<?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-5042290943652647917</id><updated>2011-10-06T10:37:35.346-07:00</updated><category term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>lifeinmynoggin</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042290943652647917/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>admin</name><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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042290943652647917.post-243973003130269942</id><published>2009-07-20T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T09:03:14.943-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Low Tech Time</title><content type='html'>I came to the conclusion that I simply am on a computer way too much.  At work, I cant get away from it. I test software so generally that involves using a computer.  When I come home however, there is simply no need to use one (except to update the old blog).  After playing wayyyy too many games on Facebook today, I decided that I was going to do one low tech, non computer related activity each evening after work.  Let see how long I last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I did do some painting, my daughter is officially too big for her little girl room, so we had to tween it out a bit.  Tween is such an odd word. Sounds like you are trying to squeeze something into something to small and you have to tween it in order to fit.  Slang is a great thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress... More low tech activies soon.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015054860313269984-6229050658624007056?l=lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042290943652647917-243973003130269942?l=lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com/feeds/243973003130269942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com/2009/07/low-tech-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042290943652647917/posts/default/243973003130269942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042290943652647917/posts/default/243973003130269942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com/2009/07/low-tech-time.html' title='Low Tech Time'/><author><name>admin</name><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-5042290943652647917.post-5275690822273702712</id><published>2009-05-10T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T09:03:14.928-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Howly Cat</title><content type='html'>Howly cat torments me every morning.  I thought having kids was what would get me up at the crack of dawn.  Not so.  The kids have met their match is a tuxedo kitty named Fitz or Puddle Cat as she is sometimes called (she lays down and flattens out into a puddle looking cat).  She finds joy in beginning the meowing at 5 am.  I try to get up early, but not that early.  She is also somewhat senile, so after I feed her, she starts meowing again if she facing the wrong way and no longer has the food in front of her.  That part is funny.  It would probably be funnier if it wasn't 5 am.  Maybe it if were 7 and I had my coffee, but no.  It has to be 5 on the dot.  I need to start getting used to waking early, but so far after 4 months, no dice, I hate the sound of a howling cat at dawn.  Good thing for her I love her to bits.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015054860313269984-2343328978610636510?l=lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042290943652647917-5275690822273702712?l=lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com/feeds/5275690822273702712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com/2009/05/howly-cat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042290943652647917/posts/default/5275690822273702712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042290943652647917/posts/default/5275690822273702712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com/2009/05/howly-cat.html' title='Howly Cat'/><author><name>admin</name><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-5042290943652647917.post-1208108856236685453</id><published>2009-05-08T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T09:03:14.918-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Humidity</title><content type='html'>So desert living has me spoiled.  I spent 5 days in Orlando on a business trip.  Considering it has been in the upper 90's in Phoenix, I figured 85 would be a delight.  Then I got off the plane and tried to breathe.  Ah humidity...it all came back.  Walked to dinner - HUGE mistake.  We picked the restaurant solely because we needed to get some air conditioning.  Luckily it was good. Feeling is like I need 3 showers in one day just to not feel completely disgusting is not for me.  Now dry heat is awful and when it is windy it feels like you are walking into a blow dryer, but humidity is the worst.  I never thought I would be happy to come back to 100 degree weather, but hot is definitely better than hot and disgusting.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015054860313269984-7498348838646768447?l=lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042290943652647917-1208108856236685453?l=lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com/feeds/1208108856236685453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com/2009/05/humidity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042290943652647917/posts/default/1208108856236685453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042290943652647917/posts/default/1208108856236685453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com/2009/05/humidity.html' title='Humidity'/><author><name>admin</name><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-5042290943652647917.post-8301487508077029478</id><published>2009-04-29T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T09:03:14.909-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Fun with Telemarketers</title><content type='html'>Yes, it has been a while, I know...but this was funny and I must share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, like everyone we get our fair share of calls from various organizations trying to sell us their snake oil.  My husband has a knack for saying just the right thing to get us removed from their call lists.  Sometimes he will tell this long winded sob story.  Other times it is unrepeatable.  He enjoys thinking of things to get them person on the phone to feel uncomfortable and want to hang up.  Then he gets a good chuckle and moves on to something else.  The other night, I think he had the best response to a telemarketer yet.  Here in our part of the Phoenix area we have two newspapers; The Arizona Republic and The Tribune.  The Arizona Republic is a huge monster of a daily paper with monthly delivery fees.  My husband hates this paper.  Apparently their sports section does not report on hockey close enough to the front page because our local team is terrible.  The East Valley Tribune is a much smaller paper, less stories, but decent enough reading.  They also recently turned to a 4 day a week paper that is delivered free due to budget.  I assume they make their money on ads.  Even though they are smaller, one of their reporters won a Pulitzer prize for a investigative story about our ridiculous county sheriff (who is an ass, but that is just my opinion, but he completely is one).