<?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-5189108843610024983</id><updated>2012-02-12T00:07:48.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Love of Eeyore!</title><subtitle type='html'>Just stuff about me, and the people I come into contact with, no matter how distantly.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-388634588365344850</id><published>2012-02-11T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T00:28:01.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that have been keeping me away from here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I74Ycrc6i7Y/TzX4lQu2afI/AAAAAAAAAe4/coM__IYWd7s/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I74Ycrc6i7Y/TzX4lQu2afI/AAAAAAAAAe4/coM__IYWd7s/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I74Ycrc6i7Y/TzX4lQu2afI/AAAAAAAAAe4/coM__IYWd7s/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I74Ycrc6i7Y/TzX4lQu2afI/AAAAAAAAAe4/coM__IYWd7s/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I74Ycrc6i7Y/TzX4lQu2afI/AAAAAAAAAe4/coM__IYWd7s/s200/007.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I74Ycrc6i7Y/TzX4lQu2afI/AAAAAAAAAe4/coM__IYWd7s/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isn't it awful, the things we manage to lose ourselves in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Someone posted a picture that said, "But, I can't clean, I keep getting lost in all the cool stuff I find!" &amp;nbsp;And that is so me. &amp;nbsp;I started cleaning, and got lost in craft ideas, and deciding what should go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated how all the reusable bags handles are wrong, so with some leftover yarn, I made this! Complete with the little loop in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LWWCO0F3-60/TzX5L8B50bI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/xeeWzltCBfM/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LWWCO0F3-60/TzX5L8B50bI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/xeeWzltCBfM/s200/017.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I had known how easy ripples were, I'd have started years ago! &amp;nbsp;This is the beginning of a baby blanket for a friend having a little girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ogL_PI48imI/TzX4x_ALtEI/AAAAAAAAAfA/1cSNjmn0BXE/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="129" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ogL_PI48imI/TzX4x_ALtEI/AAAAAAAAAfA/1cSNjmn0BXE/s200/006.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;And my secret passion.... Yes, it's Colecovision, yes it still works. (: &amp;nbsp;And yes, I still rock at Carnival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VkGg30z7QVw/TzX4_9KdDWI/AAAAAAAAAfI/U5mFGW0zmn0/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VkGg30z7QVw/TzX4_9KdDWI/AAAAAAAAAfI/U5mFGW0zmn0/s200/007.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And my true shame... In my defense, I just set this up to help other friends get the goodies they need, but apparently *that* is how you get sucked in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://company.zynga.com/node/4641"&gt;http://company.zynga.com/node/4641&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, how have you been wasting *your* time? (: &amp;nbsp;As usual,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-388634588365344850?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/388634588365344850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2012/02/things-that-have-been-keeping-me-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/388634588365344850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/388634588365344850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2012/02/things-that-have-been-keeping-me-away.html' title='Things that have been keeping me away from here'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I74Ycrc6i7Y/TzX4lQu2afI/AAAAAAAAAe4/coM__IYWd7s/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-8235482937354616124</id><published>2012-01-24T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T09:29:19.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No focus</title><content type='html'>I have absolutely no focus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I did it again- thinking I'd pick an unfinished, but already started project, finish it, and move on to the next. &amp;nbsp;NOPE! &amp;nbsp;I started to work on a sweater I started 2 years ago, and was all proud to have gotten 6" done, when I realized&lt;br /&gt;A) &amp;nbsp;I had a messed up row about halfway down, and&lt;br /&gt;B) &amp;nbsp;I just messed up the pattern stitch, and have NO idea how to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;RRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPP out the whole damn thing to try again some other day. &lt;br /&gt;I had started a lace table runner.... I'm gonna need to rip that out because I don't think I marked the rows I was finished with...&lt;br /&gt;And a pillow cover from a stitch I wanted to try that I'm now thinking I chose TOTALLY the wrong yarn for, because you can't see the pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up on every one of them. 3 weeks, three projects, and now I'm just making granny squares for the lap afghan I had planned. &amp;nbsp;Wish me luck that I don't give up on that too! &amp;nbsp;I'm kinda proud of it since it took me over 20 years to wrap my head around how to make &amp;nbsp;granny square. The thing most crocheters learn first, I just *couldn't* get. &amp;nbsp;But I counted everything out, came up with a plan-a-gram, and now all that's left is to finish the border squares, and hook it all together. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6PSszWMYqfQ/Tx6-aAZKetI/AAAAAAAAAeg/dBgq3WlakuY/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="175" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6PSszWMYqfQ/Tx6-aAZKetI/AAAAAAAAAeg/dBgq3WlakuY/s200/003.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-auopJ4UfRdY/Tx6-irQJmSI/AAAAAAAAAeo/a8zBuYzL7Xo/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="130" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-auopJ4UfRdY/Tx6-irQJmSI/AAAAAAAAAeo/a8zBuYzL7Xo/s200/008.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5i3voIvBwdA/Tx6-ptZ28GI/AAAAAAAAAew/2OAh35c_4zI/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5i3voIvBwdA/Tx6-ptZ28GI/AAAAAAAAAew/2OAh35c_4zI/s320/013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love that stormy sky! &amp;nbsp;That first pic is my new passion.... coasters! &amp;nbsp;Because I'm hoping to start selling things, and those are useful, pretty, and easy to make. &amp;nbsp;Whatcha think? &amp;nbsp;I'm also planning on making some more bathroom tissue covers, and later on, hat and scarf sets. &amp;nbsp;Not a lot of people make sets, you can get one or the other, but they don't always match.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That, is Myste. &amp;nbsp;Remember the the tiny kitten? She's now a whale! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, sorry for the lag... And as usual,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-8235482937354616124?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/8235482937354616124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-focus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/8235482937354616124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/8235482937354616124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-focus.html' title='No focus'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6PSszWMYqfQ/Tx6-aAZKetI/AAAAAAAAAeg/dBgq3WlakuY/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-2793480151414911545</id><published>2012-01-07T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T00:19:26.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2012!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W5kblFqT9So/TwfMfoag7hI/AAAAAAAAAeU/KmBp2ymhhNg/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W5kblFqT9So/TwfMfoag7hI/AAAAAAAAAeU/KmBp2ymhhNg/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She's at it again....The mixer? Really? &amp;nbsp;I guess she figures since her brains are already scrambled, she's in no danger. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And some more notes from the bizarre world of retail...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;People are crazy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;...A bag of some ridiculously expensive apples, 5lbs bag (that's average, usually it weighs more, not much, but...) for 7.99, about 10 apples. &amp;nbsp;Customer didn't want to pay *that* much for apples! So she went back and bought 5 of the same type of apple, and paid 4.69 per lb.... So she paid .69 cents or more per lb *over* what she would have paid for the bag! &amp;nbsp;Duh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W5kblFqT9So/TwfMfoag7hI/AAAAAAAAAeU/KmBp2ymhhNg/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...In October. &amp;nbsp;A girl wearing jogging pants, (not sweat pants) knee high black rubber boots, a warm up jacket, and it looks like she got her makeup tips from her great grandmother. &amp;nbsp;BIG blue eye shadow, spider leg lashes, bright pink lipstick, and pink circles of blush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...Impossible customers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some little biddy is on the u-scan, not listening or following instructions, rolling her eyes at the machine, and getting nasty at me. &amp;nbsp;Then she asks me about garbage tags. &amp;nbsp;Around here, you need to buy tags to put on your garbage bags for the company to come pick them up. She wanted to know if I could get the service desk to send me some so she could add it to her order. &amp;nbsp;I told her I didn't think so, but I'd ask. &amp;nbsp;She finishes, and I told her that sorry, no, they cannot leave the desk, she *had* to buy them there. "But I asked you!" Well, yes, and I told you I'd ask, but they told me it can't be done. I never said that it could. &amp;nbsp;"*Looks at long line* I asked you to add it to my order, I can't stand on that long line, my husband is in the car and he has Parkinsons Disease!" &amp;nbsp; Seriously lady? &amp;nbsp;Unless your husband is the one waiting in line, I don't see what that has to do with anything. &amp;nbsp;You left him in the car long enough to shop for 50.00 worth of groceries from one end of the store to the other, and then to stand around yelling at me. &amp;nbsp;I don't see what a little longer is going to change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an interesting New Year. &amp;nbsp;We watched most of the Harry Potter movies all day long, until the last hour when we watched the Big bang Theory, both boys made it to Midnight, and not 10 minutes more. (:&lt;br /&gt;What did you do to ring in 2012? &amp;nbsp;The beginning of the end! &amp;nbsp;At least, it is if you think that the Mayans should have kept going forever. (: &amp;nbsp;As usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-2793480151414911545?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/2793480151414911545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/2793480151414911545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/2793480151414911545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html' title='2012!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W5kblFqT9So/TwfMfoag7hI/AAAAAAAAAeU/KmBp2ymhhNg/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-3749505188038735549</id><published>2011-12-28T00:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T00:09:20.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome!</title><content type='html'>Because I am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A-lTcdZup6k/Tvqf7jvcpoI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/535DrZegCd4/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A-lTcdZup6k/Tvqf7jvcpoI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/535DrZegCd4/s200/014.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--GEEDEksnpw/TvqgDedjxZI/AAAAAAAAAdY/otdT62NXJ_M/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="105" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--GEEDEksnpw/TvqgDedjxZI/AAAAAAAAAdY/otdT62NXJ_M/s200/018.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can't really tell, but it's an apron made from the boys old jeans for their Titi, with an aqua, and pink dragonfly sparkly on it. &amp;nbsp; And one of the slipper socks for #1 son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBuc-BV_0ls/TvqigqMDlVI/AAAAAAAAAeE/7Aj5m7Ez8FU/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBuc-BV_0ls/TvqigqMDlVI/AAAAAAAAAeE/7Aj5m7Ez8FU/s200/001.JPG" width="158" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;My pride and joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zwMLaMOVE2I/TvqgM7vRYhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/YgtFwAvaCF0/s1600/051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zwMLaMOVE2I/TvqgM7vRYhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/YgtFwAvaCF0/s200/051.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hat and scarf from the *yummiest* yarn for mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VfikipaBo0c/TvqgWpHHmwI/AAAAAAAAAdo/b3g-xpYoRgM/s1600/059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VfikipaBo0c/TvqgWpHHmwI/AAAAAAAAAdo/b3g-xpYoRgM/s200/059.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Skipper for my penguin boy................................................&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sLKFg66-Fl8/Tvqgge6PhNI/AAAAAAAAAdw/LGv0RsuXqOI/s1600/061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sLKFg66-Fl8/Tvqgge6PhNI/AAAAAAAAAdw/LGv0RsuXqOI/s200/061.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;A pink Domo-Kun for the pink boy. (: Yes, that's knitted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mMI7HQSsD5s/TvqgosS5UUI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qHUN4FKMxfQ/s1600/072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mMI7HQSsD5s/TvqgosS5UUI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qHUN4FKMxfQ/s200/072.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Although you can't see it, the ends of the scarf have the same edging as the brim of the hat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, how were *your* Holidaze?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As Usual,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-3749505188038735549?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/3749505188038735549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/12/awesome.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/3749505188038735549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/3749505188038735549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/12/awesome.html' title='Awesome!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A-lTcdZup6k/Tvqf7jvcpoI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/535DrZegCd4/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-4676873931980787459</id><published>2011-12-15T01:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T01:13:05.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More reasons to shake my head</title><content type='html'>I am *so* going to get out of retail, if it means throwing myself in front of a bus. &amp;nbsp;I have 2 sites that I used to love to read, written by retail workers, for retail workers, about all the&amp;nbsp;craziness&amp;nbsp;that happens in the retail world. &amp;nbsp;I used to laugh, I used to sit with my jaw on the floor in amazement. &amp;nbsp;Now I want to cry. &amp;nbsp;It just never occurred to me I guess, just how far down the evolutionary scale we've slid. &amp;nbsp;Most of my stories make you want to shake you're head, but I do have some few that just make you wonder where the world will be in the not so distant future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 *very* quick stories...&lt;br /&gt;I've explained the u-scan before. &amp;nbsp;The items have a weight that is entered into the computer with their bar code and price. &amp;nbsp;The scanner is a scale, the bag area is a scale, and all the #'s better match, or you have to wait for the attendant to see why they don't.&lt;br /&gt;A woman comes up with an armful of things, she starts scanning, and then her small child starts leaning on the bag scale. When she *finally* looks up to me, I explain the whole scale thing, and she says, "Oh, that's a scale?! So sorry!" and pulls her kid off the scale,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;(no I'm not kidding here)&amp;nbsp;when she stood back up from that, she frikken put her purse on it! &amp;nbsp;And had the nerve to *ask me why it wouldn't work!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy places his few items through the process, then puts his bag on the floor. &amp;nbsp;The weight needs to stay the same on the scale, I told him so, and he said... "I guess the camera didn't catch the fact that I put the stuff in a bag." &amp;nbsp;"Scale", "camera" ... um?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the people that just plain make no sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my little old Russian guy. &amp;nbsp;Speaks about 5 words of English. &amp;nbsp;He comes in and spends a fortune on scratch offs, and he's *SO SLOW*! &amp;nbsp;it takes him, literally, 20 minutes to put his money in the machine, choose his 5 or so tickets, and scratch them off. &amp;nbsp;But he has no idea if he wins. He doesn't read enough English to know if he did. So he brings his entire pile for us to scan into the lottery machine, because he doesn't believe us if we just throw the ticket away. &amp;nbsp;What is the point of scratching them off? &amp;nbsp;If you don't know if it's a winner or not, just buy the ticket and have us scan it for you. (not that I enjoy that either!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The store I worked for does a gas promotion. &amp;nbsp;Every $1 you spend on grocery items is a point, every 100 points is .10 off each gallon of gas, and each promotion lasts 8 weeks... &amp;nbsp;6 weeks to earn points, 2 weeks to use them up, and then it all zeros out and starts over. To make it easier, it's just like every other sale, it always starts on Sunday and ends on Saturday, and your points, and the dates of the promotion are on all your&amp;nbsp;receipts, plus the dates of the promotion are on every door, register, circular, and gas pump.&lt;br /&gt;If I had a nickle for every time I heard, "What a rip-off!" &amp;nbsp;"How was I supposed to know when it ended" and "Why does it have to be so difficult to understand?!" &amp;nbsp;I'd be a really, really, wealthy woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm burnt out. &amp;nbsp;I never wanna be on the other side of another register for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-4676873931980787459?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/4676873931980787459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/12/more-reasons-to-shake-my-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/4676873931980787459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/4676873931980787459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/12/more-reasons-to-shake-my-head.html' title='More reasons to shake my head'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-46815025201136558</id><published>2011-12-09T09:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T09:32:08.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finis!</title><content type='html'>Wooooohooooooo! All main gifts are finished! &amp;nbsp;Almost all cards are delivered. &amp;nbsp;Now just for fun, (and making myself nuts) I'm going to attempt secondary gifts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it seems the Department of Labor has caught up with me, and I am to bring myself, and a copy of my resume to a meeting. &amp;nbsp;With one small problem. &amp;nbsp;I've had 3 jobs in the past 17 years. *sigh*. &amp;nbsp;I don't *have* a resume! &amp;nbsp;No one wants to see that. &amp;nbsp;I always dread the "last 3-5 jobs you've had" portion, and in interviews, the "Where do you see yourself in 5-10 years" part. &amp;nbsp;I don't plan that far ahead. I'm not that kind of person. &amp;nbsp;I've never had much in the way of ambition, I just want to live my life. &amp;nbsp;I just do my job. &amp;nbsp;If things progress from there, YAY! &amp;nbsp;If not, fine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with 15 days left to craft, here's hoping I can finish what I want to, and look forward to pics of the finished projects!&lt;br /&gt;Silly kitty time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iWfujXs3IcI/TuIbycPEgJI/AAAAAAAAAdE/QS89s2jX_yk/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iWfujXs3IcI/TuIbycPEgJI/AAAAAAAAAdE/QS89s2jX_yk/s320/011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;As usual folks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-46815025201136558?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/46815025201136558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/12/finis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/46815025201136558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/46815025201136558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/12/finis.html' title='Finis!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iWfujXs3IcI/TuIbycPEgJI/AAAAAAAAAdE/QS89s2jX_yk/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-4347803572170080897</id><published>2011-11-30T11:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T20:10:16.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>I don't like to complain much in public, it isn't really my way. Usually I can just suck it up, and deal, and show the world, if not "shining smile" then at least not "tear soaked mess".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never really a fan of the mainstream holidays after Halloween. &amp;nbsp;At least, not once I got old enough to get over the whole "OOHH!! Shiny presents!" portion of my childhood. &amp;nbsp;I feel we expect too much of ourselves, and those we invite into our lives around this time.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This has been a particularly bad season for me. &amp;nbsp;In the course of this month, I was unjustly fired, accused of theft, did not receive all the pay due to me from that unjust firing, my unemployment benefits seem to be in limbo with no human to speak to about it, my car is in the shop looking at, on the cheap side, 5-7 hundred dollars worth of work, I have little money in the bank, and now, to top it off, my sister has told me "You're a BITCH! &amp;nbsp;I hate you right now"&amp;nbsp;all because she said "I have lost everything I cherish in the last 3 weeks" and I was hurt by it. &amp;nbsp;Yes, I know it sucks to break up with a guy. &amp;nbsp;I know it sucks to be broke. &amp;nbsp;But as long as I have my family- my kids, my parents, my sister, and, distantly, my friends, a roof over my head, a bed to sleep in, and all that implies, I have not lost *anything* I cherish. &amp;nbsp;And to imply that because she and her boyfriend broke up is so much worse than what anyone else has to deal with, implying that this part of her family is not cherished, is hurtful to me, insulting to us, and quite frankly childish. &amp;nbsp;And for telling her that I was offended that the people she knew less than 5 years were more cherished than the people that have been here for her her whole life, she called me a bitch, told me she hated me, and when I blasted her for that, (and admittedly, told her the truth which normally I would have kept to myself to spare her feelings) she unfriended me from fb, and I haven't heard from her since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/BpIUr7WjjRs"&gt;http://youtu.be/BpIUr7WjjRs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So great, I shouldn't have lost my temper, I know that. &amp;nbsp;Maybe I'm here seeking validation that what I'm dealing with now constitutes enough stress that I was temporarily insane. &amp;nbsp;I must've been because in 35 years, I have never told her the truth about how I feel. &amp;nbsp;That she is a one upper, that if I hurt, she glosses over it and tells me how *awful* everything has been for her. &amp;nbsp;That she's acting like a child, &amp;nbsp;that (and this is the unadorned truth) if I put her fb statuses next to the ones from a 15 year old I know, I can't tell whose are whose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the term "temporary insanity" was coined for just this situation. &amp;nbsp;Or maybe, just maybe, I was finally sticking up for myself in our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I promise. Done with the drama now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-4347803572170080897?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/4347803572170080897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/11/pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/4347803572170080897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/4347803572170080897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/11/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-809493897623069417</id><published>2011-11-27T09:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T09:26:28.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still at it.</title><content type='html'>How was everyones Thanksgiving? &amp;nbsp;We had a quiet day here. &amp;nbsp;Just the same 4 diners as every other day, and my sis stopped by after for dessert. (: &amp;nbsp; I must say, if you're going to step away from the norm, and try new things, then doing it while you have no company is definitely the time to do it! &amp;nbsp; We had the nastiest sauce for the broccoli, and the sauce for the potatoes&amp;nbsp;disappeared&amp;nbsp;into them leaving no trace of flavor behind. &amp;nbsp;Next year it's back to plain veggies and mashed with gravy!&lt;br /&gt;Also, if &amp;nbsp;you like broccoli, try this if you can find it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Romanesco_broccoli"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Romanesco_broccoli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Christmas tree! LOL! &amp;nbsp;And it *does* taste exactly like broccoli, I wouldn't lie! &amp;nbsp;Now it's the boys second favorite veggie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many ideas to make, and no time to make them! &amp;nbsp;Now is the time of year I make those orange air fresheners, you know the ones, with an orange, cloves, and ribbons and bows? (: &amp;nbsp;We had one hanging in our coat closet for *years*, before it finally lost its scent.&lt;br /&gt;All holiday gifts have been started, and all but 2 are "done", in total 4 still need to be "finished". &amp;nbsp;Done meaning made, finished meaning all the finishing touches are added.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ddasha has been behaving extremely odd lately, I mean, even more odd than is her normal odd... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XrJmEo7WZlA/TtJHJHdcjXI/AAAAAAAAAck/LTX305G6SrY/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XrJmEo7WZlA/TtJHJHdcjXI/AAAAAAAAAck/LTX305G6SrY/s200/001.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w_xXIHS0yLY/TtJHTFPvcUI/AAAAAAAAAcs/P3Z4EP17ZhA/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w_xXIHS0yLY/TtJHTFPvcUI/AAAAAAAAAcs/P3Z4EP17ZhA/s200/004.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-30UtFLaQe0w/TtJHbvmTsUI/AAAAAAAAAc0/aceL-IThtJ8/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-30UtFLaQe0w/TtJHbvmTsUI/AAAAAAAAAc0/aceL-IThtJ8/s200/006.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRPhvgiJ7z8/TtJHlCed5LI/AAAAAAAAAc8/ftRkJT-VFMU/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="171" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRPhvgiJ7z8/TtJHlCed5LI/AAAAAAAAAc8/ftRkJT-VFMU/s200/007.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The little fruitcake. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, that's it for now... 27 crafting days till the big one! &amp;nbsp;And as usual,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-809493897623069417?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/809493897623069417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/11/still-at-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/809493897623069417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/809493897623069417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/11/still-at-it.html' title='Still at it.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XrJmEo7WZlA/TtJHJHdcjXI/AAAAAAAAAck/LTX305G6SrY/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-6794678921634214395</id><published>2011-11-20T08:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T08:38:09.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what I found?</title><content type='html'>I just found a bunch of the scraps of paper I wrote out about life in the world of retail. &amp;nbsp;(: &amp;nbsp;I'm in the process of sorting them, categories being, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;A) Stupid actions,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Stupid comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C) What not to wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Kid came in for cigarettes, fairly regular, but I couldn't remember if he normally bought them so I ID'd him. &amp;nbsp;"Oh, uh, it's in my glove box..." &amp;nbsp;Got in the car and closed the door, so I knew he was gonna take off... He punched the gas, and scraped the entire side of his truck along the bumpers for the pumps. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) &amp;nbsp;Woman came in looking for a certain cigar. &amp;nbsp;I was confused because of the way she asked, but eventually I got the product, *showed it to her*, and she agreed that was what she wanted. &amp;nbsp;Paid, left, came back 10 minutes later and said it wasn't the right one. &amp;nbsp;We cannot take any tobacco, or alcohol product back once it has left the store. No exceptions. &amp;nbsp;"Well, I'm just saying, if a person can't take it back, you should be sure it's the right product!" &amp;nbsp;Lady, I showed it to *YOU* the person that *should have* known what it was they were buying before they left the store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C) &amp;nbsp;Watched a man leaving the store, in October mind you, wearing, very dingy white socks in black sandals, I never got to his shirt though, because I was too lost staring at his leopard print cargo pants. &amp;nbsp;WTF?!?!?! &amp;nbsp;I think my brain was just having too much difficulty processing 'leopard print' 'mens' and 'cargo' all in one grouping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned! And as usual,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-6794678921634214395?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/6794678921634214395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/11/guess-what-i-found.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/6794678921634214395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/6794678921634214395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/11/guess-what-i-found.html' title='Guess what I found?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-7407927467440320841</id><published>2011-11-12T09:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T09:22:47.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, just, wow.</title><content type='html'>Long story short, I am now unemployed.... Surprisingly, after the initial shock, and anger, I'm good with this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated being at the mercy of whoever wanted me to work wherever! Whereas I have a tendency to find a job and drop roots, when I'm cut down, I'll happily look for a new situation. &amp;nbsp;I'm thinking HHA, or even civil service. &amp;nbsp;I have to admit, I'm a lot faster on a keyboard than I was 20 years ago when I took my last civil service test. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do so love being home! &amp;nbsp;Everyone asks, "Aren't you bored?" &amp;nbsp;No! &amp;nbsp;Never! &amp;nbsp;There is always something to do. &amp;nbsp;Since I've been unemployed I got to clean a room (that always ends up last on the cleaning list) from top to bottom *just* the way I like it done. &amp;nbsp;I've completed what would have normally taken me over a week, while working, of &amp;nbsp;crocheting on holiday gifts. I've gotten to make dinners, bake, clean, craft.... I'm just THRILLED! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4Fnmv1dYeE/Tr6AgmbN0nI/AAAAAAAAAbg/MM7FN9NYpUI/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4Fnmv1dYeE/Tr6AgmbN0nI/AAAAAAAAAbg/MM7FN9NYpUI/s200/001.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tune in for more cutie kitties, and rants from an unemployed lunatic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2AfUNEJUg5c/TrCxCqe_CSI/AAAAAAAAAaw/aQUR6uJvABg/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2AfUNEJUg5c/TrCxCqe_CSI/AAAAAAAAAaw/aQUR6uJvABg/s200/005.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2AfUNEJUg5c/TrCxCqe_CSI/AAAAAAAAAaw/aQUR6uJvABg/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2AfUNEJUg5c/TrCxCqe_CSI/AAAAAAAAAaw/aQUR6uJvABg/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-7407927467440320841?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/7407927467440320841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/11/wow-just-wow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/7407927467440320841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/7407927467440320841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/11/wow-just-wow.html' title='Wow, just, wow.