAS stands for 'Super Awesome Shots'...my son Paden's soccer team this year. Leave it to them to pick something way out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer had been canceled last week on account of too much snow (ugh) - so we were happy to get out and see some of his buddies from last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SB3sDxIg2bI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Pd6MNxXYolU/s1600-h/IMGP0367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196569094528227762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SB3sDxIg2bI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Pd6MNxXYolU/s400/IMGP0367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Paden and his buddy Graham - 'We've got serious wheels, Mom!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we decided (well mostly I decided) to walk from our house to the soccer pitches since we had plenty of time...it is, of course, much quicker to drive, but I'm trying to get more physical activity into my daily routine. The perk of walking is that we walk RIGHT BY the 7-11, and what's better to cool your thirst than a big ole slurpy!!! (which I did not have I might mention!) I settled for a green tea gingerale, which was really delish. Paden bartered for the Gatorade cause 'I need lots of energy to play Mom!' (blue tongue and all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SB3ruRIg2aI/AAAAAAAAAUg/VYSZPhOocfs/s1600-h/IMGP0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196568725161040290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SB3ruRIg2aI/AAAAAAAAAUg/VYSZPhOocfs/s400/IMGP0340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Coach Steve was happy to see Paden. Kudos to Coach Steve on all the respect he gets from the kids. They practiced for a half an hour and then it was 'Game On!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to see how Paden had improved (and had grown) over the past year with his soccer skills. 'I got wheels, huh Mom??!!' You sure do buddy! (It's all about the 'wheels').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SB3vWBIg2cI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Gs3Dc0Abq80/s1600-h/IMGP0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196572706595723714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SB3vWBIg2cI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Gs3Dc0Abq80/s400/IMGP0364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, wheels - and snacks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SB3vxhIg2dI/AAAAAAAAAU4/x7sae_uh2nc/s1600-h/IMGP0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196573179042126290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SB3vxhIg2dI/AAAAAAAAAU4/x7sae_uh2nc/s400/IMGP0347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By Paden's account we won the game 5-1. AND - he got his first goal of the season. It was a bit of a walk home, but I don't think he let up smiling the whole way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SB3xghIg2eI/AAAAAAAAAVA/wni-Ll0PvMA/s1600-h/IMGP0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196575086007605730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SB3xghIg2eI/AAAAAAAAAVA/wni-Ll0PvMA/s400/IMGP0356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went to wake him up this morning, I don't think he moved the whole night!!! Nothing like a good match of soccer to sleep soundly... I just wish I had his energy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-3845750465688295629?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3845750465688295629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=3845750465688295629&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/3845750465688295629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/3845750465688295629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/04/sas.html' title='SAS!!!'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SB3sDxIg2bI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Pd6MNxXYolU/s72-c/IMGP0367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-8235897429326692422</id><published>2008-04-15T07:59:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T08:14:43.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern Day Abbott &amp; Costello</title><content type='html'>I love Abbott &amp;amp; Costello. Their 'Who's on First?' routine is, in my opinion, one of the most clever skits ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sShMA85pv8M&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks to Swancourt for the great clip&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband sent the 'modern day version' to me this morning, and it reminded me how little 'true' comedy there is out there anymore - what Abbott &amp;amp; Costello did is a lost art. I'm not sure who came up with this particular written version, but thank you for giving me a chuckle this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what would most likely transpire should Costello ever had decided to buy a computer (if they had been around way back when....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABBOTT: Super Duper computer store. Can I help you? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;COSTELLO: Thanks. I'm setting up an office in my den and I'm thinking about buying a computer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABBOTT: Mac?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;COSTELLO: No, the name's Lou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABBOTT: Your computer? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;COSTELLO: I don't own a computer. I want to buy one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABBOTT: Mac?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;COSTELLO: I told you, my name's Lou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABBOTT: What about Windows?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;COSTELLO: Why? Will it get stuffy in here?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABBOTT: Do you want a computer with Windows? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;COSTELLO: I don't know. What will I see when I look at the windows?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABBOTT: Wallpaper.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;COSTELLO: Never mind the windows. I need a computer and software.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABBOTT: Software for Windows? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;COSTELLO: No. On the computer! I need something I can use to write proposals, track expenses and run my business. What do you have?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABBOTT: Office.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;COSTELLO: Yeah, for my office. Can you recommend anything?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABBOTT: I just did. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;COSTELLO: You just did what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABBOTT: Recommend something.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;COSTELLO: You recommended something?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABBOTT: Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;COSTELLO: For my office?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABBOTT: Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;COSTELLO: OK, what did you recommend for my office?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABBOTT: Office. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;COSTELLO: Yes! for my office!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABBOTT: I recommend Office with Windows.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;COSTELLO: I already have an office with windows! OK, let's just say I'm sitting at my computer and I want to type a proposal. What do I need? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABBOTT: Word.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;COSTELLO: What word?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABBOTT: Word in Office.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;COSTELLO: The only word in office is office.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABBOTT: The Word in Office for Windows.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;COSTELLO: Which word in office for windows?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABBOTT: The Word you get when you click the blue 'W'. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;COSTELLO: I'm going to click your blue 'w' if you don't start with some straight answers. What about financial bookkeeping? You have anything I can track my money with?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABBOTT: Money. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;COSTELLO: That's right. What do you have?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABBOTT: Money.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;COSTELLO: I need money to track my money?