<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648</id><updated>2011-10-24T17:23:08.588-05:00</updated><category term='star gazing'/><category term='bulging fronts'/><category term='Hair'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='decorating-impaired'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='Secretary&apos;s Day'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='sneak thieves'/><category term='intimate appliances'/><category term='pretty'/><category term='lust and envy'/><category term='shower'/><category term='Restaurant'/><category term='gift'/><category term='cat accessories'/><category term='Genesee beer'/><category term='art'/><category 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cubing'/><category term='food'/><category term='suckers'/><category term='diet coke'/><category term='entertainment'/><category term='concerts'/><category term='house'/><category term='joke'/><category term='men'/><category term='dentist'/><category term='Anniversary'/><category term='career'/><category term='more decorating'/><category term='coworker'/><category term='snow'/><category term='New Experience'/><category term='Cleveland'/><category term='clean'/><category term='pumpkin beer'/><category term='money'/><category term='bookworms'/><title type='text'>Just For Fun</title><subtitle type='html'>...Because that's the way we are.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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has come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even begin to think about writing here when I shared so much with my writing partner... who is now gone.  Circe will be greatly missed and my heart breaks for her. She was so full of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Circe! Rest in Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-3895548125679870540?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/3895548125679870540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=3895548125679870540&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/3895548125679870540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/3895548125679870540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/09/ending-in-sad-news.html' title='Ending in Sad News'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-7231464672619380106</id><published>2009-09-02T15:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:26:26.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Surprised</title><content type='html'>Seriously!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.duggarfamily.com/"&gt;Another one!?!?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point (like way before baby 19) don't people decide they've had enough?  Maybe when you're oldest if having a baby and you're gonna be gpa and gma... maybe its time to throw the towel in? I'm just saying... God thinks its ok to use B.C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-7231464672619380106?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/7231464672619380106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=7231464672619380106&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/7231464672619380106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/7231464672619380106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-not-surprised.html' title='I&apos;m Not Surprised'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-8828313095419012922</id><published>2009-07-27T20:31:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:47:24.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some RAGBRAI pictures</title><content type='html'>Hairball performed in one of the pass-thru towns. If you ever get the chance... see them.  What a great show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/Sm5XLhTQj7I/AAAAAAAAA5M/2Wu68-K6KfA/s1600-h/IMG_4708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/Sm5XLhTQj7I/AAAAAAAAA5M/2Wu68-K6KfA/s320/IMG_4708.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363320061674164146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard, Me, Sheri and John after we'd finished 7 days of RAGBRAI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/Sm5XLDXQz4I/AAAAAAAAA5E/YZjW7RVpk2M/s1600-h/IMG_4770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/Sm5XLDXQz4I/AAAAAAAAA5E/YZjW7RVpk2M/s320/IMG_4770.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363320053637894018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Sal SO happy that the week has ended. We successfully rode the 442 miles, dipped our tires and now taking our aching legs back to the bus/Coach.  This was the first time i'd ridden with Sal... what a hoot! He's from New York and has that sassy New Yorker attitude. LOVE IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/Sm5XKurTlWI/AAAAAAAAA48/eLt4AWytCO0/s1600-h/IMG_4768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/Sm5XKurTlWI/AAAAAAAAA48/eLt4AWytCO0/s320/IMG_4768.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363320048084817250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group, including Larry and Troy (our drivers).  We wouldn't have made it without those guys driving the bus and Coach every morning to our next overnight town, setting up and getting ready for us when we pedaled into town. Then tearing it all down the next morning and moving to the next town in time to be ready for us when we pedaled in again. They made it all so much easier!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/Sm5VlpTAmhI/AAAAAAAAA40/JkRBRpfcgDA/s1600-h/IMG_4763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/Sm5VlpTAmhI/AAAAAAAAA40/JkRBRpfcgDA/s320/IMG_4763.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363318311473945106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the &lt;strong&gt;many &lt;/strong&gt;HELL hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/Sm5VlCXmF-I/AAAAAAAAA4s/f1Ye6bIxfW8/s1600-h/IMG_4738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/Sm5VlCXmF-I/AAAAAAAAA4s/f1Ye6bIxfW8/s320/IMG_4738.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363318301024196578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bikes all lined up nice &amp; neat... ready to roll out the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/Sm5Vk7-DPYI/AAAAAAAAA4k/CVIAfk_yNcw/s1600-h/IMG_4592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/Sm5Vk7-DPYI/AAAAAAAAA4k/CVIAfk_yNcw/s320/IMG_4592.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363318299306442114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Mac enjoying the expo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/Sm5VkuQWpkI/AAAAAAAAA4c/eZlAV2mWcyc/s1600-h/IMG_4573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/Sm5VkuQWpkI/AAAAAAAAA4c/eZlAV2mWcyc/s320/IMG_4573.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363318295625115202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cycling club, &lt;em&gt;Blood, Sweat &amp; Gears&lt;/em&gt;, on the morning of the first day of RAGBRAI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/Sm5VkV_4zdI/AAAAAAAAA4U/UgutWb52C1M/s1600-h/IMG_4609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/Sm5VkV_4zdI/AAAAAAAAA4U/UgutWb52C1M/s320/IMG_4609.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363318289113599442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-8828313095419012922?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/8828313095419012922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=8828313095419012922&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/8828313095419012922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/8828313095419012922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-ragbrai-pictures.html' title='Some RAGBRAI pictures'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/Sm5XLhTQj7I/AAAAAAAAA5M/2Wu68-K6KfA/s72-c/IMG_4708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-3619665489169000082</id><published>2009-07-23T19:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T19:51:15.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RAGBRAI</title><content type='html'>We just completed our 5th day of RAGBRAI and I'm happy to report all is well!  Everyone on our team (of 12 this year!) is injury free and recovering from all aches and pains from sitting hours on end on that little sliver of a seat and pedaling up one side of the mountains and pedaling even faster down the other side.... to get a head start on the next one!  The next two days will be relatively flat in comparison to what we've done the past few days and on the final day we begin to dive downwards... to dip our tire in the river. I'll have pics soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-3619665489169000082?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/3619665489169000082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=3619665489169000082&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/3619665489169000082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/3619665489169000082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/07/ragbrai.html' title='RAGBRAI'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-7579344591417022503</id><published>2009-07-21T23:03:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:26:33.886-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fav cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toxic mothers'/><title type='text'>Just Cuz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/Smi5XePlkmI/AAAAAAAABFg/qGWtNxaynwk/s1600-h/gaze+ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/Smi5XePlkmI/AAAAAAAABFg/qGWtNxaynwk/s200/gaze+ball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361739169291145826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, it was one hectic week during cousin Ron's visit. Hectic but enjoyable. Sis and I shared him with his spending most days with us and every night with her clan. We had a cookout, a small dinner party and also treated him to the best steakhouse in town. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TBC &lt;/span&gt;helped tremendously with the hosting and yes, he did show him where Twister was filmed! We pretty much spoiled him rotten but if any man deserves it, he does. I knew my aunt was a BITCH but after things he told us, I was ready to race to California and cheerfully ring her scrawny worthless little neck myself. How he didn't become a serial killer after her abusive treatment of him during his childhood is beyond me. And while I don't necessarily mean physical abuse, she inflicted enough pain, suffering, and humiliation complete with permanent mental scars to last more than one lifetime. I realize I am hearing his side, but you must understand I have seen her in action throughout the years during visits and heard enough stories from my mom to know these are not exaggerated fabrications. Were that it was. Anywho, for two solid days we doggedly poured through old picture albums that he brought along. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mz MotheroftheYear&lt;/span&gt; saved everything. And I do mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything!!!&lt;/span&gt; She even had old grade school report cards and old picture IDs from every company she ever worked for. And enough pics of her to choke a horse. Course, she thought she was a seductive hottie, and while she was attractive, I wouldn't call her a great beauty by any stretch of the imagination. Sheesh! Ron, on the other hand, is one handsome guy. Must take after his dad. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*snicker*&lt;/span&gt; And that's a whole &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; can of worms we won't even get into. After all the rectangular perusing, we hit the genealogy packets in our possession and that helped determine who some of the ancient, nameless faces were. Without boring you to total tears, our grandmother's side came over from Denmark in the mid-1800s while our grandfather's side came from Wales in 1659! They were practically on board with the first Pilgrims and/or Puritans. I had no idea the fam went back that far. On my dad's side, I'm clueless in terms of dates but I know they were from England and Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much describes the highlights of his visit. I think it was 2001 the last time either of us saw him so it had been awhile and he had never come out this way. I guess it's all about the wife's family at his house because except for sis and I, there is NO contact with our other cousins (I think they're in Michigan) and with his being an only child, he feels outnumbered and voiceless. Hopefully, he felt loved and cherished amid his adoring (transplanted) Okie relatives. :)   Three cheers for cousins!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-7579344591417022503?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/7579344591417022503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=7579344591417022503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/7579344591417022503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/7579344591417022503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-cuz.html' title='Just Cuz'/><author><name>Circe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075651862143388644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/Sjb9bGMxjCI/AAAAAAAABEo/IS-0zgjIMIY/S220/bluegreen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/Smi5XePlkmI/AAAAAAAABFg/qGWtNxaynwk/s72-c/gaze+ball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-5329399073808543073</id><published>2009-07-15T15:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T15:53:37.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fact</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Hooters&lt;/em&gt; wings stop tasting good when a man becomes the father...of a daughter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-5329399073808543073?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/5329399073808543073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=5329399073808543073&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/5329399073808543073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/5329399073808543073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/07/fact.html' title='Fact'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-6717122724037368881</id><published>2009-07-07T22:32:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:35:57.832-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beef'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogaversaries'/><title type='text'>How Now Brown Cow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SlQa0cQ_JnI/AAAAAAAABFQ/N9d5LlCzelU/s1600-h/boy+george.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SlQa0cQ_JnI/AAAAAAAABFQ/N9d5LlCzelU/s320/boy+george.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355935345093322354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After many months of the caring and feeding of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy George&lt;/span&gt; (I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; clue why &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TBC &lt;/span&gt;named him that. Does he look like a "Boy George" to you?), we recently had him sent to the er, well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you know&lt;/span&gt; and he has morphed into tasty steaks, roasts and hamburger. Yum! Thankfully, I did not get to know him on a personal basis and am able to partake of his bovine goodness with nary a tear. He was an attractive steer--part Texas longhorn and part Mexican longhorn--as you can see in the pic. This was taken not long after we purchased him though I did not snap anymore to show his growth and downright ornyness. And he was quite orny! If you recall, he and I had one run-in last summer when I was on the riding mower in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;his &lt;/span&gt;pasture and he came trotting up to check me out. I was terrified and screamed bloody murder thus sending our neighbors on both sides scurrying out to see if &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TBC&lt;/span&gt; was beating the crap out of me. I think I may have blogged about it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TBC&lt;/span&gt; kept telling me to just keep going and Mr Steer would run away. He did NOT. However, he did slowly saunter out of my way but not in a scared manner whatsoever. I continued my mowing but kept a watchful eye on him and never did attempt mowing in his territory again. Anyway, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TBC&lt;/span&gt; bought him for the sole purpose of future meat in our freezer and frankly my dears, this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; Oklahoma and we eat meat out here in the wild west.  Circe Carnivore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fav cousin, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ron&lt;/span&gt;, is coming to visit this weekend from California and sis and I could not be more excited. He will only stay from Sat-Thurs but hopefully it will be a wonderful visit. Two cookouts complete with extra relatives are planned not to mention a boat ride on the lake thanks to "K". He'll also get the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grand Toure&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Podunkville &lt;/span&gt;though I'm scratching my head what that will entail. There just ain't that much to see 'round these here parts. Oil wells? Flat plains? Um, the place they filmed the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twister&lt;/span&gt; (which is very close to us)? Guess we'll play that by ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our main bathroom renovation is thankfully 95% complete. It's got a brand new bathtub, tile, walls, paint, floor, window, fixtures, etc. The toilet was replaced not that long ago and for now the vanity was just repainted though that will eventually need replacement. I plan on a beach theme (shock there, eh?) so I just need to pick up a few extra touches. He'll be staying in sis' gorgeous log house so I don't have to gussy up the guest bedroom. I still need to do some major cleaning in the next few days and I'm working on a menu for his gastronomic pleasure. Oh, did I tell you I totally cleaned and rearranged the bedroom? Yeah, Sat morning I was attempting to watch one of my fav shows, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Property Ladder&lt;/span&gt;, when thanks to pouring rain, lightning and thunder, the satellite dish went out. This prompted me to get off my lazy arse and do something I considered doing months ago. There is alot more room with the changes but it's funny how you can clean something thoroughly and no one but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; can really tell the work that went into it. I've also got new drapes ordered from Penneys so it should really look pretty when they arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be remiss not to mention July 6th was our BLOGAVERSARY! Funny I remember the date but not the year. I'm thinking it's our 4th or 5th but I'll need a ruling on that from Mz Kerbear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smooches,&lt;br /&gt;circe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-6717122724037368881?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/6717122724037368881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=6717122724037368881&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/6717122724037368881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/6717122724037368881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-now-brown-cow.html' title='How Now Brown Cow'/><author><name>Circe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075651862143388644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/Sjb9bGMxjCI/AAAAAAAABEo/IS-0zgjIMIY/S220/bluegreen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SlQa0cQ_JnI/AAAAAAAABFQ/N9d5LlCzelU/s72-c/boy+george.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-7635169909453558713</id><published>2009-07-06T21:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:38:41.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gloved One</title><content type='html'>I have to admit that I was a proud owner of Michael Jackson's &lt;em&gt;Thriller&lt;/em&gt; album. I watched his videos over and over on Night Flicks and even cheered on my classmates as the guys moonwalked and tried to dance and move like MJ.  Over the years I fell out of such deep like/love for Michael and it became more of fascination. I was fascinated by the way he changed appearances and his odd/freaky sense of style and hair and makeup and girl voice and the "friends" he chose to keep.  Just all so odd.  Then all the allegations came out.  I watched some of the news during that time and kind of kept up with his story...enough to know he was not convicted. Showing up to court in his PJ's was just so freakin' weird!!! Then dancing on the tops of cars.  What is up with that!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since his death I have become more fascinated with him.  His lack of childhood and desire to recreate one for himself; his brothers and sisters; his drive and desire yet he seemed to not have common sense or awareness. I dont know... but its a sad sad story.  Its heartbreaking that he seemed like such a kind heart, but just going in an entirely wrong direction. May he rest in peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and may his Father STOP seeing all this as a money making opportunity!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-7635169909453558713?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/7635169909453558713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=7635169909453558713&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/7635169909453558713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/7635169909453558713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/07/gloved-one.html' title='The Gloved One'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-1011466207686324714</id><published>2009-06-25T11:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:00:26.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dark Heart</title><content type='html'>awww. How sad! Farrah Fawcett passed away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even sadder is that Rosie O'Donnell is going to have a talk show again!  A radio show on Sirius XM.  I have never been a Rosie fan, but I grew to despise her on &lt;em&gt;The View&lt;/em&gt; and if I never see or hear from her again... thats too soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-1011466207686324714?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/1011466207686324714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=1011466207686324714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/1011466207686324714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/1011466207686324714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/06/dark-heart.html' title='A Dark Heart'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-3041733209684657745</id><published>2009-06-21T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:40:13.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy Fathers Day!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-3041733209684657745?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/3041733209684657745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=3041733209684657745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/3041733209684657745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/3041733209684657745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-1073798946224932839</id><published>2009-06-16T16:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T16:16:46.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mutt and Jeff</title><content type='html'>There is this couple at the gym who absolutely drive me nuts. I detest seeing them walk in the front door. Thank God I am a good 45 minutes into my workout by the time they arrive, so I only have to spend about 15 or 30 minutes scooting around the gym in the opposite direction they are working.  This only works if you are NOT upstairs though. If you're upstairs (where all the ab work is done or any floor exercise routines) there is no place to run...except back downstairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never fails every time I go upstairs, these two nimrods come upstairs to do pullups using the steel support beams. Why the heck they can't use the specially designed equipment downstairs purchased for that very reason, is beyond me!  They come bee-bopping up the stairs giggling like two little school girls (every morning and its too early to be giggling!). Their love pats and banter make you want to barf. "someone is looking pumped this morning" or "give me your all... go!" GAG! Even worse... its an old geezer... about middle 50's and an emotionally weak and def lacking in personality mid to late 40's dude. Yeah, they are both guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I was leaving (OH THANKS HEAVENS BEFORE THEY GOT THERE) to see a ginormous Ford F-350 pull up next to my vehicle. Well try to pull up, back out, try to pull in, back out, try again, etc.  Cram that dang thing into a spot the size of a Mini just so he could get a closer parking spot (HELLO! you're going to the gym!) Who opens the door!?  Old Geezer. What a doofus.   I saw his butt buddy inside so Geezer was late for his sweat session. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you're going to they gym... why the heck must you battle to park so close? Why can't you just freakin' walk!!! Park that thing in BFE where there is room! I'm just saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-1073798946224932839?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/1073798946224932839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=1073798946224932839&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/1073798946224932839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/1073798946224932839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/06/mutt-and-jeff.html' title='Mutt and Jeff'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-8060386826855910244</id><published>2009-06-15T21:04:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:34:00.426-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red watch boxes'/><title type='text'>Dear Mother Nature,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SjcAqKsZjqI/AAAAAAAABFI/PiL4Ks5MTUg/s1600-h/hail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SjcAqKsZjqI/AAAAAAAABFI/PiL4Ks5MTUg/s320/hail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347743806950837922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just what have you got against poor, defenseless Kansas? For countless evenings, I have checked the weather and every single time I view the radar map, Kansas is getting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;severely &lt;/span&gt;pounded by hail, wind, tornados, and pestilence. It's like they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; catch a break! Night after night its 'head for the cellar' time for its weather weary residents. As I type, there are no less than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt; tornado watch boxes which pretty much covers the entire Sunflower State and one of them dips waaaaaay down into Oklahoma's (and Texas') Panhandle. I realize this is Tornado Alley and its late spring but just what kind of dumbass, bone-headed stunt did flat, boring, rectangular Kansas pull to deserve this repeated ass-kicking? You can tell me. I can keep a secret.  ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your friend,&lt;br /&gt;circe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-8060386826855910244?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/8060386826855910244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=8060386826855910244&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/8060386826855910244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/8060386826855910244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-mother-nature.html' title='Dear Mother Nature,'/><author><name>Circe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075651862143388644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/Sjb9bGMxjCI/AAAAAAAABEo/IS-0zgjIMIY/S220/bluegreen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SjcAqKsZjqI/AAAAAAAABFI/PiL4Ks5MTUg/s72-c/hail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-4365932081241040118</id><published>2009-06-06T14:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T15:21:38.800-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='can summer be any busier?'/><title type='text'>Catching My Breath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SirKJH0-NvI/AAAAAAAABDw/jT_ndG340wA/s1600-h/looking+west.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SirKJH0-NvI/AAAAAAAABDw/jT_ndG340wA/s320/looking+west.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344306165897377522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, yeah, I’ve been bad about posting and I humbly apologize. Summer has kicked into full swing and health problems or no, it means busy busy busy! Treatment kicked my butt this past week so I haven’t felt real whoop but I’m coming around and should feel better for the next couple weeks. In the meantime, last weekend I attended &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Relay for Life&lt;/span&gt; on Friday evening and then an all out anniversary bash on Saturday for my sweet niece and her absent hub&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SirMVB-ko8I/AAAAAAAABD4/P2HsQ60PQvw/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SirMVB-ko8I/AAAAAAAABD4/P2HsQ60PQvw/s320/cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344308569508717506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;by. Here’s a pic of the cake her talented mom-in-law made. Half was orange cake and half strawberry and all of it was delicious. Needless to say, I was pooped by the end of the fete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole week has been crazy beginning Monday morning with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TBC&lt;/span&gt; finally going under the knife and getting his rotat&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SirOaLtz59I/AAAAAAAABEY/_s2WP27CAPA/s1600-h/stubbly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SirOaLtz59I/AAAAAAAABEY/_s2WP27CAPA/s320/stubbly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344310857045370834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or cuff operated on. He's needed to have this done for ages. I wanted to outfit the cats (not that they were in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; way helpful) in nurse’s uniforms but settled for a hankie wrapped around their fuzzy little heads. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stubbly&lt;/span&gt; looks more like a chef than charitable healer and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BW &lt;/span&gt;doesn't look all that happy in his new r&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SirNl4GXVNI/AAAAAAAABEA/WMxDSAlTyAs/s1600-h/bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SirNl4GXVNI/AAAAAAAABEA/WMxDSAlTyAs/s320/bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344309958426449106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ole. I didn’t even attempt to tackle &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he Witch Queen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spikey&lt;/span&gt;, for her prerequisite headdress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TBC’s&lt;/span&gt; understandable crankiness and my under&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SirN1mZBbbI/AAAAAAAABEI/9X-vvMuoFBk/s1600-h/car2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SirN1mZBbbI/AAAAAAAABEI/9X-vvMuoFBk/s320/car2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344310228550774194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;theweatherness, it’s been pretty chaotic in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Circeland&lt;/span&gt;. I finally rallied somewhat yesterday enough to make it to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Podunkville’s&lt;/span&gt; annual &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Draggin Grand&lt;/span&gt;. Our group staked out our usual corner and watched the wheels go round and round. Surprisingly, I didn’t par&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SirOJr8a4OI/AAAAAAAABEQ/-bhMtfm6NFI/s1600-h/car1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SirOJr8a4OI/AAAAAAAABEQ/-bhMtfm6NFI/s320/car1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344310573638803682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;take of my usual refreshing repast from my favorite nippy bottle but stuck to soft beverages therefore averting the inevitable brazen flashing and flirty ass-wiggling at the startled drivers. I’m KIDDING! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mz Circe &lt;/span&gt;would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; behave in such an improper and flagrantly unsuitable manner. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*takes ladylike sip of brewed English tea*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis, hub, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TBC &lt;/span&gt;and I had tickets to see the Eagles cover band, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hotel California,&lt;/span&gt; following the car promenade but since &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TBC &lt;/span&gt;was not up to &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SirOo0OAtFI/AAAAAAAABEg/uwnf61aGS34/s1600-h/HC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SirOo0OAtFI/AAAAAAAABEg/uwnf61aGS34/s320/HC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344311108436014162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all the festivities and stayed home, I recruited &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“S” &lt;/span&gt;to be my date for the show. Though they looked rode hard and put up wet, (I imagine the real Eagles do too) the group sang and played with remarkable likeness and the colorful lighting used was first rate. My only complaint (and I’ve remarked on this problem before) is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Podunkville&lt;/span&gt; just doesn’t know how to let their hair down and get up and BOOGIE. Come on, people! Beer was prominently for sale (admittedly, pedestrian Bud and Bud Light), so open those pinched wallets, down a few (bunch) and let your thinning, graying hair down! Let’s par-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tee!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt; Anywho, I’d definitely go see them again but a livelier bunch of fellow concertgoers would be much appreciated. Must I make my own bracing hooch and generously dole it out to get some positive results? Okay then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TBC’s&lt;/span&gt; company picnic and he was to receive a service pin but considering its several hours drive away and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TBC’s&lt;/span&gt; physical status remains ouchy, we are not attending. And you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; those wild hellions will be a-partying hearty. Que sera sera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-4365932081241040118?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/4365932081241040118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=4365932081241040118&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/4365932081241040118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/4365932081241040118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/06/catching-my-breath.html' title='Catching My Breath'/><author><name>Circe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075651862143388644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/Sjb9bGMxjCI/AAAAAAAABEo/IS-0zgjIMIY/S220/bluegreen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SirKJH0-NvI/AAAAAAAABDw/jT_ndG340wA/s72-c/looking+west.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-5150715473905305285</id><published>2009-06-01T13:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:40:44.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Kate</title><content type='html'>I was in the grocery store the other day and on the front of every trash magazine was Jon and/or Kate Gosselin.  Their (truth or not) story is everywhere and it seems to only be getting worse.  Then today (it got worse) there are &lt;a href="http://justjared.buzznet.com/2009/05/31/kate-gosselin-bikini/"&gt;pics of Kate &lt;/a&gt;frolicking on the beach in a bikini... now "they" are making that a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had this horrid thought.  Playboy will make an offer!!! You watch.  She's so damn greedy she'll probably take them up on the offer and pose. *gag*  Who's worse? Octo-mom or Kate!?  She should def be October issue... Halloween... the month of evil people. HA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-5150715473905305285?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/5150715473905305285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=5150715473905305285&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/5150715473905305285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/5150715473905305285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-kate.html' title='Just Kate'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-4837080530605628298</id><published>2009-05-31T15:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T16:44:20.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Me the Muscle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SiL6KZ7oHhI/AAAAAAAAA4M/5ELoictVRg8/s1600-h/IMG_4479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SiL6KZ7oHhI/AAAAAAAAA4M/5ELoictVRg8/s320/IMG_4479.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342107164681444882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to my Bro-N-Law for placing 3rd in his first ever Fitness/Bodybuilding competition!!!  That is fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did I get to watch John compete at the &lt;em&gt;2009 NPC Oklahoma Bodybuilding, Fitness, Figure and Bikini Championships&lt;/em&gt; in Tulsa last night, but several people that workout at my gym plus one of our trainers. Sal looked good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The competition wasn't the only thing to be watching... there was some serious muscle in the audience and I saw a couple of professionals that I see in Flex and Muscle and Fitness magazines.  One of my POWER instructors sat in front of me and we jabbered to catch up on the latest gym gossip and I swear that Kristen's husband was on stage competing.  I never did find her... but I know that was him. She teaches spin at my gym.  OKC rocked the show! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess here in a few months we'll find out if we will be doing this all again! What fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-4837080530605628298?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/4837080530605628298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=4837080530605628298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/4837080530605628298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/4837080530605628298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/05/show-me-muscle.html' title='Show Me the Muscle!'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SiL6KZ7oHhI/AAAAAAAAA4M/5ELoictVRg8/s72-c/IMG_4479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-1532200451907353470</id><published>2009-05-29T13:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:45:15.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Limp Wangers</title><content type='html'>ROFLMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Mens Health magazine, Tulsa, OK ranks #100, one of the Limpest cities.  More men in Tulsa need a little help with their willies. Yep... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 was Boston, MA. The hardest :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-1532200451907353470?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/1532200451907353470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=1532200451907353470&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/1532200451907353470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/1532200451907353470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/05/limp-wangers.html' title='Limp Wangers'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-895514361357567954</id><published>2009-05-28T22:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:26:10.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drop Kate</title><content type='html'>I finally watched (fast forward all the boring crap and watch all the important parts where they fight) &lt;em&gt;Jon &amp; Kate Plus 8&lt;/em&gt; season opener.  I'm still convinced she's a complete bitch and now, more than ever, i'm convinced they are officially seperated if not divorced.  Would not surprise me in the least if it comes out later that they tried to cover it all up and hold it together just to be able to have a dramatic Season 5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can't stand to look at him and he seems completely "let go" of her BS.  It rolls off him like no other... he's checked out. I don't blame him!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd stopped watching the show a long time ago and happened to catch one episode last season and noticed alot of changes; they turned away from each other while in the interview chair, she'd started tanning and lost alot of weight, etc.  THEN it started coming out there was trouble in paradise... so I started recording it and fast forwarding all the cutsie crap and watching the interviews. Yeah, they have been faking it for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon is a nice guy. Poor thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-895514361357567954?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/895514361357567954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=895514361357567954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/895514361357567954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/895514361357567954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/05/drop-kate.html' title='Drop Kate'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-4733460478591138575</id><published>2009-05-21T20:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:44:19.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers</title><content type='html'>Bone asked me about visiting Cheers while we were in Boston. We visited both!  The orginal one that inspired the tv show has several floors, each with a bar and one with a large dining area. The top floor bar is set up like you're on the set. Its pretty fun!  The bartender was awesome and hooked us up with some good drinks.  From the look of the gang that night, its a popular local hangout. Not real touristy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/ShYB818VczI/AAAAAAAAA4E/78o2BaKJkbo/s1600-h/IMG_4197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/ShYB818VczI/AAAAAAAAA4E/78o2BaKJkbo/s320/IMG_4197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338456553078223666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is outside the replica Cheers thats located downtown in the Market area.  It was built to appear like the Cheers you see on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/ShYB8sK75MI/AAAAAAAAA38/RDLbkwfLjUA/s1600-h/DSCN0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/ShYB8sK75MI/AAAAAAAAA38/RDLbkwfLjUA/s320/DSCN0325.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338456550455108802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me going upstairs to another bar area.  The top floor bar was set up like the show and they'd even put up all the production equipment. Spotlights, mics, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/ShYB8SsX6uI/AAAAAAAAA30/rMFrBR5nA5k/s1600-h/IMG_4360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/ShYB8SsX6uI/AAAAAAAAA30/rMFrBR5nA5k/s320/IMG_4360.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338456543616035554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the Original Cheers that inspired the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/ShYB8I17ZUI/AAAAAAAAA3s/y_f3TXNlxlA/s1600-h/IMG_4357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/ShYB8I17ZUI/AAAAAAAAA3s/y_f3TXNlxlA/s320/IMG_4357.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338456540971754818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard with the gang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-4733460478591138575?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/4733460478591138575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=4733460478591138575&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/4733460478591138575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/4733460478591138575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/05/cheers.html' title='Cheers'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/ShYB818VczI/AAAAAAAAA4E/78o2BaKJkbo/s72-c/IMG_4197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-5796576610707936448</id><published>2009-05-17T16:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T16:21:36.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Rules Bostonian Style</title><content type='html'>I've been talking with a friend of mine who just happened to have lived in Boston several years ago.  He worked downtown, not too far from Fenway Park, so he's very well aware of how hellacious the traffic can be. He sent me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Basic rules for driving in Boston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Yes, everything you've heard about driving in Boston is true. If you're from some mild-mannered place like Nebraska, just turn around now - or stick to cabs and the subway!&lt;br /&gt;Some rules: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To obtain a general idea of how to drive in Boston, go to a Celtics game and carefully watch the fast break. Then get behind the wheel of your car and practice it. &lt;br /&gt;Never take a green light at face value. Always look right and left before proceeding. &lt;br /&gt;When in doubt, accelerate. &lt;br /&gt;Very generally speaking, the intransigence of the Boston driveris directly proportional to the expense of his American-made car, and inversely proportional to the expense of his foreign-made car. But in applying this formula, bear in mind that they are all more or less intransigent. &lt;br /&gt;In the long run, parking your car in a lot is always cheaper than parking it at a meter. &lt;br /&gt;Drivers whose cars sport "I Brake For Animals" bumper stickers may brake for animals, but they may not brake for you. Watch it. &lt;br /&gt;Never drive behind a person whose head doesn't reach the top of the steering wheel. &lt;br /&gt;Teenage drivers believe they are immortal. Don't yield to the temptation to teach them otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;Taxicabs should always have the right of way, unless you are bent on suicide. &lt;br /&gt;Never, ever, stop for a pedestrian unless he flings himself under the wheels of your car. &lt;br /&gt;The first parking space you see will be the last parking space you see. Grab it. &lt;br /&gt;Learn to swerve abruptly. Boston is the home of slalom driving, thanks to the Registry of Motor Vehicles, which puts potholes in key locations to test drivers' reflexes and keep them on their toes. &lt;br /&gt;Steer clear of people with antinuclear bumper stickers pasted on their cars. They are interested in preserving mankind, which is admirable. But they are not necessarily interested in preserving you, or themselves, for that matter. They have more important things to think about. &lt;br /&gt;Never get in the way of a car that needs extensive body work. &lt;br /&gt;Double-park in the North End of Boston, unless triple-parking is available. &lt;br /&gt;Always look both ways when running a red light. &lt;br /&gt;While it is possible to fit a 15-foot car into a 15-foot parking space, it is seldom possible to fit a 16-foot car into a 15-foot parking space. Sad but true. &lt;br /&gt;There is no such thing as a short cut during rush-hour traffic in Boston. &lt;br /&gt;It is traditional in Boston to honk your horn at cars that don't move the instant the light changes. &lt;br /&gt;Never put your faith in signs that purport to provide directions. They are put there to confuse people who don't know their way around the city. &lt;br /&gt;Use extreme caution when pulling into breakdown lanes. Breakdown lanes are not for breaking down, but for speeding, especially during rush hour. &lt;br /&gt;Never use directional signals, since they only confound and distract other Boston drivers, who are not used to them. &lt;br /&gt;Similarly, never attempt to give hand signals, Boston drivers, unused to such courtesies, will think you are waving them on to pass you. &lt;br /&gt;The yellow light is not, as commonly supposed outside the Boston area, a signal to slow down. It is a warning to speed up and get through the intersection before the light turns red. &lt;br /&gt;Never pass on the left when you can pass on the right. &lt;br /&gt;In making a left turn from the right lane, employ the element of surprise. That is, do it as suddenly as possible, so as to stun other drivers. &lt;br /&gt;Speed limits are arbitrary figures posted only to make you feel guilty. &lt;br /&gt;Whenever possible, stop in the middle of a crosswalk to insure inconveniencing as many pedestrians as possible. &lt;br /&gt;Remember that the goal of every Boston driver is to get there first by whatever means necessary. &lt;br /&gt;Above all, keep moving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And good luck. You'll need it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all so true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-5796576610707936448?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/5796576610707936448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=5796576610707936448&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/5796576610707936448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/5796576610707936448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/05/driving-rules-bostonian-style.html' title='Driving Rules Bostonian Style'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-4571380013369241738</id><published>2009-05-12T13:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:49:06.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the Bostonians</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had SO much on your mind and so many posts going through your head... that you can't write about any of it? I think its mental overload... and i'm having it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got back from Boston. Or, Bahston as they say, and it was amazing! The traffic is treacherous. Once we made it to our newly kabillion dollar remodeled hotel, we had the valet take the car and told him we didn't want to see it again until we left for the airport!  We'll walk. It is a "walking city", isnt it!?  We walked all the way from the North to the South and walked figure 8's from East to West. What i'm saying is... we covered it all. Twice!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part was the Boston Common. Absolutely beautiful!  People were out for a run or walking the dog, painting pictures, taking the school kids on outings. Everyone is so laid back and relaxed. Loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a great time at the RedSox game. Now that is a ballpark!  What you don't see from looking at the grandstands, is the city underneath.  It is literally like a whole other world taking place at your feet.  Food and drink stands, vendors selling shirts and hats and any other kind of souvenir you can think of. It's crazy!  Fun kind of crazy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SgnESe4UwJI/AAAAAAAAA3k/SjFzmQstb6w/s1600-h/IMG_4253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SgnESe4UwJI/AAAAAAAAA3k/SjFzmQstb6w/s320/IMG_4253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335011055403057298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SgnESK_UWrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/iQZBaHkX7aY/s1600-h/IMG_4260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SgnESK_UWrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/iQZBaHkX7aY/s320/IMG_4260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335011050063682226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SgnERigfUmI/AAAAAAAAA3U/lGWiS4uoXsw/s1600-h/IMG_4258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SgnERigfUmI/AAAAAAAAA3U/lGWiS4uoXsw/s320/IMG_4258.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335011039196959330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SgnERdIzQMI/AAAAAAAAA3M/wxgj_kngYB4/s1600-h/DSCN0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SgnERdIzQMI/AAAAAAAAA3M/wxgj_kngYB4/s320/DSCN0251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335011037755424962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SgnEQxSMNxI/AAAAAAAAA3E/dwfvotum3HA/s1600-h/DSCN0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SgnEQxSMNxI/AAAAAAAAA3E/dwfvotum3HA/s320/DSCN0250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335011025983649554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-4571380013369241738?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/4571380013369241738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=4571380013369241738&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/4571380013369241738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/4571380013369241738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/05/return-of-bostonians.html' title='Return of the Bostonians'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SgnESe4UwJI/AAAAAAAAA3k/SjFzmQstb6w/s72-c/IMG_4253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-5474342206393825681</id><published>2009-05-11T13:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:17:26.089-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whiff of spring'/><title type='text'>Scentsational</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/Sghrk5F8YqI/AAAAAAAABDo/1gBD7RULCfk/s1600-h/asian+products.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/Sghrk5F8YqI/AAAAAAAABDo/1gBD7RULCfk/s320/asian+products.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334632040165565090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After looking high and low, I found some Asian-inspired spa treatment items called Ming Palace (on clearance) at Pier One and after adding some river pebbles and an exotic Asian basket, put together a lovely decorative bathroom accessory shown here. This is strictly for looks but I’m now wishing I had bought duplicates because the temptation to use them is driving me crazy!  (Ok, temptation got the better of me and I tried the salt scrub last night; yes, it felt wonderful). Things are coming together &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slowly&lt;/span&gt; in my quest for Oriental items but I’m taking it in stride. I even have a second decorating project soon to start. Our ‘blue’ bathroom is being totally redone and I’m thinking a beach theme would look stunning in there. Can you tell I’m not a native Okie? *lol* I practically have a shrine to Cape Hatteras lighthouse in the living room, my study is even more so, and now the blue bathroom will change to beach scenes, preferably OBX, with shell accessories. The guest bedroom is mostly nautical and swerving in a diametrically opposite direction is the master bedroom—a serene Asian hideaway meant to replenish and restore the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To save a little cash, I recently purchased my depleted scented smoothing requirements at Wally World. They actually have a pretty decent selection from which I added these to my collection: Warm Sunshine body creme, Vanilla Buttercream body creme, Vanilla Raspberry body lotion (a bigger version; the last one was purse size.) Ah Vanilla and I, a match made in heaven! Also, Sweet Petals body creme, and a potent trio (kinda like the Charlie’s Angels of the smelly potion set) consisting of body wash, body lotion, body mist, and a handy dandy cute little yellow net sponge smelling of Papaya and Orange Blossom. Can’t wait till &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TBC&lt;/span&gt; gets a whiff of that one. I should be set for a few months now.  ; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-5474342206393825681?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/5474342206393825681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=5474342206393825681&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/5474342206393825681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/5474342206393825681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/05/scentsational.html' title='Scentsational'/><author><name>Circe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075651862143388644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/Sjb9bGMxjCI/AAAAAAAABEo/IS-0zgjIMIY/S220/bluegreen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/Sghrk5F8YqI/AAAAAAAABDo/1gBD7RULCfk/s72-c/asian+products.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-4913467537695507105</id><published>2009-05-10T22:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:17:26.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Sucks Donkey Balls</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHA   Some people are just idiots. HAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-4913467537695507105?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/4913467537695507105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=4913467537695507105&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/4913467537695507105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/4913467537695507105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/05/pink-sucks-donkey-balls.html' title='Pink Sucks Donkey Balls'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-3449599190371683815</id><published>2009-05-04T22:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:40:43.452-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love lights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plant city'/><title type='text'>Lo(wes) &amp; Behold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/Sf-yKdqq5HI/AAAAAAAABDg/zMuaVXJah_o/s1600-h/light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/Sf-yKdqq5HI/AAAAAAAABDg/zMuaVXJah_o/s320/light.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332176376661992562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Besides busily organizing my vast eclectic collection of personally burned fav music CDs, these past few weeks I've spent sprucing up the great outdoors, particularly the patio area and I have spent an inordinate amount of time at our friendly neighborhood Lowes. Having never had the time to take much of an interest in yard work, I've really made up for it by picking out a few things to make the place prettier. In no particular order of purchase there are now Azalea bushes in several colors adjacent to a wood fence near the patio, four more rose bushes displaying the colors of yellow, medium pink, and two lovely pale pinks. We won’t even get into how I’ve neglected my original three (a climbing red, a climbing pink, and a peachy-coral stunner) what with my never bothering to prune, water or take basic rose care needs. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m a notoriously bad rosebush mother. &lt;/span&gt;However, I attempted some much needed trimming and am hoping for a rallying in their thorny ranks. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TBC&lt;/span&gt; fixed the decrepit twin flower beds in the front yard and I purchased gorgeous &lt;a href="http://henryfields.com/product.asp?pn=08959&amp;amp;sid=607443&amp;amp;eid=p_08959&amp;amp;bhcd2=1241492710"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Butterfly Blue Pincushion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; perennials to add a pop of much needed color. Sis gave me a diminutive walnut tree and I promptly plopped him in one the many new planters I bought. He joins several baby maple trees also enjoying potted glory. Lord knows I need yet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;maple tree. I have one in the bedroom which I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reaaaally&lt;/span&gt; hoping is a red maple and not another silver maple that we have all over the freeking place. Did I tell you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TBC&lt;/span&gt; surprised me with two real palms which now grace the back entryway next to the sliding glass doors and in front of a window in the bedroom? They are doing great! I had planned to purchase two fake trees but the price was prohibitive. These twin babies set us back a whopping 12 bucks apiece. Quite a difference as the pseudo palms were over $65. I thought our tree shopping was over for this season but thanks to all the rain we’ve had this week and the generous gardening gods, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TBC&lt;/span&gt; surprised me and brought home a Globe Willow tree yesterday. It was originally $23 and he got it for $6. Alrighty then. We remain unsure as to its outdoor placement so for the moment it's patiently perched near the entrance. I dare not forget to mention the herbs and assorted plants that join our growing leafy family—a small Schefflera, a tasteful mix of exotic plants in an Asian looking (couldn't resist) planter, sage, chives and parsley. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TBC&lt;/span&gt; has several others he transplanted to the garden but mine are playing lookout on the kitchen windowsill and bistro table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to living green goodness, I’m a sucker for solar lights and we moved the four ground ones from standing point around the patio to lighting the short brick walkway &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TBC&lt;/span&gt; built leading to the wine/storm cellar. I also wanted some tall ones so I purchased a shepherds rod with three arms and another four ground luminary set from which I snagged three to hang on the patio rod and transformed the short poles into one long pole and hung the last light on it and stuck it next to a maple tree in front much to the Butterfly Blue Pincushions delight. To make all the lovely changes even closer to perfection, I still require a firepit, gazing ball, Japanese lanterns and new patio furniture. Yeah, I’ve been busy. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-3449599190371683815?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/3449599190371683815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=3449599190371683815&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/3449599190371683815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/3449599190371683815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/05/lowes-behold.html' title='Lo(wes) &amp; Behold'/><author><name>Circe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075651862143388644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/Sjb9bGMxjCI/AAAAAAAABEo/IS-0zgjIMIY/S220/bluegreen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/Sf-yKdqq5HI/AAAAAAAABDg/zMuaVXJah_o/s72-c/light.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-3379572315761094439</id><published>2009-04-19T00:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:27:26.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Unintentionally Hilarious Spam Subject Lines | Cracked.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='width: 300px; max-height: 234px; padding: 8px; margin: 0 auto auto 2px; overflow-y: auto;'&gt;&lt;div style='float: right; width: 113px; height: 100px; padding: 0; margin: 0;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://cracked.share-server.com/view/content/c49eaa66-2ca2-11de-1d81-d9552f04950f'&gt;&lt;img src='http://share-server.com/view/post/c49eaa66-2ca2-11de-1d81-d9552f04950f'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='font: 12px Tahoma; color: #2f2f2f; padding: 0; margin: 0 123px 0 0;'&gt;If you want a perfect demonstration of the '1,000 typing monkeys accidentally creating a masterpiece' phenomenon, look no further than your spam subject lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jumbled mash of nonsense spam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='font: 11px Tahoma;padding: 0; margin: 8px 0;'&gt;&lt;a style='color: #005cff;' href='http://cracked.share-server.com/view/content/c49eaa66-2ca2-11de-1d81-d9552f04950f'&gt;View &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/a&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/31704648-3379572315761094439?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/3379572315761094439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=3379572315761094439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/3379572315761094439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/3379572315761094439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/04/100-unintentionally-hilarious-spam.html' title='100 Unintentionally Hilarious Spam Subject Lines | Cracked.com'/><author><name>Circe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075651862143388644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/Sjb9bGMxjCI/AAAAAAAABEo/IS-0zgjIMIY/S220/bluegreen.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-8292074673945211114</id><published>2009-04-16T15:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:32:15.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>shhhhh....</title><content type='html'>Today... I have a secret!!! I can't share it until later but C is gonna be so excited!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-8292074673945211114?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/8292074673945211114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=8292074673945211114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/8292074673945211114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/8292074673945211114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/04/shhhhh.html' title='shhhhh....'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-564641418854663805</id><published>2009-04-13T14:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:24:20.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And Baby Makes 19... 20....21...</title><content type='html'>I guess it was only a matter of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/duggars_grandchild"&gt;Duggar's are going to become grandparents &lt;/a&gt;plus it seems the new parents-to-be are adopting the ol "leave the birthin babies up to God" attitude.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh good grief. I'm sure they are all such very nice people... but enough is enough!  God gave us brains for a reason and he gave us medical intervention for a reason. To be used!  Pop a pill girl. Tell new hubby 3 or 4 is your max! Kids need their parents, not a buddy system where you're raised primarily by an older sibling.  Thats just wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-564641418854663805?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/564641418854663805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=564641418854663805&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/564641418854663805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/564641418854663805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-baby-makes-19-2021.html' title='And Baby Makes 19... 20....21...'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-9002140906129247747</id><published>2009-04-06T20:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:24:49.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve-Omania!</title><content type='html'>I am so impressed with Steve-O on &lt;em&gt;Dancing with the Stars&lt;/em&gt;. Have y'all been watching?  He and Lacey haven't scored big, but he's been sticking with it and really trying. Tonights dance... well I would have never guessed he had &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt; in him!  It was not goofy or stupid like &lt;em&gt;Jackass&lt;/em&gt;.  He was graceful and precise and all those things a ballroom dancer must be.  He cleans up pretty good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they go far...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-9002140906129247747?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/9002140906129247747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=9002140906129247747&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/9002140906129247747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/9002140906129247747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/04/steve-omania.html' title='Steve-Omania!'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-8394112841173765766</id><published>2009-04-01T09:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:05:07.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Billy, but Holly</title><content type='html'>What the heck is up with &lt;a href="http://www.hollymadison.com/"&gt;Holly Madison&lt;/a&gt;!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no big secret that I think Shawn Johnson is as cute as they come... so for the first time ever I've been watching &lt;em&gt;Dancing with the Stars&lt;/em&gt;. Holly is also on this seasons show... complete with her hallow head and zero personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched her in &lt;em&gt;Girls Next Door &lt;/em&gt;and she seemed more intelligent and aware. Until the last few episodes (months) of their run.  You could tell when she mentally had checked out of her relationship with Hef and really wanted the show just to hurry and end. She never smiled and rarely spoke. She had this bitchy empty look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see now.. that's her!  On DWTS last night she took stabs at herself and talked about how she deserved nothing and thought her score was too high (high!??! you got like 12 out of 30!!) She never smiled and seemed on the edge of tears each time the camera even swung her way.  Her dance was less than enthusiastic. You can obviously tell she's never exercised a day in her life. She acted like it might kill her if she moved too quickly or broke a sweat.  What is her deal!?  I dont remember this Holly a few years back.  Old age creeping in or what?!?! She's only like 28 or something. With that sparkling personality...she's going to starve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Bridget and Kendra on the other hand... those girls got sparkle! hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-8394112841173765766?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/8394112841173765766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=8394112841173765766&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/8394112841173765766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/8394112841173765766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-billy-but-holly.html' title='Not Billy, but Holly'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-325990113115371274</id><published>2009-03-31T23:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:35:32.239-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skank city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alternate careers'/><title type='text'>Skank College</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SdLqm2gvxjI/AAAAAAAABDY/qwLnNVGBVtY/s1600-h/college.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SdLqm2gvxjI/AAAAAAAABDY/qwLnNVGBVtY/s320/college.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319572063066768946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At least seven commercials for various alternates to pursuing a traditional college career are run during the daytime TV judge shows. One of the most annoying is Everett Institute where the young gangbanger looking guy tries to shame the viewer into getting his/her lazy arse off the couch, showing some initiative dammit, and making that call! Rather than dashing to the phone, I just want to throw a frosty beverage at him as the commercial ends and he disgustedly walks away. He &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt; deep down in his heart that we stubborn sloths ain't gonna take his advice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the one I most enjoy making fun of is what I affectionately refer to as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Skank College&lt;/span&gt; aka &lt;a href="http://www.education-for-careers.com/Education-Programs/Career-Point.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Career Point Institute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Their commercials run ALL the frickin time and their biggest selling point is their daycare facilities. This place seems to cater to the single gals with multiple children thanks to what I can only assume was their former wild hussy ways. Let’s discuss the gals they use to sell their school. My personal favs were a few earlier ones that ran where the very pretty fluffhead sweetly informed us she had two kids and was fresh out of high school. Say that again? How did this airhead ever manage to attend classes let alone graduate what with morning sickness, swollen feet, and endless hospital stays while popping kids out every semester? Another freshfaced, befreckled pup with messy, long reddish hair who didn’t look a day over 12 also blithely informed us she had children (plural) and couldn’t exactly haul them to a regular college, could she? She was thrilled beyond words that this joint offered daycare. They quit running these ads but the newer ones aren’t much better. They have slightly upgraded the females used to showcase their institute but they just had to keep one scuzzball to appeal to their target audience. She has messy blonde hair, obvious chin zits (all the others have had clear skin, by golly) and two adorable kiddos shown having a blast at the daycare center. Geez. Now I’ll all for learning skills that will help one make a better life for themselves and their children but IMHO they need to feature some gals that put forth a more positive personal image and turn the skank level down a few notches. Just sayin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-325990113115371274?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/325990113115371274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=325990113115371274&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/325990113115371274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/325990113115371274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/03/skank-college.html' title='Skank College'/><author><name>Circe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075651862143388644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/Sjb9bGMxjCI/AAAAAAAABEo/IS-0zgjIMIY/S220/bluegreen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SdLqm2gvxjI/AAAAAAAABDY/qwLnNVGBVtY/s72-c/college.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-5706443683117398269</id><published>2009-03-30T20:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:54:07.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Come HIther</title><content type='html'>Well, I was feeling a little sassy tonight and had (still do) alot of pinned up energy. I haven't been able to hit the gym in a week because i've been hackin up lungs with this bronchitis!  Anyways, the phone rang and some sweet, &lt;em&gt;come F me &lt;/em&gt;voice ask for Mr. Kerry. uh huh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;He's unavailable right now. Can I take a message?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come F me: &lt;strong&gt;Is this Mrs Kerry? Can I talk with you instead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me thinking: Well hell ya! You better start talking you sweet little come F me voice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come F me: &lt;strong&gt;This is Suzie Q with blah blah college (his alma mater) and we're doing annual tuition donation drive for new students trying to help new enrollees with expenses and we see that Mr Kerry has donated in the past and we'd like to see if he would like to give this year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  &lt;em&gt;HE HAS!?!? I didn't know we were donating!?!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the silence. lol  She pauses, obviously not sure if she is in trouble or if Mr Kerry is in trouble or how to approach this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come F me: &lt;strong&gt;Yes, um would YOU like to donate?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;I really think its best if we talk to Mr Kerry first and see how he'd like to handle this.  I wasn't aware of any donations but that doesn't mean anything and so I'd like to talk to him first&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's still using her sexy Come F me voice but in a much more cautious tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come F me: &lt;strong&gt;I can do this for you. I can send you a donation postcard and there is absolutely no obligation. You can talk to him about it and make a donation if you'd like. There is no obligation (got it the first time) and if you choose not to donate then simply throw it away. Would that be ok? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course its ok.  *giggle* I seriously didn't know he'd donated and for all I know it was eons ago and unless it dipped into my shopping fund, I really don't care. UNLESS he didn't turn it in as a deduction on our taxes. THEN he's in trubble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sounded about 14.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-5706443683117398269?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/5706443683117398269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=5706443683117398269&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/5706443683117398269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/5706443683117398269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/03/come-hither.html' title='Come HIther'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-3239588460395248553</id><published>2009-03-25T21:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:36:39.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Little Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Prayers for Stellan" src="http://www.preshwebdesign.com/images/stellanprayers.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine sent me the link to this blog and I got to reading. She has the most precious baby... who is so sick. He's a cutie patootie and if I could have one wish come true... I'd wish that all children were sick-free! It's just so sad when such a little tyke has to suffer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kisses* to him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-3239588460395248553?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/3239588460395248553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=3239588460395248553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/3239588460395248553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/3239588460395248553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/03/poor-little-guy.html' title='Poor Little Guy'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-5014450784100813502</id><published>2009-03-24T23:33:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:22:36.012-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more than you wanted to know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m so flawed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divulging info'/><title type='text'>MeMeMe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/Scm2zgOkaqI/AAAAAAAABDQ/SJ3uDznEXyA/s1600-h/bluegreen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/Scm2zgOkaqI/AAAAAAAABDQ/SJ3uDznEXyA/s320/bluegreen.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316981831028206242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Borrowed from &lt;a href="http://littlenibbler.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bone’s blog&lt;/a&gt; who borrowed it from someone else:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt;...trying to stay optimistic and positive though it’s not always easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I think&lt;/span&gt;...entirely too much and tie myself up in knots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I know&lt;/span&gt;...all the characters in the Star Wars novels but some better than others. Sad, isn’t it?  I love &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grand_Admiral_Thrawn"&gt;Grand Admiral Thrawn&lt;/a&gt;. Something about intelligence, immense power, and unusual &lt;a href="http://www.petroglyphgames.com/forums/uploads/1166149253/gallery_340_5_11719.jpg"&gt;blue skin&lt;/a&gt; makes for a complete turn-on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I want&lt;/span&gt;...to feel normal again and I’m getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I have&lt;/span&gt;...friends, family and a shared blog. Sounds good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I wish&lt;/span&gt;...All of us got three do-overs in life. The changes I would make! If wishes were horses…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate&lt;/span&gt;...mooches, users, conflict, deceit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I miss&lt;/span&gt;...traveling. Hopefully this is a temporary situation because I am not finished visiting resorts on tropical beaches, OBX, or my hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I fear&lt;/span&gt;...pain and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I feel&lt;/span&gt;...hope mixed with a humbling dose of reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I hear&lt;/span&gt;...my laptop humming, an occasional car go by and wishing I’d hear the train whistle in the distance. Have I told you lately how much I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; trains?  Short of an actual train running through my backyard, I’d settle for real train tracks just for the illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I smell&lt;/span&gt;...like Skunk’s Ass. Well, I have been using Mango Mandarin on my hands tonight and I’m trying to remember which body wash I used last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I regret&lt;/span&gt;...quite a bit from the past. Foolish things I’ve done. Being more passive than I should have been. Not taking enough chances. How long do you want this list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I love&lt;/span&gt;...organizing things. Have you seen my closet? Totally organized with clothes in rotation so items aren’t overlooked or worn repeatedly. And let’s not forget the toenail polish colors I have lined up for each month of the year. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seriously.&lt;/span&gt; I’m a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tad &lt;/span&gt;compulsive about a few things and I do get caught up in minutia but I love details and working things out in advance so life runs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ohsomuch&lt;/span&gt; smoother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I care&lt;/span&gt;...about a lot of things. I’m a softie inside and I truly hate hurting anyone’s feelings though you can’t always tell it in my posts. And I’m an excellent empathizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I always&lt;/span&gt;...make lists and write in my planner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I am not&lt;/span&gt;...a fly by the seat of the pants person. I want planning and organization thank you! And I’m not creative and I wish I thought out of the box more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I believe&lt;/span&gt;...in being thankful for each day of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I dance&lt;/span&gt;...in the privacy of my room when a song is playing that compels me to jump up and boogie. And I’m a constant toe-tapper. If there is a song on anywhere with a compelling beat, I’m wriggling in my chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I sing&lt;/span&gt;...along with songs but though I can carry a tune I have very little range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I write&lt;/span&gt;...because I enjoy it. The downside to blogging is a lot that happens becomes possible blog fodder. I’m forever thinking of topics in my head for future use. Few are exempt so beware all who cross our paths. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I win&lt;/span&gt;...at spelling. And writing essays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I lose&lt;/span&gt;...my temper quickly but I’m over it just as quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I never&lt;/span&gt;...take bubble baths anymore as I prefer hot showers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I listen&lt;/span&gt;...fairly well though there is room for improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I can usually be found&lt;/span&gt;...with my nose in a book. Or on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I am scared of&lt;/span&gt;...mice, not that I’ve seen any in the house lately. And tornados. We just had a tornado watch again last night till midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I read&lt;/span&gt;...all the time. I have at least two or three books going at once. Nothing makes me happier than seeing a large pile of books lined up for future perusal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I forget&lt;/span&gt;...a lot. Sometimes that’s a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I just&lt;/span&gt;...sneezed. It’s that time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I am happy about&lt;/span&gt;...warmer weather (minus tornados) though I really did want a nice big snowstorm this winter and didn’t get it. Our blog buddies. You are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;very special to us and we love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;smooches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;circe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-5014450784100813502?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/5014450784100813502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=5014450784100813502&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/5014450784100813502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/5014450784100813502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/03/mememe.html' title='MeMeMe'/><author><name>Circe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075651862143388644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/Sjb9bGMxjCI/AAAAAAAABEo/IS-0zgjIMIY/S220/bluegreen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/Scm2zgOkaqI/AAAAAAAABDQ/SJ3uDznEXyA/s72-c/bluegreen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-2933867253866996956</id><published>2009-03-22T08:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T08:40:47.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Women are like phones:   &lt;br /&gt;They like to be held, talked to, and touched often. &lt;br /&gt;But push the wrong button and your ass is disconnected.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-2933867253866996956?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/2933867253866996956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=2933867253866996956&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/2933867253866996956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/2933867253866996956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/03/deep-thoughts.html' title='Deep Thoughts'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-1047585361373589893</id><published>2009-03-17T23:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:14:49.894-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='houseguests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bookworms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what does a skunk&apos;s butt smell like?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decorating-impaired'/><title type='text'>Skunk Butt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/ScB7cS64fhI/AAAAAAAABDI/18EzFk68L6A/s1600-h/skunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/ScB7cS64fhI/AAAAAAAABDI/18EzFk68L6A/s320/skunk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314383286342549010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always have a ton of hand creams/body lotions/body washes to choose from and in a dazzling array of smells. I know I've previously mentioned the heady feeling I experience entering the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heavenly Smells&lt;/span&gt;' store (Bath &amp;amp; Body Works). Anyway, some of my current scents purchased at various stores are Japanese Cherry Blossom, Winter Candy Apple (almost gone), Milk &amp;amp; Honey, Vanilla Raspberry, Vanilla Peach, Vanilla Honey (I'm detecting a pattern here), and last but not least Mango Mandarin. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TBC&lt;/span&gt; has singled out this particularly pungent one and dubbed it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Skunk's Ass&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, he feels this scent is extremely offensive and though it was a gift, I like it just fine and will continue to apply it when needed. Ha! How he knows what a skunk's behind smells like is beyond me but apparently it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quite&lt;/span&gt; unpleasant. Fortunately it's about 3/4ths gone and since most bottles are getting low, I'm feeling a strong urge to pop into our local B&amp;amp;BW and snag a few spring scents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TBC's&lt;/span&gt; brother and wife drove up from Texas and spent this past weekend with us. I'm always at ease when they stay with us as we are so comfortable with them. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"B"&lt;/span&gt; is a funny, congenial guy who loves to gently poke fun at me and I give it right back in return. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"R"&lt;/span&gt; is my very chatty sis-in-law and though listening to nonstop talking and minute details ad nauseam is hard on the ears, I love her dearly and wouldn't change her for all the tea in China. Their youngest daughter lives up here and her and her lazy ass husband have just moved back in with his parents as he lost his job and they couldn't afford their cute little apt. Now don't get me wrong, I love my niece and he's a nice enough guy but that whole fam is well-known for their laid back ways so back on the teat it is. They also spent Friday night with us and this worked out perfectly as mom and daughter had a marathon chatfest while I retired to the bedroom to rest (play computer Solitaire and listen to music). We had quite a bit of company for dinner both nights and if you know me, I abhor playing hostess to hordes of guests, fam or not. Fortunately, I was totally laid back about it and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TBC &lt;/span&gt;did the brunt of the culinary (spaghetti, salad, garlic bread, and for dessert, Girl Scout cookies!) chores. Ok, he did it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; Friday night and Saturday night was a nice mix of food and drink brought by the guests making for a delicious buffet. Sis brought a bottle of tasty Merlot and her and I pretty much polished that off as it was "too dry" for the rest of the peasants. Usually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; stay until Monday morning but they hightailed it back across the border on Sunday and though I washed alot of bedding that day, the nicest part is that they are always welcome to grace &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chez Circe&lt;/span&gt; whenever we get the call announcing they are heading out for a little trip back north.