<?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-30920783</id><updated>2011-12-21T03:39:06.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Neither here nor there</title><subtitle type='html'>Just playing in the breeze</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>316</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30920783.post-5891947181266327314</id><published>2007-12-01T08:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T08:23:44.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma, dilemma</title><content type='html'>I have total template envy for DD's blog. I am seriously considering moving to Vox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too sure how it works, you may have to create an account, sign in, or get my permission to view my blog... if I do decide to move I'll let y'all know and make it as easy and painless as possible....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jebajeba.vox.com/"&gt;Check me out!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-5891947181266327314?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/5891947181266327314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=5891947181266327314&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/5891947181266327314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/5891947181266327314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/12/dilemma-dilemma.html' title='Dilemma, dilemma'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-2539546265758341258</id><published>2007-11-30T17:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T18:07:01.687-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Should mention</title><content type='html'>I should mention that today my mom retired from her business. It is no more, done and done! Except the cakes she does on the side....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a sign for her on Power Point (better backgrounds than Publisher) that she put on her business door. It looks like a wood sign, (as much as it can on computer paper), and says, 'Gone Wishin'' Cute eh? It was her idea... I thought it was perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that she enjoys her retirement, she deserves it. She's worked hard her whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good time for me, as I have more time to spend with her, hm, I hope I don't bug her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that she is having mixed emotions, and I hope that she doesn't regret it, because she should have done this years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's starting off retirement with a church related dinner, (whoopee!) and then she is visiting her brother in the States for a couple of nights. Good for her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-2539546265758341258?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/2539546265758341258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=2539546265758341258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/2539546265758341258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/2539546265758341258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/11/should-mention.html' title='Should mention'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-582995971051088511</id><published>2007-11-30T17:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T17:57:38.975-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothin much</title><content type='html'>Not much is new or exciting around here. Billy is on call and is working late, and today I cleaned the house, (big surprise).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was busy today, my thoughts kept returning to a recent post I read on a site where I lurk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She mentioned that her X had recently broke up with his girlfriend but are now back together trying a 'trial engagement'. This has to be one of the stupidest things I've ever heard of. I should mention that there is a child involved so my lurkee has a definite interest in any relationships her X may have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything, engagement period of a couple is a wonderful time when a person thinks that they could possibly burst with love. A time when the couple is very secure in their relationship and moving forward together and planning their lives. A 'trial engagement' to me means:&lt;br /&gt;a) neither should be secure, or beaming with happiness, as any real commitment is negated by the word 'trial'.&lt;br /&gt;b) one person is perhaps trying to appease another with a false sense of moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;c) if they can't fully commit to a real engagement resulting in a successful marriage, why do they bother with the 'trial'? it's not like trying on wedding dresses to see which one fits best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on, however, because one thing leads to another, here are some more thoughts along the same line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life I have seen many relationships come and go, (not all just mine...). It's funny what an outsider might see as a red flag, or deal breaker, while the people in the relationship try, (or don't) and fail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew a woman who was miserable in her marriage, (4 kids), her husband asked why, and she said that she couldn't be happy unless they had a bigger house. Their little home was too crowded and stressful for her to live in. He had a huge addition put on, and she was gone with the kids within a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a guy who was kind of a flirty playboy before he got married, and his wife left him because she couldn't take his playboy ways. Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know of a couple who split up for a short time, now they are back together and selling their home to buy another. I'm sure that will solve their problems, especially if it's more expensive, because financial strain is &lt;em&gt;helpful&lt;/em&gt; in rocky relationships... (sarcasm) We'll see how that one ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People often create excuses for their unhappiness that have nothing to do with the problems they actually have. Happiness, (the Doctor is 'In') comes from yourself. Being happy with &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; person is about compromise, commitment, understanding, communication, and acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And that," said Liz, "is that."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-582995971051088511?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/582995971051088511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=582995971051088511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/582995971051088511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/582995971051088511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/11/nothin-much.html' title='Nothin much'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-2187231133371197959</id><published>2007-11-29T12:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T12:54:57.275-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zen and the art of plant maintenance</title><content type='html'>I've been cleaning, (although not Friday) for the past two days, as if expecting, (although I'm not thank God) a visit from Queen Clean herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only rationalize this binge by knowing that I love our house, and I like to live in a peaceful place, free from the black crap that appears mysteriously on the bottom of windowpanes, without crusty unidentifiable food chunks stuck on the inside wall of our fridge, and &lt;em&gt;sans&lt;/em&gt; cobwebs connecting the lights hanging above our kitchen island, (quite a feat I must say, we have industrious-college-graduate-with-advanced-engineering-degrees-arachnids).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really I guess my recent rampage is because things can only annoy me for a limited time before I have to do something about it, including climbing to the top of an 8 foot ladder, armed with only Windex and a squeegee and without a safety net. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have any real concerns about the self-appointed-Queen-of-clean-but-don't-look-in-any-draw, closet-or-cabinet, who has recently rediscovered the lure of partying and is possibly not so concerned with cleanliness coming over? Nope, but I do inadvertently think of her when using a toothbrush to clean our kitchen cabinets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me that they don't have any plants in their house because plants are dirty. Well, of course this is a direct slap in the face, (intended, trust me...) as we have at least 30 indoor plants. I agree, plants can be dirty. They attract dust like nothing else in the house. They constantly need, trimming, watering, dusting, rearranging, fertilizing, etc. (at least when you have 30+ it feels that way...) So when cleaning (usually limited to Fridays...) I always find myself poking at the plants, pulling away dead leaves, cutting off long tendrils and dusting them. Absolutely worth it, if you ask me. They add something to the house, but I can't describe what... or maybe it's how they make me feel... alive, connected to nature, a caregiver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people claim that they can't keep any plants alive, and I've been there too. There was this cornstalk plant that I couldn't get to stay alive for anything. I had to let it go. It was suicidal I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm glad we have plants. I love them, some I've had for almost 10 years. I can tell you where every plant came from. I also love when our house is clean. I'm so grateful and very lucky to have the time to care for our house with all the plants. Life is good, very good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-2187231133371197959?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/2187231133371197959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=2187231133371197959&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/2187231133371197959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/2187231133371197959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/11/zen-and-art-of-plant-maintenance.html' title='Zen and the art of plant maintenance'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-8937180381714554223</id><published>2007-11-27T08:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T08:11:06.631-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dis-encourage</title><content type='html'>I purposely, every day, place all four of the pillows on the love seat to discourage the Pooch from laying on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that she must find the prospect of cosying up in all the fluff quite tempting, because today I discovered this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137522154284489970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/R0wlLffTnPI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Da_pjAhwy5k/s320/100_1012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Could she be any cuter? I think not! She could, however, be skinnier... so could I....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-8937180381714554223?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/8937180381714554223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=8937180381714554223&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/8937180381714554223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/8937180381714554223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/11/dis-encourage.html' title='Dis-encourage'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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://bp2.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/R0wlLffTnPI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Da_pjAhwy5k/s72-c/100_1012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30920783.post-4178588143772152505</id><published>2007-11-26T13:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T13:11:31.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Done!</title><content type='html'>I just finished the blog for Tennessee. It's nothing fancy, but it will save me the hassle of driving across the county to give someone the famous, 'book'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the&lt;a href="http://www.tnhouse.blogspot.com/"&gt; link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-4178588143772152505?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/4178588143772152505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=4178588143772152505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/4178588143772152505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/4178588143772152505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/11/done.html' title='Done!'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-8334135315815825245</id><published>2007-11-26T08:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T08:12:49.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Better</title><content type='html'>I'm in a better mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's yesterday in point form:&lt;br /&gt;- Cleveland won, it was a great game.&lt;br /&gt;- We had spaghetti and meatballs with homemade bread. It takes Billy several hours spread over 2 days to make the dinner, and it is eaten within 15 minutes. Good job.&lt;br /&gt;- MomG came over for dinner, my mom was babysitting a few houses down, so she missed out.&lt;br /&gt;- I went to bed before the Eagles game ended, Billy gave me the highlights at 4am.&lt;br /&gt;- The Eagles almost beat the Patriots. That would have made my day.&lt;br /&gt;- There is no longer a junk drawer in our house.&lt;br /&gt;- Hot tub is 102* and feels oh so good, wish we were in it while it was snowing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's today in point form:&lt;br /&gt;- Go to Staples, Home Depot and Old Navy, (ink, gutter extension, shirt). Luckily I have a gift card still from the summer for Old Navy.&lt;br /&gt;- Leftovers for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;- Watch Heroes.&lt;br /&gt;- Finish Tennessee blog damn it.&lt;br /&gt;- Hoping for hot tub.&lt;br /&gt;- Make appointment for oil change.&lt;br /&gt;- Make doctors' appointment.&lt;br /&gt;- It still smells like meatballs in the house despite what Billy says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough life, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-8334135315815825245?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/8334135315815825245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=8334135315815825245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/8334135315815825245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/8334135315815825245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/11/better.html' title='Better'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-1532955306799345395</id><published>2007-11-25T07:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T07:43:48.718-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cranky</title><content type='html'>Yep, I'm cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great coffee, quiet house, beautiful morning, but here I am, focusing on one little, iddy, bitty thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people try to be what they are not? You know what? I know where you were raised, where you live now, what you do for a living, and about 243 of your insecurities. Why do you act holier than thou, better than the rest, the self appointed person of knowing it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you examine every facet of your life, you have no right to insult any person, place or thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's maddening to see such snobbery, when there is so much room for self-improvement. I think that if you are going to live above people you should do something to have the little ones in your life look up to respect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still cranky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-1532955306799345395?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/1532955306799345395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=1532955306799345395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/1532955306799345395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/1532955306799345395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/11/cranky.html' title='Cranky'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-6166129505906965128</id><published>2007-11-24T10:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T07:42:53.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Hangover - Thanksgiving Edition</title><content type='html'>It was a great night. The dinner turned out perfectly, with the exception of the turkey being done 3 hours after we expected. But it was good! Veggies good, stuffing excellent, (rave reviews) gravy from a can with fresh mushrooms good, and Boston Creme cupcakes good. I am a genius in the kitchen! (not really...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suffered the next day! Too many Long Island Iced Teas, ugh, never again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for next year and upcoming holiday funs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-6166129505906965128?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/6166129505906965128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=6166129505906965128&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/6166129505906965128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/6166129505906965128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/11/extreme-hangover-thanksgiving-edition.html' title='Extreme Hangover - Thanksgiving Edition'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-7154662449045320168</id><published>2007-11-22T17:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T17:45:10.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiya</title><content type='html'>Happy American Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're at home with Luke, JohnnyB, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DaveM&lt;/span&gt;, Davey, Billy and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that we're starting a tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best to you all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-7154662449045320168?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/7154662449045320168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=7154662449045320168&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/7154662449045320168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/7154662449045320168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/11/hiya.html' title='Hiya'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-4911516544487777789</id><published>2007-11-20T15:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T15:21:47.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbia</title><content type='html'>I was just rooting through some stuff and came across some crayons and slightly used colouring books that I received a long time ago from someone with kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many, several, *most* of the pictures of people (including but not limited to the Three Wise Men) that were coloured, the eyes were scribbled in black. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder what kind of issues these kids have... does it mean something? Any kid psychologists out there? Anyone care to guess... I found the images very disturbing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135035707522522258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/R0NPxPfTnJI/AAAAAAAAAag/JqhjnFN70Ms/s320/Spooky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-4911516544487777789?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/4911516544487777789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=4911516544487777789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/4911516544487777789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/4911516544487777789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/11/disturbia.html' title='Disturbia'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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://bp0.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/R0NPxPfTnJI/AAAAAAAAAag/JqhjnFN70Ms/s72-c/Spooky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30920783.post-8134218426847908190</id><published>2007-11-20T12:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T12:54:38.168-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I did not know that</title><content type='html'>Good God, I'm naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walked the pooches around the barn today, my brother, (we'll call him John), was at the back of the barns screwing around with his large collection of crap, mostly metal, shiny things. As I haven't &lt;em&gt;ever really&lt;/em&gt; had a conversation with him, (aside from 2 months ago when he talked at me for 25 minutes regarding his ideas for selling reverse osmosis water systems, of which I couldn't care less about), I simply said, 'anything new?' He asks me if I have seen his new card. Seeing as he recently opened up a business, I incorrectly assumed he meant his business card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He handed me a hard plastic card that looks like it's well worn, and I notice 'Health Canada' on it, I flip it over and there is a picture of him and the title &lt;a href="http://www.hc-sc.gc.ca/dhp-mps/marihuana/index_e.html"&gt;'Medical Marihuana'&lt;/a&gt; official something or other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you know, I didn't even know these things existed. Apparently, according to the card, he can even grow up to 15 plants. Hmm, so nothing has really changed, just now it's legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I didn't even know that he had any 'real' heath problems, he says that his central nervous system got messed up during a kidney stone episode. I immediately wondered, but didn't ask, if possibly a central nervous system could get screwed up from smoking pot daily for 25 odd years... I imagine it could...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, whatever. At least he works and is productive, not to mention that he has contributed his brilliance to the genetic pool with his 4 offspring, (great kids, really, surprisingly, so far, cross your fingers...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me now that when the 'cops' see him, they are totally just like, 'have a nice day, man.' I'm so proud of him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-8134218426847908190?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/8134218426847908190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=8134218426847908190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/8134218426847908190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/8134218426847908190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-did-not-know-that.html' title='I did not know that'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-7520747285599838307</id><published>2007-11-20T09:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T09:43:04.939-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Very exciting</title><content type='html'>Normally, as a tradition, Billy would skip out of work on US Thanksgiving Day to go to the Lion's Head and watch football. I bet he's been doing it for at least 15 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year he has decided not to, because, as he said, last year, 'it sucked'. Well, I was there and it was certainly nothing to get excited about. Half the people you want to see don't show up, and I guess, all good things come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as opposed to driving 1/2 an hour to get home from the bar after drinking for several hours, Billy and I are going to stay at home and watch the games. The exciting part is that I am (with Billy's help) going to make a turkey dinner. Very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never by myself made a turkey, and Billy and I only have attempted it once, (quite successfully I may add) and that was in about 2001 when we lived in the cottage. In the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going to pre-make the veggies and stuffing on Wednesday, so all will be left is the potatoes, gravy and obviously the turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wouldn't be making this if it wasn't for the fact that we've had a smallish turkey in the freezer for year, which Billy won, oddly enough, at the opening of a pizza place in Essex, (Chochi's).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how it goes! I guess I be celebrating my American Heritage twofold!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-7520747285599838307?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/7520747285599838307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=7520747285599838307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/7520747285599838307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/7520747285599838307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/11/very-exciting.html' title='Very exciting'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-4792819156463707552</id><published>2007-11-19T08:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T08:35:25.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Football Sunday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's plan was to relax and watch football. Luckily, we live in an area that our TV antennae can receive not only Detroit channels, but also Toledo and occasionally Cleveland. (Crazy, I know...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy flipped the TV off the satellite so we could watch the Browns play in Baltimore on a Toledo station. It was a pretty important game as they have the same record as the Ravens, and also because Cleveland doesn't seem to get much respect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great game, Cleveland was totally dominate into the 3rd quarter, very much like last week when they played Pittsburgh, but then blew it, as they did last week in the 4th. Against Pittsburgh, the kicker failed to make a 53 yard field goal, (it was against the wind) which would have tied it, which would have resulted in over time, and the possibility for Cleveland to beat the arch rivals and evil bastards otherwise known as the Steelers. Well that sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, while pretty much giving the game away in the 4th quarter, (they were leading by 14 believe), they were down by 3 points, with a few seconds left and Cleveland had possession of the ball. The kicker, Phil Dawson had a chance for redemption. As he kicked, Billy and I held our breath, then the ball veered to the left, hit the upright, fell down hit the crossbar and bounced back towards the playing field... The Ravens fans went nuts, game over, that's not good! But wait! Did the football cross the bottom bar before hitting the support and bouncing back? As the coaches shook hands and the players rushed the field the kick was being reviewed. Unheard of, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nfl.com/videos?videoId=09000d5d80448909"&gt;It was good&lt;/a&gt;! They go into overtime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Phil Dawson came through again, with a great kick for a 3 point win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I love football, and the Cleveland Browns... With the Steelers losing yesterday, Tennessee has to lose tonight to Denver, and the playoffs are a becoming a reality for the Browns! (Says Billy) Can't wait until next Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-4792819156463707552?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/4792819156463707552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=4792819156463707552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/4792819156463707552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/4792819156463707552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/11/football-sunday.html' title='Football Sunday'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-814972019092317442</id><published>2007-11-19T07:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T07:59:38.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, part 2</title><content type='html'>Saturday morning I cleaned out parts of the office closet as well as the filing cabinet. Billy slept in, and when he got up around 10, he was on the computer searching for a new guild on WOW. He was kinda crusty saying that it was our last chance to go golfing as the course was closing for the season on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned to him, that although I would love to golf, it was lightly raining and a balmy 39*F. Not exactly preferred golfing weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued on my organizational mission while he continued to talk about golfing, and he finally made the executive decision at about 1pm to go golfing. So we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were, without exaggeration, honestly, truly, without doubt, the Only Ones On The Golf Course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been times when it has felt like we (either Billy and I or Kiki and I) were the only ones on the course, but rest assured, when it is 39*F and raining, we were the only ones out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good God, what a great time. We brought some Belvedere (you must say it like 'Belle Va Deer') and OJ and an unnecessarily large bag of ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Billy sliced his drive on #4 and ended up almost on the fairway of #6, I yelled 'FORE' and we laughed pretty hard. We also made several comments like, 'should we let these guys play through?' or 'this group in front of us is really slow!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, we're comedians... we also said things like, 'my drink is warmer then the air', 'I wish someone would invent chin mittens', 'Good thing we brought all this ice', 'we should have brought brandy'. Okay, okay, you had to be there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished the night with Chinese take out, but when we got home, the Chinese was left untouched in the bag as we thawed out in the hot tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great night, and a fantastic way to end the golf season. Did I mention it was the first time I beat Billy this year? and obviously the last. Oh well, he had a happy ending anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-814972019092317442?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/814972019092317442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=814972019092317442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/814972019092317442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/814972019092317442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/11/saturday-part-2.html' title='Saturday, part 2'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-7833688219821193291</id><published>2007-11-18T07:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T08:09:01.