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABBOTT: It comes bundled with your computer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;COSTELLO: What's bundled with my computer? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABBOTT: Money.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;COSTELLO: Money comes with my computer?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABBOTT: Yes. No extra charge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;COSTELLO: I get a bundle of money with my computer? How much?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABBOTT: One copy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;COSTELLO: Isn't it illegal to copy money?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABBOTT: Microsoft gave us a license to copy Money.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;COSTELLO: They can give you a license to copy money?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABBOTT: Why not? THEY OWN IT! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(A few days later)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABBOTT: Super Duper computer store. Can I help you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;COSTELLO: How do I turn my computer off?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABBOTT: Click on 'START'.............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-8235897429326692422?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8235897429326692422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=8235897429326692422&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/8235897429326692422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/8235897429326692422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/04/modern-day-abbott-costello.html' title='Modern Day Abbott &amp; Costello'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-3989251797993940769</id><published>2008-04-10T09:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:20:51.191-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Ridiculous Commercial on TV</title><content type='html'>Commercials, let's face it, are part of our everday lives. So much so, that I'm sure you can think of at least one phrase you use that has come from a commercial ad (cause after all, this is part of the way the make their money - through repition and brainwashing!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few days ago, I told someone I was 'taking a &lt;a href="http://www.benylin.co.uk/"&gt;Benylin&lt;/a&gt; day'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you smacked your head and said &lt;a href="http://www.v8juice.com/tv_ads_pop_dog.aspx"&gt;'I could have had a V8'&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.tasteyoulove.com/Home.aspx"&gt;'I can't believe it's not butter!!'&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;a href="http://www.digitaldeliftp.com/LookAround/advertspot_jello.htm"&gt;j-e-l-l-o!!! &lt;/a&gt;I'm sure a few come to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranking right up there is the 'good morning, good morning, we talked the whole night through, good morning, good morning to you'...which led me to believe that every curler on the planet couldn't 'get it up' for all the viagra ads played during the Brier! Gene Kelly and Judy Garland are, no doubt, rolling in their graves over that one - out of sheer laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other evening, during late nite TV (thank heavens!) this commercial comes on the tube. And at first I'm thinking, am I on the Comedy channel? Seriously, I'm waiting for someone to say 'LIVE from New York - it's Saturday Nite!!!!'.... but it was Monday, so that couldn't be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to see the 'disclaimer' on this ad - I couldn't find one on their website, so that just goes to show you, because with other ads they extol the virtue of their product on one hand, and then tell you all the terrible things that 'might' occur if you actually take their product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particularly bad advertisement is actually willing to send you, free except for the cost of postage, a one week's supply of their product to test. 'Now if we didn't believe in our product, could we do this????'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the &lt;a href="http://www.officialextenze.com/?cid=436532"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. Judge for yourself. Maybe it should be on 'Ripley's Believe it or Not'....not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-3989251797993940769?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3989251797993940769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=3989251797993940769&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/3989251797993940769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/3989251797993940769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/04/most-ridiculous-commercial-on-tv.html' title='The Most Ridiculous Commercial on TV'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-7636706148086248554</id><published>2008-04-09T08:53:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T09:08:56.258-06:00</updated><title type='text'>See Dick Run...</title><content type='html'>Do you remember the very first words you ever read out loud?&lt;br /&gt;'See Dick. See Dick run.' Yeah, good times....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday was a proud mama moment. Paden read his very first book out loud. Very exciting, and very big boy...&lt;br /&gt;His little book was called 'The House'. It's called a pattern book, 'this is a....this is a....'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R_zaFfK_UXI/AAAAAAAAAUU/eGcITyw4ouE/s1600-h/DSC02987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187260658625761650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R_zaFfK_UXI/AAAAAAAAAUU/eGcITyw4ouE/s400/DSC02987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paden was quite anxious to show us his stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R_zZzvK_UWI/AAAAAAAAAUM/nPaJ_N_yLco/s1600-h/DSC02989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187260353683083618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R_zZzvK_UWI/AAAAAAAAAUM/nPaJ_N_yLco/s400/DSC02989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We've always enjoyed reading - bedtime stories are always the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R_zZiPK_UVI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wZC89rgGRy4/s1600-h/DSC02990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187260053035372882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R_zZiPK_UVI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wZC89rgGRy4/s400/DSC02990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From now until the end of the school year, Paden will take home two books to read per week...it's nice to have someone read since I'm still stuck with laryngitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R_zZRPK_UUI/AAAAAAAAAT8/vi3CJZV0vFo/s1600-h/DSC02995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187259760977596738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R_zZRPK_UUI/AAAAAAAAAT8/vi3CJZV0vFo/s400/DSC02995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R_zY9fK_UTI/AAAAAAAAAT0/x_HF_U7LFgI/s1600-h/DSC02996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187259421675180338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R_zY9fK_UTI/AAAAAAAAAT0/x_HF_U7LFgI/s400/DSC02996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wish my garden looked like that...alas, I am not a greenthumb, but it was most excellent to see his joy (and pride..he's such a Leo) in being able to read to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to see what the next book will be!!!   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-7636706148086248554?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7636706148086248554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=7636706148086248554&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/7636706148086248554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/7636706148086248554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/04/see-dick-run.html' title='See Dick Run...'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R_zaFfK_UXI/AAAAAAAAAUU/eGcITyw4ouE/s72-c/DSC02987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-924997162449804092</id><published>2008-04-03T13:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T14:01:44.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile &amp; Nod....Smile &amp; Nod....</title><content type='html'>'Hi!  How are you today??'&lt;br /&gt;...smile and nod...&lt;br /&gt;'Not feeling well??'&lt;br /&gt;...smile and nod...&lt;br /&gt;'Sore throat??'&lt;br /&gt;...smile and nod...&lt;br /&gt;'Wow, must be pretty bad, huh??'&lt;br /&gt;...smile and nod...&lt;br /&gt;'Strep??'&lt;br /&gt;...smile and shake... (gotta change it up a bit, right)&lt;br /&gt;So then I let this little squeak out, which is more like a whisper, 'laryngitis'...