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I hit a few stores as I was feeling pretty good and the weather was so accommodating. First up was Hobby Lobby to check out picture frames. I know for a second there you were thinking I have morphed into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mz Arts &amp;amp; Crafts&lt;/span&gt; but you are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so wrong&lt;/span&gt;, my pet. I don't have a crafty bone in my body and doubt I ever will. I really wish I had some decorating sense and style but I tend to be overwhelmed and clueless though I am hoping all those tips and tricks on shows I watch on TV will eventually sink in. And a gay male friend wouldn't hurt. Craft and decorating impaired am I. Anywho, I have several paintings that are in dire need of frames and have been for ages. I am finally going to take matters in hand and just DO IT. The most needed are 2 Japanese prints whose glass cracked during some move in the distant past. I am hoping to turn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boudoir Circe &lt;/span&gt;into a tasteful hideaway of supreme Asian serenity. (And no Grant, this is not due to your Bunny Obsession). I also have a beautiful picture of my particular fixation; Cape Hatteras lighthouse. I bought this back on one our many trips to OBX and have yet to hang it. Finally, there is a canvas-backed tropical beach scene purchased in the DR back in '05 that nags me to display him forgodssakes! I ended up not buying anything yet as they all need customizing but at least its in the works. Walgreens was next as I was not up for Wallyworld and I grabbed a few cosmetic items and cards. After a quick bite to eat at Wendys, (have you tried their fish sandwich? I LOVE IT!) I headed to another fav sanctuary of mine, the LIBRARY. Once a bookworm, always a bookworm. Of course I had forgot my card but they let me borrow four tomes instead of the six I started with and I happily traipsed back to the car. Good times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-1047585361373589893?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/1047585361373589893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=1047585361373589893&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/1047585361373589893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/1047585361373589893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/03/skunk-butt.html' title='Skunk Butt'/><author><name>Circe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075651862143388644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/Sjb9bGMxjCI/AAAAAAAABEo/IS-0zgjIMIY/S220/bluegreen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/ScB7cS64fhI/AAAAAAAABDI/18EzFk68L6A/s72-c/skunk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-5551288979761305567</id><published>2009-03-17T12:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:04:59.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck O' the Leprechaun</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy St Patty's Day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting here thinking about a quiz I took a few weeks ago. It was one of those email things I think... and one of the questions was 'whats your favorite holiday'.  I had the hardest time deciding on my favorite holiday because it used to be Christmas... until the past few years and now I hate Christmas.  I hate how stressful it is and the demands that people put on you to give and gift and party and donate, and get here and get there, etc etc. Its too much and too long and following Thanksgiving and New Years is shortly thereafter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have a favorite holiday. Until today. I realized that I really love St Patty's Day. It's just a fun little day where we sport something green.  If you're a beer lover, you can join the festivities downtown or any sports bar really, and drink the green beer. How fun! It's just a fun, lighthearted, holiday. Love it! How about an appletini. That's green. Margarita's can be green. I guess we can make anything green. We should have had green eggs and ham for breakfast! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green is my favorite color, so I'm declaring St Patty's Day my favorite holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The leprechaun is related to the clurichaun and the far darrig in that he is a solitary creature. Some writers even go as far as to substitute these second two less well-known spirits for the leprechaun in stories or tales to reach a wider audience. The clurichaun is considered by some to be merely a leprechaun on a drinking spree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-5551288979761305567?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/5551288979761305567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=5551288979761305567&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/5551288979761305567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/5551288979761305567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/03/luck-o-leprechaun.html' title='Luck O&apos; the Leprechaun'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-9089753775708251012</id><published>2009-03-11T01:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T02:07:23.509-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i think too much'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yum yogurt'/><title type='text'>Randomosity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/Sbdi5Pjm9YI/AAAAAAAABDA/TSBLGI4PJP0/s1600-h/yoplait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/Sbdi5Pjm9YI/AAAAAAAABDA/TSBLGI4PJP0/s320/yoplait.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311823021074740610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I totally forgot to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sober House&lt;/span&gt; last Thursday night but I caught up when it ran again on Friday evening. It looks like I guessed incorrectly and Mary managed to dodge the alcohol bullet at Swingfest, however, previews for the season finale appear to show our fav smiling repeater Steve as blowing it once again to finish things off on a 'high' note. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I cried for the season finale of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Girls Next Door&lt;/span&gt;. While I didn’t burst into uncontrolled sobs, I did get teary-eyed when they were all in the room together saying how much they’d miss each other. I still haven’t figured out who Girl No. 3 is. I need to research that. And didn’t you think the twins were less than congratulatory in the episode where the gals got their scuba diving certificates and everyone on the boat was smiling but one twin had an insincere half-smile on her face and the other just looked poker-faced and downright snotty? Beotches..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another tearful moment recently experienced was reading this headline regarding &lt;a href="http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/mariners/2008809605_batman04.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John C. Odom’s death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I just felt so bad for all the flack he must have caught for this ridiculous trade and we have to imagine that though he put on a brave face, this cut him to the core and terribly hurt his feelings. I hope all the guilty parties that made fun and never let him forget this embarrassment are experiencing more than a twinge of conscience. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we bestowed on our fellowman the dignity we all deserve and not play a possible part in their sad demise? After all, when you get right down to it, be it mental or physical (or both) we are all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"walking wounded"&lt;/span&gt; whether others are aware of our trials on not. *group hug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yet another addiction&lt;/span&gt;. I am madly in love with Yoplait Whips. Their sweet, moussey, fluffy yogurty goodness just drives me wild with gastronomic desire. And all the flavors are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;divine&lt;/span&gt;. I was partial to Key Lime Pie but damn if they aren’t all wonderful! They even offer a chocolate one. And there is just no way to eat one at a time. I always wolf down two, and later in the day I’ll grab yet another. Good for you and delicious; can't beat that with a stick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-9089753775708251012?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/9089753775708251012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=9089753775708251012&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/9089753775708251012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/9089753775708251012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/03/randomosity.html' title='Randomosity'/><author><name>Circe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075651862143388644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/Sjb9bGMxjCI/AAAAAAAABEo/IS-0zgjIMIY/S220/bluegreen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/Sbdi5Pjm9YI/AAAAAAAABDA/TSBLGI4PJP0/s72-c/yoplait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-3059539201359444299</id><published>2009-03-10T14:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:43:33.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace, Love and Dance</title><content type='html'>I think i've developed a crush on &lt;a href="http://www.shawnjohnson.net/"&gt;Shawn Johnson&lt;/a&gt;! You know her... the cutest little U.S. Gymnastics Olympian ever! She never stops smiling.  All during the olympics I tuned in to watch her faithfully. Before the games, i didnt know who she was. This is where I met and fell into deep like with her. Her smile is addictive and contagious. She's the cutest thing ever and I told C that he could bring her home to mom. I approve! She'd be a great girlfriend. She seems so happy and so appreciative and good-natured. Obviously a hard worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I saw her dance on Dancing with the Stars and she rocked! Her legs are awesome and again her smile just kept beaming. I want C to hook up with her. I think she's the greatest thing since french toast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of French Toast... what the heck happened to Farrah on Rock of Love!?  She's gone!!!  She'd say "what the French!?" and then it became "what the French Toast!?" lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-3059539201359444299?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/3059539201359444299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=3059539201359444299&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/3059539201359444299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/3059539201359444299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/03/peace-love-and-dance.html' title='Peace, Love and Dance'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-2928215302408676608</id><published>2009-03-06T21:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T21:47:02.619-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuz That's How We Roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SbHt1hzrGKI/AAAAAAAABC4/8HOKqH-U5zA/s1600-h/GrantBloggyAward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SbHt1hzrGKI/AAAAAAAABC4/8HOKqH-U5zA/s320/GrantBloggyAward.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310286939510479010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, we may not be one of his J-bunnies, but we love the Grantster anyway. ; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-2928215302408676608?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/2928215302408676608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=2928215302408676608&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/2928215302408676608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/2928215302408676608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/03/cuz-thats-how-we-roll.html' title='Cuz That&apos;s How We Roll'/><author><name>Circe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075651862143388644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/Sjb9bGMxjCI/AAAAAAAABEo/IS-0zgjIMIY/S220/bluegreen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SbHt1hzrGKI/AAAAAAAABC4/8HOKqH-U5zA/s72-c/GrantBloggyAward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-4670646078315683622</id><published>2009-03-06T13:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T13:23:09.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Sensed It!!</title><content type='html'>I KNEW IT!!! Did I NOT just post a few days ago about how crappy she looked and how she turns away from Jon in the show.??? There IS trouble. I sensed it!! It was obvious... and now &lt;a href="http://www.perezhilton.com/"&gt;Perez Hilton &lt;/a&gt;blogs it! Read on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In case you haven't head of Jon and Kate Gosselin, they're the stars of TLC's most popular "reality" show, Jon &amp; Kate Plus 8. The couple has one set of twins and one set of sextuplets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John is the laid-back, quiet, pushover husband, while Kate is the bitchy, controlling, pain-in-the-ass wife. And that's putting it nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the couple seem to have a "loving" relationship on the show, that might not really be the case when the cameras are off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon said about filming the show that, “We’re having a good time — a blast," however it looks like he might have been embellishing a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Touch Weekly is reporting that Jon is spending increasing amounts of time in Huntingdon, Pa., near where his mom lives, three hours away from the home he shares with Kate and their eight children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, on February 6th, Jon showed up to a Juniata College house party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He walked in with two girls he met at Mimi’s bar,” senior Evan Heisman tells In Touch. “It was so cool.” According to witnesses, Jon played beer pong with some girls on the volleyball team and then joined a group of students who headed to Memories bar for a nightcap. “We were talking and chilling,” reveals Heisman. Jon returned to Memories the next evening. “He was obliterated,” says Pott. “Juniata girls were flirting with him and he was loving it and having a great time.” “We might be getting a divorce,” Chloe Pott, a junior at Juniata College, heard Jon tell her friend at Memories bar on February 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate is gonna lose her shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if they'll mention any of this on their "reality" show, soon to be titled Jon Plus 8 Minus Kate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-4670646078315683622?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/4670646078315683622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=4670646078315683622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/4670646078315683622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/4670646078315683622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-sensed-it.html' title='I Sensed It!!'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-1179353827306115982</id><published>2009-03-05T22:16:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:38:34.248-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bulging fronts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='springtime in OK'/><title type='text'>Let's Twist Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SbCuuKHRYNI/AAAAAAAABCw/eoIaC4_933s/s1600-h/frequency.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SbCuuKHRYNI/AAAAAAAABCw/eoIaC4_933s/s320/frequency.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309936068681883858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found this priceless game several posts back on Monty’s &lt;a href="http://brain-soup.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Daily Bitch&lt;/a&gt; site and laughed my head off. I still remember the time I was driving home from work a few years ago and there were storm spotters at regular intervals stopped all along the highway gazing eastward. I nervously thought, “This &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;can’t&lt;/span&gt; be good.” The kicker was when I arrived home and there was a spotter truck right in front of my house!!! We would be hosting a small dinner party that evening and this turn of events made for some anxious dinner conversation around the table. Though I periodically ran outside to check the sky and was standing in the front yard when the wall cloud passed right over us, we never did have to head for the cellar and the evening concluded without injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we let the games begin, I must preface this by saying I am unable to receive Oklahoma City TV stations on our satellite dish because I live across a county line that divides us as to what are considered “local stations” thus throwing us into the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Tulsa&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; viewing area. While I like &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Tulsa&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; just fine, I detest their screwed up idea of a weather map in the lower right hand corner of the screen. It is the funkiest shape ever (I need to get a pic of that and show you--it is worthless) and only shows &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;preshus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Tulsa&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and a few surrounding counties. This leaves my unnamed&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SbCuNis48NI/AAAAAAAABCo/6ITQDMHsHTU/s1600-h/image01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SbCuNis48NI/AAAAAAAABCo/6ITQDMHsHTU/s320/image01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309935508346433746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; town stranded in the far left corner oblivious to vicious, bulging, reddish-hued fronts baring down on poor, pitiful us much like this massive dick threatening my home state and part of PA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;In honor of this twister intensive state, let’s prepare to break out the annual  GARY ENGLAND DRINKING GAME! If you have ever lived in Oklahoma this game will make perfect sense to you or even if you’ve paid us a visit especially in April, May, or June, this will make perfect sense. Have fun!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;1. Everyone selects a storm chaser other than Val Castor. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Val lives in Stillwater and Gary talks to him CONSTANTLY.) &lt;/span&gt;Every time Gary talks to your storm chaser, you take one drink. Take two drinks every time we see footage from your storm chaser. Take four drinks if your storm chaser says "tornado on the ground!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;2. Everyone selects a county other than Pottawatomie County. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Because we are always hearing about Pottawatomie County.) &lt;/span&gt;Every time Gary mentions your county, you take one drink. Take two drinks every time we see footage from your county. Take four drinks if a tornado touches down in your county.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;One drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;1. Take one drink every time Gary says the following: Hook Echo | Updraft | Metro | Doppler radar | Wall cloud |Ranger 9 | Underground | Mobile home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;2. When Gary gives a list of counties, take one drink for every county in the list. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Oklahoma has 77 counties but somehow they all get mentioned at some point.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;3. Take one drink every time Gary interrupts a program. Take one drink if Gary says "You’re not missing any of [program name]." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(This is a major concern dammit!) &lt;/span&gt;Take one drink when Gary says "We’ll keep you advised."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Like we had any doubt he wouldn’t.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Two drinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;1. Take two drinks every time Gary says the following: Baseball-sized hail |Waterloo Road | Pottawatomie County | Deer Creek High School &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(How many times has that high school been hit anyway?!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;2. Take two drinks every time Gary mentions the following towns: Altus | Burns Flat | Dill City | Gotebo | Hydro | Lookeba | Meeker | Mulhall | Oktaha | Olustee | Shattuck | Slaughterville | Tryon | Vici |Waukomis | Wayne (or Payne) | Weleetka | Wetumkah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The only one that is even slightly big is Altus.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(C note: Amazingly, my county isn’t mentioned but believe me, it gets plenty of action.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;3. Take two drinks every time Gary talks to Val Castor. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Now we are gonna get really drunk!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Three drinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;1. Take three drinks if we see footage from Val Castor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;2. Take three drinks if we see footage from Pottawatomie County.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;3. Take three drinks if Gary mentions the following: Immediate tornado precautions | National Weather Service | Mesocyclone | Portable Radio | Take shelter | Tornado warning in effect until ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Four drinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;1. Take four drinks if Ranger 9 must land to refuel. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Notice it doesn't say when it lands to take cover, we don't land our aircraft in a tornado around here, we fly AROUND them.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;2. Take four drinks if Gary issues his own tornado warning, not recognized by the NWS &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(He's a renegade that way)&lt;/span&gt; or says the following: "Will someone please answer that phone?" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(He takes this stuff seriously damn it, answer the phone.) &lt;/span&gt;or "Do you see the power flashes?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;3. Take four drinks if a shirtless tornado victim is interviewed. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Redneck land, yo. There is a reason I get dressed and put on shoes when a storm is in the vicinity.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(C note: I do too before I head to our wine, er, storm cellar.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Finish your drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;1. Finish your drink if someone uses the word tornado as a verb or if Gary mentions the cross streets nearest to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;2. If Gary says "We’ve lost Val," pour a little out for your homies and finish your drink. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Poor Val…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;If THAT won't get you drunk, it can't be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my world…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-1179353827306115982?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/1179353827306115982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=1179353827306115982&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/1179353827306115982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/1179353827306115982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/03/lets-twist-again.html' title='Let&apos;s Twist Again'/><author><name>Circe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075651862143388644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/Sjb9bGMxjCI/AAAAAAAABEo/IS-0zgjIMIY/S220/bluegreen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SbCuuKHRYNI/AAAAAAAABCw/eoIaC4_933s/s72-c/frequency.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-8478931780579040861</id><published>2009-03-03T14:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:59:15.951-06:00</updated><title type='text'>House of 8</title><content type='html'>I was trying to catch up on some Jon and Kate plus 8 last week and I noticed the episode where they got 2 new puppies... they were in a different house. Obviously I haven't watched in a few months because I didn't know they'd moved. Then Bone commented on Tubular (by Circe) and mentioned them. It made me investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! They got a new house. You can see it &lt;a href="http://marketing.remaxdesigncenter.com/45262/348034/index.ipv"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was searching, I found &lt;a href="http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/506701/should_jon_kate_plus_8_be_taken_off.html"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt;.  For quite a while, my family and I have commented about how bitchy she is. Kate really treats Jon like shiznit (we think). Well apparently, alot (at least one more) think the same way. I don't think it should be taken off the air, but I do think she needs an attitude adjustment. I also noticed that she turns away from him in the interview chair, now, more than ever! She's also dropped a truckload of weight and seemed super boney. Has anyone else seen all this?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I've enjoyed watching their show for years but here lately, it seems maybe Kate just isn't that into it. Maybe she's tapped out.  Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnywithfangs.com/2009/01/jon-kate-plus-8-controversy/"&gt;More house&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-8478931780579040861?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/8478931780579040861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=8478931780579040861&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/8478931780579040861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/8478931780579040861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/03/house-of-8.html' title='House of 8'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-3497403938028913538</id><published>2009-02-26T01:01:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T01:49:09.069-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tubular</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SaY_ASm5xMI/AAAAAAAABBw/XwV4fvncfo0/s1600-h/189_cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 151px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SaY_ASm5xMI/AAAAAAAABBw/XwV4fvncfo0/s320/189_cartoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306998485130265794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because I have considerably more time on my hands, some of these hours are spent/wasted watching TV. I’m not a talk show fan, I dislike soaps, and I’ve really gotten out of watching any sort of prime time drivel but there are some shows out there (even several judge shows; I adore &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Judge Judy&lt;/span&gt;, she's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;such&lt;/span&gt; saucy bitch!) I’ve become addicted to. I can hear the groaning already and you know you are more than welcome to disagree. : ) There is no accounting for taste, eh? We have Dish satellite here on the outskirts of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Podunkville&lt;/span&gt; and I have found I’m partial to HGTV and the TLC channels. In no particular order I am mesmerized by these offerings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tlc.discovery.com/fansites/whatnottowear/whatnottowear.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;What Not to Wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Totally &lt;/span&gt;hooked on this one. Young or old, these female walking fashion disasters get well-heeled makeovers thanks to our fashion experts and some high priced NY boutiques. Some are pleasantly surprised, eager, and willing, but a few balk like a government mule and stubbornly refuse to follow the required guidelines. There are several I would personally bitch-slap but most come around to appreciating their new visage. One tall nanny with hideous taste flat out refused to have her beyond waist length tresses even trimmed by Nick though she did submit to Carmindy’s brushes. Needless to say, it detracted from her polished new look but that was her loss. Another favorite episode was the 23-year old wild child from Austin, Texas whose clothing taste was so bizarre that her signature look was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;raccoon’s (?) tail&lt;/span&gt; attached to her derriere!!! She dressed beyond trampy and fought tooth and nail to keep her ‘look’. I really thought Mz Stacy and Mr Clinton were going to have a double coronary with her but reason prevailed and the tail was retired along with the rest of her hoochie getups. After the transformation, she looked lovely and sophisticated and our fav fashionistas did not turn her into a matronly frump as she feared. Nick’s wizardy with the scissors and Carmindy’s expert makeup application are just as essential to make this show work and their enthusiastic expertise is much appreciated. In conclusion, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you Stacy and Clinton! &lt;/span&gt;Please come to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chez Circe&lt;/span&gt; and work your marvelous magic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tlc.discovery.com/fansites/propertyladder/about.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Property Ladder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (and others like it). If it has anything to do with fixing up a house, I’m there. I love how the attractive yet snooty “veteran flipper” Kirsten comes to check on the first-timer’s progress. Her expressions are &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;priceless&lt;/span&gt; when she hears their impractical, convoluted plans for the property. She always has wise advice which is rarely taken as the couple blissfully plunge headlong into their money pit abyss. The result is either going over budget, extra weeks spent in the renovation, not focusing on what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mz Expert &lt;/span&gt;advised to concentrate on or all of the above. The end result is occasionally a house that sits on the market for weeks or months on end with no recoup of investment. No doubt an undisclosed fallout has been divorces or breakups. My personal favorite was the female space cadet who calmly informed Kirsten that her house let it be known what it wanted done and what color to paint it. Apparently this chatty abode possessed a champagne appetite as the kitchen insisted on custom cabinets! This lunatic went waaaaaaay over budget and thanks to an overinflated asking price, failed to sell the house. A blurb across the screen did say she was listening for another communicative property to makeover. Ya can’t make these things up folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hgtv.com/myles-of-style/show/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Myles of Style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Kim Myles), &lt;a href="http://www.hgtv.com/color-splash/show/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Color Splash&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;(David Bromstad), &lt;a href="http://www.hgtv.com/deserving-design/show/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Deserving Design&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Vern Yip), etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Design Star 2 winner Kim Myles challenges homeowners to unlock their creativity as she helps them turn rooms from drab to fab in Myles of Style. With her signature creativity, talent for design and budget brilliance, Kim works her makeover magic to transform ordinary spaces into design masterpieces.