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday, part 1</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning, I totally got into cleaning out the file cabinet. I emailed KT asking about tax information, what to keep, what to toss, and apparently it is okay to throw out tax information from 1991. That's right! My dad kept detailed records of me, including photo copies of driver's license, any credit cards, car ownership, you name it! If it was flat, he photocopied it. The apple doesn't fall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was fun. I found report cards from grade one, a Kindergarten diploma, high school graduation pictures, plus an entire file with drawings, hand made cards and other stuff created by little kids. My dad made those files too, and that's that, because I've bawled about it in the past and don't want to sap out now. I kept them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered old essays from University, exciting topics such as "Gobineau and the Rise of the Theory of Race", or "The Oppression of Puritans in England: The Reasons Behind Migration" or what about "Stressemann's Performance as Foreign Minister". I'm able to lend these out if anyone is looking for compelling reads, because, yep, I kept 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, there is about 15 inches of stuff to be shredded, (private real estate stuff, anything with a signature or phone numbers, etc.) approximately 300-450 cards, yes cards. Cards from our wedding, our first house, our second house, birthdays, Christmases, V-day, sweetest day, S&amp;amp;BJ day, condolences from when Billy's dad died and when our first pooch died.... also not going to get into.... I kept some of the cards, don't ask me why... There was about 15 inches of recyclable paper from my real estate files, some french appliance manuals, (I don't know how they snuck in) 25 inches of continuing education material, 5  inches of Billy's old investments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more, oh so much more. I'm glad to be done that little project. I think the reason it was so bad was because I had a filing cabinet when I was about 14, (of course I wanted it for better organization....) and when we received as a gift, a large 4 drawer cabinet, I just transferred everything without really looking, so there were some real gems in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you excited about part 2?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-7833688219821193291?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/7833688219821193291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=7833688219821193291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/7833688219821193291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/7833688219821193291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/11/yesterday-part-1.html' title='Yesterday, part 1'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-7725956529221556968</id><published>2007-11-16T16:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T16:40:42.247-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The big O</title><content type='html'>No, not that one, I'm talking about Oprah. I just finished watching part 2 of the show about compulsive hoarding. The whole episode made me feel downright ippy. I have to go clean a closet or a junk drawer, or... okay, there really is nothing else to clean... what can I say. Compulsive hoarding will never happen here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do however need to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Purge my filing cabinet of all real estate paperwork, (some goes back to 1996, but I had to keep it) time to go. That's a lot of shredding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Toss, okay recycle the mountain of continuing education paperwork pertaining to real estate. There has to be 15 inches of paperwork, and I Don't Need It! Woo hoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Organize our memento folder, (y'know, movie stubs, ticket stubs, the odd stolen menus, etc...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Give all gardening magazines to SuprT and BW, (they have new houses and are probably itching to get started on landscaping, T is not quite in hers yet...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Get rid of all the gaming magazines. Seriously they are Billy's and there is a ton of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Toss out old filed bills from 2006. I'm pretty sure I totalled them all up in the first week of January, time to shred&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Clean out the closet in the office entirely, oh oh, I'll take a before picture...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yikes! Now that I've really looked at it, it's pretty nasty! This is the worst drawer in the cabinet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133568967601003650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/Rz4ZxvfTnII/AAAAAAAAAaY/6ZoyleuqcxQ/s320/Tennessee+Fall+07+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why do we have stuffed animals in the office closet? Apparently it's a good place to store mirrors and some framed pictures. There's a shelf from Ikea from like last year that I haven't put up yet... Hahaha, I like the rubber band workout thing hanging with the bows, of course those 2 things go together! Duh! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133568495154601058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/Rz4ZWPfTnGI/AAAAAAAAAaI/59OpmvRnGvU/s320/Tennessee+Fall+07+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;There is way too many magazines, but I have to say that my photo albums are nicely stacked and labelled, (so is every picture, by the way)except the new pink one on top. I also like my paper tray, and portable file carrier with different paper types and computer ink. What is with the creepy mini chair? That's got to go! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133568692723096690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/Rz4ZhvfTnHI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/4k71g_aUcPk/s320/Tennessee+Fall+07+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have some work to do... I can't wait!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-7725956529221556968?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/7725956529221556968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=7725956529221556968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/7725956529221556968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/7725956529221556968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/11/big-o.html' title='The big O'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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://bp1.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/Rz4ZxvfTnII/AAAAAAAAAaY/6ZoyleuqcxQ/s72-c/Tennessee+Fall+07+089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30920783.post-7878536389321464921</id><published>2007-11-15T08:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T09:07:14.468-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, that's funny...</title><content type='html'>So because one thing leads to another, and sometimes I get lost in cyberspace... I read the lyrics for our national anthem. No surprises, it turned out I did know the English version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then read the French version, and was stumped (embarrassingly) on several words. I then copied it and pasted it into 'Google translate'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the English version:&lt;br /&gt;O Canada!&lt;br /&gt;Our home and native land!&lt;br /&gt;True patriot love in all thy sons command.&lt;br /&gt;With glowing hearts we see thee rise,&lt;br /&gt;The True North strong and free!&lt;br /&gt;From far and wide, O Canada,&lt;br /&gt;We stand on guard for thee.&lt;br /&gt;God keep our land glorious and free!&lt;br /&gt;O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.&lt;br /&gt;O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the French version:&lt;br /&gt;O Canada!&lt;br /&gt;Terre de nos aïeux,&lt;br /&gt;Ton front est ceint de fleurons glorieux.&lt;br /&gt;Car ton bras sait porter l'épée,&lt;br /&gt;Il sait porter la croix.&lt;br /&gt;Ton histoire est une épopée,&lt;br /&gt;Des plus brillants exploits.&lt;br /&gt;Et ta valeur, de foi trempée,&lt;br /&gt;Protégera nos foyers et nos droits.&lt;br /&gt;Protégera nos foyers et nos droits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the "Official" translated version of the above lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;O Canada!&lt;br /&gt;Land of our forefathers&lt;br /&gt;Thy brow is wreathed with a glorious garland of flowers.&lt;br /&gt;As in thy arm ready to wield the sword,&lt;br /&gt;So also is it ready to carry the cross.&lt;br /&gt;Thy history is an epic of the most brilliant exploits.&lt;br /&gt;Thy valour steeped in faith&lt;br /&gt;Will protect our homes and our rights&lt;br /&gt;Will protect our homes and our rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the "Google translate" version:&lt;br /&gt;O Canada!&lt;br /&gt;Land of our forefathers,&lt;br /&gt;Your forehead is surrounded by glorious jewels.&lt;br /&gt;Because your arm knows bear the sword&lt;br /&gt;He knows how to carry the cross.&lt;br /&gt;Your story is an epic, the most brilliant feats.&lt;br /&gt;And your values, faith soaked,&lt;br /&gt;Protégera our homes and our rights.&lt;br /&gt;Protégera our homes and our rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the the forehead surrounded by glorious jewels... faith soaked... that's funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-7878536389321464921?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/7878536389321464921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=7878536389321464921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/7878536389321464921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/7878536389321464921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-thats-funny.html' title='Oh, that&apos;s funny...'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-1655654052702334548</id><published>2007-11-15T08:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T08:55:16.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Canada</title><content type='html'>Our home and native land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that I don't know all the words to our national anthem in English? About half-way through I switch to French, and because I don't really understand or speak much French it ends up like a gobbly-gook mess of made up words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know the Star Spangled Banner, thank you sports programming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do 'they' play the anthem before golfing events? I've never been to one, I can't imagine that 'they' do, but 'they' should... anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Billy (not his real name, didja know that?"... we named the dog Indiana..." anyway...) called to inform me that he got his flu shot. The doctor, who is otherwise known as the greatest doctor in the world, is a friend of Billy's boss and popped into the shop yesterday morning and handed out flu shots like left over Hallowe-en candy. Hm, how nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to get into why I have never gotten a flu shot, that's not what this is about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically flu shots are really easy to get here; walk-in clinics, municipal events, grocery stores, anywhere really... oh, and they are free, always free. When there was a huge shortage of shots a couple of years ago, and the American media was creating a panic, (they would break into programming to tell viewers that 46 shots were available at the Downtown Seniors Center...) we Canadians were being poked regularly and had a nice little surplus to send stateside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting to my point, but there is a twist at the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, not to get into an and US vs. THEM rant, I just want to note that that is pretty cool. No, not everyday a doctor walks into a grimy mechanic shop with a happy box of needles, (he also is a regular at Kurley's and has been known to pop in there injecting burger lovers and beer drinkers as well...) but here's the thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As You May Well Know, our health care is free, so our system happily makes flu shots readily available. Yay! Immunizing citizens keeps them from getting sick. It keeps employees from becoming ill, so they can be productive members of society. In turn, it keeps these people out of hospital emergency rooms and clinics, which saves the government huge money. That's right, spend a little, save a lot! Smart! The same interest that wants us to be healthy, also has a direct financial benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, our crazy overtaxed socialistic system right? Please hold.... I just dug up Billy's 2005 Notice of Assessment, (of course I knew it's exact location...) and he was taxes 27% of his income. That's not bad for all we get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I golfed with a 25 year old cop from Nashville and his father-in-law in Tennessee a couple of weeks ago. This young guy has a son with serious medical problems and actually had a partial heart transplant, (part PIG heart... crazy!) and spent a ton of time in the hospital. The total medical costs? Seven! Million! Dollars! Could you imagine not having coverage? He did, thank God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so now the twist. Growing up we didn't have prescription, dental, or eye coverage as my parents were self employed. It wasn't until I married Billy (not his real name... haha) that I have coverage, (except the crap coverage while I was in University...but anyway...) that I had coverage, and it makes me think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I'd been paying for birth control for, well, let's just say... years... and while in high school I knew a girl, (there was more than one, but this is the best example) who became pregnant. The government paid, obviously for her pre-natal care, and hospital care. She then moved out into her own apartment, which the government paid for. She paid rent, fed and clothed her and her kid and went to high school, sponsored by Canada taxpayers. Once done highschool, she went to college off and on, (long enough to re qualify for mother's allowance) worked under the table, was able to buy a car, great clothes and wonderful, expensive Christmas presents for her kid and her boyfriend. This went on for 12! 12! 12! years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had to pay for my own birth control pill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I don't think the government *quite* has it right yet. A few hundred dollars worth of free medication VS. 12 years of good living...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, God Bless Canada, oh, and you too, US, I still love y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-1655654052702334548?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/1655654052702334548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=1655654052702334548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/1655654052702334548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/1655654052702334548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-canada.html' title='Oh, Canada'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-4824196009070255089</id><published>2007-11-14T08:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T08:19:29.794-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From nowhere</title><content type='html'>You might know that I consider myself to be a little OCD, in a good way of course, the way that keeps me doing the things that I don't necessarily want to do, but if I don't it makes me anxious and for lack of any word, my word is 'ippy'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday's plan, because I need a plan... was to:&lt;br /&gt;(yes, lists in point form relax and medicate me...)&lt;br /&gt;- clean out the garage&lt;br /&gt;- move the outdoor furniture into the garage&lt;br /&gt;- throw out some junk&lt;br /&gt;- vacuum, clean the leather, windex, etc the car (it is part of the garage in my brain)&lt;br /&gt;-  wash the car (at the auto place, can't stand doing it by hand...)&lt;br /&gt;- drop off photos at Costco&lt;br /&gt;- Grocery shop at The SuperCentre (this was a little hard for me to think about, because it is not my usual food store... and normally I shop on Thursdays... take a breath...)&lt;br /&gt;- Buy Brie cheese, chicken and ground beef at Costco and pick up the developed pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, at 11am while I was knee deep in dust Billy called to tell me that it was a beautiful day, and to see if perhaps I was interested in going golfing, as he was interested in playing hooky and hitting the links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, suffice to say, we teed off at about noon. The garage got cleaned, but the car did not, so obviously things are not right in my world right now. I better go before I get more ippy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I would like to mention that my husband is only 400 gold from buying his Epic Mount, (that's World of WarCraft for those who are not familiar with the terminology...) I'm so proud of him! Wank wank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-4824196009070255089?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/4824196009070255089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=4824196009070255089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/4824196009070255089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/4824196009070255089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/11/from-nowhere.html' title='From nowhere'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-9055049512966407140</id><published>2007-11-12T17:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T17:34:56.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels like Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but it really feels like Tuesday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Kiks and I golfed 18 holes today, and despite it being nearly mid-November, it was 60*. Unbelievable. I golfed pretty much my handicap, taking at 94, I'll take it, not bad, could be better, great to be out. What a life I have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many great events popping up in the next couple of months that I'm really looking forward to... fun on the horizon. So let's talk about the ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone happen to watch football yesterday? Good God, what happened? Out of the 14 games played, only like 4 of the favored teams won. It was bad. Poor Cleveland had a tremendous lead going into the 2nd half then they totally blew it. With this in mind, here is a list of things that I 'don't like' and 'make me mad' - hate is a strong, bad word...&lt;br /&gt;- Ben Roethlisberger&lt;br /&gt;- Heinz Ward&lt;br /&gt;- The new Detroit Institute of Arts commercials, so annoying&lt;br /&gt;- The fact that 97.1 is now a sports talk station, only D&amp;amp;D in the morning is non-sports related&lt;br /&gt;- That evil dark haired psycho bitch on Prison Break&lt;br /&gt;- The guy that hosts 'The Soup' on E channel, it would be a better show without him&lt;br /&gt;- If you know me, you know who this line is dedicated to... 'nuff said, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;- When people rant about how great someone looks, but it's because they've had plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;- The freakin' bears on Charmin bathroom tissue commercials. It drives me crazy to imagine a fat bear sitting down, leaning up against a tree taking a crap. It would be all up their back and down their legs, kinda like that chick at the wine fest this year... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;- Hearing about Britney Spears every day, especially on 'news' shows&lt;br /&gt;- Nicole Kidman is looking really unnatural and distinctly not good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's enough for now, feels good to be bad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-9055049512966407140?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/9055049512966407140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=9055049512966407140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/9055049512966407140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/9055049512966407140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/11/feels-like-tuesday.html' title='Feels like Tuesday'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-1135435010336276500</id><published>2007-11-11T09:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T14:53:04.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>It certainly feels Fall like today. Gloomy, windy, and very few leaves left on the trees. It's a perfect day to stay in, watch football, then venture to MomG's for a prime rib dinner. Good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was good as well. Billy and I went golfing at Sutton Creek, for perhaps the last time this year. Davey joined us and we had some drinks and laughs, (I golfed terribly, my back swing was wayyyy too fast, no control...) and came home to a nice steak dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things to be grateful for. Life's good...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-1135435010336276500?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/1135435010336276500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=1135435010336276500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/1135435010336276500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/1135435010336276500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/11/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-4801262300532640713</id><published>2007-11-08T11:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T11:44:20.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>House in TN</title><content type='html'>Okay, here's the disclaimer: I'm so glad people rent our house in Tennessee. We have to rent it out to make it financially viable to own. The US bills would cripple us if good, nice people we know didn't rent it. If it is rented about 7 weeks a year, the US bills (except taxes and property owner's fees) are all paid for. We love renters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, jeez people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I get there, I always look around to see what is different since the last time I was there. Since I was there in June, there was about 4 different groups of people, here are some obvious things I noticed:&lt;br /&gt;- The wine opener, the only wine opener in the house is gone. It is simply not anywhere, because I spent a lot of time looking for it, and guess what? I didn't buy a new one.&lt;br /&gt;- The indestructible plastic blue mug has walked off. Did I mention that it was my favorite mug? Also 2 of the blue mugs are gone, but I'm sure there were broken, as I noticed that one had a cracked handle.&lt;br /&gt;- Someone bought a pair of Bass shoes. They left the shoe box. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No big deal really, but here are some more things that make me shake my head....&lt;br /&gt;- 2 huge empty water jugs. I guess that someone thought that these may be useful. They weren't.&lt;br /&gt;- A huge empty jug of vinegar without a lid. Perhaps it could be useful if it had a lid, but it didn't and it's not.&lt;br /&gt;- 2 empty cans of bug spray. Did someone think that another person may have magical powers to restore the contents of the can? I know I don't.&lt;br /&gt;- In the closet where an enormous plastic bag houses hundreds of empty plastic bags, (which I recycle at the WalMart, it's a tradition for me...) I found jammed in there several broken plastic hangers, and multiple tags for g-string underwear and some bras. Thanks. I like sorting through that kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;- Batteries that don't work. If they don't work for you, they probably don't work for me. There is a battery tester in the same drawer, feel free to dispose of them yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on, but let's discuss the fridge for a moment... Please house guests, (yes this is in the 'book') please, please look in the fridge before you go grocery shopping. We have ketchup, we have mustard. If you look in the fridge and are unsure if the mayonnaise is still good, then pitch it and buy another, don't leave the questionable mayonnaise and buy another. As long as there is some edible mayonnaise in the fridge I won't be upset with you for throwing out the bad stuff. This also applies to: Barbecue sauce (5 containers), mustard, (2 regular, 2 Dijon), ketchup (2, both Heinz), salad dressing (2 Italian, and multiple other kinds), 3 containers of margarine, 2 strawberry jams, 3 mayonnaise, 4 soya sauce bottles, I could go on... Needless to say, I throw a lot of things out when I'm there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howabout the spice cupboard? I think that if a spice is so crusty is doesn't move in the bottle, that it is probably pass due. So if you deduce as such and purchase another jar of garlic salt, feel free to throw out the other one. You can do it. I give you that power. The same applies for any and all other spices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a tube of toothpaste (which we typically don't brag about supplying, but if one is left there and you have forgotten yours, then feel free to use it) is empty for you, it will probably be empty for someone else. If there are 2, (yes 2!) empty tubes of toothpaste, an empty box of bandaids, empty shampoo and conditioner bottles, you can throw those away too. Also, although I can appreciate the need for feminine hygiene products, I want everyone to know that you shouldn't feel the need to leave boxes and boxes and bags and bags of the products under the bathroom counter. A few should do. There are enough pads and tampons for year. Seriously... it's getting offensive and odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, in one week I threw out 6 garbage bags of junk. There is no recycling at all in this area, so I feel tremendous guilt about it, but then again, it's their town and their county that are the irresponsible morons that don't implement the system... I did find and was able to recycle a huge box of cardboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, through all my frustration and amusement, it is totally worth it, and feel free to book it for a week anytime...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-4801262300532640713?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/4801262300532640713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=4801262300532640713&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/4801262300532640713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/4801262300532640713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/11/house-in-tn.html' title='House in TN'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-9071343643648553216</id><published>2007-11-07T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T10:16:32.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two funny pics</title><content type='html'>I have learned to keep my camera handy while traveling. Here is a picture I took in Kentucky on 1-75 coming into Cincinnati, Ohio. This was the fastest part of the morning rush hour I was stuck in. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130132559286350738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RzHkYc7ts5I/AAAAAAAAAYE/B7cIzDf8OOw/s320/100_1004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is a picture of 'Butter Jesus' (aka &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ECBaEjNVZuo"&gt;'Touch Down Jesus&lt;/a&gt;') it is a HUGE statue-type structure emerging from a small lake in front a HUGE church in Ohio, near Dayton. It looks like this Jesus was carved from butter, (not my original thought, there is actually a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f0OxLXe5YnQ"&gt;song &lt;/a&gt;about this thing) Very strange. Next to Trader's World, a huge flea market, in case you're interested... Only in America...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130132795509552034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RzHkmM7ts6I/AAAAAAAAAYM/rtIVeVVkTt4/s320/100_1006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all for now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-9071343643648553216?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/9071343643648553216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=9071343643648553216&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/9071343643648553216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/9071343643648553216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/11/two-funny-pics.html' title='Two funny pics'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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://bp1.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RzHkYc7ts5I/AAAAAAAAAYE/B7cIzDf8OOw/s72-c/100_1004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30920783.post-1785587100288684664</id><published>2007-11-07T09:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T09:27:20.527-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So much, so little</title><content type='html'>I have so much to say, I think I will try to post whenever I have a couple of minutes... no, I'm not that busy, but I do have things to do, and as I'm not the world's fastest typer, a short post can take a long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, first of all, about Tennessee. I want to talk about people/eating habits/fast food/shopping, of which I have discussed before, but I'm always taken aback when in Crossville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning, in a shopping adventure, I decided to check out this one store that is going out of business, I think it's like a Kohl's department store, (it was closed anyway...) and that route takes me past Hardee's. I don't think that we even have Hardee's here, we have Harvey's which is pretty damned good fast food, and a staple of mine in University due to $1.19 bacon cheeseburgers, and good soup... but anyway... It was about 8:30 local time, and the Hardee's parking lot was absolutely full. The drive thru had at least 35 cars it in. Unbelievable. I know that they have a breakfast burrito, as I heard a commercial for it every 30 minutes, so I guess that's the draw... crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the Super WalMart, I had to pass Rally's (which we don't have) McDonald's and BK. Guess what? They were all packed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an area that is not rich, let's see according to City-Data.com, the average household income in 2005 was $25,100. Yikes! But it seems that everyone can afford to eat out for breakfast! I know that some may say that it is easier and more cost effective to eat out than make breakfast at home. Let's say the average fastfood breakfast is $5, (X 5 is $25, duh), well I'm pretty sure a box of cereal is $3, and milk is $2.50, and five bananas is $2, and a carton of orange juice is $2.50 and if only consumed at breakfast the cereal and OJ will last more than a week... total: $10, not to mention incredibly more healthy! You can buy a box of instant oatmeal with 8 servings for $2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the deal? Laziness I think... Also maybe a feeling that a person 'deserves' to treat themselves. I can imagine excuses like, 'I'm too busy to make breakfast'... but you have the time to sit in your car for 20 minutes in the drive-thru, wasting gas, not to mention if you had to drive out of your way to get that particular fast food outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around here, A LOT of people go to Tim Horton's. It's addictive, but not as expensive as American Starbucks'... only $1.37 for a large coffee... I can sort of understand that, as it mostly is just coffee, (ask SuprT) and it is also an important Canadian social custom (someone brings the coffee in, people meet at Tim's, or even the fact that the drive thru employee is the wife of a childhood friend... etc, etc..) still, Timmy's is not something I indulge in anymore than once a month... of course more when I was working... see, there's the excuse... It can cost a lot of money when you add it up... not to mention your time, the gas, etc. (Often I write etc. when I can't think of anything else to add... you got me!