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4Fnmv1dYeE/Tr6AgmbN0nI/AAAAAAAAAbg/MM7FN9NYpUI/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-6676729271156406561</id><published>2011-11-01T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T23:00:17.438-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, busy!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I was doing *so* well, really! I thought I was ahead of the game. &amp;nbsp;Then came the roses.... &amp;nbsp;Well those are gonna eat up some serious time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CrSBK-ylUW8/TrCvU7G0ByI/AAAAAAAAAaY/c44eLtjC0_0/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="159" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CrSBK-ylUW8/TrCvU7G0ByI/AAAAAAAAAaY/c44eLtjC0_0/s200/006.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_fDpXnc6Z9s/TrCvQxpooRI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/v5qlip_8zGg/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_fDpXnc6Z9s/TrCvQxpooRI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/v5qlip_8zGg/s200/003.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check out the date on these pics of snow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AV4h6dl_xKs/TrCvF56RvPI/AAAAAAAAAaI/AIG4O1sJIGw/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AV4h6dl_xKs/TrCvF56RvPI/AAAAAAAAAaI/AIG4O1sJIGw/s200/002.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really?!?! &amp;nbsp;I don't know if we're in for a hard winter, or just a long one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EdwfIHNHaEE/TrCw5LPCRRI/AAAAAAAAAao/BEhFA5kOo7E/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="130" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EdwfIHNHaEE/TrCw5LPCRRI/AAAAAAAAAao/BEhFA5kOo7E/s200/003.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Some* of what I've finished so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YGx2xouEb30/TrCwtTkXZzI/AAAAAAAAAag/MbEvZ5KF6EE/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YGx2xouEb30/TrCwtTkXZzI/AAAAAAAAAag/MbEvZ5KF6EE/s200/002.JPG" width="200" /&gt;What &amp;nbsp;a weirdo!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2AfUNEJUg5c/TrCxCqe_CSI/AAAAAAAAAaw/aQUR6uJvABg/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2AfUNEJUg5c/TrCxCqe_CSI/AAAAAAAAAaw/aQUR6uJvABg/s200/005.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yECLO2cGZu8/TrCxMtdOjNI/AAAAAAAAAa4/UiiGOyZf5II/s1600/SANY2955.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="113" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yECLO2cGZu8/TrCxMtdOjNI/AAAAAAAAAa4/UiiGOyZf5II/s200/SANY2955.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;D'awwww!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just to make up for being a slacker. (: &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have fun! And as usual,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-6676729271156406561?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/6676729271156406561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/11/busy-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/6676729271156406561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/6676729271156406561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/11/busy-busy.html' title='Busy, busy!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CrSBK-ylUW8/TrCvU7G0ByI/AAAAAAAAAaY/c44eLtjC0_0/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-5385832438574368653</id><published>2011-10-21T01:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T01:19:02.398-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Toast.</title><content type='html'>Yup, that's what I am. &amp;nbsp;I'm toast! &amp;nbsp;Nearly burnt. &amp;nbsp;2&amp;amp;2/3 gifts finished, 6&amp;amp;1/3 to go. &amp;nbsp;I finished the one tonight, and decided that instead of picking up that 1/3, I'd fart around on here. (: &amp;nbsp;Remember those shawls from a few posts back? Mom and daughter goodies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yQPxDP5jWT0/TqD7uy9ZCaI/AAAAAAAAAZI/eQmeSRtLinE/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yQPxDP5jWT0/TqD7uy9ZCaI/AAAAAAAAAZI/eQmeSRtLinE/s200/003.JPG" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kyw-1l4VrDY/TqD7R2UDD1I/AAAAAAAAAZA/KKklTIma-vo/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kyw-1l4VrDY/TqD7R2UDD1I/AAAAAAAAAZA/KKklTIma-vo/s200/010.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I suppose I should post some more pics of our awesome trip, like I promised...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_K-TLDJhcM0/TqD9CprGAyI/AAAAAAAAAZY/IrGZ0wvG6SY/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_K-TLDJhcM0/TqD9CprGAyI/AAAAAAAAAZY/IrGZ0wvG6SY/s200/017.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're pretty sure that's #1's arm going by...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2uEcVomPegE/TqD844uBSWI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/MCHB4NknSU0/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2uEcVomPegE/TqD844uBSWI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/MCHB4NknSU0/s200/003.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is the car we rented... HOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LGYsryg-Ebw/TqD9GhwUXbI/AAAAAAAAAZg/kSaoTycitvY/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LGYsryg-Ebw/TqD9GhwUXbI/AAAAAAAAAZg/kSaoTycitvY/s200/020.JPG" width="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cute! &amp;nbsp;By the ticket windows so you know which &amp;nbsp;tickets to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FwY3yZwzRv4/TqD9dDf3rCI/AAAAAAAAAZw/F7pit0TtNGk/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FwY3yZwzRv4/TqD9dDf3rCI/AAAAAAAAAZw/F7pit0TtNGk/s200/031.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Gb_dBXXeE8/TqD9ScAWM1I/AAAAAAAAAZo/PqznHQG720g/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Gb_dBXXeE8/TqD9ScAWM1I/AAAAAAAAAZo/PqznHQG720g/s200/030.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FwY3yZwzRv4/TqD9dDf3rCI/AAAAAAAAAZw/F7pit0TtNGk/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The goofballs, showing off their ill- gotten gains...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I suppose I should try to go to sleep at some point this morning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-5385832438574368653?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/5385832438574368653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/10/toast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/5385832438574368653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/5385832438574368653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/10/toast.html' title='Toast.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yQPxDP5jWT0/TqD7uy9ZCaI/AAAAAAAAAZI/eQmeSRtLinE/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-3476131765545910701</id><published>2011-10-14T19:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T19:18:02.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>(In)tolerance</title><content type='html'>I have been livid all day! &amp;nbsp;I did something I rarely do, I read the paper this morning. &amp;nbsp; Apparently, 2 of the elementary schools in our district will not be doing the Halloween costume parade, and school party, because the celebration "Violates some families beliefs". &amp;nbsp;Our Superintendent thinks that there should be "a district wide talk about the issue" of having Halloween parties and parades in the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Historically, All Hallows Eve was the day the veil between the living world, and the spirit world was the thinnest. &amp;nbsp;People disguised themselves so evil spirits could not take them, and carved frightening visages in gourds to frighten off the spirits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Historically, when a person sneezed, the belief was an evil spirit was being expelled, and someone would say "God Bless you" so said spirit couldn't re-enter the body.&lt;br /&gt;I bet those "families" that feel Halloween is not something that should be celebrated in school, the ones that feel violated, I *bet* they still say "Bless you" when someone sneezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So much for tolerance. &amp;nbsp;Isn't that what you hear all the time? We should practice tolerance toward those that want to illegally enter our country, get free medical, housing, and food, or live 12 to an illegal basement apartment so they can send all the money they earn back home and live like kings. &amp;nbsp; We should be tolerant of radical Muslims that want nothing more than to see our entire Country blown to bits. &amp;nbsp;Tolerant of awful children because they had a rough upbringing, tolerant of anyone that doesn't have pink skin doing whatever they please because their great- great- grandparents *might* have been slaves, or been some other way oppressed by our great-great- grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently we are not to educate in schools, we just go with allowing fear, ignorance, and intolerance to reign free. &amp;nbsp;And as usual in America, the wants of the few, outweigh any input from the many.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-3476131765545910701?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/3476131765545910701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/10/intolerance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/3476131765545910701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/3476131765545910701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/10/intolerance.html' title='(In)tolerance'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-8441892366658551967</id><published>2011-10-09T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T00:13:48.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidaze</title><content type='html'>With the Holidaze fast approaching, I have been in crafting fever. &amp;nbsp;It ain't cheap, but it's a lot less expensive, and more heartfelt than buying half a dozen gifts for everyone. &amp;nbsp;I can't wait to post pics... *after* everyone gets them that is. &amp;nbsp;For a change, I'm almost ahead of the game. &amp;nbsp;I wonder what the chances are that I *won't* be up most of Christmas eve, and finishing on Christmas morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to our favorite farm for their annual month long Halloween party. &amp;nbsp;It's terribly cute. &amp;nbsp;This year, I learned that turkeys can chirp, not just gobble. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/AZe0aWPmeF4"&gt;http://youtu.be/AZe0aWPmeF4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that adorable?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BO5BPbXUuZ8/TpEdzjtkIKI/AAAAAAAAAYw/vs0qp-1IR80/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BO5BPbXUuZ8/TpEdzjtkIKI/AAAAAAAAAYw/vs0qp-1IR80/s320/010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Why thank you, I feel welcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-18spP2faly8/TpEeF9P_7gI/AAAAAAAAAY0/i266MVTkxS4/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-18spP2faly8/TpEeF9P_7gI/AAAAAAAAAY0/i266MVTkxS4/s320/026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Innee beautiful?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f1KGPrXd4xI/TpEeO5-5N4I/AAAAAAAAAY4/FiEXX1C9bOE/s1600/041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f1KGPrXd4xI/TpEeO5-5N4I/AAAAAAAAAY4/FiEXX1C9bOE/s320/041.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mutant turkey!!! &amp;nbsp;Ahhhhhhh!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KaxFuquufuU/TpEeWeBnWqI/AAAAAAAAAY8/O5vvKocjRIY/s1600/044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KaxFuquufuU/TpEeWeBnWqI/AAAAAAAAAY8/O5vvKocjRIY/s320/044.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hangin' out, waiting for a can of chow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We love this place, it's a great couple hours of giving the kids a bit of freedom to play without mom breathing down their necks. &amp;nbsp;Which is something I've been practicing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Have a great play time, and as usual,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for noticing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-8441892366658551967?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/8441892366658551967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/10/holidaze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/8441892366658551967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/8441892366658551967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/10/holidaze.html' title='Holidaze'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BO5BPbXUuZ8/TpEdzjtkIKI/AAAAAAAAAYw/vs0qp-1IR80/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-3004650033886190759</id><published>2011-09-18T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T09:35:11.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FLOOD!</title><content type='html'>I haven't been on in a while. &amp;nbsp;Disheartened by the lack of readers, and kinda mopey after the excitement of the birthdays, in addition to a thread on one of my yarn work sites that got me to pick up some of my old projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the FLOODS. &amp;nbsp;I'm just shell shocked. &amp;nbsp;Flooding doesn't normally affect me one way or another, but this time people that live as close as an hour away from me are affected, and it's heartbreaking to hear their stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pressconnects.com/article/20110917/NEWS01/109170366/A-long-road-back-after-flood-s-destruction?odyssey=tab|topnews|text|FRONTPAGE"&gt;http://www.pressconnects.com/article/20110917/NEWS01/109170366/A-long-road-back-after-flood-s-destruction?odyssey=tab|topnews|text|FRONTPAGE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just a small taste of what the area has been going through... &amp;nbsp;And those pretty pics of our vacation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Knoebels-Amusement-Resort/207828210550?sk=photos"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/pages/Knoebels-Amusement-Resort/207828210550?sk=photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel SO bad. &amp;nbsp;I'd like to say there's a link to flood relief things, but as it's a local thing, there probably wouldn't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sorry about the gaps... And as usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-3004650033886190759?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/3004650033886190759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/09/flood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/3004650033886190759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/3004650033886190759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/09/flood.html' title='FLOOD!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-6276879179717032127</id><published>2011-08-16T22:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T22:47:01.962-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sigh*</title><content type='html'>Been an interesting month.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hhu_i42gJ2Q/Tksp3HWh3rI/AAAAAAAAAYs/9V834qbEmCc/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641648985054764722" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a pic of the Twister, our favorite 'coaster from our vacation...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uRzDV6lL10A/Tksp20RCofI/AAAAAAAAAYk/ue9CXWy2AWo/s320/001.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641648979931472370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's where we spent day 2 at the park. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a more somber note...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to a new page on fb, I've learned of the deaths of a lot of old friends and classmates, had a lot of happy memories revived, and learned a thing or 2.  But it also reminded me of a quest I've been on... Wish me luck in fulfilling said quest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as usual....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5189108843610024983-6276879179717032127?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/6276879179717032127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/08/sigh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/6276879179717032127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/6276879179717032127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/08/sigh.html' title='*Sigh*'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hhu_i42gJ2Q/Tksp3HWh3rI/AAAAAAAAAYs/9V834qbEmCc/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-8514887016727697302</id><published>2011-08-10T01:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T01:19:54.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Again?!?!</title><content type='html'>I *ALMOST* forgot. (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HpMS823QGyg/TkITdN-KR5I/AAAAAAAAAYU/hgYUbbaVnCg/s1600/026.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HpMS823QGyg/TkITdN-KR5I/AAAAAAAAAYU/hgYUbbaVnCg/s320/026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639091076108797842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to go see Meat Loaf!!!!  FINALLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QhpAyk4vVzY/TkITdWrDQfI/AAAAAAAAAYc/FU67Y3bDaVc/s320/050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639091078444564978" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;      &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P7GvqoxLJqA/TkISvgRv7tI/AAAAAAAAAYM/QoR7ZzL7YPM/s320/037.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639090290748813010" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The old man still puts on a great show!  I was hoarse for 2 days, and could barely hear, we were 10 rows from the stage! (:  I know it sounds silly, but I've wanted to see him live for as long as I can remember. ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So ends the birthday madness that grips our home at the end of every July. ):  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New bedroom for the finks, gifts, trips, and music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there is so much more....  To come!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay groovy, and as usual,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-8514887016727697302?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/8514887016727697302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/08/again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/8514887016727697302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/8514887016727697302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/08/again.html' title='Again?!?!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HpMS823QGyg/TkITdN-KR5I/AAAAAAAAAYU/hgYUbbaVnCg/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-3224900270527780923</id><published>2011-08-02T23:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T23:38:03.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*Happy dance*!</title><content type='html'>So, in 24 hours, I shall be yelling everything to be able to hear it over the ringing in my ears... After 20 (or so) years of waiting, I GET TO SEE MEATLOAF LIVE!!! &lt;div&gt; Okay, alright, I know his voice isn't what it used to be... But this has been my dream forever! His voice, and Jim Steinmans music, have shaped my musical life.  I've had opportunities to see him before, and something has always happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTIyNNYRTDg/TjjBvvH5vhI/AAAAAAAAAYE/emAty_H246Q/s320/meat.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 245px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636467959501798930" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This concert will mark the official end of the birthday crazies.  For this year anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pics of the craziness to follow.  (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual my pretties...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-3224900270527780923?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/3224900270527780923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/3224900270527780923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/3224900270527780923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-dance.html' title='*Happy dance*!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTIyNNYRTDg/TjjBvvH5vhI/AAAAAAAAAYE/emAty_H246Q/s72-c/meat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-531461988890124227</id><published>2011-07-13T01:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T01:25:32.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacking off again!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so not really, but it feels like it.  I'm picking up on my yarn work, I got commissioned to make a set of shawls! (:   Yay!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I want to finish a pile of projects.&lt;br /&gt;Add to that that I have a month of pics stored on my camera that I haven't transferred yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So just a quickie tonight...&lt;br /&gt;How incongruous is it, to see a small, gold station wagon pull into the gas station, with 4 fully turned out Tibetan Monks inside?!  I'm going to hell. I am, I am.  Because the first thought that popped into my head was "How many Monks does it take to fill a gas tank?". I am, I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A U-scan issue...  A woman asks how to do a produce item, not uncommon.  BUT.&lt;br /&gt;Me; Does it have a 4 digit number printed anywhere?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DB, (Dumb broad);, Ummmm, no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me; "Okeydokey, so you want to touch the "NO bar code" icon on the screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DB; Which one is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me;(*really?*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture of a bar code with a line through it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DB; Now what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me; Well, it's a veggie right? Touch the vegetable icon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DB; Which one is that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me; The picture of the vegetables?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She finally finds the item, and tries to put it in the bag... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me; Ma'am?  It's asking you to type in the quantity so it can weigh it, and you can put it in the bag...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DB; What's a 'quantity'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*REPEATED headdesk*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is one reason why I hatehatehate the u-scan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, back to work!  And as usual...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for noticing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-531461988890124227?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/531461988890124227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/07/slacking-off-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/531461988890124227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/531461988890124227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/07/slacking-off-again.html' title='Slacking off again!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-7459266982432518471</id><published>2011-06-29T00:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T01:20:32.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it over yet?</title><content type='html'>Someone on one of my knitting support sites posted a thread about UFOs.  Un-Finished Objects. (:  It definitely inspired me to get my butt in gear. I've finished another layette set, and picked up my sons' sweater again.  You know, the one that was supposed to be for last Christmas? (:&lt;div&gt;  I came up with a plan, and promptly swerved right off the path. Well, no more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's over for the next few weeks, then comes birthday craziness for 2 weeks... 3 weeks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Yeeeeeaaaaaaaaaa! Thanks, I just needed to get that out of my system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots happening at the end of July, and beginning of August.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kgAmvLsmwJA/Tgq1XYV750I/AAAAAAAAAX0/o3prFLYhZ5Q/s200/SANY2351.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623506498001561410" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kMn-TjWztbM/Tgq1XsMFDWI/AAAAAAAAAX8/iJSRvhqrLf4/s200/SANY2360.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 124px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623506503328927074" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The promised pics of the first layette set, and the twins blankets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps. Sorry for the disjointed post, my computer lost half the post, but that's okay, it was worthless anyway! (:&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/5189108843610024983-7459266982432518471?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/7459266982432518471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/06/is-it-over-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/7459266982432518471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/7459266982432518471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/06/is-it-over-yet.html' title='Is it over yet?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kgAmvLsmwJA/Tgq1XYV750I/AAAAAAAAAX0/o3prFLYhZ5Q/s72-c/SANY2351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-3575207493587407266</id><published>2011-06-23T09:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T09:46:01.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Better late than never?</title><content type='html'>Wow this week has been crazy!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, between school trips, meds for the boys not getting filled/ picked up, and brought to the school, and #1's bizarre test schedule, and #2's stepping up ceremony, and work.... I'm tired.  But all that ends today!  Well, tomorrow, (for 2 months anyway).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe next year I'll have 2 High School students.  *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 31 days, we'll be off on our family trip, YAY!  It has been changed and re-arranged so often, I can't believe it's finally settled. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the deal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys belong to separate chapters of a program here in town, and a charity group has taken an interest in the program, and every year sends them on some great trip, at least until they age out...  Which happened 2 years into #1s group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year they want to take #2's group to California...  Ummm, 13 years old, on a plane, on the *opposite* coast from here, with out me? No.  And ever since I told them he wouldn't be going... I feel like a pariah!  Everyone treats me like I'm the bad mom because I won't let him go.  Sorry, due to all those reasons above, and a couple other issues I have...  N. O.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So originally, to make it up to him, we were going to do the family vaca. at Universal Studios Orlando.  Then I ran into a few snags. I've *never* been on a plane.  Not sure I want to be on a man- made version of a bumblebee.  My mom isn't too cool on the idea of planes either.  I hate crowds, and I hate heat, and I hate humidity... Orlando Fl. in August?  Sooooo..... (But maybe for winter break next year?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we are hitting our favorite amusement park, getting (got) him a new bed, painting their room in their favorite sports teams colors, and a few other surprises. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, am I bad mommy for not letting them take my 13 year old to the opposite coast, without me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for noticing me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps... some of Mother Natures' awesomeness for ya!  From right out of my window!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/GAZ7zFF1hWY"&gt;http://youtu.be/GAZ7zFF1hWY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-3575207493587407266?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/3575207493587407266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/06/better-late-than-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/3575207493587407266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/3575207493587407266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/06/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better late than never?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-7661594888978172298</id><published>2011-06-14T23:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T23:37:06.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Petty revenge</title><content type='html'>I think I may not be suitable for retail work any longer.  Either that or I am seriously burnt out from working the U-scan.  Lately I find myself turning all green and scaly and red-eyed at the least provocation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Case 1.  A relatively busy moment in the morning, a guy is scanning his things, and it seems to be going okay, until... He scanned something, but it didn't read, *but* another machine *did* beep.  (Cue annoying female voice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Please remove the last item from the bag, and scan it, before placing it in the bag"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whereupon this perfectly normal guy turns into a ravening moron.  He repeatedly picks up the item, and *SLAMS* it back in the bag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; *rolling eyes...Pleasant smile* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sir, the item you're trying to bag didn't scan yet"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"IT DAMN WELL DID SCAN! I HEARD IT!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boyyoudidnotjustyellatme!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*pointing*  Do you SEE it on the screen?!"  And yes, this was said loudly, and with much snark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happily he didn't complain, and did apologize to me for yelling in the first place.  That. Was a. First.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cases 2-?  Please refrain from throwing things on the counter and ignoring me, because I have reached the point where not only will I ignore whatever it is you tossed on the counter, I will ignore you too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today alone, this happened 3 times!  A man walked in, I already had a customer, and he tossed a winning scratch off ticket on the counter and walked away toward the lottery machine.  Really?  by the time I was done with the other person, he had wandered back to me, and *PUSHED IT CLOSER TO ME*  still not saying a word, so I walked away.  Wonder of wonders... he wasn't American.  "You make cash?"  No, I wish I did buddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Another walked in, tossed a 20 on the counter, and went to go pump his gas.  again... Really?  He was lucky no one took the money, because I left it there, and 5 minutes later he came in, "I paid for my gas but it isn't pumping.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm sorry, I haven't had anyone *ask me* to authorize a pump in nearly half an hour sir."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My money is right there"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh! I thought someone just left it there."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it with me people... "Really?!"  And as usual,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-7661594888978172298?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/7661594888978172298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/06/petty-revenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/7661594888978172298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/7661594888978172298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/06/petty-revenge.html' title='Petty revenge'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-659480055512961510</id><published>2011-06-01T00:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T00:40:10.742-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bibliophile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8VNY_Dj55ks/TeXAmTTjmOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Wf8zWtou4n8/s1600/SANY2414.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8VNY_Dj55ks/TeXAmTTjmOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Wf8zWtou4n8/s200/SANY2414.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613104274837051618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I might have mentioned before that I am a rabid reader.  *Someone* thought it would be a good idea to get me an e-reader.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you know there are FREE books to read?!  Not bad ones either, There are like, a BAZZILION books under 3.00!!!!  *Without* having to hunt in yard sales and library sales!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No wonder I never get anything done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nrvXs5pmYNk/TeXCLsJ2-4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/89VmzAvjlE4/s200/SANY2415.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613106016674052994" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the cover I made for it.  This is what happens when they want upwards of $60. for a cover and all of the choices are ugly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-659480055512961510?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/659480055512961510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/06/bibliophile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/659480055512961510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/659480055512961510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/06/bibliophile.html' title='Bibliophile'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8VNY_Dj55ks/TeXAmTTjmOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Wf8zWtou4n8/s72-c/SANY2414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-2691539024514400241</id><published>2011-05-25T00:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T00:34:00.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Br9mIDX04YQ/TdyCfC-ZQaI/AAAAAAAAAXI/66I_uSTKK5w/s1600/SANY2424.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Br9mIDX04YQ/TdyCfC-ZQaI/AAAAAAAAAXI/66I_uSTKK5w/s200/SANY2424.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610502705682923938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's *GREEN* again!  And *flowery*!  &lt;div&gt;Okay, more top tomfoolery...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why are people surprised when I say I can't accept Canadian coins?  I won't accept Euros either... helloooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the station, there is a shelf, a scanner/ scale, and a bag scale.  If you step up to it, doesn't it make sense to put your items on the shelf so you can scan them over the scanner and then place it in the bag, or at least on the scale?  It's all assembly line easy, but alas, no.  Why must people try to place their 6" thick items on the 2" frame around the scanner, then give me the stink eye when the machine tells them to remove the item from the scanner? Or expect me to run back and get a new one when it falls off and smashes?  The customer is N O T!! always right.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I respect peoples right to be as big as a house, being moderately round myself, I can sympathize. But please... for the love of vitamin A... PLEASE make sure your clothes fit!  I do NOT want to see your hairy nasty belly sagging out from under your shirt and over your pants!  I don't think it's appropriate at all to be messing around with (ass)crack in public either.  Girls... it is NOT sexy to walk around with your button and zipper open because they won't close, and  I'm so glad you're happy to be pregnant, mazel-tov! but seriously, I don't want to see your veiny, stretch-marked belly hangin' out, pull your shirt back down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any pet- peeves to mention?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall we start a "Give the Fashion- Challenged a mirror" charity drive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual folks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-2691539024514400241?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/2691539024514400241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/05/spring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/2691539024514400241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/2691539024514400241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/05/spring.html' title='Spring!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Br9mIDX04YQ/TdyCfC-ZQaI/AAAAAAAAAXI/66I_uSTKK5w/s72-c/SANY2424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-5272913002841891192</id><published>2011-05-11T00:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T01:12:26.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>storms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVUKHzdSQ9U/TcoX-S06WZI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Fb05rTCO5L8/s1600/SANY2372.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVUKHzdSQ9U/TcoX-S06WZI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Fb05rTCO5L8/s200/SANY2372.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605319045189097874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVUKHzdSQ9U/TcoX-S06WZI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Fb05rTCO5L8/s1600/SANY2372.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, after the recent storms up here, I've had this unreasonable fascination with the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9lYFRk-58N8/TcoXUCW_5wI/AAAAAAAAAWw/LIfD52Js2ko/s1600/SANY2369.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 122px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9lYFRk-58N8/TcoXUCW_5wI/AAAAAAAAAWw/LIfD52Js2ko/s200/SANY2369.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605318319214159618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you must admit it's pretty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9lYFRk-58N8/TcoXUCW_5wI/AAAAAAAAAWw/LIfD52Js2ko/s1600/SANY2369.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ssSDlwek2U/TcoYaX4ABnI/AAAAAAAAAXA/vIQPPXy2vxc/s200/SANY2365.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605319527580567154" /&gt;  This little guy is not in a pond, it's the driveway to the strip mall where I work. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was actually an exact week after the storms.  Still flooded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a little tidbit, that actually happened today;  A guy walks up and says to the customer I was dealing with.. "Carrie?"  And they proceeded to go back and forth about how she knows the family of the  person he thought she was, but she's no relation, and blah, blah... But at one point she was having trouble remembering a name, and kept saying, "you know... so and so's marriage partner"  That was how she put it, repeatedly, "marriage partner".  Ummm, whatever happened to "wife"?   I may be hopelessly old fashioned, and no one can call me "P. C." and now I know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-5272913002841891192?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/5272913002841891192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/05/storms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/5272913002841891192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/5272913002841891192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/05/storms.html' title='storms'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVUKHzdSQ9U/TcoX-S06WZI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Fb05rTCO5L8/s72-c/SANY2372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-215006986307529426</id><published>2011-05-03T23:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T23:27:27.094-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lousy Pen-Pal</title><content type='html'>I have a *pile* of pictures on the camera that haven't been uploaded, scraps of paper stuck every where with notes about the people I deal with every day, and at least 3 people sending me e-mail after e-mail asking if I've fallen off the face of the planet.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so engrossed in finishing my projects that everything is getting ignored, and I'm ashamed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of months ago, I found out a co-worker is pregnant with a girl.  A GIRL! FINALLY! I can *make* stuff!  Honestly, I thought I'd only do a blanket.  But this pattern I found was so fast, and so simple, yet so pretty, I decided to do the whole set... Booties, bonnet, blanket and sweater.  No kidding, I finished the blanket in a week, *just* working on it at work.  When I showed the blanket to my mom, she said she had a friend at her gym that was having twin boys, and asked if I could make her a pair of them, and all this needs to be finished this week!  Thankfully, I'm almost done.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO ... pics to follow. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-215006986307529426?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/215006986307529426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/05/lousy-pen-pal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/215006986307529426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/215006986307529426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/05/lousy-pen-pal.html' title='Lousy Pen-Pal'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-5636756001887999256</id><published>2011-04-19T22:46:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T23:28:01.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gimme Shelter</title><content type='html'>Todays post is a subject near and dear to my heart... Rescues.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case you hadn't noticed, I'm a cat people. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9D9NJYjXDB8/Ta5LfKxP8SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/6QHTKHuOPlU/s1600/SANY2187.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a firm believer in procuring my pets from shelters, no- kill, or otherwise.  I have no patience for irresponsible pet parenting.   These beautiful babies right here should convince you.  They were actually adopted by the time we took these pics, but the shelter had to use money to rent a space in the mall in order for this to happen.  That's money they could have used to take care of more animals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9D9NJYjXDB8/Ta5LfKxP8SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/6QHTKHuOPlU/s1600/SANY2187.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 107px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9D9NJYjXDB8/Ta5LfKxP8SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/6QHTKHuOPlU/s200/SANY2187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597494385707053346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                    &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wWwAVsaNhZA/Ta5L_ZUbFMI/AAAAAAAAAWo/bv77WpMs1nY/s200/SANY2188.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597494939368494274" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever seen markings like this on a cat before?!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qBIvA8U5gdA/Ta5KkYuhFjI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/-qtqJGUOFGA/s1600/SANY2184.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qBIvA8U5gdA/Ta5KkYuhFjI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/-qtqJGUOFGA/s200/SANY2184.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597493375841408562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                    &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bpqF4R5IkOs/Ta5LDnp-sBI/AAAAAAAAAWY/78Xx7QLW7AE/s200/SANY2185.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 129px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597493912424853522" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These two reminded me of two of my previous, and deeply missed loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first cat we had, well,  to be truthful, adopted us.  Just followed one of my parents into the apartment one day.  The first fuzzy one here^, reminds me of the first cat I can remember, who decided my dads parking spot, occupied or otherwise, was going to be his new home. Yeeeaaahhh, no.  In he came, got cleaned up, and became the best lap-cat in the universe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The shorthair was a kitten that got (literally) tossed onto a neighbors porch, and being as how Fluffycat had recently passed from skin cancer, they gave us the kitten rather than take him to the shelter.  Hello Chuckles of the striped mouth, and awesome fetching skills!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_vFj9xEG_8/Ta5KNWyNh2I/AAAAAAAAAWI/14gxF7YBjWQ/s1600/SANY2181.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_vFj9xEG_8/Ta5KNWyNh2I/AAAAAAAAAWI/14gxF7YBjWQ/s200/SANY2181.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597492980183041890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      And these little twits.            &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K5ZfuvaAhog/Ta5JtTEKqaI/AAAAAAAAAWA/LtqJqmxr0iQ/s200/SANY2179.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597492429428795810" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both my girls were adopted after we moved up here.  Mona was actually "Free" which meant she'd been there so long, they didn't even care about the donation, just give her a home!  Issue kitty, but even 5 years later, she gets a little better all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is something free you can do as often as you want, just click the link, and bookmark the page.    &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.TheAnimalRescueSite.com/"&gt;http://www.TheAnimalRescueSite.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please, get your pets fixed!  Adoption is the best way to get a pet.  They need someone to love as much as you do!  And as usual... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&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/5189108843610024983-5636756001887999256?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/5636756001887999256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/04/gimme-shelter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/5636756001887999256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/5636756001887999256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/04/gimme-shelter.html' title='Gimme Shelter'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9D9NJYjXDB8/Ta5LfKxP8SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/6QHTKHuOPlU/s72-c/SANY2187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-7547298792545730843</id><published>2011-04-06T23:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T23:11:26.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How bizarre, how bizarre....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Part one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1.  Almost any commercial on tv&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  What videos people will post of themselves online&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  What videos people will *watch* online&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  The behavior of squirrels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  What people can find to complain about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  What people will *love*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  The behavior of at least 1/2 the customers in a coffee shop on any given day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be continued...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-7547298792545730843?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/7547298792545730843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-bizarre-how-bizarre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/7547298792545730843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/7547298792545730843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-bizarre-how-bizarre.html' title='How bizarre, how bizarre....'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-5084763209088408289</id><published>2011-03-30T00:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T00:58:31.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Working in retail, you get some seriously stupid questions.  I work in a pre-pay gas station, you pull up to the pump, and there are signs, and a digital screen with instructions.  It isn't hard.  Really.  So, my top five stupid questions. are..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Do I have to pre-pay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Note, the sign says, "All cash customers need to pre-pay at the kiosk")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.Where is this "kiosk" I need to pay at?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Really? So me standing at a cash register inside a small store wasn't a big enough clue?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wXnhtAlXxGQ/TZKy9iQm6cI/AAAAAAAAAV4/KwmWXPeGmjI/s1600/SANY2224.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wXnhtAlXxGQ/TZKy9iQm6cI/AAAAAAAAAV4/KwmWXPeGmjI/s320/SANY2224.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589726857758435778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Why do we need to pre-pay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Can I pump first since I don't know how much it'll take?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. How much do you think I should pre-pay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a cashier, and I tried answering #3 honestly, with "Because when the prices started rising every day, we got a lot of drive offs, so they switched our system"  To which invariably the reply was, "Don't I look honest?"  *SIGH* I'm not a high mucky-muck, I don't make the rules, I just suffer under them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#4 "Of course, go ahead, I'll just skip the whole 'rules' thing in the system just because you're not sure how much gas the car will take. No prob."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't understand why it's so hard to look at the pump before walking in and asking a stupid question.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had awesome customers, the ones that come in and ask how to do it, and *listen* to the answer so they don't need to come in more than once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You aren't stupid because you don't know how to do something, you're stupid for assuming it'll work the way you want it to, just because you're standing there.  You're twice as stupid if you come in, ask a question, and don't wait for the whole answer before waving me off and heading out to do it your way anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for listening to me rant, and as usual folks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-5084763209088408289?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/5084763209088408289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/03/stupid-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/5084763209088408289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/5084763209088408289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/03/stupid-questions.html' title='Stupid questions'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wXnhtAlXxGQ/TZKy9iQm6cI/AAAAAAAAAV4/KwmWXPeGmjI/s72-c/SANY2224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-3506317565705919820</id><published>2011-03-24T19:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T20:01:23.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty</title><content type='html'>Yes, guilty is how I feel.  So the main reason nothing has been being posted, aside from laptop issues, is that when I got the new bed, I had to re-arrange things, and I can't seem to find the notebook that I write all my neat little stories (reminders) in.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was more of a rant, than amusing... Other than one of my coworkers buying one of those mixed music cd's of am station music. (:  The second song... "She's a lady"  Tom Jones.  I can never hear that song without thinking of Wesley Snipes wearing a dress. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q2lBCSpdbAc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q2lBCSpdbAc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So worth 5 minutes of your life!  Love this movie!  Cracks me up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xof0W5NTOj4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xof0W5NTOj4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's the song. ^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that you've smiled, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-3506317565705919820?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/3506317565705919820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/03/guilty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/3506317565705919820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/3506317565705919820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/03/guilty.html' title='Guilty'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-3341148147877146109</id><published>2011-03-24T00:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T00:14:27.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, okay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4bwEcNv7gN4/TYrEhqqZmVI/AAAAAAAAAVw/C7sND4xC9Jw/s1600/SANY2203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 108px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4bwEcNv7gN4/TYrEhqqZmVI/AAAAAAAAAVw/C7sND4xC9Jw/s200/SANY2203.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587494370373376338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute kitty time, This past month has just done me in!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fTV_SQvfB-Q/TYrDY5oK6oI/AAAAAAAAAVg/LDBdZY8oJN4/s200/001.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587493120260106882" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2qtSUD8CWgY/TYrD9XbWbLI/AAAAAAAAAVo/2Mb9Ikp8Lk0/s200/SANY2205.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587493746734689458" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 107px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone is well, good night! And as usual,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-3341148147877146109?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/3341148147877146109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/03/okay-okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/3341148147877146109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/3341148147877146109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/03/okay-okay.html' title='Okay, okay!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4bwEcNv7gN4/TYrEhqqZmVI/AAAAAAAAAVw/C7sND4xC9Jw/s72-c/SANY2203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-414638707489944127</id><published>2011-03-15T22:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T22:41:59.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*SIGH*</title><content type='html'>What a month!  New laptop, new bed, new mattress, Old stress, old schedule, old body.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I went to re-start the old laptop, to make sure any updates in there got done, and the screen came back up PLAID!  *PANIC!* *sigh*.  Well, I'll just bring it to see what's wrong on my next day off, and borrow the little guy until then....  Little guy was sick with a nasty virus, I had minimal internet for THREE DAYS!! I think I started to twitch.  Screen, and cable to it were toast, they wanted to charge me more than a new laptop costs, to fix it!  Ummm, no. Got a new laptop, and I'm still figuring out how to re-install everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                 &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-psdU0IQS5oI/TYAi8H5qJuI/AAAAAAAAAVY/4D7gTq4FHBA/s200/SANY2190.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 122px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584501954247796450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New bed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                              &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tqFaXjjesjI/TYAgoecnkqI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/imRiqzwx__Q/s200/SANY2163.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 193px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584499417679368866" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think for the price I paid for the comforter, the pattern should at least be centered, but hell, whatever.  Stupid bed has caused more aggravation than it was worth.  Don't get me wrong, it's cute, and there's nothing wrong with it... Just the owner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been terribly off kilter since the old laptop died.  (Actually we're using it as the tower to the monitor for the kids homework station.)  And my schedule is aaalll messed up.  So, with luck, I'll be getting back on track soon. (:  'Till then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-414638707489944127?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/414638707489944127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/03/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/414638707489944127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/414638707489944127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/03/sigh.html' title='*SIGH*'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-psdU0IQS5oI/TYAi8H5qJuI/AAAAAAAAAVY/4D7gTq4FHBA/s72-c/SANY2190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-8312084089263048373</id><published>2011-02-15T23:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T00:10:06.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tops Tomfoolery</title><content type='html'>A-heee, a-hee-hee-hee!  The people I get at work.  Seriously.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may not have mentioned that I live where the aged hippies go to fade away.  And the clothes they wear reflect this, but sometimes, I can't help but just stand there staring.  In the warmer months a woman came in, that was one of those situations.  She was wearing a dark purple (think closed lavender flower) babydoll type top, *over* a hot pink tank top, with a leaf green bead necklace.  I wish I had access to the security tapes, so I could have gotten a still and shown you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also worked with a girl that always wore 2 different socks.  Every. Day.    She says her feet feel weird when her socks match.  I love this place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I get the great, "OMG! I wish I had thought of that!" people.  Again, in the summer months, a guy wearing a "wife beater" because we require shirts, so he keeps it in the car for when he needs to go into a store.  He had the greatest tattoo!  "Just sick of it all"  Yep, he works in retail. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love working in the gas station, 3 hours, gone, never even knew they were there! Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scary customer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SC~ I'd like $25 in regular please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me~ Sure, but you choose the grade, I just apply the money to the pump. 8~D (vapid empty smile)  So, where are we applying it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(note, we have a monitor that shows our pumps, but nothing else)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SC~  Don't you see my car?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me~ ummmm- I don't know what your car looks like.  Could you describe it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SC~ I's the small one, and it's all by itself out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(note again, all pumps are full, with a couple that have a second car in line)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me~ Okay, what color?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SC~ It's red.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Not one small red car, just one large red pickup)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me~ I don't see it out there, are you sure you're at a pump?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SC~ Well, I'm by the gas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me~ ?!  I'm sorry? What do you mean "By the gas"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SC~ You know the gas in the cage, *looking worried now* Can't you see my car?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me~ Where exactly is your car ma'am?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SC~*pointing to the rear of the store* Out there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The customer was parked next to the canister propane cage, behind the store!  I don't know what she expected, but she really believed I could see through the wall to where she was parked, and I guess the gas would magically pass from a gas pump to her tank!  These people are out on those streets! *shudder*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And one of my favorites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom watches the kids while I'm working, and Sundays she often likes to get out of the house, and if they're downtown, they come in to the store for a few things, and to tell me either their plans, or what they've done already.  This was before lunch, so we were just chatting, when all of a sudden, the boys start pacing the store, and I noticed they were leaning a bit toward my mom as they passed.  The rest of my customers had filed out, and now I could hear them, each boy, as he passed my mom, would whisper, ever so quietly, "Friendlys". LOL! They were trying to subliminally get her to take them to Friendlys for lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great week everyone, and as usual;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-8312084089263048373?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/8312084089263048373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/02/tops-tomfoolery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/8312084089263048373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/8312084089263048373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/02/tops-tomfoolery.html' title='Tops Tomfoolery'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-1774586357593927254</id><published>2011-02-13T09:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T10:05:44.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*NOT* Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Okay, okay... I know it's not Tuesday (Wednesday?), but  I just need to point out how well I've twisted my kids.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Son #2 has a huge project for his English class, to write a report on every aspect of a famous activist.  We managed, in the beginning, to find what subject of activism he wanted to find a fighter for.  He chose animals. (Good boy! Light o' my life!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO, off to the internets we went.  Nice general google search... Animal activists.  Nothin.  He wanted nothing to do with anyone that popped up.  Famous actors, zoologists, scientists. Nothin.  And then I remembered a little known book on animal conservation, that is one of the joys of my now pitiful book collection.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Last Chance to See" By Douglas Adams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love D.A.  I think when he died, a part of the Earths heart died too.  One of the best parts. Intelligent humor,  passionate beliefs, and a way of making you want to "think about it" instead of one of those that get annoyed at you for not seeing things their way only.  No one else could make you see such a sad condition in the world, and make you want to smile and say, "Oh, well, we can make this okay then."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I told son #2 to get the book off the shelf and open it to any page, and read any paragraph and tell me if he thought he could work with it.  He said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"This book? It's by [D.A.]! That's the guy that did "Hitchikers Guide" right? THAT'S who I want to do my report on!"  He was just waiting for a name he knew, but now, he's all into it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we have son #1, who would never admit it, but is almost as into scifi as I am.  He's a teenager now, may all the LG&amp;amp;G help me!  I think he got tired of low flying planes and decided to show them what he thought of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-61K9d-SrVYg/TVfyYuTnCeI/AAAAAAAAAVI/yeOJfF9XA04/s200/004.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 96px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573189570455341538" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a penis.  Stamped out into a pattern on the snow.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhh, Teenagers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it for our special edition post, tune in later in the week for some Top tomfoolery!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-1774586357593927254?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/1774586357593927254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/02/not-tuesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/1774586357593927254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/1774586357593927254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/02/not-tuesday.html' title='*NOT* Tuesday'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-61K9d-SrVYg/TVfyYuTnCeI/AAAAAAAAAVI/yeOJfF9XA04/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-716857559384556200</id><published>2011-02-08T23:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T23:52:30.