&lt;br /&gt;'Oh', they whisper back as they try not to look obvious as they take a step back.&lt;br /&gt;'Not contagious', I hiss (well, it sounds like a hiss)&lt;br /&gt;'Hope you're feelin' better soon', they whisper... that's the part I find funny, there's no need for them to whisper, they're not sick...&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the flip side where because you smile and nod, and not say anything, they repeat themselves, but only louder! 'YOU SAY YOU'RE NOT FEELING WELL???!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;...I didn't say anything- really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-924997162449804092?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/924997162449804092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=924997162449804092&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/924997162449804092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/924997162449804092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/04/smile-nodsmile-nod.html' title='Smile &amp; Nod....Smile &amp; Nod....'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-4245753225236696258</id><published>2008-04-02T21:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:08:20.444-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Battle Continues...um, Not Really...</title><content type='html'>Round two went on Tuesday in Edmonton...Oilers vs. Flames.&lt;br /&gt;The Oilers needed a win to stay in the playoff hunt.  They. Did. Not. Win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll be no living with my husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-4245753225236696258?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4245753225236696258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=4245753225236696258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/4245753225236696258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/4245753225236696258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/04/battle-continuesum-not-really.html' title='The Battle Continues...um, Not Really...'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-2412162434027710843</id><published>2008-03-30T15:09:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T15:52:04.088-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Battle of Alberta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R_AHgvK_UQI/AAAAAAAAATc/a2dVJAFeCds/s1600-h/IMGP0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183651430103208194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R_AHgvK_UQI/AAAAAAAAATc/a2dVJAFeCds/s400/IMGP0275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it comes to hockey, it's always very competitive in our household - especially when the &lt;a href="http://oilers.nhl.com/"&gt;Oilers&lt;/a&gt; are playing the &lt;a href="http://flames.nhl.com/"&gt;Flames&lt;/a&gt; (Paden calls them the Flamers, so you kind of get the idea!!!) The race for playoffs in the &lt;a href="http://www.nhl.com/nhl/app?service=page&amp;amp;page=StandingsPage&amp;amp;type=CON"&gt;West&lt;/a&gt; is pretty tight - three teams are in the hunt for the last spot... it's not looking good for the Oilers - which pleases one third of the family... and with only 82 games in the regular season, I imagine alot of the players will be in church praying for x team to beat y, which then would actually mean they didn't win to get in, someone else lost (I guess if it gets the Oilers to the playoffs, they won't be splitting hairs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The social club at my place of work did a great job organizing the event for us...we had a bus to take us to a great little chinese place for dinner, then they took us from there to the game (which was great - saved the stress of trying to try a place to park). Then after the game they dropped us back off where our vehicles were. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mark is in Dallas so he didn't come to the game, which he was probably thankful for since there would have been a WHOLE lot of talkin' smack. The crowd was rowdy, and after the first bunch got tossed for fighting (the fans, not the players), things settled down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183651769405624594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R_AH0fK_URI/AAAAAAAAATk/MEiwaAftccQ/s400/IMGP0270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a long walk up to where we were sitting...you know you're up high when you can't even see the jumbo tron! So I didn't feel the least bit guilty about scarfin' down on some popcorn. Paden was very much a gentleman and treated for the snacks - I think the server was quite taken by his chivalry and manners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It didn't take long for the trash talking/shouting to start. The chants were fast and furious with "Let's go Oilers!!" countered by 'Oilers suck!'...my boss was quite torn, he cheered for Edmonton in the first period, Calgary in the second, and wasn't sure who to cheer for in the third...LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183654080098029858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R_AJ6_K_USI/AAAAAAAAATs/sRiptNNqIY8/s400/IMGP0289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I'm not sure whether this guy made it out of the parking lot or not, but I really thought his sign was quite clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very late night, almost midnight before we got home, but it was alot of fun and Paden was quite happy with the end result. Needless to say, we weren't moving to quick this morning. Man, I love jammie days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh!  I almost forgot!  The Oilers did win the game - 2 to 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-2412162434027710843?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2412162434027710843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=2412162434027710843&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/2412162434027710843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/2412162434027710843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/03/battle-of-alberta.html' title='The Battle of Alberta'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R_AHgvK_UQI/AAAAAAAAATc/a2dVJAFeCds/s72-c/IMGP0275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-8825108388549174858</id><published>2008-03-28T14:59:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T10:53:30.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>S*!t Happens</title><content type='html'>First, let me apologize for my 'potty' mouth - trust me, it's only going to get worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a pretty 's*!tty' day for me - let me explain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a Facilities Administrator leaves something to be desired somedays. Mind you, I'd still take it over accounting! We took the initiative to change out the existing plumbing to go from a 10L flush to a more 'green friendly' 1.6L flush, saving over 600,000l per year. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;However, if you've been in a mall, you've noticed those suckers flush pretty loudly - I think ours are even louder...perhaps I should have let people know sooner, but apparently for me, I was lucky that there was nothing for anyone to bump their heads on because they were all so startled after flushing! I even had one guy come up to me and suggest that if we were to shrink both the stalls and the sinks, we could pretend that we were on an airplane!! (I had a good laugh over that one). I've also been asked to have a decibel reading taken to make sure no one's eardrums will suffer the consequences of a good flush. Gotta have the canals in good working order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I get a call saying that the water is not running in one of the stalls...I guess not many people think to check the tap at the toilet to see if the water is actually on...to be fair, I probably wouldn't have thought to look for that either a few months ago (ha! who's kidding who - it's only common sense - which doesn't seem to be all that common these days). However - if I walk into a stall that hasn't been flushed, I flush it before I go (call me anal)... if it's not flushing, then use another stall!!! Don't attempt to 'compound' the situation! See!! You can learn something new every day! Wow, I felt like I was getting alot done... toilet working?? check! Bathroom Freshners working?? CHECK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I had my cleaner come to me rather upset. One of my buildings has quite a few foreign workers (and before you insinuate that I am being discriminatory, I do not have this problem in any of my other buildings). For most people that have been overseas to places like India or Malaysia - you'll know where I'm headed with this sanitary little gem ... let me tell you, it gives the saying 'cop a squat' a whole new meaning. Instead of sitting on the toilet, they stand on the toilet... and of course this will no doubt sound sexist, but man! MEN! If you can't get good aim on both ends/either ends, then bloody well sit down to use the facilities!!! It seems all rather logical to me, but then again, I'm a woman - we always pee sitting down! (and thanks Dan for the &lt;a href="http://earthtodanie.blogspot.com/2007/11/loo-like-this.