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-1785587100288684664?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/1785587100288684664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=1785587100288684664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/1785587100288684664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/1785587100288684664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-much-so-little.html' title='So much, so little'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-4890642288952061619</id><published>2007-11-05T15:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T15:33:06.527-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>I'm home, it was a most unpleasant drive home. It wasn't the weather, it was stupid drivers, traffic jams, and not having the heat quite right in the car. I really shouldn't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to be home! Can't wait to see Billy, and poochy, chat, hot tub, eat, watch some shows and hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-4890642288952061619?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/4890642288952061619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=4890642288952061619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/4890642288952061619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/4890642288952061619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/11/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-6423021777482126879</id><published>2007-11-04T10:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T11:02:22.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss me?</title><content type='html'>Well I'm not home yet. I'm at Mega Bites cafe just outside Crossville Tennessee, on a sticky keyboard, slowly connected computer in a restaurant that smells so strongly of greasy food, that I fear this stank may stay on me to the mall I'm planning on visiting. I had to do my football picks... although I can't watch any of the games... unless I head to a bar by myself.... in Crossville... me thinks not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have a fairly lengthy entry, but I really fear my lung health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all are well, and I shall be returning home tomorrow, when I shall share lots of observations of TN people, and random thoughts that occur when one spends a week in the woods by oneself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-6423021777482126879?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/6423021777482126879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=6423021777482126879&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/6423021777482126879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/6423021777482126879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/11/miss-me.html' title='Miss me?'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-9029388184656909040</id><published>2007-10-27T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T14:33:35.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Billy's back</title><content type='html'>Billy arrived home on Friday afternoon, and that was enough confusion and happiness to distract me from calling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BW&lt;/span&gt; on her birthday. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Birthday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BW&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight? Prime Rib with Davey, rooting through some stinky books from TN, and maybe a little visit from B&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BW&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow? Ugh, packing. I think I'm going to TN on Monday. Books to sort and golf to play. Life's good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-9029388184656909040?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/9029388184656909040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=9029388184656909040&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/9029388184656909040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/9029388184656909040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/10/billys-back.html' title='Billy&apos;s back'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-5977562511521260347</id><published>2007-10-25T16:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T17:09:59.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pics</title><content type='html'>Today MomG, the Pooch and I ventured to Point Pelee. It was really windy (from the East), about 55* with some sun. It was a great day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's about a 2.5km walk from the car, down a deserted road, to the beach path, to the point. We came back through the nature boardwalk due to the Fun Police patroling the road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125397558017418274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RyER7GpIZCI/AAAAAAAAAXM/BFDddY8PMlQ/s320/100_0785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125399048371070050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RyETR2pIZGI/AAAAAAAAAXs/3gbTm3oIcXw/s320/100_0892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125397905909769266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RyESPWpIZDI/AAAAAAAAAXU/SJ91ppkGVoQ/s320/100B0830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125398253802120258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RyESjmpIZEI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RRONUhHzkKE/s320/100_0896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125398730543490130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RyES_WpIZFI/AAAAAAAAAXk/xplKYJBq8FI/s320/100_0913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125399885889692802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RyEUCmpIZII/AAAAAAAAAX8/6nOO7r-bQr4/s320/100_0905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-5977562511521260347?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/5977562511521260347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=5977562511521260347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/5977562511521260347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/5977562511521260347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/10/some-pics.html' title='Some pics'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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://bp3.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RyER7GpIZCI/AAAAAAAAAXM/BFDddY8PMlQ/s72-c/100_0785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30920783.post-167395369295013405</id><published>2007-10-24T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T23:03:37.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It was about a week later, that in one of my late night 'lurks', I discovered MySpace, and I came across a profile of your boyfriend. He was actually online. Too funny, I thought. I checked out his page, and was a little surprised to see that his 'hero' was Ron Jeremy. I realized that he was truly a mystery man, as your 1 of your other close friends has never met him, so I emailed friend "Y" the link. What a hoot! Here he is! W's mystery boyfriend! Y thought it was pretty cool to finally see the 'man', friend "Z" was too busy to check, and although I emailed the link to X, God knows she didn't want to further get into a bad situation, so she avoided the site altogether.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Days later in other late night surfing, I checked his profile again, (now being slightly more MySpace savvy) Hm, I thought, he has a couple of hundred friends, and all but 3 are women. Most women are fairly scantily clad. Many of the women were local. He states in his bio that he's 'here to meet the ladies', and 'single and looking'. He was also logged on again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That bothered me a bit because you have always professed that you wouldn't date a guy unless you were interested in marrying them (except for the guys you sleep with - oh, don't show your parent's that part of this letter! You'll have to copy and paste it into Word, then print it out). So I was a little disturbed that this guy, who on first and second impression I thought was great, was a little slimy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, curious and concerned as I am, I checked his pictures. A little egotistical; many of the shots showed him taking the picture himself in a 'come hither' pose, tugging at his towel, pushing down the waist of jeans, and never a shirt on. There were some interesting little comments with the photos. Lots of girls telling him how sexy he is, how hot he looks... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are we in our 30's or late teens? I thought to myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then the kicker, oh not quite, there is more, you may need to edit this for the family recital at the dining room table...A picture of him (let's assume it's him) holding his hard choked chicken. Obviously not the clean cut all Canadian boy that I thought you'd fallen for. Who does that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-167395369295013405?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/167395369295013405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=167395369295013405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/167395369295013405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/167395369295013405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/10/part-2.html' title='Part 2'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-5567195893190276810</id><published>2007-10-23T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T08:43:40.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I smell onions</title><content type='html'>Crip TOL came over last night for dinner. I was grateful to have someone else's digestive system to experiment on besides my own. Last night was 'grilled gaucho steak pitas'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say that the dinner was excellent, I'm not bragging, I just followed the recipe. The problem is, I have a very hard time following recipes exactly. Sometimes it's because I don't have the necessary ingredients and I have to improvise, or I simply think that I could do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night's recipe called for a skirt steak, I don't think so, there's nothing worse than gnawing away tough piece of meat, so I used 2 really good New York strips. I was also supposed to marinate briefly in chili oil, which I skipped because I thought it would be too much with the chimichurri sauce. I added spinach to pita, and did not combine the thinly sliced beef in the chimichurri sauce, because I thought it might be overpowering. Well it turned out great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my revised recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 large red onion, peeled and sliced 1/2-inch thick&lt;br /&gt;1/8 cup extra-virgin olive oil, for brushing&lt;br /&gt;2 good sized New York Strip Steaks&lt;br /&gt;4 fresh pita breads&lt;br /&gt;2 vine-ripened tomatoes, thinly sliced&lt;br /&gt;1/4 pound blue cheese, thinly sliced, or crumbled&lt;br /&gt;Fresh ground black pepper&lt;br /&gt;Montreal steak seasoning&lt;br /&gt;Large handful of fresh baby spinach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chimichurri Sauce:&lt;br /&gt;1 bunch fresh flat-leaf parsley, finely chopped&lt;br /&gt;2 bay leaves&lt;br /&gt;6 cloves garlic, minced&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 teaspoons smoked paprika&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon fresh oregano leaves, finely chopped, or 1 teaspoon dried&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup red wine vinegar&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups extra-virgin olive oil 1 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper&lt;br /&gt;Place the parsley, bay leaves, garlic, paprika, oregano, vinegar, olive oil, salt, and pepper in a food processor. Pulse until combined. Put the sauce in a glass or plastic container, using as needed. Chimichurri will last for up to 1 month, refrigerated. Makes 2 1/2 cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbecue should be at about 400*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lightly brush the onion slices with olive oil and add some fresh ground black pepper.&lt;br /&gt;Place on the grill and cook with the steak for about 3 to 4 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Lightly sprinkle the steak with the Montreal steak seasoning, be sure that the steaks are at room temperature before barbecuing. Cook the steak for  1 1/2 minutes, turning 4 times, a total of 6-7 minutes. Transfer to a platter and wait 4 minutes before slicing.&lt;br /&gt;Keep the pitas warm in a 150* oven.&lt;br /&gt;Slice the meat into 1/2-inch slices &lt;br /&gt;Serve the sliced meat and grilled onions on one platter, and the tomatoes, thinly sliced blue cheese, and the baby spinach on another.&lt;br /&gt;Serve chimichurri sauce on the side with a spoon, to spoon a little into the pita as desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-5567195893190276810?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/5567195893190276810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=5567195893190276810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/5567195893190276810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/5567195893190276810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-smell-onions.html' title='I smell onions'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-7835552540631836899</id><published>2007-10-21T02:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T08:05:35.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's late</title><content type='html'>It really is, it is 3:04, and I'm a slow typer, and a little buzzed, so we'll see where this goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, what a great night. Yes Billy is away, yes I already miss him, and I hope that he is having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I did tonight what I've wanted to do for years. I had 2 friends over, two people that have all known since grade one. That's 28 years. That's a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot of, 'what is A up to?' 'Did you hear about B?' Have you seen C?' Did you know that D had a baby?' etc. etc. It was great fun. We went to all three of our houses, toured, chatted, ate and drank - how nice! Way over do. Too much fun, and incidentally, I think that CC may have the kindest husband ever for picking her and BW up and driving them home at 3am. Pretty damned good of him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the one question tonight that stumped me tonight, the one question that made me think beyond gossip and stories was, 'What would you do if E showed up at your door?' (posed it to our mutual friend...) Why is this a question that would stop me in my tracks you may ask? It is because E was my 'best friend' until about 12 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 years is a long time when you're 34. A lot of things happen in 12 years. What would I do if this person showed up at my door? I don't know... laugh? Ask WTF are you doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew the answer, I have to think about that one... later, what a great night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-7835552540631836899?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/7835552540631836899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=7835552540631836899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/7835552540631836899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/7835552540631836899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-late.html' title='It&apos;s late'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-3570386471970649598</id><published>2007-10-19T18:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T19:00:36.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics</title><content type='html'>This is the covered bridge on #14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123201056226792386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RxlEN31N08I/AAAAAAAAAW0/GkTYAqV5Z90/s320/100_0777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kik's swingin' on 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123201554442998754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RxlEq31N0-I/AAAAAAAAAXE/3ENOfOkEP6E/s320/100_0780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;16th green frpm the women's tee box... 137 yards... that's a 6-7 iron for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123201266680189906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RxlEaH1N09I/AAAAAAAAAW8/idmQG4MNrCI/s320/100_0779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-3570386471970649598?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/3570386471970649598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=3570386471970649598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/3570386471970649598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/3570386471970649598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/10/pics.html' title='Pics'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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://bp3.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RxlEN31N08I/AAAAAAAAAW0/GkTYAqV5Z90/s72-c/100_0777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30920783.post-5428338197182866560</id><published>2007-10-19T16:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T17:20:48.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep, it's windy!</title><content type='html'>Kiks and I golfed this morning, and we kept remarking how gorgeous of a day it was. 68*F, sunny, oh, and windy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, what is the deal with 68*F? This is Canada in mid-October. We should be wearing sweaters and jeans, today I had on shorts (white ones -cringe-) and a sleeveless golf shirt. It was warm, oh, yeah, back to the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I hear on the news there were some tornadoes in Michigan, yikes! Today the winds were a steady 20 miles an hour with recorded gusts up to 60 mph. I think that gust occurred while I was teeing off on #13 at Sutton Creek, (156 yard par 3) I used a 3 wood, (normally a 5 iron shot), gave it all I could and ended up 10 yards short, (I pared it, very lucky). That's some serious wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taking a break this afternoon from cleaning the house and lurking around, (I think I was checking Bw's -you have to post more! I know you have more to say!) when BAM! BOOM! KA-BLOOY! WTF? I thought... A decoration blew over on the back deck, but that couldn't have the noise, so as I head upstairs I see the cause of my disturbance... the screen blew off the window. That's some big wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway.... Billy is heading down tonight, late, (actually tomorrow if you want to get technical...) to Tennessee that lucky boy. He and Kiks husband are going to spend nearly a week golfing, eating and drinking like men should a couple of times a year. I hope that they have a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might go down once they get back. I've recently come to the conclusion that a major part for the stank in the house is the books. There are hundreds of old books all jammed together on several shelves. Combine that with a house that is closed up most of the year, it adds up to stinky, musty, mouldy house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, all those books, (except for the recently purchased travel guides and The Book of Lists from like 1975), these books were all my Grandmothers. I can't very well, and do not want to simply give them away. She spent her life collecting many of these books, some were gifts to her, some were gifts to her husband. How reckless for a grand-daughter to come in and give these mementos away. In addition, so many of these books (mostly English, Scottish, and German history) have little notes tucked in them, post cards, or are signed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I feel that I would like to spend some time going through these books. I will give some away, take some home, and air out the others (and use other methods to de-mould old books). I think I owe it to my Grandmother, and I also think how disappointed I'd be if someone chucked all the things I cherished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are such a disposable society aren't we? Ah... too deep for my last night with Billy... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a picture of what I think is a Crane, looking for fish in the Hershey pond. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123173619975705490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RxkrQ31N05I/AAAAAAAAAWc/YcAyok0fUUg/s320/100_0774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the view down the 12th Fairway. It's a par 5, you can't see the tee box, and I'm nowhere near the green...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123173413817275266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RxkrE31N04I/AAAAAAAAAWU/yhoQNnHrvIM/s320/100_0775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is looking back at the men's tee box on the 4th hole. The sky was black and blue with bright sunshine and ominous clouds. The soybean field in the background was glowing. Just gorgeous!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123172876946363234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/Rxkqln1N02I/AAAAAAAAAWE/vVCqV5wW11g/s320/100_0773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More later, Blogger is being stubborn...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-5428338197182866560?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/5428338197182866560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=5428338197182866560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/5428338197182866560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/5428338197182866560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/10/yep-it.html' title='Yep, it&apos;s windy!'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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://bp3.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RxkrQ31N05I/AAAAAAAAAWc/YcAyok0fUUg/s72-c/100_0774.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30920783.post-5130353594830958971</id><published>2007-10-18T09:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T09:15:59.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Thursday</title><content type='html'>Good to be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't really know me, (or even if you do...) you may think that my life is all sunshine and roses, well maybe that's not completely true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've dealt with some pretty crappy things in my life, (as we all have, I know) it's just that in blog form, being my written word, of which I hope to have record of for ever, I choose to focus on the better things in life. -Except of course when I rant, nothing makes a person feel better than a good ranting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, should I discuss how I spent a good portion of yesterday in the Cancer Clinic with my mom, or perhaps you'd like to hear the highlights of my sister-in-law's Graves disease? No, I don't want to write about those things, but I would like people (not necessarily you all) to not always judge a book by its cover, maybe look beyond someone's smile. General assumptions are okay I guess, but it's often life's little events that make people who they are, and I think that many people cannot be judged simply by the overall picture that they portray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it? Good, thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-5130353594830958971?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/5130353594830958971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=5130353594830958971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/5130353594830958971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/5130353594830958971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/10/welcome-to-thursday.html' title='Welcome to Thursday'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-8516164332773229359</id><published>2007-10-16T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T18:11:52.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting and perhaps useful</title><content type='html'>This was emailed to me by a friend a while ago, I finally had time to check it out (yeah, my busy schedule...). I was really surprised it worked!&lt;br /&gt;(Cork in a bottle... in case you've already seen it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8da03f1f08cb118f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8da03f1f08cb118f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330100000%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D568EFD6BE830F561E1D9C1FB7CA89BE4E49E2F6A.51DAD99073E369485AEF01BDBDDEDB964484683F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8da03f1f08cb118f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dim3hdolUTn3f1wg2ovqFZlmZ9N8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8da03f1f08cb118f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330100000%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D568EFD6BE830F561E1D9C1FB7CA89BE4E49E2F6A.51DAD99073E369485AEF01BDBDDEDB964484683F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8da03f1f08cb118f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dim3hdolUTn3f1wg2ovqFZlmZ9N8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-8516164332773229359?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8da03f1f08cb118f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/8516164332773229359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=8516164332773229359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/8516164332773229359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/8516164332773229359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/10/interesting-and-perhaps-useful.html' title='Interesting and perhaps useful'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-8159184188938041178</id><published>2007-10-16T11:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T11:34:50.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleveland pics</title><content type='html'>Here are some pics!&lt;br /&gt;See, traffic jams are good for something... you get to read good bumper stickers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121971948255826722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RxTmWX1N0yI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ykZS5ApYu0s/s400/100_0735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was taken about 30 minutes before kick-off... what more can you want? 65*F, blue sky and Lake Erie as a backdrop... a better seat? No!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121972205953864498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RxTmlX1N0zI/AAAAAAAAAVo/JpzWeNRJLeo/s400/100_0757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Can you find Billy in this picture? He's wearing a blue hat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121971037722759938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RxTlhX1N0wI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/jiuhMmG-mu4/s400/Billy+at+the+Brown%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See I did go to Cleveland, here's photographic evidence... I'm so glad I wore my glasses, it was like watching the game in HD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121971656198050578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RxTmFX1N0xI/AAAAAAAAAVY/zYNK__lhbnI/s400/100_0764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I *think* that this guy is a fan.... I don't *think* he has a girlfriend... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121972467946869570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RxTm0n1N00I/AAAAAAAAAVw/p7DYTDz4q90/s400/100_0767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's it, oh I took more, but I don't want to lose lurkers by boring them with my vacation photos...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-8159184188938041178?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/8159184188938041178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=8159184188938041178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/8159184188938041178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/8159184188938041178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/10/cleveland-pics.html' title='Cleveland pics'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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://bp0.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RxTmWX1N0yI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ykZS5ApYu0s/s72-c/100_0735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30920783.post-861046513640802286</id><published>2007-10-16T08:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T08:36:35.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More fun in the mix</title><content type='html'>Ahhh, Cleveland, we had a great time! Getting there was a little f'noying, as a three hour trip took 6 hours due to a ridiculous backup on I-75 South in Michigan. We were in that peachy jam for 1 3/4 hours. Even me in my uber positive 'traffic jams are a good thing, they make you slow down and look around, and appreciate good flowing traffic' attitude was a little deflated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we had some drinks at the hotel, then walked a few blocks to The Cleveland Chop House. It was great, really nice atmosphere, good service, a huge wine list, and *way* too much food... Just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downtown Cleveland is beautiful. It's really clean and aside from a few beggars, I felt very safe with Billy walking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was perfect, we were incredibly over-prepared with parkas and the like, and we actually had to go back to the hotel to take off a few layers. Even on Lake Erie, it was in the 60's. Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The football game was amazing. The city really gets behind their team, and I was totally caught up in the excitement, so between that, and the Browns being pretty good, I think I found my team to get behind. Finally! I've been a floating football fan for years now, and I'm glad to find a team! Go Browns! I loved everything about the stadium and the people, and so glad they won. Billy was wearing his Dolphin hat and had a great time tormenting the kid in front of us with pro-Miami, anti-Cleveland banter... too funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night we ordered in Chinese, (I was officially *bombed*) relaxed and feel asleep early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to do it next year, (although they won't be playing Miami)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo highlights to come, there is a problem with Blogger...