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a point~</title><content type='html'>I had a point, but it has temporarily escaped me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have become a You Tube addict. I used to love the Saturday morning Schoolhouse Rock shorts.  Does anyone remember what the one for "ly" was called?  *singing* "careful~ ly" I can't remember, and I can't find it.  I found "Interplanet Janet" which I used to love, Interplanet Janet, she's a galaxy girl..... (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO, I'm working on 2 projects, one of which was *NOT* in the closet, *sigh*.  But it does seem that it'll be one to set the crocheting world to scratching it's head.  I went from not being able to read a pattern 5 years ago, to designing and writing my own pattern today.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I'm a bit random today.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't wait for spring, so I started cleaning today.  Now the part of the house that always seems so dark and dreary, is all sparkly and dust free! I went through all my DVDs and VHSs made a list of the VHS movies I thought I'd watch if they were on disc instead, and hauled most of them away.  Now I just need to find those movies.  I think I should be worried about my entertainment choices.  There seems to be a lot of Action/ Comedy flicks, and scifi, (not that _that's_ a problem)  But really? Not ONE drama. No so-called "Chick flicks" I don't even own "Titanic".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make up for the lack of pictures, and indeed, lack of coherency, I give you the catalyst for my You Tube addiction...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uGuhxDcEa-A" target="_new" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 13px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 51, 204); text-decoration: underline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uGuhxDcEa-A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mona is a bit bullied, so that's why she freaks there, and you can just see her face... "That's it. I'm *done*!" (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual folks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-716857559384556200?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/716857559384556200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-had-point.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/716857559384556200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/716857559384556200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-had-point.html' title='I had a point~'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-3809953826465062398</id><published>2011-01-25T23:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T00:23:59.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There oughtta be a law!</title><content type='html'>Oh wait! There is!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Old people shouldn't drive.  I wish I could remember this guy *before* I see him start to drive away, because by then it's too late.  Our driveway at work has 2 lanes in, and 2 out, with a planted median separating them.  Every time this man leaves, (and I can't hazard a guess as to how old he is, other than "dirt") he crosses past the "out", and drives down the one way "in", he then waits for the light to turn RED before going out onto the highway!  I always watch with horror as I dial 911.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Contrariwise, I have another customer that is in his 90's, and I'd drive with him any day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for being glad my mom doesn't read this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's been terrorizing us for years.  It's gotten worse.  Now instead of just stopping for green lights, she stops where there's NO light, or even sign, "Just in case".  In case what?!?!  In case you want to be rear ended?!?! And "Oh look!" As the car drifts in whichever direction she's looking in.  Or nearly driving off the road because a car is coming in the other direction, *in its own lane*!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And really, there's no age in particular when one should stop driving, but when you scare your passengers, or onlookers *every time* you drive? It's time to quit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And by the way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TT-uuXziQbI/AAAAAAAAAU4/16lxUJTySK4/s200/018.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566359776140607922" /&gt;  Cute kitty time!  Dddasha Dddahlin' thinks she should have her *own* superpoke pet. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be careful on those roads folks! And as usual...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for noticing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-3809953826465062398?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/3809953826465062398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/01/there-oughtta-be-law.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/3809953826465062398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/3809953826465062398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/01/there-oughtta-be-law.html' title='There oughtta be a law!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TT-uuXziQbI/AAAAAAAAAU4/16lxUJTySK4/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-458856681546247402</id><published>2011-01-11T23:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T23:37:11.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More pics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TS0oZCo3gMI/AAAAAAAAAUs/vQKL6YI2GcE/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TS0oZCo3gMI/AAAAAAAAAUs/vQKL6YI2GcE/s200/003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561145525542551746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, so this first wasn't crocheted, or even built by, me, but I did paint it, all of it.  It came with stickers... How lame is that?&lt;div&gt;I'm thinking I might, someday, try to make one out of that plastic canvas stuff.  Yeah, add it to the list, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TS0oDvhK0xI/AAAAAAAAAUk/gjNDSd3CBlo/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TS0oDvhK0xI/AAAAAAAAAUk/gjNDSd3CBlo/s200/001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561145159632737042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The awful sweater.  You can't really see in this pic, the stitch gaps, (I think they gave me the wrong size needles to use for it), and how the ends are rolling.  AND, dumbass that I am, one of the sleeves is stitched wrong in the back.  But he claims to love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TS0nzSiyQsI/AAAAAAAAAUc/V2WaLtwQp_0/s1600/frog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TS0nzSiyQsI/AAAAAAAAAUc/V2WaLtwQp_0/s200/frog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561144876976980674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I *L O V E* this froggie!  And it was a lot easier to make than I thought it would be.  I made the arms and legs so they'd move... Only in circles, it's true, but move they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, a bit of silliness now~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gas station where I work has 6 pumps, 2 on one side of the building, and 4 on the other.  So why, in the name of all that is holy, do I so often see lines 3 deep at the 2 pumps on the one side of the building, and the other 4 as barren as a desert?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, enough for this week, have fun! And as usual,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-458856681546247402?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/458856681546247402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/01/more-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/458856681546247402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/458856681546247402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/01/more-pics.html' title='More pics...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TS0oZCo3gMI/AAAAAAAAAUs/vQKL6YI2GcE/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-467558168514777087</id><published>2011-01-04T16:44:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T17:07:20.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TSOWGDg0TII/AAAAAAAAAUU/PXvxxi9e0RQ/s1600/hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TSOWGDg0TII/AAAAAAAAAUU/PXvxxi9e0RQ/s200/hat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558451395871657090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  So, the first full hat, scarf, and mitten set I've ever made!  (And yes, he likes pink.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TSOV98-OYpI/AAAAAAAAAUM/KS4fN28et_E/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 176px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TSOV98-OYpI/AAAAAAAAAUM/KS4fN28et_E/s200/004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558451256676999826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next one is going to be a super fine chenille! Mmmm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TSOVua97FdI/AAAAAAAAAUE/MO_F2SrrMB8/s1600/scarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TSOVua97FdI/AAAAAAAAAUE/MO_F2SrrMB8/s200/scarf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558450989850891730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TSOVlypcU1I/AAAAAAAAAT8/XwkjEGWZxSo/s1600/gloves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TSOVlypcU1I/AAAAAAAAAT8/XwkjEGWZxSo/s200/gloves.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558450841588618066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are an awful pic, they're fingerless gloves/ wrist warmers.  She's actually holding them backwards... the fuzzies go to the elbow end,  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more pictures, an amigurumi frog, a forever calendar... but in the interest of having something else to post about, I think I'll hold onto them. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New years was interesting~ish.  Son #2 decided it was just another night, and he was going to go to bed.  Son #1 and I stayed up to watch the ball drop, an exciting night here lemme tell ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, how did you ring in the new year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As always folks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-467558168514777087?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/467558168514777087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/01/pictures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/467558168514777087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/467558168514777087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2011/01/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TSOWGDg0TII/AAAAAAAAAUU/PXvxxi9e0RQ/s72-c/hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-7248589710672274575</id><published>2010-12-29T00:29:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T00:48:46.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TRrIAiuz-5I/AAAAAAAAATc/THX2q3L0uaw/s1600/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TRrIAiuz-5I/AAAAAAAAATc/THX2q3L0uaw/s320/040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555973001963633554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TRrIQBm_igI/AAAAAAAAATk/tQb_T3Oyj_U/s320/042.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555973267950373378" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TRrHwH8sgeI/AAAAAAAAATU/8jZtcKDBz3s/s1600/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TRrHwH8sgeI/AAAAAAAAATU/8jZtcKDBz3s/s320/091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555972719896199650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TRrHwH8sgeI/AAAAAAAAATU/8jZtcKDBz3s/s1600/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome dear readers, to my own personal nightmare.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Christmas holiday was a hit!  My job was desserts, and they came out *perfect*!  Look at that coconut custard pie!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, now, just when things should be slacking off, I'm still just as swamped. *sigh*  AND I forgot to take pics of the projects that did get done.  An amigurumi frog, (very cute if I do say so myself!) a pair of fingerless gloves, a hat, scarf, and mitten set, (my first pair of mittens!) a snowflake pin, and a sweater made from the worst pattern ever!  I shall never use it again! The stitching was WAY too loose! I told son #2 he didn't have to wear it out of the house, and I'd make him a new one.  Son #1s sweater never even got started before the holiday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I have that sweater, plus another, and 2 hat, scarf, and mitten sets before I can take a month off!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gifts this year were a total surprise, and a total hit.  Three days later and there are still random shouts of "ILOVEIT!!" happening around the house.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and, when does school start again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So how was *your* holiday season?  And as usual,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-7248589710672274575?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/7248589710672274575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/12/welcome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/7248589710672274575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/7248589710672274575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/12/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TRrIAiuz-5I/AAAAAAAAATc/THX2q3L0uaw/s72-c/040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-5255541459310256059</id><published>2010-12-23T18:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T18:41:37.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LATE!!</title><content type='html'>So, not so much on the whole "bright Solstice" thing... we had some massive cloud cover, which also hid the only full eclipse of the December moon for several centuries.  *sniffle*  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has *not* been the best Holiday season.  Between that stupid allergic reaction that knocked me out for a whole month, and the book addiction thing, I didn't get 2 of the projects I wanted to do done, and I'm racing to finish the last one before Saturday.  Then my brakes went... $300. out of the running.  Then today, the worst thing ever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We killed a dog on the way home from shopping for Christmas dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hatehatehate people!  There was no reason for that dog to have been outside!  It was small enough to not be a dog that you just let outside for a while.  We waited more than 20 minutes for the police to show up, and in that whole time, no one came looking for it.  Then, when the police man checked, there was no address or phone # on the tag.  And still, no one came.  And I really hope that it didn't belong to a kid that was going to get off the school bus and see it lying there!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you can't watch your animal when it's outside, GET A CAT! Or a fish, or a turtle, or bird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can say, is I know it went quick, and didn't suffer, and that's pretty much the only thing keeping me sane right now.  I've never hit a pet in my life!  I've made road kill of a squirrel, a chipmunk, and a skunk since moving to this back of beyond, and before that, I had never hit anything.  We've come close to a deer or 2, but that's it, and then this assclown goes and ignores their animal!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope their turkey gives them botulism, and they die slow painful deaths!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As always,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for Noticing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-5255541459310256059?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/5255541459310256059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/12/late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/5255541459310256059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/5255541459310256059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/12/late.html' title='LATE!!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-5310553758008926416</id><published>2010-12-15T00:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T23:51:56.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look a lot like...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TQhOM9C2wKI/AAAAAAAAASU/9ovW_wlS_ZI/s1600/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TQhOM9C2wKI/AAAAAAAAASU/9ovW_wlS_ZI/s320/059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550772525186072738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cookies: accomplished!  These are my favorites, passionfruit jelly drops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skill level, (5 hardest, 1 easiest) is a 2, maybe 3 if you're really kitchen challenged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprise, surprise! I have one crocheted gift finished, and one that will be done before the next 48 hours have passed, and a knit one to be done in a few days, (okay, *maybe* a week) . But of course, pics will have to wait until after delivery.  Noooo peeking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's amazing how much I got done once I finished those books!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next week, it will be time to light candles to encourage the cold weak winter sun, to come and stay a bit longer each day, and bring warmth back into our lives. Thank goodness for those battery operated flickery candle lights huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brain is scrambled, and my fingers ache, I've been asleep by 1am almost every day for 2 weeks, (which is pretty surprising for me!) and today doesn't look to be much different.  The Holidays kill me every year!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How are you celebrating this year?  And as usual folks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-5310553758008926416?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/5310553758008926416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/5310553758008926416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/5310553758008926416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look a lot like...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TQhOM9C2wKI/AAAAAAAAASU/9ovW_wlS_ZI/s72-c/059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-5287705627655371857</id><published>2010-12-07T22:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T23:01:06.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Technical difficulties</title><content type='html'>Dear reader,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Due to insanely awesome scifi goodness, todays blog post will be short and disorganized.  Commercial breaks aren't long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas episodes of Eureka, and WH13!!  Woohoo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, a few quickies (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meet the most bizarre people!  A hitch hiker stopped in for a drink over the summer, he had a *very* interesting music case strapped to his back, as he paid, he struck up a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;It appears he's a musician, and he was out of traveling money, so he was hitch hiking across the tri state area, to meet up with the rest of his (I kid you not!) didgeridoo group for a gig.  Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another is this truly awful desire for men to call women "babygirl"  I have a regular couple that come in all the time, and he calls her that. She's 60 if she's a day, and so drugged out that she looks 80, is toothless, and not exactly fragile, innocent, or soft enough to use that name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not even the internet can distract me anymore!  As usual friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-5287705627655371857?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/5287705627655371857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/12/technical-difficulties.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/5287705627655371857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/5287705627655371857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/12/technical-difficulties.html' title='Technical difficulties'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-6598218393192087361</id><published>2010-12-01T00:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T00:31:35.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not nearly right.</title><content type='html'>Enough personal crap~ Let's hear some funny/ disturbing stories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a customer I've had both as the gas station attendant, and at the store;&lt;br /&gt;She's a regular, and terribly short of sight...&lt;br /&gt;As I've mentioned, in order for me to help a customer not scanning their own groceries, I need to take control of one of the 4 u-scan registers.  If they're all being used, I need to wait for one to be free before I can take care of said customer.  This doesn't always go over well.&lt;br /&gt;She came over one day with bottle return slips to be turned in for cash, and it was really busy. All the registers were being used, and I had lines, *and* there were two other people wanting my attention.  When she walked over, I had to tell her that it would be a few minutes before I could help her.  She *screamed* at me, "This is *FUC*ING* ridiculous!!!!!"  and stormed off to wait in the *longer* line at the customer service desk.&lt;br /&gt;That is not the funny, or scary part.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I was scheduled for the gas station, and guess who came wandering in.  (This is not the scary part)  I smiled, asked her how she was this gray and ugly day, and she smiled back, "Just fine thanks.  I need $10 on pump three please."  and proceeded to count out 10 singles, very slowly, holding her roll of bills *right up to her glasses*!!  It appeared she had no memory of being an A #1 bitch to me the day before. (Here comes the scary part)&lt;br /&gt;I lost sight of what was going on for a few minutes, helping other customers, and when I glanced back up to the monitor, she was GETTING INTO THE DRIVERS SEAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I frequently fear for my life on the road, simply because I have met, up close and personal, the people the DMV gives licenses to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man who twitches and blinks so that his eyes are closed more than they're open...  The woman that can't see the numbers on her cash unless it's 5 centimeters from her eyes...  I fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear mightily!  As usual folks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-6598218393192087361?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/6598218393192087361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/12/not-nearly-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/6598218393192087361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/6598218393192087361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/12/not-nearly-right.html' title='Not nearly right.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-1285536827560543808</id><published>2010-11-24T00:27:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T00:41:37.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again</title><content type='html'>So Turkey day is right around the corner!  Mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;We're pretty traditional when it comes to Holidays here.  This years menu is Turkey, asparagus, mashed potatoes, stuffing, peas (I think), my sisters very special biscuits, of course cranberry sauce and gravy, and for desert, pumpkin, peach, and coconut custard pies.  Screw tradition, I want my coconut custard pie! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't decorate anything for Christmas until dessert, and dishes are done, and we take most of the month to finish.  It's like tiny surprises each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm looking forward to is baking!           &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TOyj4WkO4xI/AAAAAAAAASE/7hm0AfpxDaY/s1600/cmas%2Bcook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TOyj4WkO4xI/AAAAAAAAASE/7hm0AfpxDaY/s320/cmas%2Bcook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542985429911790354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love getting messy and flour powdered with the fam damily and making dozens of different kinds of cookies!  Press cookies, drop cookies, sugar cookies, roll out dough using cookie cutters...   onandonandonandon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TOykfLRS6KI/AAAAAAAAASM/NC1n6Md3hTY/s1600/cmas%2Bcook2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TOykfLRS6KI/AAAAAAAAASM/NC1n6Md3hTY/s320/cmas%2Bcook2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542986096894470306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your favorite cookies to make?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING!  And as usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-1285536827560543808?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/1285536827560543808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/11/here-we-go-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/1285536827560543808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/1285536827560543808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/11/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TOyj4WkO4xI/AAAAAAAAASE/7hm0AfpxDaY/s72-c/cmas%2Bcook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-4962037819912396536</id><published>2010-11-16T22:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T22:25:26.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whimper</title><content type='html'>Okay, so, it seems it's time to pull out the credit cards, dust 'em off and hit the internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some freakin' reason, my body is rebelling against me.  Ever since I got off the antihistamines, I've had a crazy random pain of the day.  Read: No knitting, no crocheting, no crafting of any kind. ):  I'm lucky I don't pass out after putting the boys to sleep... errr, bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm being desperately amused by the show "Fact or Faked".  These people take themselves waaaaay too seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to gifts.  I'm very lucky  to not  have to distribute very many, but I like to make things, so that it's more personal.  My kids are my most difficult, especially now that they're getting older.  I was never a teenaged boy, nor did I grow up with any brothers.  I haven't got a clue what to do with them!&lt;br /&gt;Nintendo, here I come. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my crazy random pain today is in the area between my collarbone and neck, so I *need* to stop typing now.  Good luck with your Holiday shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-4962037819912396536?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/4962037819912396536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/11/whimper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/4962037819912396536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/4962037819912396536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/11/whimper.html' title='Whimper'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-6141499195791016612</id><published>2010-11-09T23:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T00:02:11.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TNok6iIvBSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/le2hGldZcus/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TNok6iIvBSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/le2hGldZcus/s320/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537779279819900194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, so. Apparently the one doctor had told them he didn't want me to go home, and when I went back to the ER the next day, (Oh yes I did)  He was expecting me, and admitted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TNokvX8WEzI/AAAAAAAAARs/zhwTbOcXvgQ/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TNokvX8WEzI/AAAAAAAAARs/zhwTbOcXvgQ/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537779088105018162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some kinda ugly huh?  I had these huge ugly yellow welts with red outlines all over my body!  Ye that's one at the corner of my eye, and the entire other eye was like a target! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day I haven't taken some kind of  antihistamine, and it was probably a bad idea.  Then, because I haven't been miserable enough, boy #1 has given me his cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I have slept more in the past 2 weeks, than I have in the past 2 years!  I have managed to get absolutely NOTHING done in these past 2 weeks.  And tonight isn't going to be any different.  Time for a pretty pink pill, and sleepytime!  Hopefully, this next week will see me feeling better and back on track! &lt;br /&gt;As usual folks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-6141499195791016612?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/6141499195791016612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/11/ugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/6141499195791016612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/6141499195791016612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/11/ugh.html' title='Ugh!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TNok6iIvBSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/le2hGldZcus/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-4441520592230370925</id><published>2010-10-27T23:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T00:06:04.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Allergies.</title><content type='html'>All my life, I've been the lucky one, no allergies to anything except mosquito bites, and let's face it, it's pretty rare to *not* have an allergic reaction to a mosquito bite!  About a decade ago, I found out the hard way, that I'm allergic to Morphine.  Fine, I try to avoid situations that would cause me to need Morphine anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I found out, that it's possible to get an allergic reaction to an infection.  Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with a painful itchy bump on my inner wrist.  By the time I got home from work, I had what looked like mosquito or flea bites on my hips, and my scalp was itchy.  By bedtime, one of my eyelids was swollen, and my chin was twice the size it used to be.  When I woke up this morning, I could barely use my hands it hurt so much, and I had marks all over my thighs, upper arms, and my other eye was also swollen.  Sooo, off to the ER we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is something you'd really like to avoid...  getting Benadryl  injected directly into a vein. OWOWOWOWOWOW!&lt;br /&gt;I walked in the ER at @8:45 am, and didn't get to leave until nearly 2pm! Why is it some people can go in to the ER and get out in 2 hours or less, but any time I go, there are only 2 doctors, and 5 emergency emergencies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who's bright idea was it to make those beds so damn uncomfortable?!  Like people in the ER aren't already uncomfortable enough?  At least we have cable.  Of course the doses of meds they gave me knocked me out, so I didn't get to enjoy most of that either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to find a way to post this as funny, but seeing as how I'm still kinda itchy, and really sleepy, I gots nothin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be careful out there, if I had gone in last night instead of trying to sleep it off, I might not have been so incredibly uncomfortable when I woke up this morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual folks,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-4441520592230370925?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/4441520592230370925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/10/allergies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/4441520592230370925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/4441520592230370925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/10/allergies.html' title='Allergies.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-6516666071116206996</id><published>2010-10-19T22:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T23:26:14.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oy Vei!</title><content type='html'>So, suddenly it's October, and I realize that I barely did a thing since January about knitting.  *SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;I did finish a project that was *supposed* to be done last fall/winter, but, well, we won't go into my life last fall. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TL5bb7ASaNI/AAAAAAAAARk/vI3aYNd8huw/s1600/008.