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* Yes folks, just another day in the life I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people plug their noses going to the washroom, my peers (hahahahaha) plug their ears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-8825108388549174858?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8825108388549174858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=8825108388549174858&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/8825108388549174858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/8825108388549174858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/03/st-happens.html' title='S*!t Happens'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-6913495002803976626</id><published>2008-03-25T12:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T13:03:37.708-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoppy Easter</title><content type='html'>I love long weekends...and this go round I decided to take the Thursday off so it was a super long holiday weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a hockey game on Thursday, Paden was sad the Avs lost to the Flames, but they got a little pay back on Monday, so it's a level playing field in our house at the moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with my sister Danie on the Good Friday thing.  I know in my heart that in the Christian world it is cause for celebration, but I've always found it a bit of a downer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we went out to &lt;a href="http://www.brokenplate.ca/"&gt;The Broken Plate&lt;/a&gt; for dinner.  It's one of my favorite restaurants in Calgary for at least two reasons: First, they have superb food (and excellent service) and secondly, they take reservations on a weekend.  I love that I don't have to (a) wait in line (b) sit at the bar (c) get told it will be an hour before I can get a seat.  If you're reading my blahg, and live in Calgary, I would highly recommend a visit to the Broken Plate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we picked up our Little Bear and went over to my wonderful friend Alissa's house.  She really made Paden's day.  When we got there, there were brightly colored plastic eggs scattered all over her acreage, and we went on an Easter egg hunt.  Paden was SO excited and had an 'eggscellent' time collecting all the chocolate stuffed eggs.  Talk about a sugar high!  We had a lovely dinner - I can't wait for them to come visit us so I can return the hospitality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday saw us drop Mark to the airport.  Paden was a bit upset, but was pleased to be told he would be 'the man of the house' for the next two weeks.  We headed home and watched Bugs Bunny do his thing to Daffy Duck....what better way to spend the Easter weekend??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a lovely weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-6913495002803976626?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6913495002803976626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=6913495002803976626&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/6913495002803976626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/6913495002803976626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/03/hoppy-easter.html' title='Hoppy Easter'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-2698706706663819574</id><published>2008-03-15T21:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T08:19:16.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling at the Speed of Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R959wRcstaI/AAAAAAAAATU/WzgRi3uvYfk/s1600-h/IMGP0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178714889793615266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R959wRcstaI/AAAAAAAAATU/WzgRi3uvYfk/s400/IMGP0188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we weren't really traveling at the speed of light, but we were hauling it down the highway at about 120km/hr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had given Paden a great camera for Christmas, he loves to take pictures - definitely a Goyette trait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would try out the image stabilization and was quite pleased with the outcome...so much so that I think I'll have to make a concerted effort to take a few more while standing still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to grab a copy - big sky country to be sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-2698706706663819574?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2698706706663819574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=2698706706663819574&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/2698706706663819574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/2698706706663819574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/03/traveling-at-speed-of-light.html' title='Traveling at the Speed of Light'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R959wRcstaI/AAAAAAAAATU/WzgRi3uvYfk/s72-c/IMGP0188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-6069790499501050961</id><published>2008-03-14T19:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T20:44:43.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>iPod Randomization</title><content type='html'>Okay, here's another one of my sister &lt;a href="http://www.earthtodanie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Danie's&lt;/a&gt; 'things'...it's always interesting to see what comes up because our tastes in music is pretty different....here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not tagging just one person on this one, I'm tagging everyone. If you're reading this and you have a blog...TAG! You're it. Instructions: Go to your music player of choice and put it on shuffle. Say the following questions aloud, and press play. Use the song title as the answer to the question. NO CHEATING.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the world see you?&lt;br /&gt;Situation Critical (Platinum Blonde)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;OHOHOHOHOH (Zombie Nation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do my friends really think of me?&lt;br /&gt;How Do You Like Me Now (Toby Keith)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do people secretly think of me?&lt;br /&gt;Hung Up (Madonna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I be happy?&lt;br /&gt;Another Place to Fall (KT Tunstall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do with my life?&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise (Simply Red vs. Hall &amp;amp; Oates)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;Walking on Broken Glass (Annie Lennox)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is some good advice for me?&lt;br /&gt;Four Seasons (Vivaldi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will I be remembered?&lt;br /&gt;If You Don't Know Me By Now (Simply Red)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my signature dancing song?&lt;br /&gt;Leave The Pieces (The Wreckers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I think my current theme song is?&lt;br /&gt;The Rhythym of the Night (Gloria Estafan &amp;amp; The Miami Sound Machine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does everyone else think my current theme song is?&lt;br /&gt;Drift Away (Doobie Brothers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will play at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Landslide (Dixie Chicks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What type of men/women do you like?&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Dreams (Annie Lennox)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my day going to be like?&lt;br /&gt;Sundown (Gordon Lightfoot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well - that wasn't actually how I would have chosen, but I guess that is why it's called Random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-6069790499501050961?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6069790499501050961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=6069790499501050961&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/6069790499501050961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/6069790499501050961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/03/ipod-randomization.html' title='iPod Randomization'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-2666475521883337575</id><published>2008-03-11T08:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T08:09:12.912-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Not An Abused Woman...Seriously!