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So getting back to the telemarketing...the phone rang the other night and my husband answers.  There is silence for a minute and then I hear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..until you can give me a free paper and a Pulitzer...I am simply not interested...hello?...hello?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Arizona Republic was not amused.  I was cackling.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015054860313269984-1610267293968171966?l=lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042290943652647917-8301487508077029478?l=lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com/feeds/8301487508077029478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com/2009/04/fun-with-telemarketers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042290943652647917/posts/default/8301487508077029478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042290943652647917/posts/default/8301487508077029478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com/2009/04/fun-with-telemarketers.html' title='Fun with Telemarketers'/><author><name>admin</name><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-5042290943652647917.post-4740500147418576987</id><published>2008-06-25T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T09:03:14.900-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Awesome Cubicle Cartoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OB-VjX7uvg/SGL86VOkbxI/AAAAAAAABYY/RwU0hPY0NUY/s1600-h/dilbert.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0px auto 10px;display:block;text-align:center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OB-VjX7uvg/SGL86VOkbxI/AAAAAAAABYY/RwU0hPY0NUY/s400/dilbert.JPG" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I feel like saying this at least once a day to someone at my office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015054860313269984-768842031691653258?l=lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042290943652647917-4740500147418576987?l=lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com/feeds/4740500147418576987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com/2008/06/awesome-cubicle-cartoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042290943652647917/posts/default/4740500147418576987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042290943652647917/posts/default/4740500147418576987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com/2008/06/awesome-cubicle-cartoon.html' title='Awesome Cubicle Cartoon'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8OB-VjX7uvg/SGL86VOkbxI/AAAAAAAABYY/RwU0hPY0NUY/s72-c/dilbert.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042290943652647917.post-2511327525945490242</id><published>2008-05-10T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T09:03:14.888-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Feast One Hundred &amp; Ninety</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Appetizer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic"&gt;When someone smiles at you, do you smile back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic"&gt;Describe the flooring in your home.  Do you have carpet, hardwood, vinyl, a mix?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tile on most, concrete where I decided I hated the carpet in my bedroom and carpeting that will soon be leaving my house in the rest of the bedrooms!!  Can you tell I am anti-carpet!&lt;span style="font-style:italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic"&gt;Write a sentence with only 5 words, but all of the words have to start with the first letter of your first name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy's cat circled cautious crows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Main Course&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic"&gt;Do you know anyone whose life has been touched by adoption?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who is in the process of trying to adopt a baby.  I never knew how much the agency's require before they even begin to match you with a birth mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dessert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic"&gt;Name 2 blue things&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My children's eyes.  I guess that is 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015054860313269984-8451018220228771542?l=lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042290943652647917-2511327525945490242?l=lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com/feeds/2511327525945490242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com/2008/05/feast-one-hundred-ninety.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042290943652647917/posts/default/2511327525945490242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042290943652647917/posts/default/2511327525945490242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com/2008/05/feast-one-hundred-ninety.html' title='Feast One Hundred &amp;amp; Ninety'/><author><name>admin</name><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-5042290943652647917.post-4114583891177963418</id><published>2008-05-05T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T09:03:14.876-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>I got tagged...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%"&gt;1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of the post, the player then tags 5 or more people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they've been tagged and asking them to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;4. Let the person who tagged you know when you've posted your answers.&lt;br /&gt;5.  You don't have to randomly italic or bold answers, as Blogger has done for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;1. What was I doing 10 years ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was living here, working at a crappy document company and I had just moved into my first house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;2. What are 5 Things on my To-Do List for today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take a training class at work&lt;br /&gt;2. Play with the kids&lt;br /&gt;3. Go for a walk (yes, I did it!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Make flowers for Teacher Appreciation Day&lt;br /&gt;5. Relax (still working on this one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;3. Snacks I Enjoy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love chips.  I think I could eat any variety of Poor Brother's Chips.  They are the very best ones.&lt;br /&gt;I also enjoy eating fruit (I know - nerd), but I can eat fruit all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;4. Things I would do if I were a Billionaire:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pay off everything.&lt;br /&gt;2. Pay off quite a few friends mortgages.&lt;br /&gt;3. Dump tons of money on my family to allow them to do what they will.&lt;br /&gt;4.  New Dream Home&lt;br /&gt;5.  Vacations&lt;br /&gt;6. College for Kids, plus trust funds.&lt;br /&gt;7. Set up a philanthropic organization to help non profits, medical research, animal rescues and to provide grants for businesses and the arts.