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TL5bb7ASaNI/AAAAAAAAARk/vI3aYNd8huw/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TL5bb7ASaNI/AAAAAAAAARk/vI3aYNd8huw/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529957927711041746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a whole pile of things to accomplish in too small an amount of time.  Including 3 sweaters, a bunch of plushies, and stars and snowflakes. (I love making those, fast and easy, and terribly cute!)  I'm hoping to find the glowy yarn again this year for the stars, simply because I think it's awesome that your crocheted stars glow at night. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already started 2 of the sweaters, one of which is really easy, so I hope it goes fast.  One of the plushie patterns is killing me.  I don't believe for a minute that the picture of the completed project, came from the pattern given for it!  Bastids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully the series I'm reading hit a dull book, so I've been able to get some stuff done (:  (crazy! Just crazy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I *reallyreallyreally* want to make this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cutoutandkeep.net/projects/marvin_plushie"&gt;http://www.cutoutandkeep.net/projects/marvin_plushie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that'll just have to wait 'till after the Holidays. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to start thinking gifts folks! And as usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TL5bb7ASaNI/AAAAAAAAARk/vI3aYNd8huw/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-6516666071116206996?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/6516666071116206996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/10/oy-vei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/6516666071116206996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/6516666071116206996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/10/oy-vei.html' title='Oy Vei!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TL5bb7ASaNI/AAAAAAAAARk/vI3aYNd8huw/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-5367996015323015048</id><published>2010-10-13T00:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T19:41:26.507-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Irresponsibility</title><content type='html'>I have so many pet peeves, I could start a zoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you shop, and you bring your child, please watch said child, either by actually keeping your eyes on them, or by restraining them in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One woman was so busy arguing the price of an item, that was clearly marked on the shelf, that she wasn't watching her 3 or 4 year old when she took a candy bar from the shelf and started stomping on it... When it was good and mashed she handed it to her mother, who promptly yelled "NO" and put it on the shelf.  My only idea, is maybe the kid thought by destroying it, mom would have to buy it.  Unfortunately 4 year olds aren't too good at putting actions to words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TLU268yn7jI/AAAAAAAAARc/GJ_lgUEgE1g/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TLU268yn7jI/AAAAAAAAARc/GJ_lgUEgE1g/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527384504045923890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a giggle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A customer had 2 re-usable bags, and was very insistent that I know he had them, and how important he thought it was to reduce the amount of paper and plastic "shopping sacks" as he called them.&lt;br /&gt;Then I watched him scan his items...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole refrigerated chicken,&lt;br /&gt;in a plastic produce bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of bananas,&lt;br /&gt;in a plastic produce bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of carrots,&lt;br /&gt;in a plastic produce bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... I kid you not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quart of milk,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guessed it ~&lt;br /&gt;in a plastic produce bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single item he bought, was wrapped in a plastic produce bag!  Yes folks, the bag you carry it home in is evil, but the rest of them are fine. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat is outta the bag folks, and as usual,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-5367996015323015048?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/5367996015323015048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/10/irresponsibility.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/5367996015323015048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/5367996015323015048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/10/irresponsibility.html' title='Irresponsibility'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TLU268yn7jI/AAAAAAAAARc/GJ_lgUEgE1g/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-3519084280317280842</id><published>2010-10-06T00:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T01:39:11.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Head shakin'</title><content type='html'>Now, this may sound sad to some, but I can't imagine ever being surprised about anything.  Things, behaviors, they used to surprise me, but now I just expect it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis the season for planting mums.  We sell quite a lot of them. The other day, a woman walked in carrying one, and asked me to ring her up for 6 more, and could someone come help her load them into her car?  So I called the cart kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rang up all her mums, and he showed up, and I explained what was needed, and he said, "Sure! Is your car already there, or should I wait by the display?" She turned to him and said, "No, it's there.  Grab that and let's go."  (Talking about the plant she had carried in) REALLY?  Could you be a bit more rude? Only 2 people took offense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is a rule that I never quite understood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have 4 U-scan registers.  When I help a customer, I need to commandeer one of them.  And it never fails.  If there are no customers on the machines, and I take one to use, someone will invariably walk up and try to use *that* one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another customer had rung up all her groceries, and then her credit card wouldn't work, she carried her stuff over to me, and said, "I need to run home for some money, I'll leave these here, but I'm taking the chicken home, because it needs to be refrigerated."  Really? Umm, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a life note.  Son #2 is looking to flunk out of school.  IQ of 120 something, and he's failing.  GRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm terribly disappointed in SYFY this season. They've completely ruined my Friday nights, SGU is not as good as it was last season, and I truly, truly, hate wrestling. ):  I'm not a channel surfer, I hate having to switch channels all the time. I used to pop on 29 and be entertained all night long, now, I have to go to shows on other stations then back, then another station for 2 shows, and back, it's annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, It's not my biggest complaint in life, but it is one of the more annoying ones. (: So as usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-3519084280317280842?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/3519084280317280842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/10/head-shakin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/3519084280317280842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/3519084280317280842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/10/head-shakin.html' title='Head shakin&apos;'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-973621322632508669</id><published>2010-09-29T00:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T00:43:55.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops!</title><content type='html'>Almost missed it!  I forgot today was Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.  I may have mentioned that I'm a bibliophile, you know, in passing.  I love reading! LOVELOVELOVE!  And books.  I don't hold with touching the corner of a hand-held video game to "turn the page".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister has addicted me to a new series, (may she rot for it![Love ya sis!]) and it's pretty far off from what I usually read, but not quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all vampires, and lycanthropes, and ghoulies.  Not usually my cup of tea, but it's written like one of my other favorite series by James Patterson~ it's main character is an animator/ vampire slayer. But they make it more mystery~ish, than an actual vampire book.  It's hard to describe, but I'm so frikken HOOKED! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Not A Good Thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have *things* to do... Like go to work, feed the kids, Blog (8~D) and get moving on Holiday gifts...&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to ruin the surprise, but I'm going to be working on an older pattern I have for my goodies this year!  I can't wait to post pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a quickie from work... just so you can have a swift giggle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[customer]; *scans pack of lighters*&lt;br /&gt;[me] *not really paying attention*&lt;br /&gt;[customer] "Miss?  Take these off my order, I don't buy anything that requires me to show ID"&lt;br /&gt;[me] ... ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week! And as usual,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-973621322632508669?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/973621322632508669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/09/oops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/973621322632508669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/973621322632508669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/09/oops.html' title='Oops!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-8719774597501005425</id><published>2010-09-24T01:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T01:12:47.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!</title><content type='html'>So, I drop in now and again, (because at 1 am I'm SERIOUSLY bored, but barely sleepy) just for a peek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't have many followers.  But today I drop in and I have 6 in the past 24 hours! Six people that took time out of their busy day, just to see my silly blog?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TJwzFlGglDI/AAAAAAAAARU/FgvM-90K9C8/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TJwzFlGglDI/AAAAAAAAARU/FgvM-90K9C8/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520343414201160754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm shocked!  I started this as a way to fill up some empty time slots, then I didn't wanna be one of those that only rants twice and walks away. Now, I'm enjoying it, and I hope you are too.  So just a quick post to say "Thanks so much!" And as usual,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-8719774597501005425?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/8719774597501005425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/09/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/8719774597501005425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/8719774597501005425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/09/wow.html' title='WOW!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TJwzFlGglDI/AAAAAAAAARU/FgvM-90K9C8/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-8859493091080761241</id><published>2010-09-22T00:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T01:03:32.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Geekish joy</title><content type='html'>For the record, I am a Scifi junkie.  Not an addict, because addicts seem to have a need to know about things. I'm a junkie, because I don't care who wrote, starred, or directed, just so long as I get my fix. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having serious issues with syfy.  What's the deal?  It was bad enough when they added wrestling to their lineup, I actually watched for about 20 minutes waiting to see something cool.  It's just plain old, redneck soap opera, wrestling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they had to change their name, or at least the spelling.  Again, WTH?!  Why did they feel this was something important to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they want to add *another* wrestling show?  Can someone please tell me WTF *WRESTLING* has to do with the sci-fi genre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside, SGU is back, which bears almost no resemblance to the Stargate series at all. But still is ok.  And Sanctuary, which I've been very impatiently waiting for. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tvsquad.com/2010/08/19/syfy-announces-fall-schedule/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.tvsquad.com/2010/08/19/syfy-announces-fall-schedule/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SO gonna miss Warehouse 13 though.  Bye, bye Steampunky goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, I may not get a post up, unless it's to comment on the 2 premiers! (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I continue to take notes on my very unusual customers, and am going a mile a minute on all the projects I have going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-8859493091080761241?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/8859493091080761241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/09/geekish-joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/8859493091080761241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/8859493091080761241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/09/geekish-joy.html' title='Geekish joy'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-2452738171590121932</id><published>2010-09-15T00:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T01:06:52.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Conspiracy Theory</title><content type='html'>Hello again, 2 weeks in a row!  I'm on a roll now! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is also about a regular customer, only this time, in the store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an older woman, she appears to have started down the Hippie Dippie trail, but lost her way.  In all the years I've waited on her, The first time she didn't have any issues with her  order was this past Monday.  Miracle of miracles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, she had bought a bunch of stuff off the clearance rack, and if you've ever even looked at that rack, you know that people have a tendency to pick things up, look at them, and then just plop it back down any old where.  So this woman had grabbed a bunch of stuff, and wanted to pay the price that was on the shelf where she got it, rather than the prices that were clearly marked on the items.  2 managers, 20 minutes, and several arguments, and trips to the rack later, she was finally gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most recent issue she had was a couple weeks ago when she wanted to buy a 6 pack of beer.  It's NYS policy, and store policy, to ID anyone, and everyone in a group.  So when she scanned her beer, the machine wouldn't let her scan anything else until she showed me her ID.  I then type the DOB into the order, and it clears the machine for the next item to be scanned.  After 5 minutes of arguing with me that she shouldn't need to show her ID as she was clearly Old Enough, she finally handed it over, with a huge, put-upon sigh.  As I took it from her and began to type in her DOB, she yelled, "What are you doing?!?!"   I told her I needed to enter the date into the computer to clear her machine.  "No, nevermind!  Take it off, no one needs to know my information!"&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?!  You'd think I'd asked for her SSN and mothers maiden name along with, not to mention the license  number! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have customers that won't use the savings card because "the government doesn't need to know what I'm buying".  Because the government has nothing to do better than finding out how many men buy tampons and milk in the same order right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the days you go home, hug your kids, and have a stiff drink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of kids, now that the first week of the last kids to start school is over, I hope all you parents out there got at least one days rest! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week, and as usual,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-2452738171590121932?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/2452738171590121932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/09/conspiracy-theory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/2452738171590121932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/2452738171590121932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/09/conspiracy-theory.html' title='Conspiracy Theory'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-898413739055984584</id><published>2010-09-08T00:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T00:22:55.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it!</title><content type='html'>So, to start out this new beginning, I'm going to start with telling you about one of my favorite regular customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call her the Homeless Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman is certifiably nuts.  Not violent, or in any behavioral way really. But one look at her and you know she's not just a few fries, but an entire package of fries, short of a Happy Meal.  The first thing you notice about her, is her hair.  I'm sure at one time it was beautiful and luxurious, but now it's a sad matted rats nest on top of her head. Seriously, the bravest hairdresser in the world would just sigh and say, "Pass me the buzzers."&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, she's filthy.  Absolutely filthy.  Think old movie, street urchin, dirty.  And her clothes are a wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!  And here is the kicker,  She is the sweetest customer I have.  She comes in, and smiles at me. Not a crazy, stalker, "Ima gonna chop off body parts" smile, but a very sweet, kind of shy smile.  She usually mumbles a "Hi" on her way past the counter.  Every time she comes in, she gets a cup of hot water, pays 15 cents for the cup, and thanks me and leaves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way she walks.  She walks as if she hasn't got a care in the world, and she's very purposeful in her strides. Very confident, with her head held high.  She amazes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have categories of homeless in this town, useful, useless, and scared.  I fully believe she's in the scared category.  The useful choose to be homeless.  They often have jobs, but no use for civilization.  The useless are the drunks and other addicts that have been booted out of shelters, and the scared just can't cope with places like homes, and shelters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a slow ease into this whole "regular" thing.  Some posts may be impossibly long (just a warning) because of the situation, others just a few sentences.  But fate has gifted me with a wealth of material in the form of retail service. so stay tuned folks, and as usual,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-898413739055984584?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/898413739055984584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-did-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/898413739055984584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/898413739055984584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-did-it.html' title='I did it!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-6065525088702419423</id><published>2010-08-31T22:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T22:38:55.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We appologise for the inconvenience</title><content type='html'>*Snicker*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.  I decided to take this into an entirely, (well, okay, not so much) different direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run into so many characters in my job that I thought it would be fun to share them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is part failblog, part Not Always Right, part Poorly Dressed.com, and mostly, seriously random geeky catchphrases, and references.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This in no way means that I will no longer have Eeyore moments, or cute kitties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does however mean that I will be trying a lot harder to make this a less random, and more "weekly" type of thing.  How's Tuesday work for you?  Well, probably Wednesday by the time anyone gets to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TH28aPntQHI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/L5GDdXv8XDI/s1600/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TH28aPntQHI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/L5GDdXv8XDI/s320/046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511768678027051122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-6065525088702419423?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/6065525088702419423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-appologise-for-inconvenience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/6065525088702419423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/6065525088702419423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-appologise-for-inconvenience.html' title='We appologise for the inconvenience'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TH28aPntQHI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/L5GDdXv8XDI/s72-c/046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-6924387131086729517</id><published>2010-07-05T22:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T22:57:34.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*SIGH*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TDKYJr11LJI/AAAAAAAAAQs/MJV5eJOOkrg/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TDKYJr11LJI/AAAAAAAAAQs/MJV5eJOOkrg/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490618187872808082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, so, cute kitties again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am ashamed.  Yes, I am a slacker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TDKYI98ZimI/AAAAAAAAAQk/R60ZwEQhV-g/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TDKYI98ZimI/AAAAAAAAAQk/R60ZwEQhV-g/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490618175552326242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But look, I make up for it don't I? Do you see Monas face here?!  Murder I tell ya! MURDER!  I think she's a little sick of the flash.  I see bloody toes in my future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TDKYHcDlEOI/AAAAAAAAAQc/264xcyNWUB0/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TDKYHcDlEOI/AAAAAAAAAQc/264xcyNWUB0/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490618149275767010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOOK!  Levitating kitty!  LOL!  Seriously, I need to get out more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole life revolves around this house, and my job, and, well... *teeny-tiny voice* facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it amazing that I can talk to someone for half an hour, with both of us hysterical laughing, and yet when I sit down to type, I can't remember a single word.  I have a regular customer that tells me I should quit my job and become a comedian.  _REALLY_?!?!  I think not.  I'd get up on stage and go completely blank... Kinda like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really take notes at work as ammunition for this blog, but hell, half the time you can find any situation I find myself in, here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://notalwaysright.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore this blog! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, go giggle a while, that should keep you until next time! (:  And as usual,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-6924387131086729517?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/6924387131086729517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/07/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/6924387131086729517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/6924387131086729517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/07/sigh.html' title='*SIGH*'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TDKYJr11LJI/AAAAAAAAAQs/MJV5eJOOkrg/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-1641179498772528575</id><published>2010-06-09T23:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T00:25:27.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant part deux</title><content type='html'>Okay, really, I understand the self check out is a scary thing. But IS IT SO HARD TO FOLLOW DIRECTIONS?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;deep breath=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's Ithaca Festival time, and we all trooped over to downtown Ithaca to see the show. *SNICKER!*  It didn't hurt that son #1 was in the parade... aaaaall the way at the end of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your viewing amazement:&lt;/deep&gt;&lt;deep breath=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/deep&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l0kkRKW8mfo" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l0kkRKW8m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;fo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;Sorry about the lack of movement, but we were at the end of the route, and well, the horses kinda left a deposit in the middle of the street on their way out, so, there was a bit of a back up, and the cars couldn't really move much.  But the name says everything you need to know about this area... "The Volvo Ballet".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or how about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZEFjcDnIZTk" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZEFjcDnIZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;deep breath=""&gt;Okay, I'm trying to not be a slacker anymore... So as usual,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for noticing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps... &lt;/deep&gt;One last apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;deep breath=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/deep&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TBBnhUhrm4I/AAAAAAAAAQU/ue7FZjDEwN8/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TBBnhUhrm4I/AAAAAAAAAQU/ue7FZjDEwN8/s320/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480994568653216642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;deep breath=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Owner/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/deep&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-1641179498772528575?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/1641179498772528575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/06/rant-part-deux.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/1641179498772528575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/1641179498772528575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/06/rant-part-deux.html' title='Rant part deux'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/TBBnhUhrm4I/AAAAAAAAAQU/ue7FZjDEwN8/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-69151996257899607</id><published>2010-05-27T07:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T07:30:32.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S_5WvKa2-MI/AAAAAAAAAQE/XAq_rZHmJvg/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 105px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S_5WvKa2-MI/AAAAAAAAAQE/XAq_rZHmJvg/s200/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475909565179951298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S_5VpaX5NrI/AAAAAAAAAP0/v2SsWOZCUZg/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S_5VpaX5NrI/AAAAAAAAAP0/v2SsWOZCUZg/s200/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475908366871639730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S_5WE6r5snI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WBNlmZ2umsg/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S_5WE6r5snI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WBNlmZ2umsg/s200/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475908839401960050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, okay, here are the cute kitties, in apology for being a blog slacker again!  I promise to have a real post up very soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, every time I think I have a free moment, I don't.  And I wouldn't be so cruel as to try to post when I _do_ have free moments, because, well, I'm usually half asleep at those times, and no one wants to know what my mind is like at that point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sticking with me, and as usual,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-69151996257899607?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/69151996257899607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/05/okay-okay-here-are-cute-kitties-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/69151996257899607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/69151996257899607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/05/okay-okay-here-are-cute-kitties-in.html' title='&lt;sigh&gt;'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S_5WvKa2-MI/AAAAAAAAAQE/XAq_rZHmJvg/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-5016661952087789810</id><published>2010-05-14T08:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T08:40:14.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S-1Cy26s5vI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aeIGW2qEZZY/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S-1Cy26s5vI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aeIGW2qEZZY/s200/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471102563827640050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S-1CyoynjkI/AAAAAAAAAPk/FRNEVp42G9E/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S-1CyoynjkI/AAAAAAAAAPk/FRNEVp42G9E/s200/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471102560035638850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey look!  It's spring!  I love this place!  Mow the lawn, have the dandelions pop up, then mow again. LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S-1CyRp5GkI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qeqhGkVrZ8Q/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S-1CyRp5GkI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qeqhGkVrZ8Q/s200/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471102553825024578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S-1Cx95vgkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/JwbZ0v0Ajr8/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S-1Cx95vgkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/JwbZ0v0Ajr8/s200/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471102548522795586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We keep forgetting what the yellow one is called, swamp something or other.  And an oh, so, fleeting lilac bloom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's possible to change your whole outlook on, well, _everything_!  As long as you do it a bit at a time.  I didn't get all my bad habits all at once, so what makes me think I can get rid of them all at once?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see change on the horizon!  Think Spring! (LOL!) And as usual dear reader...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-5016661952087789810?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/5016661952087789810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/05/spring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/5016661952087789810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/5016661952087789810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/05/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S-1Cy26s5vI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aeIGW2qEZZY/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-5278234844682852283</id><published>2010-05-07T22:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T23:03:49.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WTH?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S-TPGqZX3jI/AAAAAAAAAPM/TKNYfHfj6OY/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S-TPGqZX3jI/AAAAAAAAAPM/TKNYfHfj6OY/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468723560901500466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S-TNCqPlubI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Ilx75qKKrow/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S-TNCqPlubI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Ilx75qKKrow/s200/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468721293117733298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the day Mother Nature forgot what time it was!  60* out, and snow!  