</title><content type='html'>You know the jokes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, what did you do to deserve that??' nudge nudge wink wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to work after being off a few days but now the bruising from my 'extraction' is really causing people to do a double take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face looks as if someone grabbed me about the head and shook/pressed really hard.... my bruising is a lovely shade of yellow today mixed in with the purple, and no amount of concealer will conceal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, most people who know me realize that there would be no way I would let myself be physically abused and not be in jail because of it!!!! What can I say, I give as good as I get....  The dentist was lucky to escape with nary a scratch!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-2666475521883337575?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2666475521883337575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=2666475521883337575&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/2666475521883337575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/2666475521883337575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-not-abused-womanseriously.html' title='I Am Not An Abused Woman...Seriously!'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-6108158806902986898</id><published>2008-03-06T16:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T17:12:50.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Only Hurts When I Laugh</title><content type='html'>'Come on, wake up - you have to wake up'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the voice of the little nurse I heard yesterday coming out of my anaesthetic.  Talk about getting knocked for a loop!  That was some pretty good knock out drugs.  From what she said, they had to double me out to get me knocked out - imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, Mark was concerned that it was taking me so long to come out of surgery.&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember the drive home.  I slept most of the day away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm much more cognizant, however, in alot more pain now that all the freezing has worn off.  I feel like I've gone a few rounds with Mike Tyson without the benefit of the boxing gloves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that I'll eventually have enough of an appetite to try a bit to eat this evening.  So far, it's been a liquid feast....how delish -ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-6108158806902986898?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6108158806902986898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=6108158806902986898&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/6108158806902986898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/6108158806902986898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-only-hurts-when-i-laugh.html' title='It Only Hurts When I Laugh'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-6613701937842261592</id><published>2008-03-05T08:43:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T08:54:58.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearls of Wisdom...</title><content type='html'>*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I lose my wisdom (what little I have).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it's my &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wisdom_teeth"&gt;wisdom teeth&lt;/a&gt;...they are getting extracted today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174285944506940610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R87Bpuih_MI/AAAAAAAAAS8/XLNKS1HtWis/s400/teeth.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extracted. It sounds like such a benign little word. I, on the other hand, have the bugs bunny version playing in my head where they yank your mouth open as wide as the river Jordan and come at you with a circular saw. It always seems funnier in the cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I can take comfort in the knowledge that although I might lose my wisdom, I'll still most likely be considered a smart mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-6613701937842261592?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6613701937842261592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=6613701937842261592&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/6613701937842261592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/6613701937842261592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/03/pearls-of-wisdom.html' title='Pearls of Wisdom...'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R87Bpuih_MI/AAAAAAAAAS8/XLNKS1HtWis/s72-c/teeth.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-5040395067977658045</id><published>2008-03-04T14:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T14:22:47.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know What They Say About Simple Things...</title><content type='html'>Just try this................It's from an orthopedic surgeon......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will boggle your mind and you will keep trying over and over again to see if you can outsmart your foot, but you can't. It's pre-programmed in your brain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. WITHOUT anyone watching you (they will think you are GOOFY) andwhile sitting where you are at your desk in front of your computer, lift your right foot off the floor and make clockwise circles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Now, while doing this, draw the number "6" in the air with your right hand.  Your foot will change direction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing you can do about it! You and I both know how stupid it is, but before the day is  done you are going to try it again, if you've not already done so....AHA! I knew it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUSTED!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-5040395067977658045?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5040395067977658045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=5040395067977658045&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/5040395067977658045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/5040395067977658045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-know-what-they-say-about-simple.html' title='You Know What They Say About Simple Things...'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-4461436132841748960</id><published>2008-02-29T20:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T20:54:33.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Observations...by Me on Human Nature</title><content type='html'>You've no doubt experienced this situation first hand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're telling someone about something, and they 'one up you'.&lt;br /&gt;It's human nature - they just can't help themselves. I'll come clean and admit I've done it myself, although I really try to bite my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Bite your tongue??? Well I remember the time when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;somthing&lt;/span&gt; WAY worse happened to me let me tell you'.....and then they proceed to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twisted your ankle you say??? Well, I remember once when I broke my leg'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Traffic??? Ha, you don't know traffic'....hmm, apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I am getting my wisdom teeth out - my impacted wisdom teeth that is.&lt;br /&gt;'Wisdom teeth you say???? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Weeeelllll&lt;/span&gt;, I remember the time when I got MY wisdom teeth out'....and then they proceed to go into the horror of it in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;phenomenal&lt;/span&gt; detail. Seriously. Graphically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now my preoccupation is with whether I'm going to have something called '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;drysockets&lt;/span&gt;', or 'excessive whatever' and 'adequate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;anaesthesia&lt;/span&gt;'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is bliss - I can now say that I am not ignorant!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Doc, make sure you have enough knock out drugs okay?'&lt;br /&gt;'Knock out drugs???? WEEeeeellll, I can tell you about the time when I didn't have enough for the patient I was working on.....'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-4461436132841748960?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4461436132841748960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=4461436132841748960&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/4461436132841748960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/4461436132841748960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/02/deep-observationsby-me-on-human-nature.html' title='Deep Observations...by Me on Human Nature'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-4972006937061749421</id><published>2008-02-23T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T14:58:19.