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally love the room makeovers and I get all excited and motivated and think of a million things I’d like changed to jazz up my own nest. Doubt my plans ever come to fruition but it sure is fun to dream. Kim Myles does a terrific job on a shoestring budget, and David Bromstad from Color Splash is a very talented guy. I like Vern Yip from Deserving Design too. Heck, they are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/on/shows/girlsnextdoor/index.jsp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The Girls Next Door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I never thought I’d say I’d be this depressed to be losing Holly, Bridget, and Kendra’s profound thoughts and cerebral witticisms expounded on TV but frankly, I’ve come to enjoy watching them cavort about the mansion and throw parties for their dogs and pick out hooker costumes for whatever bashes are being held that week. You know, just what every American gal does on a daily basis. But honestly, I’m crushed that they are moving on and I won’t get to tune in and cringe and shudder every time any of them kiss those geriatric, wrinkled, pruned up lips (Hefs, ya goose) Blah! I guess it’s been seven years or so for Holly and possibly Bridget too, and it was time to start an actual life instead of being kept like a cosseted rare hothouse flower by a decrepit octogenarian. I realize it’s early in the game, but his new twin fluffheads didn’t strike me as having much of a personality and I don’t recall who the third flaxen-haired gold digger, er, replacement is. I haven’t heard if this show will continue with the new cast but my curiosity will get the better of me and I’ll be compelled to tune in at least a few times to check out the newbies. The season finale is March 1 so you where you can find me. Holly, Bridget, Kendra—I’ll miss you! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vh1.com/shows/dyn/sober_house/series_characters.jhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sober House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. (It’s positively addictive!) This is a spin-off of &lt;a href="http://blog.vh1.com/2008-06-10/new-slate-of-celebs-check-into-rehab-2-with-dr-drew/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celebrity Rehab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TBC &lt;/span&gt;to thank for getting me completely hooked. I only caught part of its last season, CR2, but I’m front and center for each new SH episode. Not all of the cast from CR2 (Jeff, Tawny, Gary, Sean) chose to enter Sober House, but there have been a few additions so we have a nice selection of “former” junkies to watch screw up, and screw up they do. This really should be renamed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;“Who Falls off the Wagon This Week?”&lt;/span&gt; as that has pretty much been the premise so far. Week 1 featured Steven Adler who had the balls to show up on the first day higher than a kite not to mention attempting to smuggle drugs in. He was caught red-handed and spent the first night at one of the burly male staff’s home. As if this wasn’t enough, a few evenings later, he got his grubby hands on more drugs at a pool party thrown at the residence. This time the house mom, Jen, was forced to call the police as smiley Steve got darn belligerent and positively violent. He spent the night in lockup and went for more rehab before once again returning to the house. Week 2 showcased Amber, the lovely pill-popping model, who went to some private party with a hockey player and got seriously sozzled and shagged though she claims not to remember much of the evening in question. Week 3 had Seth going on a three-day drug-fueled bender and worrying his addiction-prone colleagues to distraction. Honestly, he has my vote for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mostly Likely to OD and Croak in a Trash Strewn Alley&lt;/span&gt;. Steve Adler runs a close second. I truly feel for them both but they have seriously got to want sobriety and I just don't get the feeling they are trying that hard. On the other hand, Rodney King seems to be the most dedicated to staying sober and just may make it. This Thursday, tonight! (9pm Central) we’ll see Mary the porn star (Cleveland native) next up to bat for falling from sobriety grace. Stay tuned…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-3497403938028913538?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/3497403938028913538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=3497403938028913538&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/3497403938028913538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/3497403938028913538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/02/tubular.html' title='Tubular'/><author><name>Circe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075651862143388644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/Sjb9bGMxjCI/AAAAAAAABEo/IS-0zgjIMIY/S220/bluegreen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SaY_ASm5xMI/AAAAAAAABBw/XwV4fvncfo0/s72-c/189_cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-3208060624006788599</id><published>2009-02-25T14:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:45:50.645-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Way!</title><content type='html'>OMG OMG!!! Circe will love to hear/read this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OctoMom a &lt;a href="http://www.tmz.com/2009/02/25/octomom-nadya-suleman-porn/"&gt;porn star&lt;/a&gt;!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-3208060624006788599?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/3208060624006788599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=3208060624006788599&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/3208060624006788599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/3208060624006788599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-way.html' title='No Way!'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-2531121371843980172</id><published>2009-02-20T22:33:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:03:48.992-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfish egomanics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutjobs'/><title type='text'>Moron Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SZ-LHkF-bDI/AAAAAAAABBM/e3DAOmJco0A/s1600-h/puppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SZ-LHkF-bDI/AAAAAAAABBM/e3DAOmJco0A/s320/puppy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305111848129817650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before this bit of news becomes lost in the shuffle, I wanted to address the issue revolving around the highly unstable egomaniac who selfishly decided to pop out a litter of eight more mouths to feed adding to her already bulging passel of six. And she's &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/US/02/12/octuplets.mom/index.html"&gt;soliciting donations!&lt;/a&gt; Normally the term “mandatory sterilization” would come to mind but in this case I’m thinking her and the doctor who aided and abetted this fiasco should both be taken out and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;shot&lt;/span&gt;. What were they thinking?? She’s unmarried, unemployed, and her mom is raising the first batch. Did she really expect kudos and applause from the public at large for adding more mouths to feed in this already overpopulated world we live in? I’m puzzled and confused over her motives. While fifteen minutes of fame may be nice, this is not the way to go about it. I always thought fertility drugs were for those couples who had tried for years to have children of their own and only then resorted to this risky method. Guess I was wrong. A good rule of thumb would be to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not produce any more children than you can afford to raise&lt;/span&gt;. This would come under responsible parenting. Unrealistic, I know. At any rate, my heart (but thankfully, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; my wallet) goes out to already overburdened &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;California&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; taxpayers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-2531121371843980172?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/2531121371843980172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=2531121371843980172&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/2531121371843980172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/2531121371843980172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/02/moron-mom.html' title='Moron Mom'/><author><name>Circe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075651862143388644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/Sjb9bGMxjCI/AAAAAAAABEo/IS-0zgjIMIY/S220/bluegreen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SZ-LHkF-bDI/AAAAAAAABBM/e3DAOmJco0A/s72-c/puppy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-8073793495604980766</id><published>2009-02-19T11:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:58:06.745-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunny Hop</title><content type='html'>Playboy magazine may soon be up for sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, things are &lt;a href="http://www.comcast.net/articles/finance/20090218/BUSINESS-US-PLAYBOY/"&gt;REALLY BAD &lt;/a&gt;in the bunny empire! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd never know there was trouble from watching &lt;em&gt;Girls Next Door&lt;/em&gt;!  I guess the 3 girlfriends bailed when it was good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-8073793495604980766?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/8073793495604980766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=8073793495604980766&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/8073793495604980766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/8073793495604980766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/02/bunny-hop.html' title='Bunny Hop'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-4679034153134558914</id><published>2009-02-18T11:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:25:05.332-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me a Pill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.cnet.com/8301-17939_109-10166663-2.html"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; changed its tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why I couldn't sleep last night? Stressing over whether Facebook would use my innocent pictures on some less than innocent advertising or other photo opportunity.  Maybe it was the fact that i'm stressing over my job. It could have been because our daycare lady went into 'labor' again and her doctor admitted her to the hospital for observation... which meant we didn't have a sitter today and for those of you with small children &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; that that is hard to deal with at the very last minute when you need to go to work! (BTW... daycare lady is perfectly fine. The baby isn't due yet and they keep giving her shots to stop contractions and keep the baby baking for a little while longer. All's good today). I've been up all night so that means *counting* a total of 31 hours now. I just laid in bed staring at the ceiling... smelling bacon.  No one had cooked bacon in our house... for days. But I smelled bacon cooking. I tossed and turned and finally got up at 5:15am and went to Spin class. Now I'm tired and would love to sleep, but I don't see that anywhere near in my future. I have class to teach plus i'm meeting with our Accountant this afternoon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a big glass of wine tonight to help settle my feathers?  Maybe a bottle...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-4679034153134558914?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/4679034153134558914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=4679034153134558914&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/4679034153134558914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/4679034153134558914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/02/give-me-pill.html' title='Give Me a Pill'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-3659625873576517757</id><published>2009-02-13T23:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T11:44:41.637-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='where have I been?'/><title type='text'>Alive &amp; Kicking</title><content type='html'>Greetings fellow earthlings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's really me, your MIA&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mz Circe&lt;/span&gt;. How ya doing? I'm not quite sure why I picked today to pop in but it seemed fitting. Today is actually my wedding anniversary to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TBC&lt;/span&gt; and while w&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SZhT-2k27SI/AAAAAAAABAs/YIS6E2GtnGA/s1600-h/mar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SZhT-2k27SI/AAAAAAAABAs/YIS6E2GtnGA/s320/mar.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303080900495863074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e had a lovely lunch he felt compelled to spend most of this evening with his cousin and wife so if I am a trifle POed, I believe it's understandable. Romantic he ain't. Other than his lack of attention, I had a pretty good day. I wolfed down the majority of the delicious truffles his brother and wife graciously gifted us with. (Ha! Take that dumbass!) Ok, I will probably pay for that but it was indeed worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming up blank for what is new. It's odd not working so I miss the interaction of clueless coworkers and their bone-headed actions. I've mostly been diligently taking care of myself heathwise and that's kinda boring so I won't inflict minute details regarding that on our adoring public. Anyway, I miss and love all of you and hope to make more appearances in the future when I feel the need to share something or throw one of my regular rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now,&lt;br /&gt;Circe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-3659625873576517757?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/3659625873576517757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=3659625873576517757&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/3659625873576517757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/3659625873576517757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/02/alive-kicking.html' title='Alive &amp; Kicking'/><author><name>Circe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075651862143388644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/Sjb9bGMxjCI/AAAAAAAABEo/IS-0zgjIMIY/S220/bluegreen.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_GgNeIP_Ls/SZhT-2k27SI/AAAAAAAABAs/YIS6E2GtnGA/s72-c/mar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-2405598262586554218</id><published>2009-02-13T21:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T21:29:24.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch and Moan and Groan</title><content type='html'>After a trip to Wal-Mart (or as my freakin' gma calls it, Mal-Marks), I'm sipping on something to help remove the scars I bare from having to deal with the idiots at the Service Desk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SZY6I1yjzQI/AAAAAAAAA28/3EUSOT2506I/s1600-h/Wine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SZY6I1yjzQI/AAAAAAAAA28/3EUSOT2506I/s320/Wine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302489534827842818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, your IQ must be in the single digits to work the almighty service desk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-2405598262586554218?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/2405598262586554218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=2405598262586554218&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/2405598262586554218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/2405598262586554218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/02/bitch-and-moan-and-groan.html' title='Bitch and Moan and Groan'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SZY6I1yjzQI/AAAAAAAAA28/3EUSOT2506I/s72-c/Wine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-4729305347739071005</id><published>2009-02-11T14:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:44:05.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seattle Grey's</title><content type='html'>It's a great day! I just read that Katherine Heigl is leaving &lt;em&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/em&gt;. It's about flipping time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;(Undated) -- It looks like Izzie Stevens and George O'Malley will be leaving Seattle Grace Hospital soon. According to "Us Weekly," "Grey's Anatomy" actor James Pickens Jr. recently announced that fellow stars Katherine Heigl and T.R. Knight plan to exit the ABC series by the end of the current season. Pickens said he wishes Heigl "nothing but the best," and noted that Knight, quote, "just wanted to pursue other career paths." An unnamed source also told "Us" that "Grey's Anatomy" writers are currently working on a plausible way for Knight's character to exit the show. Reps for Heigl and Knight refused to comment, and ABC would not confirm the news.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was SO sick of Izzie's story line I could just puke. Denny should have died when he died. That is the absolute dummest thing ever to have her having a relationship with a dead person. It was like they had the character but didn't know what to do with her. She was just stuck there. Plus she became super irritating because she acts dumb and is always doing dumb crap. Yeah she's leaving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now O'Malley on the otherhand. I kind of liked him. His character was kind of fun... kind of smart in a dorky kind of way. I think I'll miss him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-4729305347739071005?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/4729305347739071005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=4729305347739071005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/4729305347739071005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/4729305347739071005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/02/seattle-greys.html' title='Seattle Grey&apos;s'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-6512057658012944402</id><published>2009-02-10T20:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T20:49:25.755-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Nails on a Blackboard</title><content type='html'>Muzak is filing for bankruptcy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the heck is Muzak you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company that makes elevator music. Seriously? There is a company that does that on purpose!??!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-6512057658012944402?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/6512057658012944402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=6512057658012944402&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/6512057658012944402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/6512057658012944402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/02/like-nails-on-blackboard.html' title='Like Nails on a Blackboard'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-3499961048939900971</id><published>2009-02-08T16:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T16:13:20.407-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiznit</title><content type='html'>C R A P!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I mailed my car payment. I didn't... just found it today... right where I put it to be mailed "tomorrow".  I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; it when that happens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-3499961048939900971?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/3499961048939900971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=3499961048939900971&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/3499961048939900971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/3499961048939900971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/02/shiznit.html' title='Shiznit'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-7058919120411807246</id><published>2009-02-05T09:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:30:55.525-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Money Makes No Sense</title><content type='html'>I think more and more, &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,487884,00.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; will be happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As corporate downsizing and closings continue to occur, more and more Americans are finding themselves in financial situations they never dreamed they'd be in.  I'm not sure I wouldn't be pissy and want to retaliate against my mortgage company for booting me out of my house that I've been making payments on (in a nice timely fashion) just because I've stumbled onto some hard times. The mortgage companies are better off making new arrangements with you for &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; kind of payment than to let the house get destroyed and then they are stuck. Don't ya think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-7058919120411807246?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/7058919120411807246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=7058919120411807246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/7058919120411807246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/7058919120411807246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/02/money-makes-no-sense.html' title='Money Makes No Sense'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-5156185133715066338</id><published>2009-02-04T10:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T10:43:44.167-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things, Actually 20... no, no, 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;10 Things We Hate About Valentine's Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Single or coupled, if you didn't make a reservation in January, your options for going out to dinner are limited to the local fast food drive-through. &lt;em&gt;Um, Richard... do we have reservations yet!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The hour of our lives we waste every year in the greeting card aisle, looking for the perfect one. &lt;em&gt;It doesn't take me THAT long&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The overnight tripling of the price of roses, forcing your boyfriend to choose between getting you a bouquet of a dozen or paying his cable bill that month. &lt;em&gt;Pay the cable bill&lt;/em&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The 24/7 romantic comedy marathon on TV during the month of February either makes you feel like a loser for being single or makes you resent your boyfriend for not being John Cusack.  &lt;em&gt;Isn't the marathon on all the time on LifeTime?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you've had anything resembling a date in the past two months, it always prematurely launches the "where is this going?" conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you're single and lucky enough to have three close, single girlfriends, you can't go out for drinks with them without being a cliché.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. We don't need another stuffed teddy bear holding a heart or a cheap box of "guess the mystery filling" chocolates, thanks. &lt;em&gt;Yeah, no thanks&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. They don't make Valentine's Day cards for friends-with-benefits or "I think I like you but it's too soon to tell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. We just started paying off our credit card bills from holiday shopping — our bank statements can't handle another gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Those gross taste-like-sidewalk-chalk conversation hearts.  &lt;em&gt;I want chocolate!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I do love Valentine's Day... I just thought the list was interesting! &lt;em&gt;Again... Richard do we have reservations because I really didn't think about that and i'm sure the little place I want to go will be full and you know I don't like to eat at 9pm because then that food just lays in your stomach and makes you fat overnight. &lt;/em&gt;How's that for ruining the moment!? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-5156185133715066338?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/5156185133715066338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=5156185133715066338&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/5156185133715066338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/5156185133715066338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-things-actually-20-no-no-10.html' title='10 Things, Actually 20... no, no, 10'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-5860828847552971196</id><published>2009-01-29T09:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T09:44:53.472-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl Sunday</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://www.nfl.com/superbowl/43?campaign=Google_SuperBowl_General"&gt;Super Bowl &lt;/a&gt;is Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did that come from? It kind of just snuk up on me! For weeks (months?) I've been thinking to myself "super bowl sunday" and plotting and planning what we will do and where we will go and who we will be with, etc. Suddenly, its here and we have no plans. Not one thing do we have planned. Nothing. Notta. Zilch. Our cycling group had talked about having a big party and all kinds of food and drinks and how to decorate the clubhouse, etc. But not one single def plan has been made.  Its 3 days away! I guess we've all lost track of time. So now, I'll make plans of my own. I don't know what those plans might be yet... but I'll have plans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont even know who is planned for half-time entertainment *shocked*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-5860828847552971196?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/5860828847552971196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=5860828847552971196&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/5860828847552971196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/5860828847552971196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/01/super-bowl-sunday.html' title='Super Bowl Sunday'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-3872904586525354174</id><published>2009-01-27T13:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:46:29.288-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything's Big in Texas</title><content type='html'>Despite the nasty weather we are having in these parts of the world, I made my way (slowly) to the gym this morning and saw a little weather blurp about the ice storm in Oklahoma. So.... I tuned it to see what Fox News was saying about us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah Blah Blah... I've heard it all a million times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the weather lady comes on to tell everyone where this big bad storm is moving and she proceeds to say that "&lt;em&gt;in Armarillo Texas&lt;/em&gt;" blah blah blah. I just about fell off the eliptical. &lt;em&gt;Armarillo&lt;/em&gt;? That's like Armadillo, but not.  If those Texans heard that, they'd be ropin you up, girl! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fox is always good for some entertainment. I remember the time that the one dude blew over in a hurricane... again I fell over laughing. haha What is his name?!!? You know the one that had a talk show. Still funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-3872904586525354174?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/3872904586525354174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=3872904586525354174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/3872904586525354174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/3872904586525354174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/01/everythings-big-in-texas.html' title='Everything&apos;s Big in Texas'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-2449719572062725574</id><published>2009-01-24T15:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T15:40:38.774-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jurassic Park</title><content type='html'>P and I went to see &lt;em&gt;Walking with the Dinosaurs &lt;/em&gt;last night. ROOOAAARRR! It was a good show!  It's pretty cool how they move those big pieces of animal.  About 15 minutes before the show was set to begin, we watched 3 guys hoist themselves up into seats &lt;strong&gt;far&lt;/strong&gt; above the floor. From each of these seats, they remotely controlled each movement and sound of the dinosaurs. They were loud and lifelike.  Their dinosaur size was true to size. The T-Rex and a few others would get right up in the crowd and ROOOAAAARRRRR!!!! A few times we spotted kids scrambling for higher ground. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SXuGJ45LzKI/AAAAAAAAA20/i-83J_cih-w/s1600-h/IMG_3995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SXuGJ45LzKI/AAAAAAAAA20/i-83J_cih-w/s320/IMG_3995.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294973291353328802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SXuGJcojzWI/AAAAAAAAA2s/Zxg0eWNM3j4/s1600-h/IMG_3973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SXuGJcojzWI/AAAAAAAAA2s/Zxg0eWNM3j4/s320/IMG_3973.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294973283767405922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SXuGIyCltpI/AAAAAAAAA2k/N2eIUR1zK14/s1600-h/IMG_3969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SXuGIyCltpI/AAAAAAAAA2k/N2eIUR1zK14/s320/IMG_3969.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294973272333858450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SXuGIVIS88I/AAAAAAAAA2c/UDalgzJsb8k/s1600-h/IMG_3968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SXuGIVIS88I/AAAAAAAAA2c/UDalgzJsb8k/s320/IMG_3968.