What was she thinking? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, they're talking snow on Mothers Day!  Tis fine though,  We shall be hitting Little Tree (you remember them right?) again for fun and music with my friends Technicolor Trailerpark!  They are so much fun!  (Really, look them up on fb, check out their song "Suicidal Bunnies" you'll laugh til you cry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sun, rain, or snow, To all you mommies, (and male mommies!) Have a happy, happy Mothers Day Sunday!  And as usual,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-5278234844682852283?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/5278234844682852283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/05/wth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/5278234844682852283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/5278234844682852283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/05/wth.html' title='WTH?!?!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S-TPGqZX3jI/AAAAAAAAAPM/TKNYfHfj6OY/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-1685768945922943886</id><published>2010-04-29T09:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T09:41:39.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettin' back on track</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S9mKpOxINNI/AAAAAAAAAO8/5OnBi0ubGgs/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S9mKpOxINNI/AAAAAAAAAO8/5OnBi0ubGgs/s200/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465552063734232274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is me now-ish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not pretty!  (also a pretty bad pic) Far cry from that pretty profile pic over there----&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Long story short, I was on pain meds for a few months and they affect me pretty badly... I fell out of a lot of good habits, and back into a lot of bad ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, the damage I did to my hair last year!  So this fall, when the stylist asked, "So, you want me to cut out all the damage?"  I said, "Uh, _yeah_!" snip, snip, BAM!  I was scalped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson Learned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter is a pretty apathetic time for most people, and I'm no exception, but, new spring, new me... I'm gonna get back on track, and kick some serious apathy butt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck! And as usual...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-1685768945922943886?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/1685768945922943886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/04/gettin-back-on-track.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/1685768945922943886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/1685768945922943886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/04/gettin-back-on-track.html' title='Gettin&apos; back on track'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S9mKpOxINNI/AAAAAAAAAO8/5OnBi0ubGgs/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-4138830751846674983</id><published>2010-04-25T07:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T07:45:23.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S9QpfgizSzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/9Zw06Qu2hJo/s1600/fuzzy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S9QpfgizSzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/9Zw06Qu2hJo/s200/fuzzy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464037869195840306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my baby back!  I can't tell you how broken my heart was, that it was in the shop!  If someone had told me 18 months ago that I'd have such feelings for a silly machine, I'd have laughed in their faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have to get with my geeky friends to find out how to pull the info off my old, sick, hard drive.  I thought I backed something up that I didn't, and I _really_ want it. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm generally technophobic, so I won't try anything without help.  But really, you'd think their eyes would pop outta their heads from rolling them around so much... Or is that only when they're talking to me?  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, until more pics are downloaded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-4138830751846674983?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/4138830751846674983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/04/yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/4138830751846674983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/4138830751846674983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/04/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S9QpfgizSzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/9Zw06Qu2hJo/s72-c/fuzzy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-8612939312563974491</id><published>2010-04-11T20:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T20:56:41.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S8Jt7RTNk-I/AAAAAAAAAOs/_sG755ZgBkE/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S8Jt7RTNk-I/AAAAAAAAAOs/_sG755ZgBkE/s200/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459046563350156258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S8JtlVbZPKI/AAAAAAAAAOk/aGxPZhQYRjY/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S8JtlVbZPKI/AAAAAAAAAOk/aGxPZhQYRjY/s200/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459046186501094562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S8Jtb7B37_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/UyRVgFmwISc/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S8Jtb7B37_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/UyRVgFmwISc/s200/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459046024795910130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring has sprung!  Weeds, robin red- breasts, and snow drops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;OPEN WINDOWS BABY!  Love it!  You know, as much as I love the smell of the foods we cook, somehow, the fresh air smells so much better! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we had a sap- sucker on the deck, (a largish woodpecker), and Thursday, there were 2 Pilieated Woodpeckers in the swamp, suckers are more than a foot tall! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning a small herd of deer were on _this_ side of the creek...  SO cute!  3 babies, an older one, and 2 adults.  Of course a car chased them away  before I had the chance to grab the camera. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, better luck next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the warm!  And as usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-8612939312563974491?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/8612939312563974491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-has-sprung-weeds-robin-red.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/8612939312563974491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/8612939312563974491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-has-sprung-weeds-robin-red.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S8Jt7RTNk-I/AAAAAAAAAOs/_sG755ZgBkE/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-2543638733845346584</id><published>2010-03-31T18:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T19:08:43.797-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow!  After a week of mild, if not beautiful weather, this is what we have to deal with... Ice over running water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S7PTOGp5zYI/AAAAAAAAAN4/go1GKIzr4QA/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S7PTOGp5zYI/AAAAAAAAAN4/go1GKIzr4QA/s200/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454935812933799298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S7PS_BuVyVI/AAAAAAAAANw/uNjilGF52MM/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S7PS_BuVyVI/AAAAAAAAANw/uNjilGF52MM/s200/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454935553912195410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this cool? the mist from the mini fall turned into icicles in the dead weeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S7PTv9URZTI/AAAAAAAAAOA/YMUeVRw3eGg/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S7PTv9URZTI/AAAAAAAAAOA/YMUeVRw3eGg/s200/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454936394542703922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And it's weather like that, that produces masterpieces, (masterpi?) like this.. Mmmm, Pina Colada cake!  Both boys helped make, and there really was a minimum of stress.  AMAZING! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, happiness and joy! We are supposed to get shorts weather this weekend! Woohoo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun swinging with Mother Nature! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-2543638733845346584?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/2543638733845346584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/03/wow-after-week-of-mild-if-not-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/2543638733845346584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/2543638733845346584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/03/wow-after-week-of-mild-if-not-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S7PTOGp5zYI/AAAAAAAAAN4/go1GKIzr4QA/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-6341963991810771355</id><published>2010-03-21T23:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T23:44:32.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Son #1!</title><content type='html'>Okay, trying something new... Please let me know if it worked! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my son #1, he came in 2nd place all around for the green belts in his first ever tournament!  He has been taking Ton su do (spelled phonetically!) for a little over a year now, and he's on his last stripe for green belt... Next stop, Red belt! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just adore the "mad" scrunchy face he makes when he hits those 3 boards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1359770708407"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1359770708407" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he has nothing to say about it!  Modest too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-6341963991810771355?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/6341963991810771355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/03/son-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/6341963991810771355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/6341963991810771355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/03/son-1.html' title='Son #1!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-6527086250120390876</id><published>2010-02-28T23:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T23:47:30.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No new pics</title><content type='html'>Oy!  Having technical issues here, SORRY!  I keep getting warning thingies, telling me 2 of my drives are failing, so I need to take my laptop in while it's still under warantee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to be perfectly clear that I'm NOT slacking this time!  8~D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime,  D-dasha's bizarre behavior has been explained.  She has fleas! Not many to be sure, but she is apparently allergic.  3 days into her kitty claritin, and she's back to being, well, a cat. Oh well. *snicker*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo... I _will_ be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-6527086250120390876?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/6527086250120390876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-new-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/6527086250120390876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/6527086250120390876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-new-pics.html' title='No new pics'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-6015133132674696860</id><published>2010-02-16T22:25:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:49:03.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S3tkwC91vaI/AAAAAAAAANg/WYwq5oWd5Ow/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S3tkwC91vaI/AAAAAAAAANg/WYwq5oWd5Ow/s200/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439051751572749730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S3tjS2KJPlI/AAAAAAAAANI/HGwam32DZU0/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S3tjS2KJPlI/AAAAAAAAANI/HGwam32DZU0/s200/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439050150406864466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S3tkL-aeCZI/AAAAAAAAANY/IGv5WcbSG30/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S3tkL-aeCZI/AAAAAAAAANY/IGv5WcbSG30/s200/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439051131875363218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S3tjwE9WtcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/pXRx0t94FyA/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S3tjwE9WtcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/pXRx0t94FyA/s200/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439050652595959234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S3tizGOBnMI/AAAAAAAAANA/mg4O2PMU0U0/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S3tizGOBnMI/AAAAAAAAANA/mg4O2PMU0U0/s200/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439049604962294978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S3tiMZDyobI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mlSjThKoGjc/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S3tiMZDyobI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mlSjThKoGjc/s200/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439048940004745650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it occurred to me that although my Blog is called "For the Love of Eeyore",  I haven't actually posted anything about him!  These are pics from around my bedroom... My ceiling fan, my closet door, My Eeyore knick knacks.  These don't even cover all the Eeyore themed clothes, pj's, and sweatshirts I have!  He may not be an obsession, but I'm certainly a fan! LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S3tl8b6AAPI/AAAAAAAAANo/edq7Etb7gM0/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S3tl8b6AAPI/AAAAAAAAANo/edq7Etb7gM0/s200/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439053063937589490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think? Should Ddasha Ddarlin' have her own fb page? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget your giggle today! And as usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-6015133132674696860?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/6015133132674696860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/6015133132674696860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/6015133132674696860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-now.html' title='Hey Now!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S3tkwC91vaI/AAAAAAAAANg/WYwq5oWd5Ow/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-3540198644602146447</id><published>2010-02-08T21:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:09:56.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S3DNiz-9ojI/AAAAAAAAAMw/NqXF3fttoW4/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S3DNiz-9ojI/AAAAAAAAAMw/NqXF3fttoW4/s200/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436070748189729330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S3DMX9ZnxXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/pYIDorRtD2E/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S3DMX9ZnxXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/pYIDorRtD2E/s200/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436069462227273074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've said it before, I'll say it again.  I'm a horrible blog updater! (Do the cute kitties give me some points?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, crazy, life always gettin' in the way! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a family crisis.  My favorite cousin, (sorry to any other cousins that may be reading) was really sick, but he's well on the way to good health now. YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to catch up on projects left alone too long.  Sweeping up the shrapnel that I have left strewn across my life.  One step at a time.  One smile at a time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-dasha is still behaving bizarrely.  Continues to find unusual places to sleep, and sit.  Just this morning, I was toasting a bagel for myself.  I use a small cutting board to cut, and shmear the bagel, I turned to put the stupid thing in the toaster, and when I turned back around, she had her front paws on the board crouching over it... so I tilted it up onto the cream cheese container... SHE STILL TRIED TO GET ON IT!  You would have wet yourself watching her scuttle around in circles on the kitchen island trying to find something to _be_ on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sad, sad, life!  And as usual,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-3540198644602146447?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/3540198644602146447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/02/sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/3540198644602146447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/3540198644602146447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/02/sorry.html' title='Sorry!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S3DNiz-9ojI/AAAAAAAAAMw/NqXF3fttoW4/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-913888179619827863</id><published>2010-01-16T12:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T13:14:39.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S1IACEb2jbI/AAAAAAAAAMg/GQVvN3uYY6s/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S1IACEb2jbI/AAAAAAAAAMg/GQVvN3uYY6s/s200/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427400536485170610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S1H_lv_Tw2I/AAAAAAAAAMY/nTRKf12JNk8/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S1H_lv_Tw2I/AAAAAAAAAMY/nTRKf12JNk8/s200/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427400049960403810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, I think I might have gotten this right this time! Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to start off this post with something I actually finished (Yay!)  I don't paint much, and when I do it's usually something fairly simple... This was easy as pie and came out SO cute!  It's a footstool, I use it for my laptop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S1H_bZ3uKLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9ts1mpP4BmQ/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S1H_bZ3uKLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9ts1mpP4BmQ/s200/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427399872224307378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S1H-_vUx06I/AAAAAAAAAMI/jk-7E8T1p7A/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S1H-_vUx06I/AAAAAAAAAMI/jk-7E8T1p7A/s200/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427399396946989986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rest of these are from our 2 weeks of non- stop snow.  It's not that it snowed hard all the time, or was a light snow that gradually covered the place, it's that it almost never stopped!  Sometimes hard, sometimes light, sometimes it even stopped for an hour or so, but that was rare..  I wish the snowflake pic had come out better... We don't actually get singles up here, usually it's several flakes intertwined, or these odd pellet type flakes... A common refrain around the house is "It's styrofoaming again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least the deer had fun with it!  I really do love these guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, strap your skis on, and as usual,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-913888179619827863?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/913888179619827863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/01/okay-i-think-i-might-have-gotten-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/913888179619827863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/913888179619827863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/01/okay-i-think-i-might-have-gotten-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S1IACEb2jbI/AAAAAAAAAMg/GQVvN3uYY6s/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-8704907795933206485</id><published>2010-01-08T22:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T23:13:25.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S0gAF1tZxgI/AAAAAAAAAMA/1_a6-iAMo0Y/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S0gAF1tZxgI/AAAAAAAAAMA/1_a6-iAMo0Y/s200/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424585851484620290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S0f_VzrpLZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ESN7YtKWbvQ/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S0f_VzrpLZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ESN7YtKWbvQ/s200/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424585026306649490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S0f-xLbSiNI/AAAAAAAAALw/ZVhDvgSDygU/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S0f-xLbSiNI/AAAAAAAAALw/ZVhDvgSDygU/s200/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424584397025347794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S0f-I2VHInI/AAAAAAAAALo/oXliOsz7QII/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S0f-I2VHInI/AAAAAAAAALo/oXliOsz7QII/s200/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424583704167522930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S0f9ZJUwlTI/AAAAAAAAALg/fvpMNjnyaEs/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S0f9ZJUwlTI/AAAAAAAAALg/fvpMNjnyaEs/s200/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424582884632597810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the girls are still enjoying their gifts... Dasha, as usual, ran the show... The little ham!  They were sleeping Oh so peacefully, before the boys woke up that is! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mona came to investigate, but quickly left.  She doesn't do crowds.&lt;br /&gt;Dasha had to test each thing, just to make sure it was right... Squeeky mouse, squeeks? good!  Scratch pads for the scratcher?  Good working order!  LMAO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one got new collars, in color order, (pink for Lady Mona Twitchalot, black, or royal purple for Her Royal Hinie, D-dasha D-darlin, green for princess Mystique) and new mice to chase around... Kept in reserve for when they lose the first string!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitten however, not so much with the Christmas vibe... That's her tail!  POUFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a wonderful holiday season, and I hope all your gifts are in good working order! 8~D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-8704907795933206485?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/8704907795933206485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-girls-are-still-enjoying-their-gifts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/8704907795933206485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/8704907795933206485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-girls-are-still-enjoying-their-gifts.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/S0gAF1tZxgI/AAAAAAAAAMA/1_a6-iAMo0Y/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-6017574568978987528</id><published>2009-12-31T13:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:46:09.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too many pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SzzvBHtVsUI/AAAAAAAAALY/y4gBPCQ_tnk/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SzzvBHtVsUI/AAAAAAAAALY/y4gBPCQ_tnk/s200/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421470853975355714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;  I hate putting pics up... I never get it quite right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Why on earth is it underlined?!  Oh well... so this is my sis, "son #3", and son #2, setting up the tree, which came out beautiful again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SzzvAeOwdVI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ubNfkWJEJao/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SzzvAeOwdVI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ubNfkWJEJao/s200/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421470842841232722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Even Rub-a-dub- dolly is geared up for the season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SzzvAHon47I/AAAAAAAAALI/2FZPvcaVWGQ/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SzzvAHon47I/AAAAAAAAALI/2FZPvcaVWGQ/s200/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421470836775707570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   These are the snowflakes I was working on.  I love them!  I want to make them every year now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have SO many pics, and I guess I'll just go in order... Next time, "A kitty Christmas"  Stay tuned! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had an awesome Holiday season!  I know I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye 2009, hello 2010!  May all the best things happen for you this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-6017574568978987528?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/6017574568978987528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-many-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/6017574568978987528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/6017574568978987528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-many-pics.html' title='Too many pics!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SzzvBHtVsUI/AAAAAAAAALY/y4gBPCQ_tnk/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-6739464556234237271</id><published>2009-12-17T00:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:52:57.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a quickie, I swear I haven't forgotten you, and there'll be a ton of pics later, But I'm workin' my fingers to the bone to finish off these gifts! &lt;br /&gt;I have more stars, snowflakes, hats and scarves, (I gave up hope on finishing sweaters this year!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please don't give up on me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday stress _AWAYYYYYYYY_!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-6739464556234237271?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/6739464556234237271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-quickie-i-swear-i-havent-forgotten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/6739464556234237271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/6739464556234237271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-quickie-i-swear-i-havent-forgotten.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-7312007749855211561</id><published>2009-12-04T23:00:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:38:29.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Kitty Post</title><content type='html'>Okay, I admit it, I'm obsessed with my girls!  But they're so damn ODD!!!  Ddasha Ddarlin' has this new issue, where she can't touch the floor, unless it's to eat, and even then she hopes for a scrap of paper, or a dust bunny...  She also has to find the oddest place to sit that she can find...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Sxnb8FNLtmI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZE3-z9qTMjQ/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Sxnb8FNLtmI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZE3-z9qTMjQ/s200/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411598252498466402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The salad bowl...      &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SxncdSqSZiI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_5Gomi2fyYw/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SxncdSqSZiI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_5Gomi2fyYw/s200/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411598823045883426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  A doily someone                                                                                                 knocked down... (We suspect Myste!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SxndmZZ4dsI/AAAAAAAAAKw/q008srUwZvM/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SxndmZZ4dsI/AAAAAAAAAKw/q008srUwZvM/s200/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411600078986573506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  A cookie platter, _and_ she allowed son #1  to carry her through the house on it!     And my personal favorite... The fruit bowl.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SxnhA-OCmGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/s-t3ykLFk3g/s1600-h/dasha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SxnhA-OCmGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/s-t3ykLFk3g/s200/dasha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411603834080499810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SxnjDSg3fqI/AAAAAAAAALA/VHYzFcOgRXk/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SxnjDSg3fqI/AAAAAAAAALA/VHYzFcOgRXk/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SxnjDSg3fqI/AAAAAAAAALA/VHYzFcOgRXk/s200/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411606072911167138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   ISSUES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My demented kitty... *sigh*  Enjoy and protect your pets! And as usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-7312007749855211561?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/7312007749855211561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-kitty-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/7312007749855211561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/7312007749855211561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-kitty-post.html' title='Another Kitty Post'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Sxnb8FNLtmI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZE3-z9qTMjQ/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-1550775678875257073</id><published>2009-11-26T21:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T22:16:52.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Sw9BKsNwEsI/AAAAAAAAAKY/o4usQ6BiomU/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Sw9BKsNwEsI/AAAAAAAAAKY/o4usQ6BiomU/s200/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408613329418588866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Sw9An_dS5JI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rr8Jtcv9lXE/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Sw9An_dS5JI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rr8Jtcv9lXE/s200/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408612733288637586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Sw9ABY4lxhI/AAAAAAAAAKI/B3jViE393sY/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Sw9ABY4lxhI/AAAAAAAAAKI/B3jViE393sY/s200/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408612070099109394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Sw8_cbe17CI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3D73dxvHL7Y/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Sw8_cbe17CI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3D73dxvHL7Y/s200/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408611435141262370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Sw8-8ubJCcI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/FqYDYkLW94A/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Sw8-8ubJCcI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/FqYDYkLW94A/s200/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408610890470197698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never seem to get the picture layout quite right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.  I hope you all had an awesome Thanksgiving day!  We started with cheese and crackers, and a relish tray (pickles and olives) around noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set such a pretty table....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bird was _beautiful_! (Thanks mom!)  and then the rest of the food was served up, FEAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left us all feeling like fat happy cats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things I'm thankful for this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My healthy, beautiful, children...&lt;br /&gt;My near and far family and friends...