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunar Loony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R8Hinzwh-tI/AAAAAAAAASs/Wi_ltFph8HI/s1600-h/Lunar+Eclipse+080220003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170663020734577362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R8Hinzwh-tI/AAAAAAAAASs/Wi_ltFph8HI/s400/Lunar+Eclipse+080220003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fly me to the moon and let me sing amongst the stars&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Au Clair de la Lune, mon ami Pierot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Say it's only a paper moon, sailing over a cardboard sea, but it wouldn't be make believe if you believed in me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blue Moon (blue moon blue moon) I saw you standing alone (blue moon blue moon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It don't matter to the moon, if you walk out my life - Cause the moon will keep hangin round, hangin round - to shine down on another nite...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R8HjNDwh-uI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IZHyCucc1eo/s1600-h/Lunar+Eclipse+080220018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170663660684704482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R8HjNDwh-uI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IZHyCucc1eo/s400/Lunar+Eclipse+080220018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...I'm sure you could probably think of one or two songs that are about the moon - The lunar eclipse on Wednesday, February 20th, 2008 was really quite spectacular.  I wish I knew how to operate my camera a little better to get night shots - that and perhaps a tripod.  I believe the speck on the left is Saturn and the spec at the top is Regulus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say?....I'm a lunar lover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-4972006937061749421?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4972006937061749421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=4972006937061749421&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/4972006937061749421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/4972006937061749421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/02/lunar-loony.html' title='Lunar Loony'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R8Hinzwh-tI/AAAAAAAAASs/Wi_ltFph8HI/s72-c/Lunar+Eclipse+080220003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-3205910086645560370</id><published>2008-02-04T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T12:44:46.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holddd ittt....Hooooollllddddd ittttttt!!!!</title><content type='html'>Usually you wait to go to the bathroom during the commercials...however, when it comes to Superbowl, you just can't miss the commercials cause most times it's the best part of the whole day!!&lt;br /&gt;There were alot of good commercials this year, and I always wait to see the Clydes that Budweiser has. They did not disappoint. Here's my pic for commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/player/media/swf/FLVVideoSolo.swf" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=6277192&amp;amp;emailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fca.video.yahoo.com%2Futil%2Fmail%3Fei%3DUTF-8%26vid%3D1898322&amp;amp;imUrl=http%25253A%25252F%25252Fca.video.yahoo.com%25252Fvideo%25252Fplay%25253Fei%25253DUTF-8%252526vid%25253D1898322&amp;amp;imTitle=Budweiser%252B-%252BBeer%252BWagon%252BTeam&amp;amp;searchUrl=http://ca.video.yahoo.com/search/video?p=&amp;amp;profileUrl=http://ca.video.yahoo.com/video/profile?yid=&amp;amp;creatorValue=eV9iaWdfZ2FtZV9hZHM%3D&amp;amp;vid=1898322"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...and here's the one for Bud Light!....you guys sure get your money's worth out of your ad agents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/player/media/swf/FLVVideoSolo.swf" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=6277143&amp;amp;emailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fca.video.yahoo.com%2Futil%2Fmail%3Fei%3DUTF-8%26vid%3D1898313&amp;amp;imUrl=http%25253A%25252F%25252Fca.video.yahoo.com%25252Fvideo%25252Fplay%25253Fei%25253DUTF-8%252526vid%25253D1898313&amp;amp;imTitle=Bud%252BLight%252B-%252BWine%252BTasting%252BParty&amp;amp;searchUrl=http://ca.video.yahoo.com/search/video?p=&amp;amp;profileUrl=http://ca.video.yahoo.com/video/profile?yid=&amp;amp;creatorValue=eV9iaWdfZ2FtZV9hZHM%3D&amp;amp;vid=1898313"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-3205910086645560370?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3205910086645560370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=3205910086645560370&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/3205910086645560370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/3205910086645560370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/02/holddd-ittthooooollllddddd-ittttttt.html' title='Holddd ittt....Hooooollllddddd ittttttt!!!!'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-4771604009983678994</id><published>2008-02-01T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T22:09:03.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You've Come a Long Way Baby!</title><content type='html'>An Actual 1955 Good Housekeeping article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never have been a woman in the 50's....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162116728173502786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R6OF0G_iIUI/AAAAAAAAASk/2nu7AI0vMfA/s400/good1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Over the cooler months of the year you should prepare and light a fire for him to unwind by. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift too. After all, catering for his comfort will provide you with immense personal satisfaction."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Minimise all noise. At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of the washer, dryer or vacuum. Try to encourage the children to be quiet."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Listen to him. You may have a dozen important things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first – remember, his topics of conversation are more important than yours."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Don’t ask him questions about his actions or question his judgement or integrity. Remember, he is the master of the house and as such will always exercise his will with fairness and truthfulness. You have no right to question him."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"A good wife always knows her place."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd make my own comments, but I'm trying to work on being 'more diplomatic' these days...LOL&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Danie for helping me to configure the article.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-4771604009983678994?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4771604009983678994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=4771604009983678994&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-2806416702106481499</id><published>2008-01-28T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T12:40:25.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know It's Cold When....</title><content type='html'>You know it's cold when -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the Canadian &lt;a href="http://www.theweathernetwork.com/weather/CAAB0049"&gt;Weather Network&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it is -30C, which to those who use the Fahrenheit system, equates to&lt;br /&gt;-24F...factor in the windchill which is sitting at -45C, and yup - it's freakin' cold here today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up not being able to start the truck...good luck trying to reach &lt;a href="http://www.ama.ab.ca/cps/rde/xchg/ama/web/everything_auto_AMA-Road-Reports.htm?link=navtop"&gt;AMA&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, schools were still open, although Paden gets to stay home today since we're 'sans' vehicle....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know it's cold when your car won't start.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know it's cold when the cars that do start are left running...all day long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know it's cold when you walk outside and when you inhale, your nostrils stick together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's cold when you get an instant ice cream headache, without the benefit of having ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's cold when your latte turns into ice cream...