&lt;br /&gt;8. Probably a ton of things that I havent thought of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;5. Three Of My Bad Habits&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1.  I am neurotic about leaving the house on time for plans (other than work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;I interrupt people too much.&lt;br /&gt;3. Checking email too often.&lt;span style="font-style:italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;6. 5 Places I have Lived:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Wappingers Falls, New York&lt;br /&gt;2. Plattsburgh, New York for college&lt;br /&gt;3. Mesa, Arizona currently&lt;br /&gt;4. Denver, CO.&lt;br /&gt;5. I spent a summer in Michigan and Illinois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;7. Jobs I Have Had:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A shoe salesperson for Thom McAn (with Linda).&lt;br /&gt;2. Managed a cool toy store called Learningsmith&lt;br /&gt;3. Web Designer&lt;br /&gt;4. Guidance Counselor's office assistant&lt;br /&gt;5. QA Manager for software company (currently)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;8. 5 People I Want To Know More About:I Am Tagging:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Apparently, I dont know enough people with blogs, so I am going to have to pick the 2 that I have:&lt;br /&gt;Diana&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Kathie&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015054860313269984-5311472609894274203?l=lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042290943652647917-4114583891177963418?l=lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com/feeds/4114583891177963418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-got-tagged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042290943652647917/posts/default/4114583891177963418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042290943652647917/posts/default/4114583891177963418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-got-tagged.html' title='I got tagged...'/><author><name>admin</name><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-5042290943652647917.post-417191404552463424</id><published>2008-03-29T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T09:03:14.868-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Feast One Hundred &amp; Eighty Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;Appetizer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic"&gt;What does the color dark green make you think of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The forest in the Adirondack Mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;How many cousins do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic"&gt;On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being highest, how honest are you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 - there is still the Santa and Easter Bunny to contend with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Main Course&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic"&gt;Name something that is truly free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children's love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dessert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic"&gt;Using the letters in the word SPRING, write a sentence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son does not simply get up off of the sofa, he springs off into the air.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015054860313269984-4400144643251451251?l=lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042290943652647917-417191404552463424?l=lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com/feeds/417191404552463424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com/2008/03/feast-one-hundred-eighty-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042290943652647917/posts/default/417191404552463424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042290943652647917/posts/default/417191404552463424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com/2008/03/feast-one-hundred-eighty-five.html' title='Feast One Hundred &amp;amp; Eighty Five'/><author><name>admin</name><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-5042290943652647917.post-1696146500342974568</id><published>2008-03-27T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T09:03:14.859-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Easier Said Than Done</title><content type='html'>After a very long period of not having the time to relax (or it certainly seemed it), I have an abundance of time.  In fact, I am being told to sit and relax on a daily basis.  This should be easy, lay on the couch, rest or better yet, read a book with chapters!  I can't do it.  I try.  I lay down to "relax" and wind up picking up a paper to make a list of things to do or wind up just getting back up again after 5 minutes to find something that needs attending to.  Have I been wound so tightly that relaxing has slipped my mind?  Have I really had so much to do that I have truly forgotten how?  So far, it seems like I have.  I think I should probably grab my best friend and head over to the spa for a pedicure.  Maybe that will cure me.  In the mean time, I should probably get away from the computer and tie myself to the sofa.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015054860313269984-6366327076174119640?l=lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042290943652647917-1696146500342974568?l=lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com/feeds/1696146500342974568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com/2008/03/easier-said-than-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042290943652647917/posts/default/1696146500342974568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042290943652647917/posts/default/1696146500342974568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com/2008/03/easier-said-than-done.html' title='Easier Said Than Done'/><author><name>admin</name><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-5042290943652647917.post-3994298421332416578</id><published>2008-03-06T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T09:03:14.850-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Bad Blogger</title><content type='html'>I am a terrible blogger lately, I know it.  I plan on being on the computer alot less, so I guess don't count on anything for a while.  Until the plate empties and I can wrap my head around something that inspires me to write, I beg forgiveness to the 2 or 3 people who do read this.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015054860313269984-7298030653470227037?l=lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042290943652647917-3994298421332416578?l=lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com/feeds/3994298421332416578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com/2008/03/bad-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042290943652647917/posts/default/3994298421332416578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042290943652647917/posts/default/3994298421332416578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinmynoggin.blogspot.com/2008/03/bad-blogger.html' title='Bad Blogger'/><author><name>admin</name><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>