&lt;br /&gt;facebook, because it reconnected me with people I once loved, and now love again, those I never got the chance to know before, new friends to stay in touch with, and old and dear friends that we don't get to see as often as we like...&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's crappy, I still have a job...&lt;br /&gt;My girls, that keep my spirits up, and bring smiles every day of my life...&lt;br /&gt;The roof over my head, the food in my fridge, and the fact that in just a few short weeks, the holiday season will be over and the madness can end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count your blessings everyday, and as usual,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-1550775678875257073?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/1550775678875257073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-can-never-seem-to-get-picture-layout.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/1550775678875257073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/1550775678875257073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-can-never-seem-to-get-picture-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Sw9BKsNwEsI/AAAAAAAAAKY/o4usQ6BiomU/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-1831034712439987050</id><published>2009-11-25T23:24:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T23:41:47.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That time again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Sw4E4ym2u-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/280ZgrIzidA/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Sw4E4ym2u-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/280ZgrIzidA/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408265576222473186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Sw4D58DjHbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/wMRkGCkaQWA/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Sw4D58DjHbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/wMRkGCkaQWA/s200/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408264496426982834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Sw4DlGlCE3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/byJb5wuQq74/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Sw4DlGlCE3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/byJb5wuQq74/s200/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408264138474525554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't look terribly impressive, but they're really cute in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this time of year, I like to give as many handmade gifts as possible...  To me, it shows I care enough to put my heart and time into the receiver.  Don't get me wrong, I'm as consumerist as the next guy, but for the people nearest and dearest to me, this is my way of showing them how much they mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, little star ornaments, and they glow in the dark!  Too cool!  There are a few different variations, and I haven't decided if I want to give them in sets of the same, or mixed up, but thankfully, I have a month or so to figure it out.  I'm _hoping_ to get some sweaters done that I've started, but I'm such a facebook addict, that I'm not sure I'll make it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, there's always insomnia.  I don't recommend it as a life choice, but hey, as long as I'm afflicted, I might as well let it work for me right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get creative!  Have fun, and whatever you celebrate, may it be bright and happy for you!&lt;br /&gt;As usual,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-1831034712439987050?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/1831034712439987050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/11/that-time-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/1831034712439987050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/1831034712439987050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/11/that-time-again.html' title='That time again'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Sw4E4ym2u-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/280ZgrIzidA/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-8765676380898283326</id><published>2009-11-23T21:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:39:25.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kvetching...</title><content type='html'>Holy Hells!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that say this is the happiest season of the year, you obviously don't work retail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rude, stupid, lazy, people abound this time of year, and they take it out on us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newsflash; the machine does NOT work simply because you are standing in front of it!  If you're in a rush, and you've never used the self check out before, go to a regular check out line and don't think simply because I have 4 registers you'll get out faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called a _self_ check out, not a carry your stuff over and demand I "help" you by doing it all for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you ask me a question, LISTEN to the answer, and if I tell you to push the green button, tell me if you're color blind! (Not that anyone _has_ been yet... but...)  I will never understand why you need to have your finger hover between the red and green buttons when I say "push the green button" 5 times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Am. Not. A. Mind reader!  If you have a question, you need to ask it out loud.  If my monitor does not register a problem, then I don't know there's a problem on your end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The register gives you instructions in a slow, measured tone, and _shows_ you on a monitor how to work it.  LISTEN!  LOOK!  Don't rush ahead of the computer, then stand there looking when it won't continue, and yell at me to make it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a monitor, a glass screen!  Pushing harder on it won't make the icon work any better.   Tap the screen.  No matter how long you hold your finger there, or how hard you push, if it didn't register the first touch, it isn't going to change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your child is running around, and leaning where the bags are... That's why it won't let you scan the next item, it's a computer, it can't see that there's a kid there, and thinks you are placing an un-scanned item on the _scale_ , yes, it's a scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it tells you to "Place the item in the bag" It will not go any further until you do so!  When you place your purse on the bag scale, it thinks you're stealing, trying to put something un-scanned in the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I have unloaded on you, my poor reader,  and consumed mass quantities of dove chocolates, I feel _so_ much better! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember next time you're shopping, your cashier is as frustrated as you are by the failabilities of the stupid computer. And we probably want to be there as much as you. When we smile at you and say "Hi", please pretend you're in a pleasant mood and smile back.  You never know, it just might be a small bright spot in your day instead of another tedious chore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-8765676380898283326?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/8765676380898283326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/11/kvetching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/8765676380898283326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/8765676380898283326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/11/kvetching.html' title='Kvetching...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-5462609563624703356</id><published>2009-11-18T16:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T17:04:37.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SwRsb4XMqSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eXagv0jwUuI/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SwRsb4XMqSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eXagv0jwUuI/s200/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405564678993389858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SwRqj8GReyI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zikd11_lI-I/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SwRqj8GReyI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zikd11_lI-I/s200/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405562618411842338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SwRsFBrIQ9I/AAAAAAAAAIw/gj8PLzlB404/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SwRsFBrIQ9I/AAAAAAAAAIw/gj8PLzlB404/s200/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405564286355915730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a quickie today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this first picture... I opened my window to see a lost cloud in our swamp.  By the time I caught it in the picture, it had found the right path and headed for home, it was gone 5 minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need to apologize for the quality of the deer pictures, they were moving fast, and it was raining.  This is nearly a daily issue with them, this particular morning I had the camera ready!  They really are quite pretty, and moderately used to people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first year we lived here... I went in to wake the boys, I opened the blinds on their side window, and this poor startled Doe had been munching on the grass next to the house, she couldn't do anything but stare in terror at the weird creatures in the box!  LMAO!  I really don't know who was more surprised, her or us!   Needless to say, they never came that close to the house ever again, but it was funny enough for us to never forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for today... As usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-5462609563624703356?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/5462609563624703356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-quickie-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/5462609563624703356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/5462609563624703356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-quickie-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SwRsb4XMqSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eXagv0jwUuI/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-8946572546595345614</id><published>2009-11-15T09:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T09:35:02.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SwAPLwVnx8I/AAAAAAAAAIg/9Z1sg5hLJDE/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SwAPLwVnx8I/AAAAAAAAAIg/9Z1sg5hLJDE/s200/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404336247473162178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SwAOc11IXFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/c1Uk_tReC8I/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SwAOc11IXFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/c1Uk_tReC8I/s200/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404335441493646418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SwANHmUo2mI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ETKOJT6_gEk/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SwANHmUo2mI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ETKOJT6_gEk/s200/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404333977041951330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a little late!  Halloween was a bust this year for the most part... No plans worked out the way they were supposed to.  &lt;sigh&gt; Such is the nature of plans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mona went as part of the carpet,  Dasha was a Mexican Hat Danc... Sleeper, son #1 was unwell, and son #2 was hyper!&lt;br /&gt;  The movie my Sis and I were supposed to see later that night, never left NYC or LA, But I went to go see a friend play at a local Bar, and made new friends while I was there... So it all worked out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son #2 and I went with some of his friends and their families, T.O.T.ing, and let me tell you, it was AWESOME!  I wish I could've gotten a better shot of this house!  It was completely decked out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just goes to show, that even when you think everything's gone to hell in a handbasket, things can still work out all right!  &lt;br /&gt;As usual folks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-8946572546595345614?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/8946572546595345614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/8946572546595345614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/8946572546595345614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SwAPLwVnx8I/AAAAAAAAAIg/9Z1sg5hLJDE/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-7039145581082459535</id><published>2009-11-12T13:14:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T13:42:54.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chicken Soup Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SvxWrciBGBI/AAAAAAAAAII/RQB7sfHeyYk/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SvxWrciBGBI/AAAAAAAAAII/RQB7sfHeyYk/s200/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403288957330987026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOL! Okay, so I'm a loser that spends all her time on the laptop, and can't be relied upon to remember to update her blog. DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SvxVCsHVe3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Lb0REBAo0mY/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SvxVCsHVe3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Lb0REBAo0mY/s200/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403287157627779954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm having a "Day" and am cooking again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SvxUeqeV7QI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ArsuajEq4Q0/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SvxUeqeV7QI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ArsuajEq4Q0/s200/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403286538712116482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SvxTPFlKmGI/AAAAAAAAAHo/xkNg6BZ6L4Y/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SvxTPFlKmGI/AAAAAAAAAHo/xkNg6BZ6L4Y/s200/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403285171598956642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pot roast for dinner. We don't do the usual Pot Roast, with a ton of veggies in the pot. We don't like our veggies marinated BLEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And chicken soup, for those moments you think to yourself, "Hmmm, I wish there were some Chicken Soup in the house..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SvxSxkN0TKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/nbSEst7RgwE/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SvxSxkN0TKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/nbSEst7RgwE/s200/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403284664426450082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the hard part, I take all the big bits out, clean and chop them, and clarify the broth.  It's also not so much fun using the spoon to siphon the fat off the top, but it's really the _best_ way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SvxSSD5yAfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/qlFEBMTlDe0/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SvxSSD5yAfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/qlFEBMTlDe0/s200/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403284123176534514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SvxRuKlHbHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SoT9Pfi7R4I/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SvxRuKlHbHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SoT9Pfi7R4I/s200/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403283506493615218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go, they came out SO tasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go cook up your favorite meal, and as usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-7039145581082459535?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/7039145581082459535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/11/chicken-soup-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/7039145581082459535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/7039145581082459535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/11/chicken-soup-post.html' title='The Chicken Soup Post'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SvxWrciBGBI/AAAAAAAAAII/RQB7sfHeyYk/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-8769825619267333979</id><published>2009-11-02T20:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:53:23.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Feast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Su-Lmqwm_XI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_8m9SMCtw1E/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Su-Lmqwm_XI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_8m9SMCtw1E/s200/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399687974669974898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Su-HWbYOWII/AAAAAAAAAHA/a4Ac9fcdQQU/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Su-HWbYOWII/AAAAAAAAAHA/a4Ac9fcdQQU/s200/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399683297616746626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everything you could need for a birthday feast!  and then some!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Su-HHXydNbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RiWaJohHxfI/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Su-HHXydNbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RiWaJohHxfI/s200/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399683038954993074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Su-GtQhodDI/AAAAAAAAAGw/e7R_2hiLKHQ/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Su-GtQhodDI/AAAAAAAAAGw/e7R_2hiLKHQ/s200/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399682590328779826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Su-Gcw9ZfEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ggO7y3mZMIU/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Su-Gcw9ZfEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ggO7y3mZMIU/s200/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399682306977397826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have the makins' for breakfast pizza! A totally yummy idea I never saw or heard of before moving up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my sis' birthday wish. She wanted me to make her my lasagne using my sauce.  That's the jar back there.  Every now and then I have this burning desire to cook up a batch.  I thought I made plenty, but I ended up having stuff for THREE lasagnes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, no Birthday feast for my sis could possibly be complete without fudge brownies with dark chocolate frosting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked for 2 whole days that week!   2 meat, one veggie, lasagne, 2 pans of brownies, and 1 breakfast pizza! *whew*!   I barely left the stove!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was worth it!  Much yumming and over eating! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, Breakfast, dinner and dessert! And as usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-8769825619267333979?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/8769825619267333979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/11/birthday-feast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/8769825619267333979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/8769825619267333979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/11/birthday-feast.html' title='Birthday Feast'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Su-Lmqwm_XI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_8m9SMCtw1E/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-3442315300606424682</id><published>2009-10-26T19:56:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:29:12.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a lazy bum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SuY71rmAN0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/jfr8FmSt958/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SuY71rmAN0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/jfr8FmSt958/s200/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397066996871345986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SuY6WO_ngII/AAAAAAAAAGI/AnqEgTckmic/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SuY6WO_ngII/AAAAAAAAAGI/AnqEgTckmic/s200/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397065357106577538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SuY5x6DAksI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jGu2ut7bEow/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SuY5x6DAksI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jGu2ut7bEow/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397064733008368322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SuY7XSP1EdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/0zSFb39HLyw/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SuY7XSP1EdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/0zSFb39HLyw/s200/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397066474671378898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SuY5PIJr9oI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RaRJV-eW91g/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SuY5PIJr9oI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RaRJV-eW91g/s200/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397064135499052674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been _forever_ since I posted!  And here I am on the laptop every waking moment I'm home.  So to make up for it, here are some terribly cute kitties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have Dddasha Dddarlin' doing her "Felix the cat" impersonation...  And just to make you LYAO! I caught the luckiest break!  We recently got a flat screen monitor for the boys' computer, and hadn't brought the old one to the garage yet, I came into the kitchen, and, well, it was _really_ dark, so when I set the shot, I didn't see what she was doing other than sitting on top of the stupid thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mystique found out that by making short jumps she can make it to the top of our cabinets... Here she is showing my geek off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And poor underappreciated, Mona.  The little lady of our clan.  She's so well behaved, if not normal in any way, shape, or form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, awfulness! Our back yard path after the first snow of the season... BEFORE Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll try to get my shit together... I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-3442315300606424682?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/3442315300606424682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-lazy-bum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/3442315300606424682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/3442315300606424682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-lazy-bum.html' title='I&apos;m a lazy bum!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SuY71rmAN0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/jfr8FmSt958/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-6378036966120326802</id><published>2009-10-10T20:05:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T20:42:43.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/StEnngCcptI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gMNJ83-zsqE/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/StEnngCcptI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gMNJ83-zsqE/s200/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391133788507776722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/StEnGPwA6pI/AAAAAAAAAFo/QeIz9jQiQBM/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/StEnGPwA6pI/AAAAAAAAAFo/QeIz9jQiQBM/s200/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391133217199811218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, welcome to the Ithaca Apple Festival!  This year they added something new, their own version of the Iron Chef Competition.  Three Chefs, from local restaurants faced off against one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/StElTErIbaI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/n6tRa0L6zy0/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/StElTErIbaI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/n6tRa0L6zy0/s200/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391131238541585826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the Chefs, the other three were Judges.  All the food they used was locally grown or produced.  Including &lt;shudder&gt; water buffalo!  Who knew?!?!  Don't ask me who won, I didn't stick around.  The guy with his back to us was the announcer, a DJ from Ithaca college radio.  The short one on the end is the Chef from Cornells dining hall, yes, you read that right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/StEkuSxHlOI/AAAAAAAAAFI/hIOvJkofSYA/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/StEkuSxHlOI/AAAAAAAAAFI/hIOvJkofSYA/s320/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391130606669632738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! Little tree! Love this place!  Best apple doughnuts in the universe! No surprise they were here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/StEkAqAIoXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/l8SDsJpkfXE/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/StEkAqAIoXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/l8SDsJpkfXE/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391129822632649074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear _everyone_ in Ithaca shows for the apple festival!!&lt;br /&gt;This is just 2 of the 3 arms of the Commons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/StEjHJNB-uI/AAAAAAAAAE4/9THymGWBrfw/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/StEjHJNB-uI/AAAAAAAAAE4/9THymGWBrfw/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391128834575825634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, a picture of the princess.  She has some rockin' markings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/StEiCSMnATI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fdxESSOQCJ8/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/StEiCSMnATI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fdxESSOQCJ8/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391127651579003186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just a quickie today.  Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-6378036966120326802?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/6378036966120326802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/10/apple-festival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/6378036966120326802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/6378036966120326802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/10/apple-festival.html' title='Apple Festival'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/StEnngCcptI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gMNJ83-zsqE/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-1433017352709210326</id><published>2009-10-07T09:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T10:06:29.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrrrr!</title><content type='html'>Okay, no pics yet, but I have too many observations for facebook statuses, so you guys are stuck with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  _LOVE_, love, love, love, autumn!  Halloween is my favorite holiday of the entire year!   Mostly because you can do any kind of celebration, and you _can't_ mess it up.  No worrying about a dry turkey and undercooked turnips. No worrying if you got the perfect gift for someone, and if one of your decorations gets lost and rots, well, you have a plant already ready for spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I have about half my decorations up, and it is a beautiful, overcast, windy, autumn day.  I'm wishing I was going to leave the house in a pair of jeans, a warm cozy sweater, and kick-ass boots, instead of dressed for work, but, *sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is, this year, we seem to have gotten fall, before getting autumn, and the leaves are falling faster than they are changing color.  RATS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, instead of mourning the passing of the warm weather, celebrate the coming of  the slower pace of winter, evenings spent at home, warm, with family.  Cozy hot meals of comfort foods, hot chocolate with marshmallows, and as a nod to my buddy Tam... knee socks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-1433017352709210326?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/1433017352709210326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/10/brrrrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/1433017352709210326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/1433017352709210326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/10/brrrrr.html' title='Brrrrr!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-6983013141220958464</id><published>2009-10-05T18:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:18:09.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Up here by Cornell U., there are a million things to do!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Ssp6VyTj1XI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZP0jZLjA5ek/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Ssp6VyTj1XI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZP0jZLjA5ek/s400/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389254418801874290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Ssp5iE_xvUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vBMkrb147G4/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Ssp5iE_xvUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vBMkrb147G4/s400/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389253530465975618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Ssp5GQvwpMI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jRW9ONyk2O8/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Ssp5GQvwpMI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jRW9ONyk2O8/s400/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389253052583683266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is "Judys' Day".  They pick a theme, and the whole day is devoted to learning about it.  This years theme was grass.  Rice is a grass, and this is son #2 husking rice.  I'm told he spent nearly the whole day doing that little panful.  (I had to work.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also made grits, out of corn, which apparently is also a grass, who knew?!  And for some unknown reason, they made chocolate "grass masks" (African)  That would be son #1 in the first pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite Judys' day was a few years ago, they took us back 100 years ago.  Every one was encouraged to dress in period dress, and they had a schoolhouse, and a bunch of amazing things to do and see! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always good to make learning fun, for both kids and kids at heart! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-6983013141220958464?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/6983013141220958464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/10/up-here-by-cornell-u-there-are-million.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/6983013141220958464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/6983013141220958464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/10/up-here-by-cornell-u-there-are-million.html' title='Up here by Cornell U., there are a million things to do!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Ssp6VyTj1XI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZP0jZLjA5ek/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-6838993666674704345</id><published>2009-10-03T19:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T19:28:23.669-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SsfcO2adRmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iBpEaHIPPAM/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SsfcO2adRmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iBpEaHIPPAM/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388517626854852194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Ssfb04bR0WI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GMEXdHptNXY/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Ssfb04bR0WI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GMEXdHptNXY/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388517180718567778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SsfbQL-2O2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/CRf3THxe4PE/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SsfbQL-2O2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/CRf3THxe4PE/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388516550312868706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMIGOD! I didn't realize I'd put off doing this for _so_ long!  