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-861046513640802286?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/861046513640802286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=861046513640802286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/861046513640802286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/861046513640802286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/10/more-fun-in-mix.html' title='More fun in the mix'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-8335061948346591370</id><published>2007-10-13T07:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T07:44:08.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RxC9aX1N0uI/AAAAAAAAAVE/31DbKaIOuMQ/s1600-h/Publication1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120801037091721954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RxC9aX1N0uI/AAAAAAAAAVE/31DbKaIOuMQ/s320/Publication1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I finally got my hair cut... just a trim, and she threw in some bangs. I figure that golf season is pretty much over, and we're not playing volleyball this year, so I can tolerate some hair in my eyes. I may go back just to get *more* bangs on the sides. I really need to retrain my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also last night Billy dyed my hair, so it's not *yellow* anymore. Whew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously have to stop playing with Publisher.... usually it's Corel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-8335061948346591370?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/8335061948346591370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=8335061948346591370&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/8335061948346591370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/8335061948346591370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/10/hair.html' title='Hair'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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://bp0.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RxC9aX1N0uI/AAAAAAAAAVE/31DbKaIOuMQ/s72-c/Publication1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30920783.post-5362192396357141318</id><published>2007-10-13T07:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T07:11:13.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Road trip</title><content type='html'>This week-end, (Sat-Mon) Billy and I are taking a little road trip to Cleveland. Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy was there 2 years ago for a football game, and I was there a couple of times in my mid-20's to visit a friend that lived nearby and to party etc. It's a great place, even for couples that aren't into the club scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, we're staying downtown and have &lt;a href="http://www.clevelandbrowns.com/gameday/"&gt;Browns vs. Miami&lt;/a&gt; tickets for Sunday, (battle for the basement?) and reservations at an &lt;a href="http://clevelandchophouse.com/RockBottomWeb/CH/index.aspx?PageName=/RockBottomWeb/Controls/Menu/DisplayMenuItemList.ascx&amp;amp;CategoryID=10044&amp;amp;SectionName=Root.Cleveland.FoodMenu"&gt;awesome steakhouse&lt;/a&gt; tonight. Billy has eaten there before, and because the menu is online, I already know what I'm getting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a year since Billy and I went somewhere just the two of us, so that will be nice. It's about a 3 hour drive, and I'm even looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-5362192396357141318?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/5362192396357141318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=5362192396357141318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/5362192396357141318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/5362192396357141318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/10/road-trip.html' title='Road trip'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-4649802376134987561</id><published>2007-10-11T18:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T18:52:24.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>My sister emailed me this &lt;a href="http://www.chumfm.com/MorningShow/bits/march24.swf"&gt;link &lt;/a&gt;today, and I thought it was pretty funny. If you already &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; it from me, it's the car accident on voice mail. Good stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-4649802376134987561?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/4649802376134987561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=4649802376134987561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/4649802376134987561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/4649802376134987561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/10/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-6405361216163567758</id><published>2007-10-11T11:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T11:22:23.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Year</title><content type='html'>Since I've been posting for well over a year now, I thought I would reflect a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm much happier and am enjoying a considerably reduced stress level from this time last year. I never imagined that I wouldn't be working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my *friends* have surprised me in the last year. Relationships come and go apparently. Kids grow up and go to school. Houses get built and vacations taken. Life goes by quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started posting a year ago, I think it was mostly to vent (yell at the wind) some things that pissed me off, and just record my day. For the record, the same things still piss me off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to every once in a while to look back and see what I was doing a year ago. It often surprises me that it was a year ago that I did, said, thought this or that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day last year I wrote about a song in my head. This strikes me as funny, as today I couldn't stop singing "Ride captain ride on your mystery ship". I don't even know if those are the right words, but I know that it was a one hit wonder from sometime in the late 70's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall quote the fictional character Ferris Bueller (great movie by the way...) "Life goes by pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okey Dokey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-6405361216163567758?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/6405361216163567758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=6405361216163567758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/6405361216163567758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/6405361216163567758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/10/year.html' title='Year'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-5879696883679208373</id><published>2007-10-10T17:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T17:49:51.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie</title><content type='html'>This is just a quick update, in case you care....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been feeling 100% lately, perhaps a result of multiple hang-overs camping, eating way too much bacon, or being generally sloth like... I don't know.... pick one.... I also haven't been sleeping very well in the last couple of weeks, that really messes me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready, and in dire need, to return to the gym. It just makes me feel better, and God knows that my schedule isn't exactly full or demanding, so I have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also really want to go to Tennessee, but I'm not sure if that is the financially responsible thing to do right now, it's just so tempting because I've never known the Canadian dollar to be at par. Imagine golfing 18 holes at Lake Tansi with a cart for $20 CAN, that's pretty sweet. There are a ton of deals down there, (not really electronics, CD's, DVD's etc.) but shampoo, razors, hair- hemhem-dye, lotion, and body products of all types. There are great deals on packaged food, clothes, toys, etc. I would love to zip down there, give the house a good clean, golf a little, and bargain shop for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, soon, I hope to get a job for Christmas time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, now you know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-5879696883679208373?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/5879696883679208373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=5879696883679208373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/5879696883679208373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/5879696883679208373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/10/quickie.html' title='Quickie'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-329208227034028235</id><published>2007-10-08T07:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T07:42:56.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What a great week-end, seriously! It was warmer camping this week-end than it was camping in June or August! Even on the shore of Lake Huron it was in the high 80*'s. Awesome! I, however, did not pack appropriately, never imagining that it would be not only warm enough to swim, but so hot that I was really needing a swim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all it was a great time, if I could do it all over, I would definitely Drink Less Alcohol. Damned hangovers! Ugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a billion pictures, so I will share some of my favorites. (Forgot to bring the camera to the drive in...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RwolcVoyxeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Z71ueYa3mnE/s1600-h/100_0721+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118945095234799074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RwolcVoyxeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Z71ueYa3mnE/s400/100_0721+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/Rwok_loyxdI/AAAAAAAAAUs/nwu9jCn8FbY/s1600-h/100_0672+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118944601313560018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/Rwok_loyxdI/AAAAAAAAAUs/nwu9jCn8FbY/s400/100_0672+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RwokaVoyxcI/AAAAAAAAAUk/z4plTL8PzBU/s1600-h/100_0659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118943961363432898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RwokaVoyxcI/AAAAAAAAAUk/z4plTL8PzBU/s400/100_0659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/Rwoj31oyxbI/AAAAAAAAAUc/-CJJX7imEZE/s1600-h/100_0679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118943368657946034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/Rwoj31oyxbI/AAAAAAAAAUc/-CJJX7imEZE/s400/100_0679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RwojoVoyxaI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0DwpCh9YeNA/s1600-h/100_0676+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118943102369973666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RwojoVoyxaI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0DwpCh9YeNA/s400/100_0676+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RwojYVoyxZI/AAAAAAAAAUM/6BZtzYbOBJQ/s1600-h/100_0693+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118942827492066706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RwojYVoyxZI/AAAAAAAAAUM/6BZtzYbOBJQ/s400/100_0693+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll post more later, promise...&lt;/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/30920783-329208227034028235?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/329208227034028235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=329208227034028235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/329208227034028235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/329208227034028235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-back-baby.html' title='I&apos;m back baby!'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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://bp3.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RwolcVoyxeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Z71ueYa3mnE/s72-c/100_0721+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30920783.post-6284583664716005656</id><published>2007-10-03T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T20:41:49.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back</title><content type='html'>I was reading my blog from a year ago, (I was a much more thoughtful writer...) and I found this pornographic picture of Halia. Seriously, if there are dog molesters out there, this would be a very prized picture. It's so wrong, it's funny... oh yeah, she's lost weight since this picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117290691839523330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RwRExYuB-gI/AAAAAAAAAUE/nfP8-xTN3Ps/s400/Halia%2520pose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-6284583664716005656?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/6284583664716005656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=6284583664716005656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/6284583664716005656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/6284583664716005656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/10/looking-back.html' title='Looking back'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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://bp0.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RwRExYuB-gI/AAAAAAAAAUE/nfP8-xTN3Ps/s72-c/Halia%2520pose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30920783.post-2502857720773638869</id><published>2007-10-03T20:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T20:36:24.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>I was simply going to write how golf was great today, I'm getting ready to go camping, and how good life is, but I was lurking around on my favorite blogs, and something kind of fired me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is so ignorant that some people believe that I'm not a 'whole' person because I don't have any kids.&lt;br /&gt;I've heard in my life things like, 'Without children, you'll never understand true love'.&lt;br /&gt;How about, 'I wouldn't be anything if it wasn't for my kids.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I know many people that have had kids outside of marriage, (or any stability), without the financial capability to care for kids, who are too young and ignorant to prevent pregnancy, etc., etc., etc., but still, in 2007, some people think that I'm not a complete person, hm, interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think kids are great. I would never begrudge anybody who wants them, but for the people who plan to have kids, or planned and have kids, I would like to know 3 reasons why they wanted them. I can give you 46 reasons why I don't want to have kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Okay, not 46, but I have many valid reasons.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-2502857720773638869?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/2502857720773638869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=2502857720773638869&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/2502857720773638869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/2502857720773638869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/10/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-2196104580510750232</id><published>2007-10-02T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T13:38:00.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I am glad to be done real estate</title><content type='html'>It has been 3 months now that I've been done with real estate, and, well, not employed in general. Yes I'm getting a little antsy, and yes I feel that I'm not contributing to the financial health of our relationship, so one of these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm so glad to be be done real estate for so many reasons here are a few:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;No More Group Pages&lt;/strong&gt;. They were the bain of my existence&lt;br /&gt;- Not being attached to a cell phone of pager&lt;br /&gt;- Not having to deal with useless inquiries from dreamers that don't speak English&lt;br /&gt;- Working my ass for for a client, then they decide not to buy/sell&lt;br /&gt;- All the crap I put up with from other agents&lt;br /&gt;- Not feeling guilty for not selling more houses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The housing market here is pretty sad. Here are some easy stats:&lt;br /&gt;August 2004 - 486 homes sold, average price: $170925&lt;br /&gt;August 2005 - 563 homes sold, average price: $161,000&lt;br /&gt;August 2006 - 479 homes sold, average price: $167,275&lt;br /&gt;August 2007 - 478 homes sold, average price: $166,839&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The numbers are kind of all over, but I really think that things here are going to get slightly worse before they recover at all. Because...&lt;br /&gt;- Our economy now is pretty strong, and our interest rates have gone up significantly since 2004, so less people can afford the higher rates, and more people are closer to losing their homes&lt;br /&gt;- Our area is really dependent on the automotive industry, and it has been a rocky road lately&lt;br /&gt;- Our dollar is very strong, and is worth the same as the US dollar, which means in a border city like Windsor/Essex County that tourism and cross border shopping (especially at Christmas) will have a noticeable decline, (plus us deal seekers that venture stateside....). &lt;em&gt;That results in&lt;/em&gt; support industries such as hotels, restaurants, shops, the Casino Windsor, (especially now with the upcoming opening of Detroit's MGM...) having to lay off employees or cut hours.... &lt;em&gt;which means&lt;/em&gt; that second family income may be gone, &lt;em&gt;which means&lt;/em&gt; even fewer people will be able to move up in housing, or even afford to pay their bills... (wait until the new City of Windsor water charges start...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So that, my friends, is why I am damned happy to be out of real estate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-2196104580510750232?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/2196104580510750232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=2196104580510750232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/2196104580510750232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/2196104580510750232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-i-am-glad-to-be-done-real-estate.html' title='Why I am glad to be done real estate'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-2621727316325803522</id><published>2007-10-01T08:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T08:24:33.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This and that</title><content type='html'>Monday, Monday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very lazy week-end. Incredibly unproductive, and I hope to make up some today for my slack-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did visit TOL last night which was fun, considering she's pretty much an invalid. SuperT, KT, and TOL's friend Stacey were there. Good stories, and some laughs. Stacey is always good for a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall is definitely closing in on us. Although this week is supposed to be in the 70's, there is just that *feeling* in the air. The pool is being closed today. The garden is pretty much done. The corn stalks are yellowing... time marches on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-2621727316325803522?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/2621727316325803522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=2621727316325803522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/2621727316325803522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/2621727316325803522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-and-that.html' title='This and that'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-243992957905798685</id><published>2007-09-29T08:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T08:24:55.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird week-end</title><content type='html'>First I will start by saying that I have not watched A) Survivor this week B) the season premiere of CSI Vegas C) Heroes -it's killing me! We haven't watched TV at all this week really, but because I have lurking issues I know what happens in CSI, and I guess I'm okay with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo, Thursday felt like a Saturday because we had an awesome tournament at SC. I was the only female in a 4 person scramble and it was great. I really like being the only female, as I have a driving advantage over the men on almost every hole. That being said, I have recently lost about 40, yes 40! yards off my drive. I don't know where those yards went, but I hope to figure it out by the end of the golfing year... So anyway, the tournament was fun, fun, fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I was *slightly* hungover, but I still managed to clean the house and entertain the pooch. Billy was having guys over for poker, and Davey brought huge steaks of which I declined and had soup. I went grocery shopping at about 7, (got some really good deals) so by the time I arrived home some of the guys were over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly, there were all sitting quietly in the basement, watching the end of The Departed. I packed a bag and went to my mom's. See because I'm smart. See because I know that poker playing men are loud (they should be) and I can't sleep. Perfect solution. Plus it makes me feel like A Good Wife to let the men be men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is is why today (Saturday) feels like a Sunday. It's like having a long week-end (which is next week-end, Thanksgiving...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's to do: um, clean up the house (just glasses, plates, and empties really....) veg, watch hours of DVR'd television, and maybe get some take-out. Tomorrow Billy has a tournament, and I'll have a nice Sunday to myself! Very nice indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOL is still in the hospital with a lot of pain from her surgery. It was supposed to be outpatient, that was Thursday... I may run up for a visit....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-243992957905798685?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/243992957905798685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=243992957905798685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/243992957905798685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/243992957905798685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/09/weird-week-end.html' title='Weird week-end'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-7963217374227725440</id><published>2007-09-26T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T18:41:54.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiction</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching the movie, &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0420223/"&gt;'Stranger Than Fiction'&lt;/a&gt;. I liked it. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me that there has been times in my life when I've felt like I was following a script, and not a particularly good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's chapter is 'Another fun day of golf', Friday is, 'Clean the house and make myself scarce'.  Life's good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-7963217374227725440?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/7963217374227725440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=7963217374227725440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/7963217374227725440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/7963217374227725440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/09/fiction.html' title='Fiction'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-4976968105088952436</id><published>2007-09-25T08:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T09:05:48.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good use of my time</title><content type='html'>I'm a lurker. I read people's blogs whom I have never met, and I like it. I'm sure I have some lurkers too. I wish my blog was more exciting, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I'd like to say poor TOL, of all the fit, busy, people with demanding jobs and a very active lifestyle, her achilles tendon decided to detach apparently while rounding 3rd base. Surgery Thursday. Good luck TOL. It makes my toes feel funny thinking about it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to today's mission. &lt;a href="http://www.gusgreeper.com/"&gt;Gus Greeper's blog&lt;/a&gt;, a favorite lurk of mine, she talks about the upcoming season of CSI Vegas and 24. I was pretty surprised to read that 'Tony' will be returning at least for the season premiere. I was pretty sure he died a while back, and I hate when shows assume the audience is retarded and they bring back characters from the dead, etc. Remember when Kathy Bates from Misery goes off on James Cann about seeing a movie 'serial' when she was a kid, and the hero was about to go over a cliff, then the next week the hero is seen miraculously escaping? Yeah, like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked it up on &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt1091235/"&gt;IMDB&lt;/a&gt;, then I found the 'truth' on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/24_%28TV_series%29"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; (love Wikipedia), here's the copy-paste:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="September 19" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/September_19"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;September 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="2007" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2007"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; it was confirmed in a FOX press release that Tony Almeida will return in the premiere of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="24 (season 7)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/24_%28season_7%29"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Season 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Show-runner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Howard Gordon" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Howard_Gordon"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Howard Gordon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; explained that Tony's "uncertain fate" left the door open for his return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tony_Almeida#_note-1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and cited the lack of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Silent clock" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Silent_clock&amp;amp;action=edit"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;silent clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; as a deliberate move to keep his death ambiguous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tony_Almeida#_note-TonyReturn_LATimes"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;We didn't give him the silent clock because we always wanted to keep alive the possibility for some kind of (admittedly) miraculous resurrection ... which we will explain," and followed up with "He's definitely NOT the Almeida we once knew."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncertain fate and ambiguous death. Leave it to me to assume someone is dead... anyway, I'm okay with that. Oh yeah, Janeane Garofalo on 24? I can't see it, but whatever... oh, and another female president? I swear more shows have chicks for presidents than guys these days, vogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto Sara Sidle from CSI Vegas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to find any definitive answer whether she lives or dies. You don't want to know what I'm hoping for... (I sometimes regress to when I was 6 watching 'Superfriends' and always hoping that once, just once the bad guys would win...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do like CSI Vegas, but it is not one of my favorites anymore. It is quite annoying when members of the forensic team is interviewing suspects, like c'mon! As if! Reminds me of 'Baywatch' when the FBI allowed David Hasselhoff's character to negotiate with kidnappers. Sure, that could happen... a lifeguard has those skills, I'm sure of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By far, way far, the absolutely most annoying and bothersome aspect of CSI (the entire franchise really... but we'll focus on Vegas....) is that the offices and laboratories are dark. You can hardly see anything. Always a blue-ish colour. The hallways are brighter than the labs. When they enter a crime scene, they never flick on lights, or use anything more than a flashlight to look around. Ugh! It's so annoying that I've never made it through a whole episode without yelling, "Hey Gil, turn on the freakin' lights!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've ranted about something as silly as a TV show, I'm going to comment on Horatio Cane from CSI Miami. Here it is, are you ready? The guy is the least cool person ever in the history of mankind. Billy likes him and I think that he is such a loser. (Horatio, not Billy...) I have a hard time watching the show. I sometimes hope that someone will come from nowhere and kick his ass. That would be a good episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114142485644472738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RvkVfquScaI/AAAAAAAAAT8/SQoerQUaGKw/s400/220px-David_Caruso_waiting+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;No more IMDB today, or playing around with photo editing... I'll be productive and use my time wisely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-4976968105088952436?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/4976968105088952436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=4976968105088952436&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/4976968105088952436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/4976968105088952436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/09/good-use-of-my-time.html' title='Good use of my time'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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://bp3.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RvkVfquScaI/AAAAAAAAAT8/SQoerQUaGKw/s72-c/220px-David_Caruso_waiting+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30920783.post-8538972419115286574</id><published>2007-09-22T07:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T08:07:01.