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294973264573166530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SXuGIetKaZI/AAAAAAAAA2U/bmMJiGXmCKU/s1600-h/IMG_3961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SXuGIetKaZI/AAAAAAAAA2U/bmMJiGXmCKU/s320/IMG_3961.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294973267143715218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-2449719572062725574?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/2449719572062725574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=2449719572062725574&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/2449719572062725574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/2449719572062725574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/01/jurassic-park.html' title='Jurassic Park'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SXuGJ45LzKI/AAAAAAAAA20/i-83J_cih-w/s72-c/IMG_3995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-8520543112221588733</id><published>2009-01-20T21:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:16:20.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Time</title><content type='html'>Baby Z is just like her momma!!!  A chocoholic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, for the very first time, I put some chocolate milk in her sippy cup after she'd finished dinner.  I usually give her water... so she just took a little sip and put the cup down.  Obviously it dawned on her that "&lt;em&gt;that ain't no ordinary drink!&lt;/em&gt;"  That was liquid M&amp;M's! She devoured every last drop in seconds.  I craved chocolate milk the entire time I was preggers with baby Z and now, she's a lover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another first for her happened this past weekend. We took her to her first Blazers hockey game.  I wasn't sure how she'd react, but I kind of weighed more towards she'd enjoy the people.  She had an absolute blast!  She flirted with the drunk guys sitting behind us and played Hide N Go Seek with the girls a few rows back.  She picked at the caulking in the seams of the floor and ate funnel cake. She was an absolute dream for being up 3 hours past her bedtime and being confined to our row of seats that whole time. I'd say she's a sports fan!  A cheerleader in the making!? (hope not. I'd rather her play than cheer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Z watching the game &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SXaTIJ4aVyI/AAAAAAAAA14/eGmyp4z1fFk/s1600-h/IMG_3935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SXaTIJ4aVyI/AAAAAAAAA14/eGmyp4z1fFk/s320/IMG_3935.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293580180321359650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blazers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SXaTHvCRu0I/AAAAAAAAA1w/_YL4f27WuIw/s1600-h/IMG_3931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SXaTHvCRu0I/AAAAAAAAA1w/_YL4f27WuIw/s320/IMG_3931.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293580173114981186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-8520543112221588733?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/8520543112221588733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=8520543112221588733&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/8520543112221588733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/8520543112221588733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-first-time.html' title='My First Time'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SXaTIJ4aVyI/AAAAAAAAA14/eGmyp4z1fFk/s72-c/IMG_3935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-7914270144707149028</id><published>2009-01-09T07:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T07:41:19.329-06:00</updated><title type='text'>While I'm Thinking About It</title><content type='html'>I talked to Circe yesterday and she sounds great!  She's just gotten over the nasty flu.... but she sounded perky and energetic! Yeah! I miss her so much and I hope to get her back on here some day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-7914270144707149028?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/7914270144707149028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=7914270144707149028&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/7914270144707149028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/7914270144707149028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/01/while-im-thinking-about-it.html' title='While I&apos;m Thinking About It'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-8777636111896713516</id><published>2009-01-07T13:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T13:16:29.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Overload</title><content type='html'>I really hate stupid people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the holiday break would refresh me and put me in a better frame of mind. But on the first day back to class, its a big negative. Stupid people piss me off. I love training. I love teaching people how to use software and about their PC/laptop. I do NOT love telling them for the f'ing umpteenth thousandth time and nothing has changed!  The answer is the same as the first time I told you as it is today. Absolutely NOTHING has changed. Why the heck can't some people grasp AND RETAIN information?! It's not like its throw away info. You know, something you need right now and will never see again. It's basic login info, or how to minimize or maximize or how to find EXCEL if it's not a pretty icon on your desktop. OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... and what is a desktop? No, it's not what you set your papers on to write and a Window is not what we look through to see outside. Yes, these are things that come up in class... over and over and over. ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fiery glares should indicate that they have reached their stupid question maximum. I'm gonna start givin them their sign!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that... its a good day! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-8777636111896713516?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/8777636111896713516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=8777636111896713516&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/8777636111896713516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/8777636111896713516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/01/overload.html' title='Overload'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-1897870877136279990</id><published>2009-01-05T11:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T11:23:15.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something is in the Air</title><content type='html'>Yeah! My new year is off to a great start! I bailed out of bed at 5:30 this morning to hit the gym and what did I find when I got there!? SPIN CLASS!!! My favorite! So, I saddled up and proceeded to pedal my hardest for 45 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fantastic until about 10 minutes into it when I got a good whiff of the heavily perfumed gym rat chick next to me. Any other time she'd smell great... but not when we're huffing and puffing, trying to get every ounce of oxygen in our lungs to make it through the next pedal. I found her scent to be suffocating. Her appearances would lead me to believe she's a super clean person. Always put together well, even in the gym. So, was there a need to cover an all-niter binge of wild and crazy sex smell? Take a shower! No one smells so bad they need to bathe in perfume prior to sweating it all off at the gym!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then about 15 minutes later comes another whiff of the opposite. Someone farted. Tooted. Ripped one. Silent Flatulence! I have breath-taking perfume on one side and fartious maximus on the other. Where do I turn!? I had no choice but to put my head down and breathe in my own sweatie shirt smell. Much better! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet smelling perfume and fart do &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; mix. *note to self to not pedal between those two*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-1897870877136279990?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/1897870877136279990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=1897870877136279990&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/1897870877136279990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/1897870877136279990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-is-in-air.html' title='Something is in the Air'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-1507556418634389561</id><published>2009-01-01T21:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:44:16.682-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Over 09</title><content type='html'>Happy New Years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year Richard and I chose to stay out of the clubs and big parties and instead chose to spend the evening with just a few friends. Some of Richards friends from college and some old (I don't mean old in age, but past) neighbors joined us and even a cycling buddy! We had fun. Did you guys catch the guy in Vegas landing on the casino... and then jumping off??? On his bike.  I don't remember his name. I'm so full of helpful info! ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marsha came to our little gathering... broken foot and all! She got spooked by a mouse and jumped somehow and broke her foot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SV2MmeLF_0I/AAAAAAAAA0k/Tz6GtxUIync/s1600-h/IMG_3906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SV2MmeLF_0I/AAAAAAAAA0k/Tz6GtxUIync/s320/IMG_3906.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286536130165342018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SV2Ml4uBhJI/AAAAAAAAA0c/vYy7eOeqS_g/s1600-h/Kerry+and+Sheri+resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SV2Ml4uBhJI/AAAAAAAAA0c/vYy7eOeqS_g/s320/Kerry+and+Sheri+resize.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286536120111301778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweetie pie love muffin and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SV2MlpyqJpI/AAAAAAAAA0U/uBrGlsP4Ii8/s1600-h/Kerry+and+Richard+resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SV2MlpyqJpI/AAAAAAAAA0U/uBrGlsP4Ii8/s320/Kerry+and+Richard+resize.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286536116104210066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-1507556418634389561?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/1507556418634389561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=1507556418634389561&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/1507556418634389561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/1507556418634389561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2009/01/starting-over-09.html' title='Starting Over 09'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SV2MmeLF_0I/AAAAAAAAA0k/Tz6GtxUIync/s72-c/IMG_3906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-6542965371484154183</id><published>2008-12-28T21:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T21:56:13.497-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Short Christmas Story</title><content type='html'>For a sweet little Christmas present from Baby Z to her dad, I had Baby Z paint on canvas with her favorite colors (like she knows) and I "framed" them with wild and crazy red fringe.  I also framed, in red leather matching the fringe, a picture of her covered in paint.  Most of the paint was on HER... not the canvas. Here's Richard opening his gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SVhI-NSYaBI/AAAAAAAAA0M/EpMClJz5onk/s1600-h/IMG_3848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SVhI-NSYaBI/AAAAAAAAA0M/EpMClJz5onk/s320/IMG_3848.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285054396275124242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us out celebrating Christmas a few days early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SVhI91LFL0I/AAAAAAAAA0E/YicVAKQN1Kk/s1600-h/Kerry+and+Richard2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SVhI91LFL0I/AAAAAAAAA0E/YicVAKQN1Kk/s320/Kerry+and+Richard2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285054389802053442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Z wasn't ready to wake up Christmas morning. Every other morning she's up and at it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SVhI9ZWTNpI/AAAAAAAAAz8/sRi-F_l6UOI/s1600-h/DSCN0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SVhI9ZWTNpI/AAAAAAAAAz8/sRi-F_l6UOI/s320/DSCN0060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285054382332917394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheri and I in the new hats that mom got us for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SVhI8_X5NmI/AAAAAAAAAz0/8-5rXsnjgLk/s1600-h/Christmas+hats2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SVhI8_X5NmI/AAAAAAAAAz0/8-5rXsnjgLk/s320/Christmas+hats2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285054375360280162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me trying to get my hat on right... and had an accidental picture taken.  I kinda like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SVhI8fOlHKI/AAAAAAAAAzs/ZIKC23mQf4U/s1600-h/Christmas+hats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SVhI8fOlHKI/AAAAAAAAAzs/ZIKC23mQf4U/s320/Christmas+hats.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285054366731279522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-6542965371484154183?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/6542965371484154183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=6542965371484154183&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/6542965371484154183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/6542965371484154183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/12/short-christmas-story.html' title='A Short Christmas Story'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SVhI-NSYaBI/AAAAAAAAA0M/EpMClJz5onk/s72-c/IMG_3848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-2612256732523553297</id><published>2008-12-23T16:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:26:28.531-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Cullen</title><content type='html'>Richard and I tippy-toed out of the house Saturday night about midnight-ish to finally go see &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt;.  I say we have to tip-toe because if baby Z knows we're going... she wants to go too! She's a "goer". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Pattinson is my new crush!  Johnny Depp is still my number one, but Robert... or should I say &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_Cullen_(Twilight)"&gt;Edward&lt;/a&gt;... currently makes my heart flutter! Something about his pastey white skin and piercing eyes and super strength and tender, loving, kind heart that makes me melt. I remember watching &lt;em&gt;Interview with a Vampire&lt;/em&gt;, and being in love with a vampire then... but this, &lt;strong&gt;THIS&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; much better!!!  LOVE HIM. GO SEE IT!  I can't wait for movie #2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-2612256732523553297?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/2612256732523553297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=2612256732523553297&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/2612256732523553297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/2612256732523553297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/12/mr-cullen.html' title='Mr Cullen'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-6579598480514656179</id><published>2008-12-21T21:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:31:52.115-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Beginning</title><content type='html'>Christmas is here! Just a couple of days and we'll be sitting around the tree sipping on hot chocolate or (drink of your choice) and opening gifts. All the hustle and bustle we've done over the past month, will be over in a few short minutes. In our efforts to take a minute to "stop and smell the roses"... basically take a breather... we headed to Bricktown friday night to relax! Dinner at Zio's and a walk along the canal and club hopping. What a good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SU8JY5GieXI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ce3GFk93gcI/s1600-h/IMG_3756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SU8JY5GieXI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ce3GFk93gcI/s320/IMG_3756.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282451211178637682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SU8JYLFN-LI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BdWmCrIflSw/s1600-h/Kerry+and+Richard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SU8JYLFN-LI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BdWmCrIflSw/s320/Kerry+and+Richard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282451198825068722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-6579598480514656179?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/6579598480514656179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=6579598480514656179&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/6579598480514656179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/6579598480514656179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-beginning.html' title='In The Beginning'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SU8JY5GieXI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ce3GFk93gcI/s72-c/IMG_3756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-6327657772333752962</id><published>2008-12-18T09:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:27:04.784-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Lady</title><content type='html'>Ok... I visited the new Chiro last night and I like her! I gave her a list of my "you can't do this or that to me".  I want her to use the Activator (and gave the ok to use the drop table), she can't twist or turn or yank me and I wont get naked. Yes, I actually had one chiro (many moons ago) want me to get naked for a treatment.  You sported a nice white gown, but NOTHING else and it was open in the back. I wasn't really hip on that method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did my evaluation and determined a course of action plus she put me on the stretchy rolling table. The one where you lay down and these big rollers stretch your back and does it ever feel good! I felt like a million bucks last night and I feel wonderful today! I see her again tonight and her plan of action is twice for 6 weeks, then once a week for a few more weeks and then once every month or two. That is so much better than 3 times a week for four years! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:  I didn't go to all my 3 appointments because I was self-diagnosing and determined (my personal course of action) that I didn't need to see him that many times, nor did I have the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-6327657772333752962?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/6327657772333752962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=6327657772333752962&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/6327657772333752962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/6327657772333752962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-lady.html' title='New Lady'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-4397295434540730840</id><published>2008-12-17T14:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T14:51:31.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snap, Crackle, Pop</title><content type='html'>I'm going for a consultation with a new Chiropractor today. After several years of pretty much constant pain because "its going to hurt while doing manipulations because your back has been out of place and gotten used to it", I've had enough and i'm trying someone new.  I didn't hurt before I started seeing Dr 90210, I just had this nice little curve in the middle of my back and I'd very frequently pop ribs out of place while in the gym. So, to get all that fixed I've been in pain for &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt;!  Just not right I tell ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I've wondered if they don't do things to you to make you feel bad... so you'll come back and get more treatments. Typically once you feel good, you stop going to the 'doctor'. I know they preach preventative treatments and that's all good however my "preventative" was 3 times a week which I changed (self medicating. haha) to once a week and I'd skip that if I felt good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossing my fingers that new lady will get me all squared away in no time flat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-4397295434540730840?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/4397295434540730840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=4397295434540730840&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/4397295434540730840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/4397295434540730840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/12/snap-crackle-pop.html' title='Snap, Crackle, Pop'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-4896804536517580805</id><published>2008-12-15T09:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:56:42.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Stuff It!</title><content type='html'>Stocking stuffer ideas are hard to come by sometimes.  Wait... no, I think of alot of cool things but they aren't really stocking stuffers. Unless your stocking is gargantuan size.  My ideas of stuffers... are too big!  But, I found a list of 101 ideas. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Chocolate - any kind will do!  &lt;br /&gt;  2.  Mandarin oranges or exotic fruit such as star fruit  &lt;br /&gt;  3.  Lottery tickets  &lt;br /&gt;  4.  Lipstick - buy a wild shade of red  &lt;br /&gt;  5.  Cozy mittens or gloves  &lt;br /&gt;  6.  Personalized or Christmas print coffee mug or tea cup  &lt;br /&gt;  7.  Tire gauge  &lt;br /&gt;  8.  Picture frames - buy a plain wooden frame and wrap it with Christmas wrap, glue on Christmas ornaments, paint on holly leaves or apply Christmas stickers.  &lt;br /&gt;  9.  Silly Putty - fun for any age!  &lt;br /&gt;  10.  Baseball, golf ball, rubber ball....  &lt;br /&gt;  11.  Night light  &lt;br /&gt;  12.  Christmas ornament - home-made or store-bought  &lt;br /&gt;  13.  Unique kitchen gadget like an egg slicer, grapefruit spoon, garlic press, etc.  &lt;br /&gt;  14.  Deck of cards - search for one with unusual artwork  &lt;br /&gt;  15.  Hair accessories  &lt;br /&gt;  16.  A book or magazine  &lt;br /&gt;  17.  Magnifying glass  &lt;br /&gt;  18.  Gum or penny candy - buy the stuff that takes you back to when you were a kid  &lt;br /&gt;  19.  Pot pourri - create your own easy sachet by placing pot pourri in a lace handkerchief, gather the kerchief and tie with a silk ribbon  &lt;br /&gt;  20.  Novelty shoelaces  &lt;br /&gt;  21.  Stamp pad and stamps  &lt;br /&gt;  22.  Batteries  &lt;br /&gt;  23.  Decorative wine stopper  &lt;br /&gt;  24.  Journal or diary  &lt;br /&gt;  25.  Modelling clay  &lt;br /&gt;  26.  Touque or a scarf - hand-knit or purchase in a store - you can add your own personal touch to store bought by stitching on ribbon, bows, buttons or beads  &lt;br /&gt;  37.  Yo-yo  &lt;br /&gt;  28.  Home made cookies  &lt;br /&gt;  29.  Wallet or business card holder  &lt;br /&gt;  30.  Travel games  &lt;br /&gt;  46.  Coupons for fast food, or admission to museums or other attractions  &lt;br /&gt;  32.  Underwear or socks - be racy or pedestrian, your choice  &lt;br /&gt;  33.  Candles - and there are so many to choose from  &lt;br /&gt;  34.  Slinky  &lt;br /&gt;  35.  Popcorn seasoning or spices  &lt;br /&gt;  36.  Nail polish  &lt;br /&gt;  37.  Toothbrush  &lt;br /&gt;  38.  Airplane sized bottles of liquor  &lt;br /&gt;  39.  Packets of flavored hot chocolate or cider mix  &lt;br /&gt;  40.  Die cast metal car  &lt;br /&gt;  41.  Stationary or note cards  &lt;br /&gt;  42.  Bath beads, bubble bath or scented soap - make your own or go shopping  &lt;br /&gt;  43.  A copy of the gift recipient's favorite recipe - you can add some of the ingredients, too  &lt;br /&gt;  44.  Stickers  &lt;br /&gt;  45.  Pencil or pen - try a pen with purple ink, a giant pencil, a fountain pen, a twig pencil, etc.  &lt;br /&gt;  46.  Desk or wall calendar  &lt;br /&gt;  47.  Keychain  &lt;br /&gt;  48.  Soap dish  &lt;br /&gt;  49.  The hottest hot sauce you can find  &lt;br /&gt;  50.  Seeds - try heirloom seeds or native wildflower seeds  &lt;br /&gt;  51.  Fishing lures  &lt;br /&gt;  52.  Glasses case  &lt;br /&gt;  53.  Coloring book  &lt;br /&gt;  54.  Coasters  &lt;br /&gt;  55.  Incense  &lt;br /&gt;  56.  Paper pouches in novelty shapes  &lt;br /&gt;  57.  Craft supplies - paints, brushes, wooden cut-outs, embroidery thread, beads, doll heads, kits, etc.  &lt;br /&gt;  58.  House plant tools or decorative watering can  &lt;br /&gt;  59.  Sports water bottle  &lt;br /&gt;  60.  Vase  &lt;br /&gt;  61.  Mouse pad  &lt;br /&gt;  62.  Exercise bands or hand weights  &lt;br /&gt;  63.  Snow globe  &lt;br /&gt;  64.  Cold mask (the kind you store in the fridge and wrap around your face to relieve aches and stuffiness)  &lt;br /&gt;  65.  Travel mug  &lt;br /&gt;  66.  Photos of the gift recipient as a child  &lt;br /&gt;  67.  Christmas theme costume jewelry  &lt;br /&gt;  68.  A tool - hammer, screw driver, pliers, etc.  &lt;br /&gt;  69.  Harmonica  &lt;br /&gt;  70.  Sewing, knitting, woodworking, needlework patterns  &lt;br /&gt;  71.  Poster  &lt;br /&gt;  72.  Kaleidoscope  &lt;br /&gt;  73.  Decorative bottle opener or cork screw  &lt;br /&gt;  74.  Silly straws  &lt;br /&gt;  75.  Flashlight  &lt;br /&gt;  76.  Address book  &lt;br /&gt;  77.  Cedar balls for keeping closets and drawers fresh  &lt;br /&gt;  78.  Blank diskettes, cassettes, or CD's  &lt;br /&gt;  79.  Piggy bank  &lt;br /&gt;  80.  Kite  &lt;br /&gt;  81.  Jar of homemade jam or syrup or canned fruit  &lt;br /&gt;  82.  Decorative tea towels or hand towels  &lt;br /&gt;  83.  Hand held calculator  &lt;br /&gt;  84.  Jigsaw puzzle or other puzzle game  &lt;br /&gt;  85.  Tarot cards - they only work if you receive them as a gift!  &lt;br /&gt;  86.  Small wooden trinket box  &lt;br /&gt;  87.  Small stuffed toy  &lt;br /&gt;  88.  Napkin rings  &lt;br /&gt;  89.  Model airplane kit  &lt;br /&gt;  90.  Personal radio  &lt;br /&gt;  91.  Sidewalk chalk  &lt;br /&gt;  92.  Personalized birth chart or horoscope book  &lt;br /&gt;  93.  Thermal lunchbag  &lt;br /&gt;  94.  Sheet music  &lt;br /&gt;  95.  Film for the gift recipient's camera  &lt;br /&gt;  96.  Gift certificate for fresh flowers  &lt;br /&gt;  97.  Paperweight  &lt;br /&gt;  98.  Fridge magnets  &lt;br /&gt;  99.  Travel maps  &lt;br /&gt;  100.  Long distance calling card  &lt;br /&gt;  101.  Bird feeder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-4896804536517580805?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/4896804536517580805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=4896804536517580805&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/4896804536517580805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/4896804536517580805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-stuff-it.html' title='Oh, Stuff It!'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-6715196690426437081</id><published>2008-12-11T16:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:14:03.158-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Tidings We Bring</title><content type='html'>The cards are in the mail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mailed them yesterday and the little postmaster lady said that a school came in right before me and mailed 3 big boxes of Christmas cards to the troops. That is awesome! I hope they make it to them in time and I do hope they enjoy them. I also hope they can &lt;em&gt;read&lt;/em&gt; them!  Some of those little guys crack me up. Their intentions are good and you can kind of make out what they meant. The pictures are the best! One little boy drew a tank and a soldier holding a machine gun (bigger than the soldier) and said "&lt;em&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/em&gt;!"  How sweet is that. Not bad for a 4 year old :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-6715196690426437081?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/6715196690426437081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=6715196690426437081&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/6715196690426437081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/6715196690426437081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-tidings-we-bring.html' title='Good Tidings We Bring'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-1060072268905242448</id><published>2008-12-04T09:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:28:18.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Round 1</title><content type='html'>I got the first round of Christmas cards laying on my desk. Whooohooo!  I hope the troops like them ... they have certainly brought a smile to my face. Not only because we're able to do them, but because of what the students write. Some are so sweet and some are just... clueless. HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday while the kids where designing and writing I was watching over their shoulders and one girl started with "&lt;em&gt;To My Significant Other&lt;/em&gt;", and then proceeded to write about how she appreciates this and that and Merry Christmas.  After my internal hysterical laughter fit and then switching to potential child stalker scenerios and everything else that could go bad (I always switch to a dark side at some point. haha) I convinced her that addressing the card as such probably isn't a good idea and maybe should change it.  She said "&lt;em&gt;I dont know what that means anyways&lt;/em&gt;". HAHA Then &lt;strong&gt;why&lt;/strong&gt; address it like that?!  I guess she'd just heard it randomly and thought she'd write it!? hahahahah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its changed and the card is good. Wouldn't some guy, or gal, just crap when they opened a Christmas card like that? haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-1060072268905242448?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/1060072268905242448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=1060072268905242448&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/1060072268905242448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/1060072268905242448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/12/round-1.html' title='Round 1'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-4330740682671492493</id><published>2008-12-03T13:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T13:24:32.087-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Far Away Land</title><content type='html'>I am so excited about our computer project today!  