Well, back to school year craziness I guess!&lt;br /&gt;So, the Harvest Festival we go to every year, is cheezy, and campy, but a great place to catch up with your neighbors and do silly things in an acceptable venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That first pic is the hay ride, a big ole tractor pulling along a flat bed with a bunch of hay bales on it.  _Always_ do this last, or you'll have perfect strangers trying to pick pieces of hay off your butt for you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cake wheel of course!  they nail down numbered paper plates, you put a quarter or $.50 (depending on what they tell you) and if the wheel lands on your number, you win your choice of donated baked goods from a certain shelf.  Silly, but an effective way to get money for your charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And the biggest charity money comes from the quilt raffle, and silent auction.  I dunno why, but people feel the need to pay good money for a quilt.  I just wait for crafty friends to make them for me.  (Yes, we've covered this, I don't sew well.)  Okay, I've held your attention long enough, once again,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-6838993666674704345?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/6838993666674704345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/10/omigod-i-didnt-realize-id-put-off-doing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/6838993666674704345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/6838993666674704345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/10/omigod-i-didnt-realize-id-put-off-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SsfcO2adRmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iBpEaHIPPAM/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-7502917319573874137</id><published>2009-09-25T18:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:18:27.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Sr1Lc9HNkSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/TkZjFy1dNZQ/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Sr1Lc9HNkSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/TkZjFy1dNZQ/s400/024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385543690218213666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Sr1K4o0uoMI/AAAAAAAAADw/BJ7IjkBoHxE/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Sr1K4o0uoMI/AAAAAAAAADw/BJ7IjkBoHxE/s400/023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385543066296688834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at this little beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is a blue heron.  We first saw it last year, it was hanging out in a pond down the road, but this year he decided to grace our creek.  Sorry about the quality, but there is a window screen between it, and the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've decided to name him Henry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is a tree stump painted bright blue.  And that is a butterfly house on top of it, although it ended up housing snails, and bees instead.  &lt;sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The tree came down the first year we lived on the property. It was early spring, and there was still snow on the ground, but, it was warm enough to hang clothes on the line, (LOVE that smell!) All around the base of the tree were these pocks in the snow... and after a bit of investigation, we saw bees committing suicide, flinging themselves from somewhere.  The very next day we had a tree removal service there!  Then the most amazing thing happened.  When the tree fell over, it split in half and the entire middle part of the trunk, was completely hollow of what was supposed to be there, and was _filled_  with honey, and honeycomb.. POUNDS and pounds of it!&lt;br /&gt;Sadly most of it was old and nasty, but there was enough of the golden tasty stuff to let the workers take as much as they wanted, and for us to collect, and give away a bunch, and keep a bunch too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one of my favorite memories of this place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, loooong enough, and as usual... Have fun, and&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-7502917319573874137?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/7502917319573874137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/09/look-at-this-little-beauty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/7502917319573874137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/7502917319573874137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/09/look-at-this-little-beauty.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Sr1Lc9HNkSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/TkZjFy1dNZQ/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-2844147073127074916</id><published>2009-09-22T12:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T12:52:01.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Srj-DVTweGI/AAAAAAAAADo/GvIv2c54r78/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Srj-DVTweGI/AAAAAAAAADo/GvIv2c54r78/s400/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384332687734503522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oy&lt;/span&gt;! It has been _seriously_ manic here lately!  But, I finally managed to download my pics, and well, starting from the beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are my "very excited about school" kids, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;!  Okay, so they weren't.  But, they go, and wonder upon wonders, not even 2 full weeks into the school year and the little one already got an ET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Srj9tvkptJI/AAAAAAAAADg/71kdd7Kwlwc/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Srj9tvkptJI/AAAAAAAAADg/71kdd7Kwlwc/s400/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384332316827563154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An ET (as in ET phone home?) is exactly what it sounds like, you get in trouble, and have to phone home to tell on yourself. *Sigh* Homework issues already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Son #1, picked out his outfit all on his own!  We were so proud!  He picked nice clothes without being beaten into it!  And I must say, he looks SO awesome in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little one was _dying_ to wear that tie, My poor, poor, twisted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mets&lt;/span&gt; fan. He also wanted to wear it with a T-shirt, that one had to be inspected before leaving to be sure he wasn't hiding one in his bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, First day of school covered, Have fun! and ...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-2844147073127074916?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/2844147073127074916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/09/oy-it-has-been-seriously-manic-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/2844147073127074916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/2844147073127074916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/09/oy-it-has-been-seriously-manic-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Srj-DVTweGI/AAAAAAAAADo/GvIv2c54r78/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-1115465836442149468</id><published>2009-09-10T22:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:48:20.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhhh, the cooler weather has returned, with a sad goodbye to my sandals, and ponytail holders,  I squeal with happiness at the sight of my fuzzy Eeyore pj's, and thick sweaters and sweatshirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is it, that knitting always seems to go faster when I'm not steaming to death in the summer humidity?  And that's a good thing!  I have _lots_ of projects to finish off!  I'm looking forward to showing off pics of said projects as the weeks go by, including one that I was actually commissioned to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, the next real project is my hair.  After all but ignoring it all summer, it's time to pamper the poor mane!  Women are nuts.  Can anyone else imagine a man caring at all about any of this?  &lt;giggle&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So girls, now that the kids are in school, go give yourself a moment to primp and pamper, and dig out the warm and cozies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-1115465836442149468?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/1115465836442149468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/09/ahhhh-cooler-weather-has-returned-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/1115465836442149468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/1115465836442149468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/09/ahhhh-cooler-weather-has-returned-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-6616484980642490227</id><published>2009-09-08T23:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:29:24.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Sqceoy7RsYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DrN6zMUJjqk/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Sqceoy7RsYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DrN6zMUJjqk/s400/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379301966131343746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Sqcd75pir_I/AAAAAAAAADI/SZlXUWXOc_M/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Sqcd75pir_I/AAAAAAAAADI/SZlXUWXOc_M/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379301194841894898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SqccTwRY33I/AAAAAAAAADA/FfzKy_29KoA/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SqccTwRY33I/AAAAAAAAADA/FfzKy_29KoA/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379299405618274162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my girls.  I actually have 3, well, our little family does anyway. So far the kitten, has mysteriously managed to avoid the lens.  Both older girls are shelter cats,  The baby was the result of a successful mating ritual, between my sisters cat, and her friends cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is my favorite picture, The orange one is Mona, so named because she doesn't so much "meow" as moan.  For a while, I could even get her to say it!  She's the submissive one of the clan, which is why this picture tickles me so... imagine using the queen as a pillow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my "Yin-Yang" pic.... in their defense, it was mighty chilly this day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dasha Darlin... (not a typo)  This is the queen of the clan.  Head S@#t!  She rules the roost and knows it, and all must bow to "Her Highnie"   But right now, it's nap time, and we must hide our face from the world....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, I'm gonna have to have pics of "Princess in training" Mystique, (Myste for short).&lt;br /&gt;My girls... Awwww!  once again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-6616484980642490227?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/6616484980642490227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/6616484980642490227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/6616484980642490227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-girls.html' title='My Girls'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Sqceoy7RsYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DrN6zMUJjqk/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-3520276199834912899</id><published>2009-08-31T22:41:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T23:09:10.822-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Finger Lakes Ducks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SpyOknpcVjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jj8e9mKUazE/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SpyOknpcVjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jj8e9mKUazE/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376328814942770738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SpyN8FAohyI/AAAAAAAAACw/7i-HBsEme2g/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SpyN8FAohyI/AAAAAAAAACw/7i-HBsEme2g/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376328118450030370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SpyNDgeGAvI/AAAAAAAAACo/L7AvCT9Bq5M/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SpyNDgeGAvI/AAAAAAAAACo/L7AvCT9Bq5M/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376327146568811250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SpyMmV1DJjI/AAAAAAAAACg/8TNnINniYuU/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SpyMmV1DJjI/AAAAAAAAACg/8TNnINniYuU/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376326645496096306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the _greediest_ ducks in this lake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids recently took an environmental boat tour, a 4 day activity, and it was so amusing to see the little buggers realize that the boat was coming back and the kids would give them half their lunches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the boat showed up we had a count of 27 with more coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't these 2 cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those dots in the distance are ducks!&lt;br /&gt;Greedy little suckers!  I wish I hadn't been too busy laughing to take pics of them all fighting for the bread crumbs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone deserves the chance to see such a sight, and _often_!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's my giggle of the day...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-3520276199834912899?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/3520276199834912899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/08/finger-lakes-ducks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/3520276199834912899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/3520276199834912899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/08/finger-lakes-ducks.html' title='The Finger Lakes Ducks'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SpyOknpcVjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jj8e9mKUazE/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-7161269417060542334</id><published>2009-08-27T18:34:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T18:57:04.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Softie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SpcKUChclSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KwyGvetdtWE/s1600-h/courage,mistakes,quotes,text,message,words-c2f0c67dda0464be1b6d96c6659c0b2c_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SpcKUChclSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KwyGvetdtWE/s400/courage,mistakes,quotes,text,message,words-c2f0c67dda0464be1b6d96c6659c0b2c_h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374776019680793890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SpcLdUpRMgI/AAAAAAAAACY/TJLJathhAjc/s1600-h/regrets%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SpcLdUpRMgI/AAAAAAAAACY/TJLJathhAjc/s400/regrets%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374777278675890690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm a great big mush.  But some things just go straight to my heart...  I know, they're kinda corny, but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been feeling very nostalgic lately, my Son #1 is starting 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade this year, TENTH!  I remember 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade, and he's just Not Allowed!  Creeps me out to even think about it!  And it's worse now, because we just had our 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; High School reunion this summer, so I'm kinda stuck on that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have great sympathy for those of my classmates with kids who have gone to their Prom, or worse, Graduated!  But I guess we manage, with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shaky&lt;/span&gt; hands and pounding heart!  Had I known what my parents were going through at the time, I might have been nicer to them, but as a teenager, probably not!  &lt;grin&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's my neurosis for today!  Have fun everyday, and as usual,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Noticing me!&lt;/grin&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-7161269417060542334?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/7161269417060542334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-softie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/7161269417060542334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/7161269417060542334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-softie.html' title='Big Softie'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SpcKUChclSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KwyGvetdtWE/s72-c/courage,mistakes,quotes,text,message,words-c2f0c67dda0464be1b6d96c6659c0b2c_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-487403670206101778</id><published>2009-08-20T21:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:05:51.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rats!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/So3-q4r4t-I/AAAAAAAAACI/xa6f1FyBvVM/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/So3-q4r4t-I/AAAAAAAAACI/xa6f1FyBvVM/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372229943247288290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/So36h1oiQsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rOAuq60MiFI/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/So36h1oiQsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rOAuq60MiFI/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372225389762593474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/So36GADZo1I/AAAAAAAAABw/VYzyREloiUk/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 175px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/So36GADZo1I/AAAAAAAAABw/VYzyREloiUk/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372224911523291986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a wasted trip!  We went to the orchard today to pick peaches, but alas, the peaches were long gone! Sadly the apples aren't quite ripe yet, so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The orchard we frequent is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; place.  Above, you can see the pond at the entrance with all the beautiful lotus flowers in bloom, and the resident doggie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The very top picture is the view from their "store". I use that term lightly, they sell cider and apple doughnuts, and flowers, but it's also got a table tennis setup, and they do some of their work there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The layout of the orchard is so easy to follow too, each type of apple has it's own spot,  and peaches are at the end, and there are wild berries to pick too.  It's a great place to spend an afternoon.  The kids run wild, shaking trees to get the fruit to fall, and they eat twice as much as they collect to bring home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're ever in the area, give Little Tree Orchards a looksee. The people are friendly, and the fruit is delicious!  And your kids will sleep well that night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-487403670206101778?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/487403670206101778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/08/rats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/487403670206101778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/487403670206101778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/08/rats.html' title='Rats!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/So3-q4r4t-I/AAAAAAAAACI/xa6f1FyBvVM/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-6392444664175466007</id><published>2009-08-19T19:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:02:40.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SoyNyVhFHWI/AAAAAAAAABo/9-S6ay-1rlM/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SoyNyVhFHWI/AAAAAAAAABo/9-S6ay-1rlM/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371824351455026530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oy!  School shopping.... What can I say?  But if you have to go and do it, try to have a little fun with it!  I fell in lust with these shoes at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being from the Northeast, I still have a few weeks left until they finally go back to school, I am SO jealous of you moms and dads out there that get to send them back so early! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but I always take the first day of school off. I send them off to the bus, then, as soon as it pulls away, I pour a fresh cup of coffee, put my feet up, and listen to the sound of no tv., no video games,  no yelling, fighting, whining or talking back!  Ahhhh! &lt;br /&gt;Then I take a bubble bath, without anyone to ask me things through the door!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, now I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-6392444664175466007?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/6392444664175466007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/08/oy-school-shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/6392444664175466007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/6392444664175466007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/08/oy-school-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SoyNyVhFHWI/AAAAAAAAABo/9-S6ay-1rlM/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-2126109778754621915</id><published>2009-08-17T20:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:44:55.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer BBQ's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Son2kw1arvI/AAAAAAAAABY/Z-MO4pyWioY/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Son2kw1arvI/AAAAAAAAABY/Z-MO4pyWioY/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371095142060699378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Son2-wTo94I/AAAAAAAAABg/ixavB_X54kI/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Son2-wTo94I/AAAAAAAAABg/ixavB_X54kI/s320/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371095588595627906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Son1WxMaSRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7djhC_9WsIw/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Son1WxMaSRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7djhC_9WsIw/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371093802127345938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an evening!  Good friends, family, food, and fun! I have finally figured out why we have teenaged boys... To finish off all the food so we don't need to store it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;giggle&gt;The kids had a blast getting wet, they busted the slip'n'slide, so we had to improvise... pretty good I think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what BBQ is complete with out toasting marshmallows? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the conversation was what made it all worth while, you can't go wrong on days when you get laughter until your sides ache, and you're crying, and have at least one spit take! (I'm still giggling just thinking about it!)  The only thing we didn't have was a food- fight!  Hmmm, maybe next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you at least one summer BBQ as good as this before the season is over!  And again...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for noticing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/giggle&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-2126109778754621915?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/2126109778754621915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-bbqs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/2126109778754621915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/2126109778754621915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-bbqs.html' title='Summer BBQ&apos;s'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/Son2kw1arvI/AAAAAAAAABY/Z-MO4pyWioY/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-5044533683397588957</id><published>2009-08-15T22:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:47:36.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ha! So, parental visit day 4.  Redneck training complete for the boys, they wore NASCAR t-shirts out with their Grandfather today, and have been trained in firearm safety, and even hit the target more than half the time! &lt;br /&gt;"Out" was the Farmers Market here.  It's a must see in a town full of, well, let's just say a people watchers dream!  Honestly, you need to go just for the people watching even if you have no interest whatsoever in the products being sold!   Nothing like watching a couple swing dance to a bluegrass band playing "Chattanooga Choo Choo"! Or the pre-teen girl with a banjo, just strumming, and then, in the most squeaky voice, start singing something she must have made up because no one had any idea what she was singing... &lt;br /&gt;I really love this town!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-5044533683397588957?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/5044533683397588957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/08/ha-so-parental-visit-day-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/5044533683397588957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/5044533683397588957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/08/ha-so-parental-visit-day-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-614031246044568971</id><published>2009-08-13T18:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T19:19:27.481-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly  Wildlife!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SoSdWE-WFQI/AAAAAAAAABI/frwzfInyGzA/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SoSdWE-WFQI/AAAAAAAAABI/frwzfInyGzA/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369589658350392578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SoSbfJGb3VI/AAAAAAAAABA/8va7ehaUgTc/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SoSbfJGb3VI/AAAAAAAAABA/8va7ehaUgTc/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369587615053634898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I live in the middle of nowhere, and the silliest wildlife graces us with its presence!&lt;br /&gt;This little bugger, has been trying to peck his way through our electric meter box for just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;months&lt;/span&gt;!  We have several types of woodpeckers living in our "swamp".  We also have muskrats, a fox, woodchucks, mice, moles, a skunk, chipmunks, an otter or two, deer, red squirrels, gray squirrels, rabbits, and then fish, frogs, a rat snake, and crayfish, in the creek. (the picture on the top)&lt;br /&gt;Anyone that doesn't have animals living near them, can't _really_ appreciate the amount of amusement they provide!  We swear come hunting season, that the deer are just making fun of the hunters!  There's no hunting on our property, but our neighbors have no such issue. In the fall, the deer practically &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mob&lt;/span&gt; our property. In the early day and late evening, you can see about 40 of them, all facing the neighbors property, while the hunters there, stare back.  Makes us break down in fits of giggles every time! &lt;br /&gt;Well, TTFN! and as usual, Thanks for noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-614031246044568971?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/614031246044568971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/08/silly-wildlife.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/614031246044568971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/614031246044568971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/08/silly-wildlife.html' title='Silly  Wildlife!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SoSdWE-WFQI/AAAAAAAAABI/frwzfInyGzA/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-5423572663435128569</id><published>2009-08-12T08:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T11:47:13.081-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've done part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SoK8YN1x7MI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DwWwl69MTmw/s1600-h/Jameys+sweater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SoK8YN1x7MI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DwWwl69MTmw/s320/Jameys+sweater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369060829997165762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SoK7idl2N5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Apih03gfJbo/s1600-h/moms+sweater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SoK7idl2N5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Apih03gfJbo/s320/moms+sweater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369059906512369554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the sweaters I crocheted as a Christmas present this past year,the year before this everyone got hats and scarves made from the _yummiest_ chenille yarn! It was the first thing I learned to knit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my first knitted sweater!  I was _so_ proud of myself.  I've been crocheting for years, but never really learned how to follow a pattern, until I decided to teach myself to knit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad, it only took me to the second entry to do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I have music... only took 2 hours to figure it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for any other "grown ups" who have ever had parental units visit... How long can you deal??? I think I have about 15 minutes before I'm just _done_!  I only bring it up because this is what I'll have to endure for FIVE WHOLE DAYS!  Thank all the little gods and goddesses for hotels!&lt;br /&gt;TTFN!  And Thanks for noticing me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-5423572663435128569?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/5423572663435128569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-ive-done-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/5423572663435128569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/5423572663435128569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-ive-done-part-1.html' title='Things I&apos;ve done part 1'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6ciap0zSCc/SoK8YN1x7MI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DwWwl69MTmw/s72-c/Jameys+sweater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189108843610024983.post-4907472564346527370</id><published>2009-08-11T17:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:05:28.647-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All Greek to me!</title><content type='html'>Someone told me I should start a blog, so here I am.  I never really thought what I had to say was particularly interesting or amusing, but apparently, I'm one of the few people that think that way. &lt;br /&gt;Since I have no idea what I'm doing, if anyone is actually reading this, please bear with me!&lt;br /&gt;In case you hadn't noticed from the name of this Blog, I love Eeyore!  I have him everywhere! &lt;br /&gt;Myself, I am a bit of a procrastinator,  I know I _should_ be doing something else, but I'm not.  Eventually everything gets done... eventually.  &lt;br /&gt;I love to knit and crochet, and (eventually) hope to post pics of my finished projects.  I have no talent whatsoever for needlework, or painting which is what most of my crafty friends do.  My main hobby nowadays is facebook.  "If it weren't for facebook, I could get a lot accomplished!"  That is my motto!  &lt;just&gt;  I'm also an avid reader, or as some put it, a "rabid reader".  It didn't occur to me that there were people in this world that _didn't_ read 3 or 4 books at once until I was in my mid 20's. &lt;br /&gt;So that's a smidge about me.  I think I might be able to keep this up!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for noticing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189108843610024983-4907472564346527370?l=loveofeeyore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/feeds/4907472564346527370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-greek-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/4907472564346527370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189108843610024983/posts/default/4907472564346527370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofeeyore.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-greek-to-me.html' title='All Greek to me!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07883413511264626259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGTW_fYxmxo/TskFZLASeLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-EzNKJ5BYNQ/s220/eeyore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