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forward in reverse</title><content type='html'>Another beautiful day! Yesterday was gorgeous. Kiks and a couple of other women golfed at Sutton Creek, and although I golfed really bad, my score was okay at 100. Not great, but considering I probably had 30 putts, I'll take it. I have to do something about my putting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there are a ton of good things coming up, and a few things that I'm happy to be done with. Let's review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy to be done with:&lt;br /&gt;- Yahoo Fantasy Golf. It's a damned long season. Once your golfers are chosen on a Wednesday, you feel compelled to check on them to perhaps switch them out. Then you feel it necessary to watch it on Sunday to see if you did well. Enough watching golf on TV! I think the 'real' season restarts in January.&lt;br /&gt;- Volleyball. I'm glad that Billy made the executive decision to not play this year. I have played at least one night at week in the winter (and some summers) for 15 years. Yep, pretty happy to not be playing.&lt;br /&gt;- Hot nights. Although it's still in the 70-80's during the day, the nights are cool again. How nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things coming up:&lt;br /&gt;- Golfing at Pointe West tomorrow. I hope I do well. I hope I don't embarrass myself. I hope I don't break the patio chair and fall on my ass in front of Billy's co-workers and boss. I hope he doesn't comment about my weight. I still have nightmares about that.&lt;br /&gt;- Mexican Village with some friends on Monday. Always fun and good food. Plus you can't beat the people watching. Can you say transvestite waitress?&lt;br /&gt;- Golfing next week. I hope the weather is good.&lt;br /&gt;- Camping in Grand Bend. Although I'm not a huge fan of The Pinery, it's always fun. There are some good shows at the Drive In as well. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;- Cleveland! We have Cleveland Brown vs. Miami Dolphin tickets. We're going to stay two nights and Billy knows of a kick ass steak house. Yeah! Can't wait! Cleveland does rock.&lt;br /&gt;- Football on Sundays. Especially with no open house. Quitting real estate was the best thing I've ever done! I can't believe my stress level. It's nil.&lt;br /&gt;- Billy going to Tennessee. No, not because I want him to be 'gone', just because the man needs a vacation. Plus I'll feel better about having the girls over and trying new recipes.&lt;br /&gt;- Getting a job. It will be nice to have some bigger purpose to my day other than making my tee time and making the bed.&lt;br /&gt;-Christmas. Oh yes, I love Christmas! It'll be here sooner than we think! Buying and decorating the tree, the awesome parties, the shopping, wrapping, eating, drinking and merriment making in general, can't (but will) wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good, what else can I say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-8538972419115286574?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/8538972419115286574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=8538972419115286574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/8538972419115286574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/8538972419115286574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/09/forward-in-reverse.html' title='Forward in reverse'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-552128867188276720</id><published>2007-09-21T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T17:06:48.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's allowed on the couch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;He looked cute too, but will probably want to beat me with one of those soft pillows he's spooning once he sees this picture on my blog. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RvRAJquScZI/AAAAAAAAAT0/_v2do6ungZU/s1600-h/100_0630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112782011803791762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RvRAJquScZI/AAAAAAAAAT0/_v2do6ungZU/s400/100_0630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See, his work pants are dirty so he took them off before having a little nap. Very cute indeed! He is seriously going to kill me! Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-552128867188276720?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/552128867188276720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=552128867188276720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/552128867188276720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/552128867188276720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/09/hes-allowed-on-couch.html' title='He&apos;s allowed on the couch'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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://bp2.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RvRAJquScZI/AAAAAAAAAT0/_v2do6ungZU/s72-c/100_0630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30920783.post-4043072331633251996</id><published>2007-09-21T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T17:07:11.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She's not supposed to be on the couch</title><content type='html'>But she looked so cute I had to take her picture before I kicked her off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112780981011640690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RvQ_NquScXI/AAAAAAAAATk/8l8TCzavVzo/s400/100_0650.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112781328903991682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RvQ_h6uScYI/AAAAAAAAATs/MqY0oexE3jw/s400/100_0652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-4043072331633251996?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/4043072331633251996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=4043072331633251996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/4043072331633251996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/4043072331633251996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/09/shes-not-supposed-to-be-on-couch.html' title='She&apos;s not supposed to be on the couch'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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://bp2.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RvQ_NquScXI/AAAAAAAAATk/8l8TCzavVzo/s72-c/100_0650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30920783.post-5783519965611135651</id><published>2007-09-21T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T16:54:50.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Very random thoughts</title><content type='html'>You know how you have fairly obscure thoughts during the day? I've tried to remember some today, and I will attempt to write them as I had them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does Billy think I'm a lazy ass  if I don't get the mail? I better get the mail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Not too happy about picking up someone else's garbage in our front yard. It's pretty bold of someone to toss something of this size out their car window. Where is that take-out container from? Not the Dairy Freez, they use cardboard and this is styrofoam, bad for the environment. I wonder what they ate? (I did not look into the container, but I thought about it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with the Friday flyers already. I wish I could pick and choose. Foodland, Zehrs, Home Hardware, The Bargain Shop, and Canadian Tire. I never buy anything from the Bargain Shop. Sears must destroys a small continent's worth of trees every week. They should look into e-flyers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I wore my spikes to the grocery store again! In England they call them 'foodstores'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does Hickory Sticks come in any other flavour than original? or are they just trying to let the buyer know that they are the ones that orginally came up with the idea of hickory flavoured sticks? I don't think I've ever had anything else that is hickory flavoured, oh, maybe barbecue sauce in Tennessee, I don't think I liked it. Bullseye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that the dishwasher making that noise or is a truck repeatedly smashing into our garage? I hope it's the dishwasher. I should check that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can still smell the pig farm from near the golf course. I think the smell is stuck inside my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I didn't get sick from those shrimp last night. I really thought I would, and I ate way too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've owned this bra since about 1996. That has to be the oldest piece of clothing I own, except my awesome Star Trek t-shirt, which I think was my brothers' but he says it was my dads. That shirt was probably made in the early 80's. When I bought the bra I also bought a one-piece sleeper thing, but I haven't worn that in 6 years, and I probably only wore it 20 times. I still have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my feet smell, or is that the pig farm smell in my nose still?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have to go to Mexican Village on Mondays anymore, or at least for now. Canadian money is pretty much at par. Sweet Jesus! I wonder if the bridge/border fee is the same in American as it is in Canadian? Billy said that once the American economy recovers we'll have a ton of shares in this one mutual fund which right now is biting the biscuit, but it's a long term thing. I can't wait to go to the Walmart in Tennessee with money being even par! Big Lots! Oh yeah! I wonder if I switched in a Canadian quarter they would make a comment about it being worthless (that's happened before)... I'll have to carry written proof to show that redneck cashier that our dollar is strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so effing glad that DD is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to eat today? I wish the clubhouse had something between a chocolate bar and a sandwich. It's hard to pull a cart and eat a sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I ever able to putt? Is my putting that bad, or am I just chipping like shit? Arg! Jesus H effing Christo on a stick! Jack ass! What is my left problem?.... oh sweet putt Liz, see you can putt you freaking idioso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet! Dog food is $0.50 off. I'll buy 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sour creme and perogies are both on sale. A thing of sour creme costs the same as a small bag of perogies? Is that right? I would bomb out on the Price is Right. I hate the Price is Right. Not Bob Barker though, he always tells people to fix their pets. Do I need onions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love rock hard white flesh nectarines. Like apples without the texture that makes my toes curl. Those grapes better be good, I've never bought giant seedless blue/black grapes before. I should have looked where they came from. I like those 'product of' signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my new pink Sutton Creek shirt. It'll match my nose ring nice. That's important for golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My left hand looks pale and withered compared to my right. Billy takes his glove off more, maybe I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concludes the look into my obscure random thoughts. Believe me I had a few more, although not many really...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-5783519965611135651?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/5783519965611135651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=5783519965611135651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/5783519965611135651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/5783519965611135651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/09/very-random-thoughts.html' title='Very random thoughts'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-1817834754310378099</id><published>2007-09-19T09:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T09:11:43.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uninspired</title><content type='html'>I really have nothing to say. Golf last night was fun, the weather was great. Today is a beautiful day, and Billy has golf tonight, lucky boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a topic that you would like me to discuss or comment on, please let me know. I think my brain is getting mushy and I need some inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;By the way, I totally miss &lt;a href="http://divinedivorcee.blogspot.com/"&gt;DD&lt;/a&gt;. She stopped writing over a week ago and I'm going through blog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;withdrawals&lt;/span&gt;. Not fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-1817834754310378099?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/1817834754310378099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=1817834754310378099&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/1817834754310378099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/1817834754310378099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/09/uninspired.html' title='Uninspired'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-5253867982738558116</id><published>2007-09-16T07:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T08:03:19.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September morn...</title><content type='html'>It is absolutely gorgeous outside. Very green, gold and glistening. The kind of morning that nature is telling you that fall is inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fantastic week-end! We played glow ball on Friday night and I can say it was one of the best times I've ever had golfing! The couple that runs the couple's league really goes all out. Played in a scramble format, our foursome was given about 6 glow balls, a bunch of glow sticks(bracelets, earrings, hoops, etc.) to decorate ourselves and our cart, and a little flashlight. The nine holes that we played were totally decked out in glow sticks. The bridges, some trees, pathways, the flag stick, the inside rim of the cup, the tee boxes, the yardage markers... everything! It was so cool looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the balls don't go as far as regular balls, we still shot an even round. Amazing, really. It was really challenging playing in the total darkness. Awesome. I can't wait for next year, and I'm totally going to deck myself out properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my nine-hole league field day and it was great. For 6 holes it was a scramble format, 6 holes a step aside format, and the last 6 holes was alternate shot, which pretty much killed us. Too much fun! Everyone seemed to have a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, we went to a wedding reception of a friend of mine. Although the day was cool and windy, it was gorgeous out there. We didn't stay long because we didn't really know anyone, and there wasn't enough room to sit inside the dining tent. Either it was too small, or they invited some last minute people. So that kinda sucked, but it was a nice night, the bride looked amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today will be another great day. The kind of day I love. Billy is cleaning the hot tub, and will be filling it today! Oh yeah, the hot tub is back in action. I'm going to go to the grocery store and Billy is going to make homemade bread and lasagna. Billy is going to cut grass and I'm going to do little things around the house and maybe weed-whack. We're going to watch football, and have MomG and Billy's sister over for dinner and play a little Guitar Hero. So much fun. Perfect day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's Good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-5253867982738558116?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/5253867982738558116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=5253867982738558116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/5253867982738558116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/5253867982738558116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/09/september-morn.html' title='September morn...'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-2653226315733356193</id><published>2007-09-14T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T12:30:20.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter to Sutton Creek</title><content type='html'>Dear Bernie and Debbie Aliberti,                                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It saddened me so much today to read the front page of the Windsor Star for many reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Amateur event was held at Sutton Creek, I had one non-golfing friend express to me her positive impression of Sutton Creek. Today alone, I’ve heard several people comment negatively on the preference to kill geese on your course rather than utilize a more humane option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some, the most offensive aspect would be that this occurred during a women’s league. I personally don’t care when the hunting occurred, I feel that is shouldn’t have happened at all.  If I witnessed the hunt, it would have disturbed me beyond imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opinion is that a very enjoyable facet of the game is to simply be outdoors, surrounded by nature and beauty. This is one of the many reasons that inspired us to join Sutton Creek. So many members love, and go out of their way to see the owls, geese, cranes, deer, turtles, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If nature and beauty doesn’t enhance the experience of golf, I would expect courses to not plant flowers, grow trees, or water grass. We could all play at ‘On The Green’ and enjoy the sterile surroundings and manufactured air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have golfed on your course almost exclusively with women, who tend to be slightly more compassionate towards animals, I have never heard anyone complain about the geese or their excrement. Of course golfers are wary of approaching their ball when in the vicinity of geese, but they always move. It was great seeing the little goslings swimming, staggering about and growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not so naive to believe that feces are the only problem with the geese population on your course, but there are other proven ways to deal with the geese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wholeheartedly volunteer to bring my hound and my mom’s Labs to the course once a week in the early morning, or late evening to help with the geese predicament. I am a huge animal and nature lover and this would provide me with as much joy as it would the dogs, and hopefully aid in your current quandary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, I believe it is your educated assessment that decides if there are too many geese on your course, but I don’t believe that it is you who should determine whether geese should live or die. That ought to be concluded by appropriate wildlife authorities and taken care of at a more suitable venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your time,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Liz Grady&lt;br /&gt;CC: Dan McCaffrey, Dave Deluzio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-2653226315733356193?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/2653226315733356193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=2653226315733356193&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/2653226315733356193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/2653226315733356193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/09/letter-to-sutton-creek.html' title='A letter to Sutton Creek'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-1189408926901384426</id><published>2007-09-13T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T16:45:20.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Compliments of TOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/Rumtdk3_jbI/AAAAAAAAATc/z2ey5NHD868/s1600-h/Wine+Fest+Bob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109805975854878130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/Rumtdk3_jbI/AAAAAAAAATc/z2ey5NHD868/s400/Wine+Fest+Bob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the promised sweet pic of Wine Fest Bob leaving the festivities on Saturday evening, with a little sway in his step that took him slightly left of the sidewalk. (Isn't just a guide anyway?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please take note of the bottles of wine stuck into his not very deep pockets, and he is carrying the all important and necessary 3rd bottle in his right hand. I should mention that moments before this picture was taken he dropped his plastic wine glass on the sidewalk, and I'm not sure that he noticed... Okay, moving on, he is sporting way too short Thomas Magnum inspired shorts from 1982, and wearing a less than desirable dollar store, never was in style, never will be in style bright green hat he probably got for free at Nate's Bait and Tackle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His one friend is out the picture to the left, as he was taking a photo himself, and his other, probably now 'acquaintances' who are denying to be truly friends with him, ran out of the frame, on the the street on the right. I would have too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;, next year I for sire am taking my camera. Good job &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-1189408926901384426?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/1189408926901384426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=1189408926901384426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/1189408926901384426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/1189408926901384426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/09/compliments-of-tol.html' title='Compliments of TOL'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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://bp0.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/Rumtdk3_jbI/AAAAAAAAATc/z2ey5NHD868/s72-c/Wine+Fest+Bob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30920783.post-4744184406053825444</id><published>2007-09-13T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T16:17:44.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days</title><content type='html'>Do you ever have one of those days that you awake actually feeling like you sleep the amount required to function with a bounce in your step? I did today, amazingly enough, although I know that I didn't sleep very well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it has to do with the nice cool night air, and the crisp morning. It was so pretty today. The coffee this morning was really good too. I had a good but short visit with my mom, and Halia played with Lily enough to get tired out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went grocery shopping and found some great deals. (Half priced Campbell's soup, half priced pasta, $2 off cheese...) It was nice to come out of the store and not be assaulted by 95*F with 100% humidity. Smile. My post yesterday inspired me to buy perogies, and I had them for lunch. They might be my new kick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some cleaning around the house, took the pooch for a walk, read a little bit of Golf Digest, and made Billy's favourite dinner, as he is working late, and I don't particularly like cooking at possibly 8pm at night. I'm going to have last night's left-overs in a little bit, yummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Billy gets home, we're going to watch Tuesday's and tonight's episodes of Big Brother and just hang out. All in all it has been a fantastic, mellow day. Maybe it seems so great because I had the time and quiet to appreciate it. I love my life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-4744184406053825444?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/4744184406053825444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=4744184406053825444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/4744184406053825444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/4744184406053825444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-4102561872698698692</id><published>2007-09-12T08:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T08:23:57.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kick</title><content type='html'>Throughout my life, I've regularly gone on 'kicks'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current kick, oddly enough, is eggs. I think I've eaten 10 eggs in the last 7 days. I may have a couple today. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am not concerned about the cholesterol aspect of my latest kick for a few reasons, A) it's good cholesterol, and B) this kick will probably not last long enough to affect my overall health in general anyways....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may know that I grew up on an egg farm, well actually chicken, I guess. I went to conventions with my parents and saw giant eggs roaming the hotel lobbies, had a closet shelf full of 'get cracking' hats and t-shirts, and pretty much 1/2 km of our farm smelled pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, here's something you might not know... growing up I never ate eggs. Hahaha, because we were so sick of them right? Actually no, I was never tired of them, because we never had them. I do not recall ever having eggs of any kind prepared for me aside from some hard boiled ones on Easter. So that is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other food kicks I had in the past were:&lt;br /&gt;Perogies (great kick, problem is keeping and having sour creme)&lt;br /&gt;Chef Boyardee (I was very poor, living with PF and sometimes I would eat it cold, I shudder now thinking about it...)&lt;br /&gt;Grilled cheese sandwiches with Cheez Whiz (problem keeping bread in the house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Billy has golf, so I think I'll make myself a nice Chicken Parmesan with garlic bread for dinner. This was one of my favorite foods until I had food poisoning from it in Vegas on our honeymoon. Damn you Palms! It took me a good 4 years before I could even look at it, and now I'm over my 'taste aversion learned' thoughts. I'm hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-4102561872698698692?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/4102561872698698692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=4102561872698698692&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/4102561872698698692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/4102561872698698692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/09/kick.html' title='Kick'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-6036919975221412524</id><published>2007-09-10T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T08:21:26.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another favorite pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RuVEICNbz9I/AAAAAAAAATU/BQKZAaFXJC4/s1600-h/100_0647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108564257144557522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RuVEICNbz9I/AAAAAAAAATU/BQKZAaFXJC4/s400/100_0647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot to post this one! It's my favorite...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-6036919975221412524?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/6036919975221412524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=6036919975221412524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/6036919975221412524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/6036919975221412524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-favorite-pic.html' title='Another favorite pic'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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://bp2.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RuVEICNbz9I/AAAAAAAAATU/BQKZAaFXJC4/s72-c/100_0647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30920783.post-7318399268080301453</id><published>2007-09-09T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T10:38:26.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pics</title><content type='html'>No, not the pic from TOL at the Wine Fest. These pics I took this morning after a heavy rain. I can't beleive how great our yard looks. This is truly the first year that we have grass, and it is looking great!&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RuQLnSNbz8I/AAAAAAAAATM/Njqo7Tvkklc/s1600-h/100_0637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108220646875975618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RuQLnSNbz8I/AAAAAAAAATM/Njqo7Tvkklc/s320/100_0637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RuQDQiNbz7I/AAAAAAAAATE/D2SuFaqLhII/s1600-h/100_0641+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108211459940929458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RuQDQiNbz7I/AAAAAAAAATE/D2SuFaqLhII/s320/100_0641+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RuQCpiNbz6I/AAAAAAAAAS8/CefmfeYx5Fo/s1600-h/100_0646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108210789926031266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RuQCpiNbz6I/AAAAAAAAAS8/CefmfeYx5Fo/s320/100_0646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108210369019236242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RuQCRCNbz5I/AAAAAAAAAS0/lv7ZqYtjKkY/s320/100_0636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RuQB8CNbz4I/AAAAAAAAASs/JzgunDoq908/s1600-h/100_0631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108210008241983362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RuQB8CNbz4I/AAAAAAAAASs/JzgunDoq908/s320/100_0631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-7318399268080301453?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/7318399268080301453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=7318399268080301453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/7318399268080301453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/7318399268080301453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/09/some-pics.html' title='Some pics'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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://bp2.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RuQLnSNbz8I/AAAAAAAAATM/Njqo7Tvkklc/s72-c/100_0637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30920783.post-4944430204341700651</id><published>2007-09-09T07:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T08:10:24.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wine Fest in review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RuPwdyNbz3I/AAAAAAAAASk/TI45k18T9IQ/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108190796853268338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RuPwdyNbz3I/AAAAAAAAASk/TI45k18T9IQ/s320/poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cost of admission to Shores of Erie International Wine Fest: $10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;3 bottles of wine shared with friends: $60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Being transported by a golf cart through a crowd of thousands after falling down, hitting your head, vomiting all over yourself and shitting in your shorts and all down your legs: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Priceless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Seriously. I have never seen anything like that in my life! Here's the background...