(wish I had one of those right now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's cold when you don't see anyone out walking their dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's cold when you see the dog stuck to the hydrant....hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's cold when even the snowmen are shivering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-2806416702106481499?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2806416702106481499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=2806416702106481499&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/2806416702106481499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/2806416702106481499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-know-its-cold-when.html' title='You Know It&apos;s Cold When....'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-6311419875196122947</id><published>2008-01-23T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T13:55:39.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B-o-l-o-g-n-a</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rmPRHJd3uHI&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ALL know the words....I was trying to explain this song to Paden the other day...and when I sang it, of course he laughed at me and called me weird...hahahaha...but, it brings back memories and I thought you might like it too....cause oscar mayer has a way with b-o-l-o-g-n-a...don't laugh, that jingle got me through more than one spelling bee!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-6311419875196122947?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6311419875196122947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=6311419875196122947&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/6311419875196122947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/6311419875196122947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/01/b-o-l-o-g-n.html' title='B-o-l-o-g-n-a'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-3345951444026847224</id><published>2008-01-23T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T10:47:00.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R5d6gW_iISI/AAAAAAAAASU/iHsaMXq_C4U/s1600-h/DSC01123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158726594522652962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R5d6gW_iISI/AAAAAAAAASU/iHsaMXq_C4U/s400/DSC01123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I submitted this photo to 'The International Library of Photography' before Christmas...but somehow I think I ended up with something more along the lines of Publisher's Clearing House.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoy taking pictures. The pictures I'm most comfortable taking are of landscapes, flora, fauna, wildlife...I know I would never make a portrait photographer, and I'm fine with that, I do it for the enjoyment - not for anything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I get this email, and snail mail saying that my 'photograph was selected for publication because of its unique perspective and my artistic vision'...puh-leez. I can tell when someone is blowing proverbial smoke you-know-where.  I know some of the shots I take aren't bad, but this is a bit over the top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now (from what they are saying) I guess my photo is going to be in a coffee table book....and for only $69.95 yes you too can own a copy....see where I'm going with this?  I feel like they are pandering my photo back to me.  Very bizarro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And since the selection committee has 'advanced my entry to the finals of the Animal/Pets category in the International Open Amateur Photography Category', wouldn't I love to be there in Las Vegas at their national convention and be there in person to receive (possibly)  my 'award'? yes! for only the cost of flight, hotel and food... Good Grief!  If I want a vacation, Las Vegas would not be my first choice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks, but no thanks.  I'll keep snapping away and make postcards or something.  :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So if you like that particular photo, please feel free to right click and download it to your computer...and I won't be charging you $69.95.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-3345951444026847224?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3345951444026847224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=3345951444026847224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/3345951444026847224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/3345951444026847224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/01/hanging-on.html' title='Hanging On'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R5d6gW_iISI/AAAAAAAAASU/iHsaMXq_C4U/s72-c/DSC01123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-6639365979890637548</id><published>2008-01-19T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T15:52:36.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ham and the Hamster</title><content type='html'>The dayschool that Paden goes to has a resident hamster called Nibbles.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one for rodents, but I do have to say, this little thing has quite the personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the spirit of 'community', Paden put his name down to have the little critter for a weekend, since the poor little thing would be very lonely on his own at school for a whole weekend....&lt;br /&gt;....I don't think our cat Comet was amused....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....but Paden was pretty jazzed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o5IwJuiAL1g&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-6639365979890637548?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6639365979890637548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=6639365979890637548&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/6639365979890637548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/6639365979890637548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/01/ham-and-hamster.html' title='The Ham and the Hamster'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-8036692581802475614</id><published>2008-01-16T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T22:19:40.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tripping over the Feet</title><content type='html'>What's that saying???...'put your best foot forward'....&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I'm lacking in that department with regards to the upkeep on my blahg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the other saying??? 'the best laid plans'....&lt;br /&gt;[insert the 'tell it to the hand' gesture]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have all these grandiose plans for 2008...more blahgs, more pics, more more more....&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now it's more like stumbling instead of the best foot forward thing...there doesn't seem to be enough hours in the day for the things I want to accomplish.  Maybe as Rip Torn says in the movie 'Men in Black' I should be operating on the alien system of a 36 hour day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get round to it - eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear with me - I'm having enough of a time bearing with myself!!!! heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is still in the process of being unpacked and trying to find place for everything, I need to think 'baby steps'.....okay, here I go.....crap!!!!! my fingers just tripped over the keyboard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-8036692581802475614?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8036692581802475614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=8036692581802475614&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/8036692581802475614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/8036692581802475614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2008/01/tripping-over-feet.html' title='Tripping over the Feet'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-7956486396726647038</id><published>2007-12-28T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T17:21:17.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Way Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R4FuoTPshDI/AAAAAAAAAR8/hIV3ldwheq0/s1600-h/Christmas2007005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152521087328486450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R4FuoTPshDI/AAAAAAAAAR8/hIV3ldwheq0/s400/Christmas2007005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Long Way Home by Supertramp is running through my head while I'm looking at these pictures.  We drove on the Icefield Parkway down to Calgary and I was lucky to grab these pics along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152521319256720450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R4Fu1zPshEI/AAAAAAAAASE/jT0vnq3fiWc/s400/Christmas2007049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great drive down.  