I'm having the students make Christmas cards to send to the unit that was just deployed from Oklahoma.  I don't know why this particular project has me so pumped... but i'm sooo excited! I guess because some troop, somewhere, over there, in the nasty elements, is going to open a little card from a kiddo in Oklahoma who thought of them :)  Hopefully they will bring smiles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-4330740682671492493?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/4330740682671492493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=4330740682671492493&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/4330740682671492493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/4330740682671492493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-far-away-land.html' title='In a Far Away Land'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-5076350909870595755</id><published>2008-11-29T22:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T22:07:19.404-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gender Analyzer</title><content type='html'>Yep. This blog is written by women (65%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check &lt;a href="http://www.genderanalyzer.com/"&gt;yours&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-5076350909870595755?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/5076350909870595755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=5076350909870595755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/5076350909870595755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/5076350909870595755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/11/gender-analyzer.html' title='Gender Analyzer'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-7808074612766735639</id><published>2008-11-29T21:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T22:02:34.865-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I survived Thanksgiving 2008 and I prepare for 2009.  My plan is to NOT have to spend my holiday racing all over God's creation just to eat at someones house. I am going to pick a spot to "have Thanksgiving" and that's where i'm going and that's who i'm spending my time with.  I don't think Thanksgiving is a Holiday where you should be expected to make rounds.  Especially when 4 weeks later, they want you to do it all again for Christmas. Makes no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, its over! Yeah!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... and baby Z totally surprised me. She loves to eat what i'm eating and I totally expected her to taste test everything I had on my plate.  She opted to eat NONE of it! She ate her baby food and crawled away.  Even turned down pumpkin pie and chocolate pie.  I think she's on her first diet! ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-7808074612766735639?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/7808074612766735639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=7808074612766735639&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/7808074612766735639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/7808074612766735639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-survived-thanksgiving-2008-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-6896394309858655156</id><published>2008-11-25T23:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T23:14:24.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Round and Round</title><content type='html'>Since the weather has gotten a bit cooler, I've not been able to ride bikes outside so I've returned to spin class at the gym.  The class that i've been able to attend is taught by a chick... and as much as I like her personally, I don't like her teaching the class so much. She tries to incorporate all these aerobic moves while you're spinning your legs off.  *jump up* *swing your arms* *up*down*up*down... blah blah.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss one of the male instructor that was hired to teach the class a few years ago. He rocked it! His music was awesome and he had been in the military and rode professionally at some point I think. He knew how to teach a spin class. Plus, he was hard core! You'd walk out TOTALLY wringing wet. LOVED IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chick is just too... chick-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL tonight I went to spin... at my gym... but its a class I never get to go to because of the time. However, I left work early today and made it on time. Some dude was teaching it and he was hard core! The pain and burn were awesome! I loved it!  Guys really do know how to spin your wheels way better than a girl!  I say keep the men!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-6896394309858655156?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/6896394309858655156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=6896394309858655156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/6896394309858655156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/6896394309858655156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/11/round-and-round.html' title='Round and Round'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-3766168525917113964</id><published>2008-11-25T15:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T15:56:54.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished</title><content type='html'>I've had this thought ALL day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm SO sick of people trying to bleed you dry... take every little thing they can. I'm tired of takers. I'd much rather give to people who don't expect or beg for things than people who demand, expect and constantly ask for crap!  I'm sick of everyone and their dog wanting donations. A person can be spread only so thin and then that's the end!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean THE END!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-3766168525917113964?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/3766168525917113964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=3766168525917113964&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/3766168525917113964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/3766168525917113964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/11/finished.html' title='Finished'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-8197910876921598106</id><published>2008-11-20T09:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T09:33:00.569-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Power Drink</title><content type='html'>Chocolate Milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's way more to milk than just calcium. In fact, it's a damn near perfect food, giving you a lot of valuable energy while keeping your calorie count low, says nutritionist Susan Kleiner, Ph.D. The chocolate kind is loaded with calcium, vitamins, and minerals just like the plain stuff, but new studies confirm that milk with a touch of cocoa is as powerful as commercial recovery drinks at replenishing and repairing muscles.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES YES YES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-8197910876921598106?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/8197910876921598106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=8197910876921598106&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/8197910876921598106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/8197910876921598106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/11/power-drink.html' title='Power Drink'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-2753926461944824667</id><published>2008-11-19T13:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:26:54.777-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Stole Christmas</title><content type='html'>When I was a kiddo, I loved the holidays. I absolutely loved Thanksgiving and Christmas and all the hub-bub. More and more... i'm growing to hate it. This year specifically is just... well I wish it would just slide by without me knowing its been here and gone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of trying to figure out schedules of where to be and when and trying to fit everyone in. I want SO BAD to tell them &lt;em&gt;I'm staying home&lt;/em&gt;! Last year was awesome because at Thanksgiving I was preggers with Baby Z... and I did just that. I stayed home! I loved it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we figure out Thanksgiving, we have to turn right around and do it again for Christmas. I'd love to have my own Christmas. My own traditions. For once I'd love to get up and have Christmas with my kids at &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; house and stay and play with new toys all day long and just lounge around. Instead we bustle from here, hurry to there, and try to cram in every person in such a short amount of time. Its stressful and not relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even mentioned having to buy them shit that no one wants or needs and probably winds up lost, broken, in a garage sale, on a dusty shelf, given to the neighbor, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this while Holiday shopping online today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Common Sources for Holiday Anxiety, Stress and Depression are:&lt;br /&gt;Divorce&lt;br /&gt;How we look or how we've aged&lt;br /&gt;Success or Failure&lt;br /&gt;Fear of Faking Love or Joy&lt;br /&gt;Fear we got the wrong gift&lt;br /&gt;How did the year go&lt;br /&gt;Work-a-holic letdown&lt;br /&gt;Fear of Crowds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Solutions:&lt;br /&gt;Change your expectations or attitudes&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame yourself&lt;br /&gt;You can always answer NO!&lt;br /&gt;Alone is not bad&lt;br /&gt;Refocus on someone else&lt;br /&gt;Set rules of discussion&lt;br /&gt;Do shopping by mail order or internet&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-2753926461944824667?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/2753926461944824667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=2753926461944824667&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/2753926461944824667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/2753926461944824667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/11/someone-stole-christmas.html' title='Someone Stole Christmas'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-804520152531776801</id><published>2008-11-12T21:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:42:44.287-06:00</updated><title type='text'>O'Reilly Factor</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dennis Miller for President&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone happen to catch him on Bill O'Reilly tonight!? I never ever watch it... well, ok sometimes. But very rarely.  I got to the gym and Bill was interviewing someone about the Presidential elections and blah blah and it kind of sparked my interest.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dennis_Miller"&gt;Dennis Miller&lt;/a&gt; was the next segment and although i've never been a fan of him, I stayed tuned in to hear what he had to say about the political issues at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, I love him! He had his head screwed on straight tonight! Preach on, brutha! He said &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;although he may, or may not have voted for the President Elect, he wants him to be successful. He wants him to prove all of us wrong (that thought otherwise and voted against him) and he wants us to be in a position we want a second term.  This is his country and he loves it and supports it, and he wants his president to be a success. Although people think Bush has been so bad and want him out, Thank God for him and the 8 years he served and his willingness to fight for our freedom and the willingness of the men and women to fight for us and for those 8 years, they have given us the ability to have this election in 2008. We are still free. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then went on about the f'ing bailouts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Where the #&amp;*$^@^ do they think this money comes from? We're paying for it!  Let the companies go under. Let us deal with it. AIG is taking the money and giving bonuses and vacations. They aren't stopping their lavish spending... they are continuing on. They havent learned a thing and where will this stop? Now the auto makers want a bailout. Let them go. Someone will survive it. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said other things but that's the jist of it. I think he's right. I know we're going to be in a heck of a hurt if we don't bail them out, but damn!  We let them continue business as normal!? Its NOT normal! They f'd up. They should be on a payment plan and pay all that bailout money back! Plus interest! I'm (we, the taxpayers) are paying for their shiznit several times over. We buy the products, then we get taxed to death to pay for their bailout, then we don't have the money to live so we lose our shirts... where's our bailout!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want all my money back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-804520152531776801?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/804520152531776801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=804520152531776801&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/804520152531776801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/804520152531776801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/11/oreilly-factor.html' title='O&apos;Reilly Factor'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-3023886014383263248</id><published>2008-11-11T21:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:54:27.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot for Teacher</title><content type='html'>Did I tell y'all I'm doing Taekwondo!??!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really, but P is, and in a round about way, that means I am. I'm paying for it and watching lessons... so i'm taking it. Right!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that to find the hot guys, you need to hang out in the martial arts training gyms. Heck, even daddy, who opened the gym in the 70's is still a hottie! His son, who currently runs the show, is a cutie patootie (and his baby girl is cute to boot!) and obviously a prereq to instruct there is to be tall, dark, and handsome with piercing eyes, luscious smiles, and limber as a newborn baby! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might go ahead and enroll in the beginners program with P. I did Taebo for years... surely that would impress the hot teachers! lol  I should get some pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-3023886014383263248?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/3023886014383263248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=3023886014383263248&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/3023886014383263248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/3023886014383263248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/11/hot-for-teacher.html' title='Hot for Teacher'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-4157604503071923218</id><published>2008-11-05T21:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:46:57.258-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No comment</title><content type='html'>It's a sad day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCain/Palin won our state, but unfortunately they didn't win the big race. I have yet to speak to one person that is excited about the outcome... maybe I will bump into someone tomorrow that actually thinks we got a good deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the presidential race had a time limit... from start to finish they have 3 months or something. I swear it took two years to get this dang thing over with. Also, focus on the REAL issues! NOT clothing or family... but important things like why the HELL wont someone provide a birth certificate or what the F is "change"? Have you really ever defined it!? Change. That's nice but what kind of change? Not ALL change is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-4157604503071923218?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/4157604503071923218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=4157604503071923218&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/4157604503071923218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/4157604503071923218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-comment.html' title='No comment'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-6119618875170218720</id><published>2008-11-03T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:11:04.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Booger Bear</title><content type='html'>Has anyone ever noticed that New York &lt;strong&gt;always &lt;/strong&gt;has a "can't miss" sale of $30 off purchases over $75 and Carnival Shoes always has the great &lt;em&gt;Buy one, get one Half&lt;/em&gt; sale... every week; and Express always has the $25 off $75 purchase sale... every week?!?  It's the exact same sales every single week. Do they really think we think these are special sales!?  Just wondering if I was the only one wondering these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home with a sick Z today.  I really didn't have anything special planned, I wasn't working today... but I sure didn't want to spend it wiping snot and giving meds. I guess it worked out for the best.  She woke up with red swollen eyes yesterday morning and a snotty nose and congestion. So off to the Urgent Care center she went. Richard got to sit with the doctor while I tended to the boys and the soccer tournament.  Turns out she has an eye infection (we knew that by looking at her).  Apparently, she got something in one eye and it became infected and, as all babies do, she rubbed her eyes and spread the goo to the other eye.   I'm pretty sure this all started at a soccer game a few weeks ago because she woke up after the game with a red eye but the redness and puffiness was short lived. She probably got grass in her eyes, rubbed them, and started a little infection. Just my guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Baby Z and I have been busy cleaning her room from top to bottom. The eye infection is very contagious so I pledged her room, changed sheets, shampoo'd her carpet, etc. It's spotless and smells so... pledgey clean! hehe  She's napping now so I'm playing catchup on my stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow is Voting Day!!! Don't forget to Vote!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-6119618875170218720?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/6119618875170218720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=6119618875170218720&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/6119618875170218720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/6119618875170218720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/11/booger-bear.html' title='Booger Bear'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-8360867149685069829</id><published>2008-10-30T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:10:12.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat</title><content type='html'>Happy Halloween to y'all tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Z is going to be a ladybug and I've recruited Darth Vader to take her on the candy tour. She has a hat to wear... that has the lady bug antenna on it and she refuses to wear it. She rips the hat off faster than I can get it hooked on.  This may be an antenna-free ladybug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-8360867149685069829?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/8360867149685069829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=8360867149685069829&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/8360867149685069829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/8360867149685069829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-5021391540795484075</id><published>2008-10-23T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:49:11.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuutball</title><content type='html'>bbbrrrrrrrr it's cold! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had really nice weather thus far... until today! When we are scheduled to have a parent/kiddo soccer game and ice cream social dealie-o at soccer practice!!!  I think we should be having a chili cook-off instead of ice cream.  The parents are also supposed to suit up and have a scrimmage with the soccer team.. and we were encouraged to wear "all the gear". Translation: make &lt;strong&gt;sure&lt;/strong&gt; you wear shin guards and any other padding/protection you can find.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have recruited a sub for my position :)  My precious C is going to be playing in my place.  I know its somewhat unfair (but who cares).  He outweighs me by a ton and running into him is like hitting a brick wall. He also plays and knows the rules of the game inside and out plus knows the cheats.  He can also outrun anyone playing. So... I did good! haha  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begged and bribed him to take my place... plus I claimed injury (which is partially true) plus he'd have to watch baby Z while I played. He chose to play. ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-5021391540795484075?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/5021391540795484075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=5021391540795484075&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/5021391540795484075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/5021391540795484075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/10/fuutball.html' title='Fuutball'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-7879998055137379879</id><published>2008-10-20T13:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T14:01:50.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not liking Today</title><content type='html'>I can &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; stand &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meredith_Vieira"&gt;Meredith Vieira&lt;/a&gt;! I'm pretty sure i've blogged this before, but I'll say it again. She should have never been hired to do the &lt;em&gt;Today Show&lt;/em&gt;. It has sucked donkey dick since Katie Couric left and Meredith started sitting with Matt Lauer. She's unable to do a decent interview and can't leave her personal opinions untouched. She's rude and a total douchebag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They need to replace her and from the look on Matt's face half the time, he thinks the same thing!  She's not strong and is most definitely the weakest link on the show!  I've seen the others cut her off in mid sentence because she's rambling on about some BS that doesn't make sense and they are trying to keep the show going. Her attempts at flirting are also gut wrenching. Blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go away! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... gotta run and take care of other matters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Circe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-7879998055137379879?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/7879998055137379879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=7879998055137379879&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/7879998055137379879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/7879998055137379879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-not-liking-today.html' title='I&apos;m not liking Today'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-6322211443533499930</id><published>2008-09-27T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T12:12:34.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frosty the Snowman</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a blonde chick who thought it would be fun to take a little walk through the rocks, sand, dirt, cactus of Arizona (in the middle of town) and check out the beautiful countryside. It was 104 degrees on this nice cool day and with no food or water in tow, we hiked.  Who would have thought we'd stumble onto a vending machine in the midst!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SN5nrCHhElI/AAAAAAAAAy0/8pOKsCupa1o/s1600-h/Dasani+in+the+desert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SN5nrCHhElI/AAAAAAAAAy0/8pOKsCupa1o/s320/Dasani+in+the+desert.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250748204561011282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SN5nreLMAbI/AAAAAAAAAy8/dIYxttO3ano/s1600-h/DSCN9899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SN5nreLMAbI/AAAAAAAAAy8/dIYxttO3ano/s320/DSCN9899.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250748212092600754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course... "SOLD OUT" of water but diet coke was still available. Beats getting nothing!  and.... you can turn your head sideways to look at the picture... or turn your monitor. I just noticed that I hadn't fixed the pic. Sorry :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SN5nr1oZ_DI/AAAAAAAAAzE/ipEF4GZ2BCU/s1600-h/DSCN9900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SN5nr1oZ_DI/AAAAAAAAAzE/ipEF4GZ2BCU/s320/DSCN9900.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250748218389167154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely flowers in the desert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SN5nr3ysalI/AAAAAAAAAzM/xLU7zhdLPXc/s1600-h/DSCN9909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SN5nr3ysalI/AAAAAAAAAzM/xLU7zhdLPXc/s320/DSCN9909.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250748218969188946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me... after a sip of diet coke :)  I do love Arizona!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SN5nsRemgPI/AAAAAAAAAzU/ZEUtyASjB-k/s1600-h/DSCN9904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SN5nsRemgPI/AAAAAAAAAzU/ZEUtyASjB-k/s320/DSCN9904.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250748225864237298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-6322211443533499930?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/6322211443533499930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=6322211443533499930&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/6322211443533499930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/6322211443533499930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/09/frosty-snowman.html' title='Frosty the Snowman'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SN5nrCHhElI/AAAAAAAAAy0/8pOKsCupa1o/s72-c/Dasani+in+the+desert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-7554246816801130840</id><published>2008-09-23T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T22:14:25.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Series 1</title><content type='html'>The first night in Scottsdale, Richard and I found a cool little park.  We saw an outdoor wedding, a group of hispanic kids all fixed up in bright colored dresses and flowers... getting pictures made plus all kinds of fun things to play on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me... singing at the fountains :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SNmvHqZorJI/AAAAAAAAAyM/M3St0R_oFho/s1600-h/Kerry+at+the+fountain+singing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SNmvHqZorJI/AAAAAAAAAyM/M3St0R_oFho/s320/Kerry+at+the+fountain+singing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249419386852781202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SNmvH5ebwbI/AAAAAAAAAyU/bQ1zpbmuRx8/s1600-h/Kerry+at+the+fountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SNmvH5ebwbI/AAAAAAAAAyU/bQ1zpbmuRx8/s320/Kerry+at+the+fountain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249419390899438002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found the biggest LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SNmvIV3HF5I/AAAAAAAAAyc/4X4Ljxf9G-E/s1600-h/In+Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SNmvIV3HF5I/AAAAAAAAAyc/4X4Ljxf9G-E/s320/In+Love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249419398519134098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging around and having fun. We found out &lt;strong&gt;after&lt;/strong&gt; we got the picture, that we werent supposed to be hanging around on and climbing on the LOVE.  The park security guy told Richard. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SNmvI31nCeI/AAAAAAAAAyk/MryHLgceDmY/s1600-h/In+Love+two+birds+hang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SNmvI31nCeI/AAAAAAAAAyk/MryHLgceDmY/s320/In+Love+two+birds+hang.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249419407639644642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More LOVE fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SNmvJP2g77I/AAAAAAAAAys/lwmOn1bVJ6w/s1600-h/In+Love2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SNmvJP2g77I/AAAAAAAAAys/lwmOn1bVJ6w/s320/In+Love2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249419414085889970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-7554246816801130840?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/7554246816801130840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=7554246816801130840&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/7554246816801130840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/7554246816801130840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/09/series-1.html' title='Series 1'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SNmvHqZorJI/AAAAAAAAAyM/M3St0R_oFho/s72-c/Kerry+at+the+fountain+singing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-7931284382408018407</id><published>2008-09-23T08:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T09:05:00.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Sky</title><content type='html'>I'm baaaaaack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arizona is hot!! It's a "different kind of hot". I know i've heard that one hundred million times... and its true. But, it's still hot! At least its not so humid.  I left Phoenix and it was 104 degrees... arrived in Oklahoma to a freezing cold 69 degrees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our resort was super nice and located in the Old Towne of Scottsdale... which I think is also close to a gay district somewhere because they were abundant! I'll have to write more later. Right now I get to go to the dentist. Blah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-7931284382408018407?