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met TOL at her place at about 3:30 and we ventured to Amherstburg to attend the long awaited Wine Fest. It beautiful weather and as always, Amherstburg and Fort Malden looked gorgeous. We bought a couple of glasses of wine and settled into the seminar tent with an awesome cheese platter from Sobey's. My sister's boyfriend was giving a talk on Wine 101. It was very interesting and fun. We also caught the end of a local chef preparing mussels. Yummy, shall try to make when Billy is in Tennessee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we left the tent, the place was getting really packed. We saw many people we knew. We talked with a really nice guy for about 20 minutes and I have no idea who he was. I think his name was Brandon. His wife remembered me from a party over 10 years ago singing 'Bobby McGee.' That I recall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw KT's parents, brother, aunt, uncle and cousin, SuperT's parents, a women whom I met in my later teens and kept appearing in my life for about 5 years, but I avoided her, because I'm that girl. I saw a few Realtors, some others from high school, and a women from my golf league.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bumped into my sister when it was becoming a little ridiculously busy. She was pretty bombed and lost her boyfriend. (I think they found each other about 20 minutes later, as we found him and his cell phone rang...) As we were chatting with my sister, there goes the golf cart with the shitty, pukey woman! TOL and I just looked at each other like, 'did we really just see that?' We were in the middle of a conversation so we never mentioned it until we left me sister.... we were both like, 'uh... did you see...? Hahaha! Pretty funny stuff! After considering the situation, I would like to know A) Where exactly they were bringing her B) How would they take care of the problem C) If anyone bothered to claim her or if out of incredible embarrassment she was left abandoned at an unknown location... Things that make you go hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw the couple we camp with, Billy's TSSA inspector and his wife, as well as a couple who last saw me with black hair dressed as Edward Scissor Hands (obviously a Halloween party, nice to know I made an impression, because that dye job lasted a year...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spotted Dumb, from Dumb and Dumber fame, (AKA my former next door neighbor from the cottage.. oh I could tell you stories...) We said hi to the super hot guy we used to play volleyball with, and had an interesting conversation with a guy who if our high school was blown up, I would swear it was him.... luckily, he told us, he has worked out his childhood issues and is now a responsible member of society... He told us that he stays sane by smoking like 300 cigarettes a day. I asked if he was smoking at his table, as this is not the type of venue or crowd that would well tolerate smoke. He said that someone near him commented on his habit, so he told them to go eat a bag of dicks! Apparently he still has some problems, but good God we laughed! Eat a bag of dicks! That guy is hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love seeing the men in their late 40's to early 60's who are over tanned with windblown hair, wearing baggy button-up shirts, left mostly open and a little too short shorts. They carry their glasses well in front of them from years of experienced crowd maneuvering without spilling precious alcohol. They looked like they just stepped off their boat and are heading for the nearest Jimmy Buffet concert. TOL got a sweet pic from her camera phone which I will post when I receive it. You gotta see this guy named 'Bob'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see that this is getting a little long, so I will say that it is a fantastic event and they raise a ton of money to support local tourism. I'm sure in the years to come that a charity will receive some of the proceeds because the event is getting huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it getting huge? Two simple reasons, I believe. One: The venue is perhaps the most beautiful in all of Essex County. Fort Malden overlooks the Detroit River at a place where the river is wide, and no industrial complexes are in sight. Two: The wine and food. Our local wine is really amazing. Truly. One day our wines will shine brighter than any other in Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.detnews.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20070906/LIFESTYLE07/709060405/1032/ENT"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is a good article from the Detroit News, or this &lt;a href="http://www.micentral.com/travel/travel/20070826/t1.shtml"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt; from MIcentral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to find some online pictures to share, but they are all marked. This may give the idea though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108186716634337122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RuPswSNbz2I/AAAAAAAAASc/g2voNuq2ids/s320/241117691_a24bed90e7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We only stayed for maybe 3 hours and that was perfect. Next year I will go even earlier and catch more culinary seminars, and stake out a table, it just gets too busy to be wandering through the packed crowd. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks to TOL for going out there with me. We should make it an annual 'Lizzes' event. I'd also like to say that it is great going to an event where there is lots of drinking with someone with the same name. Nobody can forget it if they know one of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-4944430204341700651?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/4944430204341700651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=4944430204341700651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/4944430204341700651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/4944430204341700651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/09/wine-fest-in-review.html' title='Wine Fest in review'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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://bp3.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RuPwdyNbz3I/AAAAAAAAASk/TI45k18T9IQ/s72-c/poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30920783.post-4483126086868496984</id><published>2007-09-08T06:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T07:07:00.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mr. Patterson</title><content type='html'>It's Saturday morning and I realized that in the last 4 days I have read 3 books, all by James Patterson: 3rd Degree, 4th of July and Mary Mary. Mary Mary was excellent, it was one of his Alex Cross novels (remember the movies Along Came A Spider and Kiss The Girls with Morgan Freeman? He played Dr. Alex Cross). They were all worth the read, and now I'm started on 5th Horseman, which I believe is the second last novel in the Women's Murder Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you would think that I haven't done anything in the past 4 days besides read, well that is not true. I think it's just because I haven't watched any TV, except 2 episodes of Big Brother last night that we DVR'd, so we watched it in under 1 1/2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my whole point about reading is this: when I'm reading a mystery, I like to take my time and think about it. I like to try to figure out what is going on, the killer's possible motivation, and in general, to read between the lines and pick up little hints in the story that may disclose who the killer is. If I do happen to figure it out, I feel quite accomplished and very good about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little metaphor: Remember the game Clue? You go through it all and discover that indeed twas Colonel Mustard in the Library with the Candlestick. Yeah! Well what if at the end of the game, you pull the three cards from the envelop and find that the murderer was actually Pervy Uncle Bert in the Cellar with the Grinder. Not fair right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'm saying here! Throw me a bone at least! Give me some kind of hint or inclination! Oh, also please stop introducing a character who appears to be the over the top obvious suspect, because it's never them and we know that, and it doesn't throw us off. We're smarter than that! Even if the author thinks his readers are stupid, I'll read 'em anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-4483126086868496984?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/4483126086868496984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=4483126086868496984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/4483126086868496984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/4483126086868496984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/09/dear-mr-patterson.html' title='Dear Mr. Patterson'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-8242197110517449029</id><published>2007-09-06T08:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T08:09:01.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie</title><content type='html'>Tonight is the first game of the regular season of the NFL. Very exciting. For those of you who like the game, there is a free pool online where each week you pick 5 teams to beat the spread, plus Monday night's game total score as a tie breaker. Lots of fun! I do my picks, then I have a 'Bizarro Liz' account where I pick the exact opposite. Sadly last year my opposite team did better than my actual picks. Here's the link: &lt;a href="http://www.vegasinsider.com/contests/"&gt;2007 NFL's handicapping challenge&lt;/a&gt;. You must register, but it's easy and they send you an email every week to remind you to do your picks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said Pooh, "what I like best -- " and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love that bear! Brilliant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-8242197110517449029?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/8242197110517449029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=8242197110517449029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/8242197110517449029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/8242197110517449029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/09/quickie.html' title='Quickie'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-863134251290264874</id><published>2007-09-05T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T18:31:01.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much of a</title><content type='html'>A good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've golfed 6 days in a row, and last night I was talked into playing in a charity tournament tomorrow at Sutton Creek. My right wrist and fingers a little stiff and my swing is as slow as molasses. It beats working that's for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny because the woman who was desperate for more players has never been nice to me. Maybe it's just my interpretation of her behavior or perhaps I don't get her sense of humour, but she's actually been short with me and has dropped little comments in the past. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I said I would golf I never realized it was her running the tournament. I will say that she was pretty damned happy to have me sign up, delighted in fact. She immediately said, 'you're on my team!'. Hmm, great. I wonder which version of her I'll get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did she act happy because she was glad it was me who signed up? Was her reaction based on true gratefulness that someone stepped up to play? Did she react that way because she heard that I won my flight in the club championship? I don't know, but I don't like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else I like. All is good. It was a burner out there today, though, whew! Sweaty Betty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy is playing in the men's league tonight, so I had a chance to catch up on laundry, cleaning, recycling, and watering inside and out. Just me and the pooch tonight, oh, and Mary Mary by James Patterson. Kind of nice, actually. ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-863134251290264874?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/863134251290264874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=863134251290264874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/863134251290264874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/863134251290264874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/09/too-much-of.html' title='Too much of a'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-8388409256666027202</id><published>2007-09-03T08:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T08:14:40.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Labour Day</title><content type='html'>I don't remember better weather for Labour Day week-end. Sunny, little wind and in the 80's. It doesn't get much better than this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We golfed in the Club Championship this week-end and it was so much fun! I ended up meeting lots of new women and finally learning the names of some I see regularly. I golfed pretty good for me, with a two day total 2 under my handicap. Billy wasn't happy at all with his score, but I know that he had fun and met a couple of great guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winners marched in a procession behind a bagpiper. Awkward! How did that tradition start? The club is only like 19 years old! Anyways, it was a great week-end, and lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we're golfing at Beach Grove (sometimes I feel like all I blog about is golf, that has to be annoying to some of you... sorry about that). I hear that it is a good course for women because it is short and not too tough. That will be a welcome break from SC! I hope that we have a good time and score well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping this morning to see my friend's new house! Very exciting indeed! I'm going to head out to K'ville and hope for the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-8388409256666027202?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/8388409256666027202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=8388409256666027202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/8388409256666027202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/8388409256666027202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/09/labour-day.html' title='Labour Day'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-7101228246978230237</id><published>2007-09-01T08:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T09:04:09.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The good life</title><content type='html'>Last night we golfed with K&amp;J, and although I took an 11 on a par 4, it was a good night, and a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the start of the club championship, and Billy teed off at 9:20 (I dropped him off, his truck has a flat...) and I tee off at 12:30. I'm golfing with someone I know, so that's a good thing. Hopefully I'll make it to tomorrow's round, (there aren't too many women golfing, but if the donkey in me comes out, I may be in trouble...). The weather this week-end is amazing! Monday we're comp'ed to play Beach Grove, which is cool because neither Billy nor I have ever played there, and also cool because it's free. Free is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it is already Labour Day week-end! In September I'm going back to the gym, and I'm going to look into getting a job for the Christmas season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our yard has never looked better (helped by the 5 inches of rain we had in August), and everything around here is good. Life's good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-7101228246978230237?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/7101228246978230237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=7101228246978230237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/7101228246978230237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/7101228246978230237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/09/good-life.html' title='The good life'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-7697942151926754998</id><published>2007-08-30T18:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T18:58:05.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pooh</title><content type='html'>I love Winnie the Pooh. He is an absolute genius, and way ahead of his time. Here is a quote to quantify my feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words, but rather short, easy words like, 'What about lunch?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant! He's my kind of guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-7697942151926754998?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/7697942151926754998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=7697942151926754998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/7697942151926754998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/7697942151926754998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/08/pooh.html' title='Pooh'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-1095179755803767455</id><published>2007-08-30T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T10:48:36.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good to know</title><content type='html'>Apparently Canadian men are healthy, but not enjoying copious amounts of sex. Good to know... See what a great a country this is! Check out this &lt;a href="http://health.msn.com/dietfitness/articlepage.aspx?cp-documentid=100168474&amp;amp;GT1=10316"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-1095179755803767455?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/1095179755803767455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=1095179755803767455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/1095179755803767455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/1095179755803767455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/08/good-to-know.html' title='Good to know'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-5537148175698415379</id><published>2007-08-29T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T18:13:38.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More about camping</title><content type='html'>I'm already looking forward to our next trip to The Pinery Thanksgiving week-end. For me, it's so much fun to check out other campers. Here are some things I noticed: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- About 70% of people have dogs. Little dogs yap a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I love people who post a name plate on the front of the site. It's good to know that the "Carson Family" gets out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I like seeing strung lights, tiki torches and even Christmas lights. Fun stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- There is always at least one German or Northern European family. The appear to be purists. No lights, name plates, or crazy tarps. They have top of the line bicycles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I like to see people sitting on camp chairs reading in the afternoon. Very nice and mellow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- There is invariably one loud, obnoxious family with fat kids that cut across occupied campsites. The kids gorge all day on pre-packaged snacks and complain that they are bored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- There is always 2 young guys on a non-electrical site sharing a very small tent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Never have I seen an all girl camp site (I have been one, though)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- There is always one big group of family or friends that gather on one site. They bring pot luck to a huge dinner. There is usually 4 picnic tables on the site and at least 4 dogs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Campers sleep in. It's pretty quiet until about 9:30ish. Except the yappy dogs and early birds packing up to get on the road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are pictures:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104261868145069858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RtX7ICNbzyI/AAAAAAAAAR8/hSFXTX7LDkY/s320/100_0622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beach at Point Farms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104262061418598194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RtX7TSNbzzI/AAAAAAAAASE/WaeJFWtTX-w/s320/100_0625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Billy and Pooch at the Drive-in. We saw Mr. Bean's Holiday (it sucked...) and Borne Ultimatum (again). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104261636216835858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RtX66iNbzxI/AAAAAAAAAR0/J9RLyZ86kBc/s320/100_0627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Red-neck kids at the drive in. Sweet couch. The OPP came and I think kicked them out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104262563929771842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RtX7wiNbz0I/AAAAAAAAASM/JUuuc-T1oh8/s320/2007-08-29_0008+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are some small rapids in the Maitland River just outside Goderich. The rivers level is way down, but it was fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104262795858005842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RtX7-CNbz1I/AAAAAAAAASU/huIgWNmeLAc/s320/2007-08-29_0005+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;African breed dogs afraid of the rain can swim! We're so proud of her!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-5537148175698415379?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/5537148175698415379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=5537148175698415379&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/5537148175698415379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/5537148175698415379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/08/more-about-camping.html' title='More about camping'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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://bp2.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RtX7ICNbzyI/AAAAAAAAAR8/hSFXTX7LDkY/s72-c/100_0622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30920783.post-377089376264567572</id><published>2007-08-28T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T14:13:15.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>It was a great week-end camping in Goderich. It rained on Friday evening, but apparently not as bad as it did here, as I heard that there were some tornadoes. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather really cleared up and became nice on Saturday night and Sunday. We spent one day at the Maitland River and the other day on the trails in Goderich, then at the beach. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate like kings with our camping companions. Because of the rain, and everything at our site being wet, we had to bring our share of the chow to them, which I found to be an imposition. I really hope that next time we can either figure out how to fix the pop-up canopy, or even purchase a dining tent (with at least 2 walls...) better yet, hopefully it won't rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the storm, the park became a shanty town, and I'd have to guess that there was thousands of dollars worth of tarps protecting everything from campers, camp fires, tents, picnic tables, and canopies. There were tarps tied to trees, posts, campers, signs posts, and my favorite: the side mirror of cars. People can really be creative when faced with rain and given some rope and a tarp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night we were next to a seriously disturbed guy who decided at about 2 am to start his big ass diesel truck every 5 to 20 minutes for 2 hours. When someone finally had enough and yelled for him to give it a rest, he yelled back, 'Eye for an eye, brother!" I also should mention that he was hammered, swaying really bad. Although his site was a good 15 metres from ours and separated by trees, I could see him fairly clearly in the break of the trees where the electrical outlets are. A few times he staggered toward our site, I felt like he was staring at me. Creepy! Also, there were 3 bikes on the site, yet I never saw a wife or any kids. He also had a 19 inch TV in his crap pull-behind. Weird! The rain drove him away, he may have been kicked out, as I discovered after gossiping with some surrounding campers that there were several complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times, pictures to follow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-377089376264567572?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/377089376264567572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=377089376264567572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/377089376264567572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/377089376264567572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/08/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-7270564714429779019</id><published>2007-08-22T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T17:18:23.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>About packing/camping</title><content type='html'>I recently read a friends' blog in which she discussed preparing and packing for a move, her husband, as mine, is not really into packing. I thing it's a genetic thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all well and good for me, as I packed things when we moved the way I wanted to (control freak) in a organized, easy to unpack (OCD) way. It all worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, when Billy saw my camping list, he thought I was going overboard. "All you need," he said, "is hot dogs and some buns." My question to him was, "What about the mustard? Onions? Knife to cut the onions? A cutting board? Plates? How are you going to cook it? Do you have newspaper and matches to light the fire? Do you have propane for the barbecue? Are you going to turn the dog with your fingers, or do you need a utensil? You can't eat on the nasty picnic table, you'll need a table cloth, what about napkins? (I know you are infamous for mustard leakage) How are you going to keep the hot dogs and mustard cold until you eat them? You'll need a cooler and ice. What about something (uh, non alcoholic) to drink? Water? Pepsi? Cups? Are you going to wash the plates and cups? Because if you are you'll need a kettle, soap, a washtub, water jug, sponge and a dishtowel!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's just for damned hot dogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is there is a lot of preparation for camping unless you want to be constantly running to the not so convenience store to pay for overpriced items Good planning makes for a good, easy going fun trip. No worries, no running to the store, no suffering without some extra conveniences. I like planning and packing. I like having everything we need in a simple way. It bugs me if we forget something however small, (uh, like the cooler full of food... that's another story...) best to be prepared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, we don't travel with the kitchen sink by any means. We're actually fairly basic food and personal item wise. A radio, some CD's, a cell phone charger and an electric blanket is the extent of our luxuries (yes we have a mini fridge and hydro...) Okay, okay, we're spoiled rotten, and might as well be at the Holiday Inn... yay for Mom's pop-up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been many times in my life, that I camped with no more than a tent, a blanket, a package of hot dogs and buns, and a cooler of beer... I prefer these days much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-7270564714429779019?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/7270564714429779019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=7270564714429779019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/7270564714429779019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/7270564714429779019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/08/about-packingcamping.html' title='About packing/camping'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-2251897221208874241</id><published>2007-08-21T07:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T07:59:27.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreary</title><content type='html'>It's another dreary day in Essex County. After the extreme heat of the last few weeks, recently it has been quite chilly, (like in the 60*'s) and it reminds me that fall is coming. The grass is green again due to heavy rains over the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not so bad really. I refuse to recap the summer as I feel that it's not truly over until I pack away my golf shorts, which may not happen until late October, but there is that distinctive feeling in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel that September is a time for new beginnings. Remember getting ready to start the school year, and you'd say to yourself, 'this year is going to be different.'? I know that I always hoped to re-invent myself. I never did. I never got the better marks, played better on teams, or was a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe today is that day, but probably not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-2251897221208874241?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/2251897221208874241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=2251897221208874241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/2251897221208874241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/2251897221208874241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/08/dreary.html' title='Dreary'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-7946377898627720246</id><published>2007-08-20T08:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T10:04:52.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A wee week-end</title><content type='html'>It was another great week-end. Billy put some serious miles on his truck considering he was at home every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's review...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Billy played in a 6 man (3 team) scramble shotgun (that is one packed course if you know what I'm saying... the round was 6 hours...) in Thedford at Widder Station, (awesome course if you ever have the chance...) Thedford is 110 miles, (22o round trip). He had fun, I stayed home and watered grass at the house I was watching and cleaned our house, no mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Billy played with Davey at SC, and had a great time. I again cleaned the rest of the house and watered my friends' yard. (Don't get me wrong, I'm absolutely not complaining, just trying to give you the big picture...