The roads were a bit icy in spots, but there were hardly any cars out, it was lovely and quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152521529710117970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R4FvCDPshFI/AAAAAAAAASM/GWV8yt6oP90/s400/Christmas2007053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a great day for stopping along the way to breath in the icy fresh air, and snap a few pics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-7956486396726647038?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7956486396726647038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=7956486396726647038&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/7956486396726647038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/7956486396726647038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2007/12/long-way-home.html' title='The Long Way Home'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R4FuoTPshDI/AAAAAAAAAR8/hIV3ldwheq0/s72-c/Christmas2007005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-2094275886851461614</id><published>2007-12-27T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T17:12:38.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7th Inning Stretch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R4Ft-jPshBI/AAAAAAAAARs/Z80OxV6qyCE/s1600-h/Christmas2007012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152520370068947986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R4Ft-jPshBI/AAAAAAAAARs/Z80OxV6qyCE/s400/Christmas2007012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way back home from BC after Christmas, we decided to stretch our legs along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152519816018166786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R4FteTPshAI/AAAAAAAAARk/2LnIuq-Bx80/s400/Christmas2007008.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.pc.gc.ca/pn-np/ab/Jasper/visit/visit31_e.asp"&gt;Sunwapta Falls &lt;/a&gt;is a great little spot to do just that. I haven't seen it in the summer, we usually make better time on the roads, but it sure was a pretty spot in mid-winter....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152520610587116578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R4FuMjPshCI/AAAAAAAAAR0/j4gWY0ZdS24/s400/Christmas2007017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-2094275886851461614?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2094275886851461614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=2094275886851461614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/2094275886851461614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/2094275886851461614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2007/12/7th-inning-stretch.html' title='7th Inning Stretch'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R4Ft-jPshBI/AAAAAAAAARs/Z80OxV6qyCE/s72-c/Christmas2007012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-6490937451700836714</id><published>2007-12-27T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T17:03:00.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peek-a-boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R4FrbDPsg-I/AAAAAAAAARU/3rgsUVrrXl8/s1600-h/Christmas2007001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152517561160336354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R4FrbDPsg-I/AAAAAAAAARU/3rgsUVrrXl8/s400/Christmas2007001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wait a second...I feel like I'm in a 'Where's Waldo' print...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe if I just stay still they won't see me.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152517874692948978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R4FrtTPsg_I/AAAAAAAAARc/RcjM6lAj-Jk/s400/Christmas2007002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;D-oh! Couldn't help it...I have to look to see if they're looking!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whew!!! I think I'm safe....they're just passing through....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-6490937451700836714?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6490937451700836714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=6490937451700836714&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/6490937451700836714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/6490937451700836714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2007/12/peek-boo.html' title='Peek-a-boo'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R4FrbDPsg-I/AAAAAAAAARU/3rgsUVrrXl8/s72-c/Christmas2007001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-2583519567922022978</id><published>2007-12-26T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T16:56:34.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticki-dooing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R4FpkTPsg7I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/BNhoebvpExU/s1600-h/Christmas2007076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152515521050870706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R4FpkTPsg7I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/BNhoebvpExU/s400/Christmas2007076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ski-dooing is alot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152515830288516034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R4Fp2TPsg8I/AAAAAAAAARE/ADTZW9jcDfE/s400/Christmas2007077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OOoo!ooooo!!! Let ME drive!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152516508893348818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R4FqdzPsg9I/AAAAAAAAARM/_zpBrkkA3I8/s400/Christmas2007085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The royal wave, and they're off!!! See???!!! You can easily fit three on this thing!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-2583519567922022978?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2583519567922022978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=2583519567922022978&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/2583519567922022978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/2583519567922022978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2007/12/sticki-dooing.html' title='Sticki-dooing'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R4FpkTPsg7I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/BNhoebvpExU/s72-c/Christmas2007076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157292083374946935.post-6812815701141672574</id><published>2007-12-25T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T16:48:02.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R4FnOjPsg4I/AAAAAAAAAQk/0g167yaqZxU/s1600-h/Christmas2007062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152512948365460354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R4FnOjPsg4I/AAAAAAAAAQk/0g167yaqZxU/s400/Christmas2007062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was trying to think how I would introduce this, and those who know me (and know me well) know it is a very rare occasion that I am at a loss for words....but I was laughing so hard that someone 1. would think to invent this, and 2. god love my mother-in-law, but we had plenty of yucks at her expense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152513218948400018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R4FneTPsg5I/AAAAAAAAAQs/anwsEraG-C0/s400/Christmas2007065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindsight, of course, is 20/20...I only wish I had captured my brother-in-law's stunned expression when his 4 year old daughter yanked that bad boy out of her Christmas stocking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152513425106830242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R4FnqTPsg6I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/GCpD3wVJLEE/s400/Christmas2007064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bbbbbbbbbbahahahahaha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3157292083374946935-6812815701141672574?l=closer2youhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6812815701141672574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3157292083374946935&amp;postID=6812815701141672574&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/6812815701141672574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3157292083374946935/posts/default/6812815701141672574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closer2youhere.blogspot.com/2007/12/gift-of-year.html' title='The Gift of the Year'/><author><name>Lise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805575208367770066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/SgRlr6g728I/AAAAAAAAAks/Q3XYRLdD5rw/S220/meezHeadshot100x100%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKq1bYy9HNw/R4FnOjPsg4I/AAAAAAAAAQk/0g167yaqZxU/s72-c/Christmas2007062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