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/7931284382408018407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=7931284382408018407&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/7931284382408018407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/7931284382408018407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/09/fire-sky.html' title='Fire Sky'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-723789664054373233</id><published>2008-09-18T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T13:06:40.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed Demons</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to get my kiddos to speed up their typing, so today I had one of my classes log into our typing program and take a typing 'test'. This test calculated their speed and accuracy and then calculated at what level they needed to start.  WELL this particular group is pretty young... third graders... and after they took the test, the software gives you the results and all of a sudden I started hearing "&lt;em&gt;Ms. Kerry!  I typed 17 miles per hour&lt;/em&gt;!" or "&lt;em&gt;I typed 14 miles per hour&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO! &lt;strong&gt;Miles her hour!??? &lt;/strong&gt;I had to explain that its &lt;em&gt;words per minute&lt;/em&gt;. Not miles per hour. Cracks me up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-723789664054373233?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/723789664054373233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=723789664054373233&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/723789664054373233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/723789664054373233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/09/speed-demons.html' title='Speed Demons'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-4193348226625548287</id><published>2008-09-15T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T15:00:55.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Disney Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatestjournal.com/quiz.bml?Q=16354"&gt;&lt;font size=+1&gt;You Are Megara!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v465/newbandi/Megara.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Charming and witty. You are always the first person to come up with a wisecrack. Sure, you have an attitude, but that's why people love you. You keep them on their toes. Sometimes you can be misleading, but always end up doing the right thing for the people you love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatestjournal.com/quiz.bml?Q=16354"&gt;Which Disney Princess Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charming and witty. You are always the first person to come up with a wisecrack. Sure, you have an attitude, but that's why people love you. You keep them on their toes. Sometimes you can be misleading, but always end up doing the right thing for the people you love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-4193348226625548287?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/4193348226625548287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=4193348226625548287&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/4193348226625548287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/4193348226625548287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-disney-princess.html' title='I&apos;m a Disney Princess'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-4273320988161194994</id><published>2008-09-09T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:22:58.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Olympic Volleyball Team</title><content type='html'>Our PE teacher at school had a family emergency and had to leave town unexpectedly... so she needed someone to cover for her. I volunteered for two days... today being my first day.  She left a list of exercises for them to do (situps, pushups, pullups, etc) and then we could play volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped straight to volleyball AND I let them take their shoes and socks off. Apparently, they don't get to do that, and I didn't see why we should play in a sand pit with shoes and socks on.  At the end of the 5th grade class, I heard "&lt;em&gt;this is the best PE day ever! You are awesome as our PE teacher! Do you get to substitute again!?!?"&lt;/em&gt;  I played with them. I mean I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; played!  We did boys against girls and I had to play with the girls... we rocked! Of course it helps that I tower over all the other players. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-4273320988161194994?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/4273320988161194994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=4273320988161194994&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/4273320988161194994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/4273320988161194994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/09/next-olympic-volleyball-team.html' title='Next Olympic Volleyball Team'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-7313714648625627938</id><published>2008-09-07T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:20:59.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>F U</title><content type='html'>WELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was all excited about watching the MTV VMA Awards, but its 14 minutes into the show and i'm so pissed off. Russell Brand can KMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may have been just saying what he was told to say... but the butt could have said NO! To spend 14 minutes talking politics and blatantly slamming President Bush and the Republican party and making fun of Sarah Palin's family and begging people to vote for Obama is down right low, dirty and disgusting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the worst host. MTV really knows how to pick em.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney just won her award. Good for her. She looks great, BTW.  However, the host is an ass and the writers are bigger asses and I hope it all bites them in the ass!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-7313714648625627938?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/7313714648625627938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=7313714648625627938&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/7313714648625627938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/7313714648625627938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/09/f-u.html' title='F U'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-7856227216290809193</id><published>2008-09-05T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:23:57.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragon Breath</title><content type='html'>I can't stand men who think they know everything and really don't know jack. I guess I shouldn't say men... because women do it to.  However, i'm experiencing one man who is a complete jackass and every time I encounter him (and I do frequently because he is the tech contracted by our school to do computer work) we have a confrontation about some tech issue... he acts like an ass and like he knows everything... and I prove him wrong in one way or another and then there is great tension between us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a brief explanation of our latest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;OH and you know the jackass tech that is "awesome" that does computer work for XYZ?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;WELL.... we are upgrading Pc's and I emailed him with the first three that I want to upgrade and asked him if he needed any more information.  He said NO, HE HAS IT AND WILL BE IN TODAY. the jackass came in and proceeded to explain to me that there was different types of memory (REALLY!?!??! CUZ I DIDNT KNOW)  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then jackass took his handul of memory to the 3 machines that he "already knew all about" and proceeded to upgrade them&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Within 15 minutes he was back... couldnt do any of them because he got the wrong memory sticks. HAHAHHAHAAH&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I think maybe jackass should learn to ask me some questions. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I copied and pasted this from the email that I sent out explaining he has proved himself an idiot again. lol  There is so much more... PLUS he has horrible breath!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-7856227216290809193?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/7856227216290809193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=7856227216290809193&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/7856227216290809193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/7856227216290809193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/09/dragon-breath.html' title='Dragon Breath'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-9125082277868098949</id><published>2008-08-26T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:44:37.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Martha Stewert Here</title><content type='html'>A Lesson learned for all of us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potholders made with love by Grandma do not bake well in the oven. They will burn to a crisp and send stinky balls of smoke out the oven and infiltrate your house thus setting off the smoke alarm. No amount of fanning the front door and the back door will help the situation, nor does the 'vent' overhead. All this does is add irritating noise (loud vent) to the already screeching smoke alarm and wailing baby (because she's scared... hell, I dont blame her. I was scared!)  It also opens up the doors (pun) for flies to join you for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another hint: Although you think you will never need your smoke detector/criminal jerk entry alarm, you will. It's always at the worst moment. Apparently, the 11th try at busting the code is the magic number. I finally got it! Now, I have no idea what it is because I was punching so quickly I'm not sure what I entered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's love is in the trash outside and the poop it left behind is stuck to the bottom of my oven.  Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What happened is... I pulled C &amp; P's dinner out of the oven to check it and it wasn't quite done so I popped it back in the oven. WELL I didnt realize that the potholder I'd sat it on was STILL stuck to the bottom of the dish!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-9125082277868098949?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/9125082277868098949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=9125082277868098949&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/9125082277868098949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/9125082277868098949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/08/martha-stewert-here.html' title='Martha Stewert Here'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-787584597343087129</id><published>2008-08-25T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:00:39.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dive IN</title><content type='html'>It's taking me forever to get on with the RAGBRAI picture posting... so i'm skipping to the end. HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Larry's Angels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hired a driver to drive our Coach and drag along the car hauler and mini van (we go in style). He also waited on us hand and foot and made sure the Coach was set up and prepared for us when we came pedaling in so that we could shower and relax. Each morning after we all departed for the day, he loaded up and moved the whole mess to the next town/stop. Larry was awesome and we wouldnt have made it without him! He referred to us as Larry's Angels. As much as he babied us... we tried to take care of him too. *Kisses* Larry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SLNtyR4NPiI/AAAAAAAAAk4/ghwPmje9uH8/s1600-h/IMG_3153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SLNtyR4NPiI/AAAAAAAAAk4/ghwPmje9uH8/s320/IMG_3153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238651502122057250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we pedaled into the final destination, tradition is... that you dip your tire in the river. Here's our team after we'd all dipped and finished the 471 miles! Larry is next to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SLNty91AITI/AAAAAAAAAlA/JDJsRjlLDaQ/s1600-h/IMG_3156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SLNty91AITI/AAAAAAAAAlA/JDJsRjlLDaQ/s320/IMG_3156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238651513919775026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheri and I dipping our tires. What an awesome feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SLNtzNk8zYI/AAAAAAAAAlI/bIORuimcTvA/s1600-h/IMG_3155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SLNtzNk8zYI/AAAAAAAAAlI/bIORuimcTvA/s320/IMG_3155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238651518147415426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another note: Richard has now taken two successful spins on his new road bike and is eagerly preparing to take baby Z oe on a ride in her new bike trailer.  The first day, we rode around the lake (9 miles) at a whopping average of 11.7mph.  The next day, we hit the pavement and averaged 14.6 mph! What an awesome improvement and incredible for a newbie on day two! Richard is a natural. Once he gets going… he’ll be riding way ahead of the rest of us in the group. He’ll be up there with John and Pops and Mac! Good job Rich!  Z will love the ride!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-787584597343087129?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/787584597343087129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=787584597343087129&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/787584597343087129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/787584597343087129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/08/dive-in.html' title='Dive IN'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SLNtyR4NPiI/AAAAAAAAAk4/ghwPmje9uH8/s72-c/IMG_3153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-6331733431436469787</id><published>2008-08-20T21:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:22:22.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tech Director too</title><content type='html'>LORDY LORDY... teaching 5th graders in the area of Technology is challenging and brain-boggling and ok, makes you want to drink and tests your patience, and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4th graders are awesome! I loved having that class today.  Tomorrow I get to have the 3rd and 2nd graders.  3rd graders are ready to master WORD and the 2nd graders are going to master &amp;lt;ctrl&amp;gt; &amp;lt;alt&amp;gt; &amp;lt;del&amp;gt;. That is my goal for them... to just be able to hit 3 keys at the same time so we can even log on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my new job. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-6331733431436469787?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/6331733431436469787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=6331733431436469787&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/6331733431436469787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/6331733431436469787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/08/tech-director-too.html' title='Tech Director too'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-4484610370450203822</id><published>2008-08-18T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:58:11.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>My new pet peeve today is people who ASSUME the change is theirs to keep... for a tip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I was at a restaurant with a few people (7 I think) and we each got our tickets and send our payments back with the waiter.  One of us (not me) paid cash. His bill was $11 and some change and he'd give a $20 bill.  When the tickets came back for us to sign (credit cards) or our change, he didn't get change. The waiter said he'd kept it for a tip!  Our buddy laughed hysterically and said he wanted ALL of his change and there was no way he was going to tip almost as much as his bill was! It was rude of the waiter to assume the change was his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today at Sonic the little carhop chick kept my change without me telling her to. I know it was happy hour and my coke was only 81 cents... and I gave her a $1, but still to just grab it and barely spit out a thank you and not even act like you thought about change. Took it and ran! That pisses me off. If she'd offered me the change, i'd said 'keep it'... but now that you take it and run, i'll be SURE to only give you exact change next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-4484610370450203822?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/4484610370450203822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=4484610370450203822&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/4484610370450203822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/4484610370450203822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/08/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-5572813313218224669</id><published>2008-08-12T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:00:57.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Styx Still Rocks</title><content type='html'>Maybe by next year's RAGBRAI ride, I'll get all of this years pictures posted! HA&lt;br /&gt;j/k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't possibly post that many... but just a taste!&lt;br /&gt;Iowa smells. I mean it stinks. Like poop. There are pig farms everywhere and the place smells like shit. I mean it! However, they have the greenest fields I've ever seen. I'm pretty sure its from crap run-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SKI_bV-HxOI/AAAAAAAAAkY/kOP25U00ShU/s1600-h/IMG_3051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SKI_bV-HxOI/AAAAAAAAAkY/kOP25U00ShU/s320/IMG_3051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233815455944656098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one of the stops we ran into some of our cycling club riders. Don greeted me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SKI_bmNvykI/AAAAAAAAAkg/3KQi7SjmcKM/s1600-h/IMG_3055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SKI_bmNvykI/AAAAAAAAAkg/3KQi7SjmcKM/s320/IMG_3055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233815460305160770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night Styx performed for us!  I love Tommy Shaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SKI_cEHnR6I/AAAAAAAAAko/L1mL0eUDGv0/s1600-h/IMG_3089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SKI_cEHnR6I/AAAAAAAAAko/L1mL0eUDGv0/s320/IMG_3089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233815468332500898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd went on and on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SKI_cc3JOWI/AAAAAAAAAkw/-iDLAJAqpw0/s1600-h/IMG_3098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SKI_cc3JOWI/AAAAAAAAAkw/-iDLAJAqpw0/s320/IMG_3098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233815474974308706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-5572813313218224669?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/5572813313218224669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=5572813313218224669&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/5572813313218224669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/5572813313218224669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/08/styx-still-rocks.html' title='Styx Still Rocks'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SKI_bV-HxOI/AAAAAAAAAkY/kOP25U00ShU/s72-c/IMG_3051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-272993715613751468</id><published>2008-08-07T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:05:21.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Wheeled Madness</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to suck Richard into my cycling madness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought him a new road bike too! I'm going this weekend to pick it up complete with helmet, riding shoes, bikin pants (you know... with the butt pad that is supposed to help with bike butt but really doesnt do its job so well) and jersey. I'm excited about him joining our cycling club and riding with us. Even is he chooses to go lightly, he'll love hanging with the group! He's been working on our Cycling club website so now... sweetheart... its time to ride! yeah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-272993715613751468?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/272993715613751468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=272993715613751468&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/272993715613751468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/272993715613751468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-wheeled-madness.html' title='Two Wheeled Madness'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-3102663197721401293</id><published>2008-08-02T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:10:47.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Tales from Two Wheels</title><content type='html'>As we passed through little towns on our RAGBRAI tour, they all offered food, water (that includes pop, sports drinks, beer, bloody marys... you name it!), plus there was always shopping to be done and bike repair stops. This is one of the towns on our first day through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SJSrXdPTysI/AAAAAAAAAjw/LfMLThQQ-Fg/s1600-h/IMG_3017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SJSrXdPTysI/AAAAAAAAAjw/LfMLThQQ-Fg/s320/IMG_3017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229993486758169282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typically it was so jammed that you had to stop and walk your bike through. There was no riding through these stops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SJSrXnBt4fI/AAAAAAAAAj4/XW24G0PhUZ0/s1600-h/IMG_3019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SJSrXnBt4fI/AAAAAAAAAj4/XW24G0PhUZ0/s320/IMG_3019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229993489385513458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One crazy team (not ours) celebrating in the town square after a long hard ride that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SJSrYBigjTI/AAAAAAAAAkA/_flX5nnicAc/s1600-h/IMG_3031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SJSrYBigjTI/AAAAAAAAAkA/_flX5nnicAc/s320/IMG_3031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229993496502373682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before our big 82 mile day, a storm moved through the area and the authorities ushered us into the middle/high school for shelter. A tornado moved through that night. Being from Oklahoma, we did what good ol Oklahoman's do! We went outside to watch the storm!  The guy on the very right just wanted to be in our picture... not a clue who he is! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SJSrYpRK_qI/AAAAAAAAAkI/tB19CMXIoFE/s1600-h/IMG_3035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SJSrYpRK_qI/AAAAAAAAAkI/tB19CMXIoFE/s320/IMG_3035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229993507167076002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the vendors trying to sweet talk riders into stopping for his yummy pancake balls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SJSrY6-3JPI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/DVM0raBfiH0/s1600-h/IMG_3036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SJSrY6-3JPI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/DVM0raBfiH0/s320/IMG_3036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229993511922115826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-3102663197721401293?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/3102663197721401293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=3102663197721401293&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/3102663197721401293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/3102663197721401293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-tales-from-two-wheels.html' title='More Tales from Two Wheels'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SJSrXdPTysI/AAAAAAAAAjw/LfMLThQQ-Fg/s72-c/IMG_3017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-4836608227172427347</id><published>2008-08-01T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T10:58:45.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of Sorrow</title><content type='html'>It's been a very long and trying week this week. Monday, we found that my ex-bro-n-law died suddenly over the weekend (while we were in Iowa) and we're not convinced it was Natural Causes like the medical examiner proclaims. Tuesday, I suddenly quit my job. I hated it and found it too confining and working with uneducated old ladies isn't my bag. So, to not waste anymore time... I quit.  Thursday night, I picked Z up at daycare and she announced that "unforeseen circumstances" were forcing her to quit and move to Colorado... this weekend!!!  Today was her last day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just about had a breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C was with me and as precious as he is... volunteered to be the new sitter. lol  We loaded up and went to a bar-b-q we were scheduled to be at... I unloaded my sorrows... and got all kinds of suggestions and assistance. We'd kind of settled (a little bit) on what we were going to do when all of a sudden, Heather called and said she'd had a little lapse in judgement and there was going to be a change in plans. She wasn't going!!! She was keeping her daycare open. I bought had another breakdown. lol  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that is settled and ok.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking today off to do nothing. Maybe see my sis who is suffering greatly at the loss of Mark. Maybe take the boys to lunch and run around town. Maybe haul some junk to the Goodwill place. Who knows... but i'm taking the day off from job hunting and i'll start again Monday with a whole new fresh look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... I also have tons more of RAGBRAI to share :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-4836608227172427347?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/4836608227172427347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=4836608227172427347&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/4836608227172427347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/4836608227172427347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/08/week-of-sorrow.html' title='Week of Sorrow'/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704648.post-7666895590742609037</id><published>2008-07-30T09:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:10:48.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RAGBRAI... the oldest, hardest, and longest cycling expedition in the world.&lt;br /&gt;I think, right next to Tour de France. After doing this little venture... I think I will enter Tour de France next year! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a cycling ride, not a race, and our team tried to slow down and enjoy the week. People come from all over the world to do this ride. There was a pace team from Italy, and I met several people from California plus I met a guy from somewhere... he didnt speak a lick of english and I couldnt place his language. All we did was chatter to each other and smile. We had no idea what the other was saying. haha  People camp out in tents each night or if they are lucky (like we were) they have a RV Coach complete with car hauler/trailer and mini van to follow the team from town to town and provide a little comfort. Thank God for Larry our driver! He was a God send! Food vendors travel from town to town and set up each night, plus they are located along side the highways so you are never more than 5 miles from food and water/sports drinks. Here's a few pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patti, Sheri and I headed to the Expo on the day we arrived. WAY in the background you can see a campsite starting to form:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SJB4kqwENCI/AAAAAAAAAjI/0b6jIvGKm0M/s1600-h/IMG_2974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SJB4kqwENCI/AAAAAAAAAjI/0b6jIvGKm0M/s320/IMG_2974.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228811738723660834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A team bus comes rolling in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SJB4lViJK2I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/-ONzHUT33vc/s1600-h/IMG_2983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SJB4lViJK2I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/-ONzHUT33vc/s320/IMG_2983.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228811750207990626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood, Sweat &amp; Gears the morning of our first day ride:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SJB4ljIReSI/AAAAAAAAAjY/5pr23JRnKzM/s1600-h/IMG_2994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SJB4ljIReSI/AAAAAAAAAjY/5pr23JRnKzM/s320/IMG_2994.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228811753857579298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view of the riders coming up the hill heading out of Missouri Valley, Iowa. The trail of cyclists went on for miles and miles and miles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SJB4mEqXiHI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FpEL4xDQhoo/s1600-h/IMG_3000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SJB4mEqXiHI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FpEL4xDQhoo/s320/IMG_3000.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228811762858952818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the rest stops along the highway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SJB4m7773lI/AAAAAAAAAjo/OLeEtUR2ibM/s1600-h/IMG_3007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SJB4m7773lI/AAAAAAAAAjo/OLeEtUR2ibM/s320/IMG_3007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228811777696587346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31704648-7666895590742609037?l=just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/feeds/7666895590742609037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31704648&amp;postID=7666895590742609037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/7666895590742609037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31704648/posts/default/7666895590742609037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-fun-ck.blogspot.com/2008/07/ragbrai.html' title=''/><author><name>Kerry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00414103238432496669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3zuetjXoCY/SJB4kqwENCI/AAAAAAAAAjI/0b6jIvGKm0M/s72-c/IMG_2974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