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got back here we had some drinks (love Belvedere and OJ) and a fantastic prime rib dinner. We sat outside and pondered life, then decided to go to the drive in. In Grand Bend. Add another 122 miles (244 round trip) to the odometer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foolish really. We left just in time to arrive at the drive in, and buy popcorn, ($0.25 refills... hahaha) and we got home at 3:30 am. Oh we are sooooo spontaneous! Grabbing life and all! Ratatouille and Bourne Ultimatum, (Davey slept through the entire BU and the way home, Billy caught a nice little nap midway through BU and then drove all the way home...). So much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy was up at 8am the next morning to golf at SC. I had an 11 am tee time at SC, so I showered, changed, went to the house, came home and stayed in bed until 4pm. Too much vodka, rye and popcorn... no golf for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, we lounged the entire Sunday, only going out to (besides me again going to the house...) have a fine dinner of ham (Billy hates ham) at MomG's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good week-end! Billy needs to go back to work to take a break!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-7946377898627720246?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/7946377898627720246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=7946377898627720246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/7946377898627720246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/7946377898627720246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/08/wee-week-end.html' title='A wee week-end'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-5393703838953285477</id><published>2007-08-15T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T15:59:57.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent funs and forwards</title><content type='html'>Last night at golf Kim and I had a great time. The last two holes we golfed really well, so of course that encouraged us to attempt another 9 holes. I say attempt as it was getting rather late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good God did we have fun! The course was completely deserted, and we could have played the back holes naked if we chose (we didn't). But it got dark, really dark. It was actually humorous that we even tried to play the last two holes. Glow balls would have been handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so dark that I put down my drink (in a beer skin) and I lost it. Kim lost her ball on the approach to the 18th green, and she would have been on in 4. Sonofa! We must have looked like a couple of idiots. Fun. I shot well too. Woo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things I'm looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;- Prime rib dinner on Friday night. Killer hot horseradish compliments of the Keg. Yumalicious.&lt;br /&gt;- Golf on Saturday morning with the Judy Crew. Weather is supposed to be divine.&lt;br /&gt;- Big Brother marathon on Sunday night with my husband, (I'm sad that Hell's Kitchen is over, but it was a good season).&lt;br /&gt;- Trying out some new recipes in the Michale Chiarello and Giada De Laurentiis cookbooks that MomG ordered for me. Good stuff...&lt;br /&gt;- My friends coming home from their 2 week vacation, as going out there twice a day is getting on me a bit.&lt;br /&gt;- Camping in Goderich in less than 2 weeks! I've never stayed there is August and I hope that Lake Huron is warm enough to swim, (it's usually about 65*F in June... brrr!). Also looking forward to dinner and drinks with our camping companions and of course the &lt;a href="http://www.starlitedriveintheatre.com/GrandBend.html"&gt;Drive In&lt;/a&gt;! I wish Bourne Ultimatum was playing (in the book Jason Bourne was in his 50's... hm....), Pirates or Chuck and Larry... I think it may be a Nacho Libre repeat if it is Ball of Fury playing... it looks awful...&lt;br /&gt;- Shores of Erie Wine Festival.  (Not the 'Ears of Shorie' like I was saying last year after a bottle of Windex... )TOL, some others and myself had a fantastic time last year.&lt;br /&gt;- Club championship on Labour Day week-end. It will be so much fun! Hopefully I win a cooler bag, (just kidding).&lt;br /&gt;- Ladies Field Day at the club should be fun too, and another opportunity to win a cooler bag, or maybe some stamps! Sweet! Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many good things...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-5393703838953285477?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/5393703838953285477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=5393703838953285477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/5393703838953285477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/5393703838953285477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/08/recent-funs-and-forwards.html' title='Recent funs and forwards'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-8148326618230890001</id><published>2007-08-09T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T13:27:25.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sponsored by the letters F and U</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Just when I thought that I was out, they pull me back in&lt;/em&gt;. - Michael Corleone, Godfather III.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The names have been changed to protect the stupid... but not the grammatical errors, those are just funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hi Vince,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke with Mario, and of course we were not aware of any problem since the fix a year ago. It is what is called in real estate a latent defect, (a fault that could not have been discovered by a reasonably thorough inspection prior to the closing date), if there actually was a problem prior to the close. I hope it is evident to you and Marty that Mario has gone above and beyond to get his home sold, (pool care, etc) and knowing Mario, he would never do a band-aid fix. He thought the job was a permanent fix, and paid well to have the problem solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, he feels bad that there is a problem. He knows what it is like, and actually recently had the same contractor to his current house to fix a leak, but of course he's not responsible for problems with 20 Suck St. beyond the closing date, especially with a home inspection completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to contact the contractor. He has done a lot of work for Mario over the years and is apparently a great guy. His name is Tony Corleone, Mario believes that the company is Corleone Construction, but I couldn’t find a listing for it in the phone book. If you find a number and are speaking to an old Italian guy, that is the father…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this helps you, please call me if there is anything else I can help you out with. Sorry about this problem, and good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hi LG&lt;br /&gt;What I believe is that it was a band aid put on it and that there is no contractor and really is a friend of his that did the work. And we were told that it was a contractor and that's why there was no further looking into the possible leaky issue. If it was really a contractor, than there is an invoice. If no invoice than not a contractor and therefore we were deceived about the repair. Example not knowing name of contractor, phone # but just having work done recently sounds fishy&lt;br /&gt;Please have an invoice to prove work was done by contractor or I will have to purse other avenues &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Thanks Vince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Vince,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you choose to ‘pursue’ other avenues, then you do that. Obviously I take that as a threat to sue myself, Mario or both, and if that is the route you wish to take, go for it. My lawyer is Joan B. Solicitor in Amherstburg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be reasonable then read on, if not, I do not want you or your brother to contact me again except through my lawyer. I have given your brother good customer service and it pisses me off for you to imply that I purposely deceived a customer, and essentially you are calling someone whom I consider a friend, Mario, a liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Things go wrong with homes, and most often it is at times when not convenient for the home owner. At the time of closing neither Mario nor I were aware of any problems with roof line leakage. As far as Mario knew the problem was fixed. That’s why during our phone conversation I told you the most I could do was find out who the contractor was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario didn’t happen to have the phone number of Tony Corleone on him when I spoke to him, and in the interest of time, I emailed you what information I knew. There is no invoice because apparently it was a cash job. His number is: 519-971-0031. Feel free to call him, he is expecting your call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not believe that it was a band aid, or a temporary fix. Mario was upfront and honest with me with the problem, as I was with you. Neither Mario nor myself attempted to mislead you in any way with issues concerning the past leak in the roof line. I told you a contractor did the work, as that was what I was told, and that is who performed the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard you discuss at length with your brother your unhappiness with the roof line. You pointed out to me the why that particular roof line is problematic, and you discussed with your brother how and why it had to be changed. The fact is:&lt;br /&gt;A) I told you that there was a problem in the past.&lt;br /&gt;B) It was apparent that work was done, (new drywall, caulking, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;C) There were no obvious problems at the time of the professional home inspection or the final inspection of which you were in attendance. (The information from the home inspection is property of Marty, and technically I have no right to know it unless Marty chooses to tell me, as Marty and your father were not my clients, but customers)&lt;br /&gt;D) According to Marty, the Home Inspector said that there are current problems with the roof, and Marty choose to continue with the sale.&lt;br /&gt;E) There was a home inspection performed and wouldn’t that be considered ‘looking further into the leaky issue’?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve spent enough time writing this email. Good luck. LG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-8148326618230890001?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/8148326618230890001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=8148326618230890001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/8148326618230890001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/8148326618230890001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/08/sponsored-by-letters-f-and-u.html' title='Sponsored by the letters F and U'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-5509026928275085944</id><published>2007-08-08T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T15:06:31.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough Night</title><content type='html'>Last night was Ladies golf league, and I must say that it went really well, and the 89*F temperature combined with no wind and 100% humidity (not kidding) made is especially challenging... did I mention the booze shack was closed? Rats! anyway, we golfed the back and despite 2 penalties I still shot a 46. Not too shabby, could've been better, has been much worse... so anyway... I'm really starting to know some of the women in the league and that's a good thing. One woman I absolutely despise, as she is a cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater, with a nasty disposition, but most of them are a lot of fun, (yes there is an age difference of 10-35 years... Kiks being closest in age to me...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After golf I headed over to the house I'm watching for the week, and oh yes, there is an alarm going off... To make a long story short, after speaking with ADT, not sleeping last night, emailing the Riu Palace in Cabo San Lucas, and calling the previous owner, the problem was solved. Carbon monoxide tester. I was so happy when I ripped that thing from the wall I nearly kissed it then smashed it to pieces, but I didn't, instead I removed my earplugs, (seriously) gracefully closed the garage door and skipped on home. Ahhh, relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is Billy's golf night, so I've invited Little Miss Mackenzee (sic) Marie to spend the night. I'm sure it will involved a lot of 'Oh my God', 'like', 'y'know' 'uh my friend told me' and perhaps Wii or Dance Dance Revolution (It could be renamed Flab Bounce Revulsion in my honour...), and maybe a little hair dye as the Kool Aid highlights from last week didn't make it past the pool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, I must say, all in all, life's good! Oh yes there are still some rants in my pants that I shall discuss! Eventually...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-5509026928275085944?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/5509026928275085944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=5509026928275085944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/5509026928275085944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/5509026928275085944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/08/rough-night.html' title='Rough Night'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-2657958236394612121</id><published>2007-08-07T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T09:57:58.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's raining again</title><content type='html'>It's raining and has been for the past 4 hours. I can't tell you how happy this makes me, despite the fact that golf tonight will more than likely be a rain out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching a friend's house while they are on vacation and they just spent thousands of dollars seeding the yard. The area they seeded is just under 2 acres. No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sprinkler&lt;/span&gt; system. One of my responsibilities is to water their newly sprouting grass. I know it was a big favour for them to ask, but it's not a big deal to me really. I know what it is like to invest so much time and money into a yard, so spending a few hours there a 3 or 4 times this week is no problem. However. I'm pretty happy about the rain. It takes the pressure off me to do a good job, and will make them feel as though they have not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inconvenienced&lt;/span&gt; me too much. Whew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-2657958236394612121?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/2657958236394612121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=2657958236394612121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/2657958236394612121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/2657958236394612121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-raining-again.html' title='It&apos;s raining again'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-1457308537596993319</id><published>2007-08-06T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T08:28:47.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Civic holiday</title><content type='html'>It is the Civic holiday. I didn't know it's purpose so I looked it up and it really has no purpose except to encourage people not to work. It's a nice little break between Canada Day and Labour Day, and Billy is still sleeping soundly upstairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had a couple and their daughter over for dinner and some drinks. Of course the Wii was busted out and proved to be tons o fun. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a good week-end! Tonight I'm looking forward to watching DVR'd episodes of Big Brother and of course, Hell's Kitchen. I love the nights where Billy and I get lost in the couch and just veg...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-1457308537596993319?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/1457308537596993319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=1457308537596993319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/1457308537596993319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/1457308537596993319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/08/civic-holiday.html' title='Civic holiday'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-7243279624946809837</id><published>2007-08-03T07:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T07:23:09.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to say...</title><content type='html'>I don't have long, but I do want to say that some of the girls, plus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KT's&lt;/span&gt; sister came over last night, and it was nice. Crazy with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SuperT's&lt;/span&gt; 4 kids, but fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting around, conversing, gossiping, eating apps and drinking Sangria, I of course can't help but notice how normal this all feels. Comfortable, nice, just another day in life. Friends, food, and a little booze, nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads me (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; all thoughts lead to another) to get angry at Other People's Bad Behavior, or at least Behavior I Don't Understand. There's a few people I will comment on when time allows, (see I'm all booked up this morning...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little moments like last night again make me totally appreciate my friends, my family, my husband,  but at the same time, after thought, it makes me mad at others. Make sense? Of course not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-7243279624946809837?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/7243279624946809837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=7243279624946809837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/7243279624946809837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/7243279624946809837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/08/something-to-say.html' title='Something to say...'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-5435337104482272</id><published>2007-08-02T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T16:50:04.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all good</title><content type='html'>I just don't feel like posting today. I haven't written anything since Monday and nothing is wrong, I just don't have much to say. (Hard to believe, I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gearing up for a crazy good rant so stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-5435337104482272?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/5435337104482272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=5435337104482272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/5435337104482272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/5435337104482272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-all-good.html' title='It&apos;s all good'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-6512618812958898272</id><published>2007-07-30T07:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T07:43:05.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrap up</title><content type='html'>The week-end has flown by and again here is Monday morning. The plan today is:&lt;br /&gt;- Do laundry, including sheets&lt;br /&gt;- Take poochy for a good long play next door&lt;br /&gt;- Check the pool (my mom is still away in Utah or Nevada I guess by now...)&lt;br /&gt;- Get an oil change at Midas (they're great)&lt;br /&gt;- Go to the mall to use my b-day goft certificates to purchase a pair of white shorts long enough to golf in (Deb and MomG bought me 2 Izod golf shirts in Vegas last week that are kick ass, but I can't wear them with any of my current golf shorts.....so... and big serious golf tournament at Sutton Creek tomorrow, so have to look spiffy! Might look for pink plaid shorts too, wish me luck!)&lt;br /&gt;- Look for new sheets (in case you care, ours have a rip in them. I know people -KT- that have a closet full of sheets, not us. We literally have 2, one on our bed and one on the futon, and the one on the futon is plaid striped 1992 Seattle grunge style flannel, so not too hip... Maybe because we didn't have a wedding shower I didn't get the required 5 sheets sets that everyone else in the world seems to have piled lopsided in a hallway closet... anyway, we really need new sheets...)&lt;br /&gt;- Pay GST (If you have a mall gift certificate and supposedly said certificate is good anywhere in the mall, can one use said certificate at CIBC to pay GST? Prolly' not... I'm sure I'm not the first one to question that, perhaps the first one not on welfare, however...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Man is at work right now, (which seems to state the obvious, but I'll tell you, anytime I see one of the 'kids' they always ask me, 'where's Uncle Billy?' and I always say, 'working' or sometimes golfing. I think they always ask because both my brother and my sister are self employed and are about the house more, anyway...) and he'll work a regular day (wiring I believe, which is very mind numbing, focused and hard, not to mention hot) then he'll come home, eat, shower, nap and back to work at 11pm tonight and work until tomorrow afternoon. I don't know how he does it! Keep in mind that he had a brutal week-end on call. That man needs a vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, we lost our match play, which is kind of a relief for me. I've only ever played team sports and the individual thing is stressful! We had fun with this couple though and I really hope to golf with them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-6512618812958898272?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/6512618812958898272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=6512618812958898272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/6512618812958898272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/6512618812958898272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/07/wrap-up.html' title='Wrap up'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-5123183022665862693</id><published>2007-07-28T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T21:14:16.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Off my ass and laughing my ass off</title><content type='html'>I've been sick. Like in bed, can't move, eat, think, poop - sick. I'm better now thank God. Actually I felt fairly cured this morning and good thing, as I had an 11am tee time... should have stayed home... but it was fun.... match play tomorrow... ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a week-end where Billy is on call and he's working like a total donkey. I think he has been out for 8ish hours already today, and he just left for another call in the city. It's really stressful and hard on him, and I always feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before he left I squeezed in an older episode of &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0460649/"&gt;'How I Met Your Mother'&lt;/a&gt;. If you have not seen this gem I totally recommend it. It is a laugh out loud funny show. This episode has been sitting in our DVR bank for months, and I decided to watch it yesterday when I was able to crawl out of bed and thought I could use a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it was the fever, but OMG, I laughed my ass off, and again tonight with Billy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the spoiler so don't read if you plan on running out and buying the first season on DVD... In this particular episode a main character, Robin, won't go to the mall and there is much speculation why... and then Barney discovers &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9mJAsgIIfNM"&gt;this video&lt;/a&gt; and it explains everything... (apparently the 80's didn't reach Canada until about 93...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain why this touched my funny bone, but I'll be giggling 'aboot' this for a while!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-5123183022665862693?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/5123183022665862693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=5123183022665862693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/5123183022665862693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/5123183022665862693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/07/off-my-ass-and-laughing-my-ass-off.html' title='Off my ass and laughing my ass off'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-7099990255073101313</id><published>2007-07-25T07:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T07:56:55.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The good, the bad, the bitch</title><content type='html'>Let's start with the good, shall we? Last night was my ladies golf league, (no my score was not the good part of this little story...). Kiks saw a guy who was a contractor at her old place of work, and he was in the clubhouse when we finished our round. He bought Kim a drink, and I couldn't believe that he bought me one too... I don't even know the guy! How nice is that? Well, he also bought us &lt;em&gt;both&lt;/em&gt; dinner! Who does that? How nice is that? It completely redeems all the things I'm going to discuss below... well almost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering, how often do guys sit around bitching about another guy? Very rarely it seems. How come women behave so badly that it can't helped but be talked about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to rate on a scale of 1-10 (10 being completely unacceptable...) how bad you think this behavior is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) When invited to a party with an RVSP of a week, you call the day before.&lt;br /&gt;2) You tell the host that you will be there at 2pm, you are bringing a vegetable platter, you can't wait to see the hosts' kids, gush, gush, etc. etc., then you show up at 10:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;3) Upon showing up at 10:30pm your excuse for being late was that you were at another party.&lt;br /&gt;4) Upon showing up at 10:30pm, you stay for only 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;5) Upon showing up at 10:30pm you then invite everyone at that party to leave and go to the party you were just at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think? Fairly offensive behavior, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It being summertime, and my husband having a physically and mentally draining job, vacationing always comes up. He deserves it more than anyone I know. He was supposed to have a free trip to Vegas, but of course, all the dates are blacked out. He discusses with his friend the possibility of still going to Vegas, or perhaps Tennessee for a week of golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friend's wife 'won't let him'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whu? Huh? How does that work? I'm really not bitching about this, seriously, I just want to know if I'm missing something here... before you race to leave a comment (sarcasm) here are some facts, and please, please comment if you can shed some light for me, (or if you just want to bitch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 1) Married like 12 years, 2 kids, about 11 and 9&lt;br /&gt;Fact 2) Wife doesn't work&lt;br /&gt;Fact 3) The couple has no problem getting family to watch the kids&lt;br /&gt;Fact 4) The wife does not like to go on vacations&lt;br /&gt;Fact 5) Although money doesn't grow on trees, it's not a big problem for them&lt;br /&gt;Fact 6) The husband truly works his ass off in a totally stressful job&lt;br /&gt;Fact 7) Tennessee is not a Spring Break destination, no strip joints or hot clubs, (could you see Billy at a hot club? Could you see me? Hahahahaha... I digress...)&lt;br /&gt;Fact 8) The friend would have a free place to stay, and would only have to pay for some of the gas, food, drinks and golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be the damned day that I told Billy he couldn't do something! Why wouldn't I &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; him to go? Maybe it's different with kids and of that I'm not sure, so feel free to enlighten me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-7099990255073101313?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/7099990255073101313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=7099990255073101313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/7099990255073101313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/7099990255073101313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/07/good-bad-bitch.html' title='The good, the bad, the bitch'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-9176065882884162275</id><published>2007-07-23T08:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T08:22:41.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah...</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday DW! I hope it's a good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-9176065882884162275?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/9176065882884162275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=9176065882884162275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/9176065882884162275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/9176065882884162275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh yeah...'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-9025426417341851716</id><published>2007-07-23T08:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T08:20:52.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thou shalt not spoil...</title><content type='html'>I won't spoil the ending or any parts of the most recent HP novel, but I am going to chat about it a bit, so if you want to be HP free, stop reading here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy with the ending, and I was really afraid that I wouldn't be. I have been known to literally throw a book across the room upon its completion. (The Partner by John Grisham and Beach Road by James Patterson pop into my mind, oh yeah, I also tossed The Chamber by John Grisham into a glass doored Pepsi cooler when I worked at The Big Chief gas station... it is the only facet of a temper I have...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also say that I cried many many times while reading the book, (I started at about 8am and finished at about 11pm...) The tears came within the first 50 pages and the last 60 I was streaming constantly, but also remember that a) I'm a big emotional baby... (yep, I'm a cancer...) b) I have an unusual attachment to that sweet Harry and all his pals c) it's pretty damned sad and a touch profound, which I totally love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to mention that reading this book was like reading 'see spot run' compared to the Tom Clancy novel I put aside, so that was rather refreshing and enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that there will not be anymore novels, spin offs, or stories that come from Hogwarts. Let it go. It's obviously not a money thing as JKR is loaded, so let's say good-bye like adults and appreciate that all good things should and do end. I would hate to see the whole HP franchise &lt;a href="http://www.jumptheshark.com/index.jspa"&gt;'jump the shark'&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing, I would like to thanks JKR for really making some magic, and getting a whole generation to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-9025426417341851716?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/9025426417341851716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=9025426417341851716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/9025426417341851716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/9025426417341851716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/07/thou-shalt-not-spoil.html' title='Thou shalt not spoil...'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-2261693664627424838</id><published>2007-07-22T07:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T07:29:48.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Step aside Mr. Clancy</title><content type='html'>I am one of the millions of people that eagerly, with baited breath, awaited the release of the new Harry Potter book. My mother-in-law ordered 2 copies the day that Chapters started taking orders. My sister-in-law picked up the books at Chapters at 2 am Saturday morning. I'm sure by now she is finished reading it, and is actually on her way to Vegas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived home last night from our friends' annual golf and pool party (early as I was completely overcome by a migraine... nice timing..), we arrived home to find that MomG dropped off the pooch, and my copy of Harry Potter. Happy birthday to me! Yay that it is also not a misprint like the last HP book I received that was &lt;a href="http://www.thebookstandard.com/bookstandard/news/retail/article_display.jsp?vnu_content_id=1000989383"&gt;upside down&lt;/a&gt;, it irked me every time I picked it up... although it is super cool to own one of the rare misprints...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently reading 'Red Storm Rising' by Tom Clancy. It's fairly painful as many of his books are. It's quite descriptive of all things military, but I'm hacking through it, and it really didn't get interesting until page 256. Really. I'm on page 550 with about 400 pages to go. Needless to say, I'll be putting this down until I've completed Harry Potter. Hopefully I'll be done by tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also like to thank everyone who made my feel special on and around my birthday. It was really great, and I appreciate the calls, cards, and little gifts...(Billy also gave me 2lbs of Nibs to go along with the new furniture.. should come in handy for nourishment while reading HP) I hope that you all feel as good, (not counting the migraine...) on your birthdays...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-2261693664627424838?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/2261693664627424838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=2261693664627424838&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/2261693664627424838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/2261693664627424838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/07/step-aside-mr-clancy.html' title='Step aside Mr. Clancy'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-1001441220694909966</id><published>2007-07-20T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T08:26:56.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back</title><content type='html'>Someone I *know* in cyberspace has recently ended a relationship, and of course because I'm an admitted slight self regarding person, it makes me remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Billy (obviously) I dated a guy, we'll call RC, for about 3 years. He was fun, and somewhat interesting, but I always knew (and not that) deep down that the relationship would go nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the thing that bothered most (oh, and there were many things...) was that I would call him at work at say 2pm on a Tuesday, and ask if he wanted to come over for dinner that night. He would always, after about 6 months of us dating, be slightly annoyed and tell me that he didn't know 'what was going on that night' as it was only 2pm, (on a &lt;em&gt;Tuesday&lt;/em&gt; mind you...) and he hadn't talked to any of his friends yet. (Most of his friends partied every night, so they didn't get 'up' until 5 or 6pm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put up with in the sense that I told myself to be more easy going and take things as they come, but let me tell you, it made me feel pretty bad. I felt at the bottom of the pile, last in line behind the waitstaff at the bar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never wanted to make any plans, be it seeing a movie, going bowling or especially go on vacation. I was his last choice if there was nothing else happening. I would literally have to 'bribe' him to do anything fun by offering to pay, despite the fact that he made about 3 times what I did. (See, he spent most of his money partying with his friends...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me mad to think now what I put up with then... what a waste of time, money and effort. Ew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started to date Billy, it didn't begin in the traditional sense, but he sincerely jumped at the chance to spend time with me. Immediately he planned a vacation for us. He would do things like buy me a frying pan, just because he noticed that I needed one. He would ask me what I was doing that night, because &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;wanted&lt;/em&gt; to come over and make &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; dinner... I felt, (and still feel) adored, wanted, even needed. Completely opposite from how RC made me feel, (as much as one person can &lt;em&gt;make&lt;/em&gt; you feel... let's not get too philosophical here...) and exactly how every woman wants to feel (me thinks anyway...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when it finally ended with RC, I felt a sense of relief, the opportunity for me to rediscover who I was (yes I know that is cliche and cheesy...), and quite unexpectedly I found the best thing that has ever come into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing I'd like to thank RC for releasing me from the low self esteem and dejection I felt, and helping me realize a truly fantastic man, and how a woman should be treated. Good luck DD, you deserve the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-1001441220694909966?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/1001441220694909966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=1001441220694909966&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/1001441220694909966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/1001441220694909966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/07/looking-back.html' title='Looking back'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-3391427447741055709</id><published>2007-07-18T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T12:00:42.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>What is life but a series of events and moments with memories and feelings attached, however briefly, to those fleeting instances. You hope for more good than bad, more happy than sad, but ultimately you have no choice but to take what you get. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think perception and attitude are important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What things do you allow to consume you? What thoughts weigh heavily on you? What do you do for others? How does your actions impact your family? Friends? The world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough... too deep for such a pretty day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-3391427447741055709?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/3391427447741055709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=3391427447741055709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/3391427447741055709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/3391427447741055709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/07/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-5700598247170793280</id><published>2007-07-16T07:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T07:28:55.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it is</title><content type='html'>Here is our new &lt;a href="http://www.leons.ca/common/product/ProductInfo.aspx?itemid=205629&amp;ChildId=205629&amp;amp;xs=766e746f232-d71c-46c8-a2f6-b3ded91f1e90"&gt;couch and loveseat&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are our new &lt;a href="http://www.leons.ca/common/product/ProductInfo.aspx?itemid=143200&amp;ChildId=143200&amp;amp;xs=86e746f232-d71c-46c8-a2f6-b3ded91f1e90"&gt;tables&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very exciting! I think I should steam clean the carpet and wash the dog before Wednesday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-5700598247170793280?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/5700598247170793280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=5700598247170793280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/5700598247170793280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/5700598247170793280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/07/here-it-is.html' title='Here it is'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-3135610044748774763</id><published>2007-07-16T06:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T06:50:38.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid July</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that it is already mid-July! Where has the summer gone? Where is it going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Billy and I ventured to the Mall to see Harry Potter. It was really good, I loved it! But, as I heard a movie reviewer say on the week-end, and I shall adopt his opinion as my own, that I do miss the Christmas like magical feel of the first movie, when everything was new and shiny. Hogwarts literally saved little Harry's spirit. Now he's a bitter hormonal teenager. Times change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we stopped by Leon's, (apparently Canada's only furniture superstore...) to look around... or so I thought! Billy had it in his head for me to pick out a birthday present... new couch, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;loveseat&lt;/span&gt;, chair and tables! Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;! Being delivered Wednesday! Don't get me wrong, I really do like our current set that we've had for 6 years now. It's in good shape, but, as anyone who was ever sat on our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;loveseat&lt;/span&gt; can attest, the cushions are completely mushy. In fact the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;loveseat&lt;/span&gt; is so bad, if two people are on it, they inevitably have their thighs and shoulders stuck together. So anyways, very exciting! The perfect gift! Funny is that I really wanted a new set last year, but I just put it out of my head and accepted our mushy furniture. Billy's a good man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also should mention that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MomG&lt;/span&gt; and my sister-in-law are going to Vegas on the 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;. I was invited, but I said no. The weird thing is that when I called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MomG&lt;/span&gt; to tell her, I had every intention of saying yes. I've always been a firm follower of the idea that at the end of the year, you're not going to say to yourself, 'I'm so glad I saved that $500 and didn't go to Vegas...' instead you think, 'what a great time! What fun memories made!' When it came time to tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;MomG&lt;/span&gt;, 'no' slipped out of my mouth when I meant to say 'yes'! I do think it is for the best, and obviously my subconscious was listening to my brain, (a rare occurrence) because I think I would have felt guilty about the situation. There is always next year... No regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom is leaving the 21st, (my 34&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; b-day) on a bus trip for 2 weeks with my 13 year old nephew. The fact that she will be gone on my b-day is sort of a long running joke between us. Growing up there was always a convention, either agricultural related in my early years, or cake related in my teens and twenties... It's all good. I've never been big on birthdays anyways, I'll take Christmas any day... This year K&amp;J's annual golf and pool party is on Saturday and of course will be an awesome time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next week will be Mom free for me. What am I eight? I do talk to the Moms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;regularly&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To steal from another lurk worthy &lt;a href="http://essexwinereport.blog.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; (as DD would say...)... It's Summertime and the living is easy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-3135610044748774763?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/3135610044748774763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=3135610044748774763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/3135610044748774763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/3135610044748774763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/07/mid-july.html' title='Mid July'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-2105158385328301270</id><published>2007-07-15T07:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T07:52:59.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday morning</title><content type='html'>It is Sunday morning, and there are many things I love about Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it is Sunday morning, I make an entire pot of coffee, enough for Billy and I to share. I feel no guilt about lazing on the couch and watching CBS News Sunday Morning. (Totally one of may favorite shows, esp. Bill Geist) Why don't I feel guilt? Well it's a news show, and I don't read the paper... so we'll put that under the category of necessarily informative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday mornings are also great because if I accomplish anything before becoming part of the couch for a couple of hours, I feel a huge sense of accomplishment, which completely offsets and possible lingering guilt. (- today I have rode my bike into Cottam, watered the plants and garden...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also good things:&lt;br /&gt;- Billy sleeps in, and doesn't complain about my CBS News Sunday Morning addiction.&lt;br /&gt;- No one calls you on Sunday morning before 10 am. &lt;br /&gt;- It still has the childhood feeling of a day of rest and peace, especially the morning when it is so quiet and calm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-2105158385328301270?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/2105158385328301270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=2105158385328301270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/2105158385328301270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/2105158385328301270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/07/sunday-morning.html' title='Sunday morning'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-7160372490872972979</id><published>2007-07-13T09:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T10:02:43.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The good life</title><content type='html'>It certainly is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is absolutely gorgeous outside today, with the temperature only expected to reach 80*. Am I at a time in my life when the weather is the most important thing happening? I hope not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I golfed with Dian at a course that I've only played once, (Sutton Creek is re-opening to members tonight, as the Ontario Amateurs are finishing up), and it pretty much kicked my butt. However: the greens are much, much slower, longer and slopier than I'm used to, it's a significantly longer course, it was incredibly windy, I'm not familiar with the course, and the back nine, which we played is a par 38 for the women. So there. I guess I'll take my 49 a be happy to be out with a friend on a beautiful night. Roseland is a really mature course in the middle of South Windsor and has gorgeous, huge trees, so that was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my last closing. Am I sad? Remorseful? Regretting my decision? Hell no, not even for a second! I'm seeing some bullshit that the women who took over my business is dealing with and I'm so glad not to be out of it! I'm on the nature trail instead, smelling the flowers, listening to the birds, and surrounded by beauty. She is on the roller coaster, next to a fat sweaty guy, and behind a screaming kid that just puked. Hows that for an analogy? Pretty good me thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's Big Plan is to visit my clients in A'burg for a few minutes, hit Erie Shore Winery, as everyone has decided that Sellar Secret is better than Summer Sun, clean the house, (I'm almost done, I've also watered the garden, visited with my Mom and MomG, checked email, etc...) golf 18 holes in the couples league, (it's only 9, but we're feeling some withdrawals), and maybe, maybe attend the festivities at the Essex Beer Tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some reasons that I can't stand the Essex Beer Tent:&lt;br /&gt;- Way too many people&lt;br /&gt;- Way too many eleventeen year olds (my first time drinking there, I was 15....)&lt;br /&gt;- Way too many drunk people that I went to high school with, who are like, 'yeah, I'll call you, we should totally get together!' Blah, blah, blah!&lt;br /&gt;- Way too many slutty girls dressed in slutty girl apparel, and the occasional high heels (It's an outdoor beer tent, you moron!)&lt;br /&gt;- Way too loud music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the best part of the beer tent is watching the people trip over the huge pegs and ropes in the ground. Classic. Also, the porta john area is pretty humorous. Also funny to see what people you know purchased a new outfit for the festivus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some funny pics that I found from Fun Fest years past. I think they speak for themselves... except the guy on the mechenical bull is the Mayor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086696889807814402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RpeT3u0UPwI/AAAAAAAAARc/Lz74eZrk9l8/s320/3907.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086696833973239538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RpeT0e0UPvI/AAAAAAAAARU/a34osTYKQcA/s320/3705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086696730894024418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RpeTue0UPuI/AAAAAAAAARM/P7-6a1X5oew/s320/3740.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I also would like to say happy blogging birthday to me, it was a year on July 10th. Woo hoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-7160372490872972979?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/7160372490872972979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=7160372490872972979&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/7160372490872972979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/7160372490872972979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/07/good-life.html' title='The good life'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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://bp3.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/RpeT3u0UPwI/AAAAAAAAARc/Lz74eZrk9l8/s72-c/3907.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30920783.post-7107512791071893676</id><published>2007-07-11T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T09:00:59.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Last night was one of my final acts in real estate. Thank God! I suppose technically I shouldn't even have done the final inspection with these clients, however, occasionally the agent is not available and the home owner gices them access, so I guess it's okay. Sue me. 2 more days until the last closing I'll ever have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also still have to visit, (not out of obligation, but because these people are really nice,) the family that moved from Guelph to Amherstburg. Today I'm picking up a gift certificate for them, I already have a nice bottle of wine to give them, and hopefully I'll be able to make it out there on Thursday or Friday. I should be able to work into my schedule. Let me check, yep, I'm free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the Mexican Town girls are coming over for a little visit and I'm really looking forward to it. (Please know that they are not from Mexican Town, it's just that we go there a lot, and I don't know how else to categorize them, so MT girls will suffice.) There are some appetizers that I've been wanting to make, and I want to share some of the wine I've discovered lately. I'm sure there will be lots of laughs and some gossip. I have to vacuum the couch as it is covered in Halia hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has finally broke, although it has not rained, it is much cooler today with a high of only 80* and no humidity. Ah, relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MomG took the pooch yesterday to Point Pelee, and apparently on the way back from the point, (they walk on the road, less people and mosquitoes,) Halia flopped down and refused to take another step. She needed a little rest. This is good for her weight loss. Can you believe that my mother-in-law and her relations stood there and waited for Halia to get up?! Funny lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this not working thing! I'm getting a lot of little projects done around the house, and I just feel so much less stress. No group pages, no dreaded phone calls to clients, no disappointing people, no anxious vendors, no retarded purchasers. Instead I have time with my husband, friends and my mom, a clean house, a nice yard, and about 8 books to read. I know I will get bored, but I'm loving it! Billy is amazing to give me this experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-7107512791071893676?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/7107512791071893676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=7107512791071893676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/7107512791071893676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/7107512791071893676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/07/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-6157198694642247330</id><published>2007-07-09T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T15:23:46.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot</title><content type='html'>It's hot. Like mid nineties with a humidex of 100*F and something. Hot. Yesterday was hot and tomorrow is supposed to be hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it for the weather...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, Billy and I won our couple's match play game yesterday. I should say Billy won our couples match play game because I played like a complete donkey. I blew it on the last two holes and it literally came down to Billy sinking a knee-knocking 10 footer to win the match. Exciting indeed. I'm very proud of him, and I think he is probably looking into getting me lessons or finding a new partner for the next round... Donkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that life is great. I am having guilt about not working, especially on days like this when my husband is busting his ass in this heat. I do however, appreciate every little thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-6157198694642247330?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/6157198694642247330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=6157198694642247330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/6157198694642247330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/6157198694642247330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/07/hot.html' title='Hot'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-7205232334004449527</id><published>2007-07-08T07:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T07:41:19.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to begin</title><content type='html'>I guess I'll start with yesterday's wedding. It turned out really nice. The bride and groom seriously looked about 20 years younger than their actual age. Their kids' speeches were really funny and heartfelt... except one was a little confusing. All in all, it was a great night and lots of laughs. I will say, that for a summer wedding at a Knights of Columbus Hall, people were dressed pretty formally. There was no lack of cleavage! I wore a long skirt, flats, and a white wife beater. Luckily I had enough forethought to bring something a little dressier for the reception, (isn't that normal? Casual summer wedding, step up at the reception?) black heals, and a really nice black tank that was lined, but not hot, and it hung really well. (The Bay, $10, reg. $49,99, Boxing Day Sale, seriously, you have to check their formal section on BD. It's a steal!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good wedding a nice reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's talk about Friday night with TOL, the Keg and Festival Epicure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you've had a great night when you get home and you have to throw out the pants that you wore. Yes, my favorite white capris are now below a pile of coffee grinds. I'll review some things that I learned on Friday night, because what is life if not a constant opportunity for knowledge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 2 people can't eat at the Keg for under $120 (not including tip, TG for gift certificates). What a great dinner, very fun, worth every penny!&lt;br /&gt;- If you work out 2 hours a day, and have even 18 kids, you are going to have a killer bod.&lt;br /&gt;- When looking for an exit at an outdoor festival, working your way through bushes can not lead anywhere good.&lt;br /&gt;- When drinking wine at an outdoor festival, leave the full glass when not being drunk, on a table.&lt;br /&gt;- Chambourcin from Erie Shore is a Red wine that looks like a blush. It leaves a purply-pink stain on crisp, white capris.&lt;br /&gt;- Festival Epicure resembles the Essex Beer Tent, with wine, less wife beaters, fewer eleven-teen-year-olds, and a river nearby.&lt;br /&gt;- Hopping a fence is a) only something guys should do b) should not be attempted by anyone after 3 drinks.&lt;br /&gt;- When hopping a fence, push off with your feet, don't slide off the top. If you decide to slide off the top you may rip one or two giant tears in your pants, (or favorite white capris).&lt;br /&gt;- The casino is open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. There is really no rush to get there. Take the time to find a proper exit.&lt;br /&gt;- It's always a good idea to dress in layers in case someone rips huge holes in the ass of their favorite capri pants.&lt;br /&gt;- A great night out is worth way more than a pair of capris, even if they fit really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget that night. I thought TOL was going to break a bone laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-7205232334004449527?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/7205232334004449527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=7205232334004449527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/7205232334004449527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/7205232334004449527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/07/where-to-begin.html' title='Where to begin'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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-30920783.post-8675114904562934131</id><published>2007-07-06T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:30:11.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some good things</title><content type='html'>Summer is in full swing, and I'm loving it. Tonight I would normally be golfing in the couple's league at SC, but one of Billy's friends is in town for a wedding this week-end, so they decided to get a few guys together and play. So TOL and I are venturing downtown for dinner at the Keg. It's also &lt;a href="http://www.festivalepicure.com/index.shtml"&gt;Festival Epicure&lt;/a&gt;, so I'm sure we'll check it out. Fun, fun, fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084136240805203506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/Ro56-V7iTjI/AAAAAAAAARE/4CZ4CJKtxUY/s320/epicureposter07_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow friends of ours are getting married. It should be a smashing good time. These people know how to have fun, and it should be a fairly relaxed event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy just booked another week-end camping in Goderich in late August. This time we'll be meeting some friends there whom we have camped with a few other times. They have a kick ass trailer and make us steak dinner. Who can beat that? Oh, plus they're really nice...  I don't know what will be playing at the drive in (they often don't post it until a week before), but we'll be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also looking forward to Kiks' 4th annual golf and pool party. Another good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? Life is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-8675114904562934131?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/8675114904562934131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=8675114904562934131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/8675114904562934131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/8675114904562934131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/07/some-good-things.html' title='Some good things'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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://bp3.blogger.com/_nXlvHl-E3n0/Ro56-V7iTjI/AAAAAAAAARE/4CZ4CJKtxUY/s72-c/epicureposter07_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30920783.post-2188050504972898738</id><published>2007-07-04T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:30:37.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>About thinking</title><content type='html'>Instead of thinking today at the time I scheduled, I instead decided to take a nap. A much more valuable use of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't let people get into my head. I know who and what I am. Karma will take care of the rest. It should be a very interesting week-end though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30920783-2188050504972898738?l=jebajeba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/feeds/2188050504972898738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30920783&amp;postID=2188050504972898738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/2188050504972898738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30920783/posts/default/2188050504972898738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jebajeba.blogspot.com/2007/07/about-thinking.html' title='About thinking'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10240595206273158303</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></feed>
